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stepintothelimelight · 3 months ago

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anything

you want me to…. ✧ ⁺ ┊

PART 4 of the Spitfire Saga

TRAILER: A home race that doesn’t feel like home anymore

(2018!f1grid x fem!Genz!driver!reader, max verstappen x reader (platonic), lewis hamilton x reader (platonic) sebastian vettel x reader (platonic))

For more Spitfire content go to my account and it’s my pinned post since tumblr hates me and won’t let me link anything :)

WARNINGS: FAMILY ISSUES, mentioned child abuse, swearing, gratuitous hurt/comfort, reader’s birthday happens before the gp, mention of a suicidal thought, ANGST, barely edited :)

fc: an assortment of female celebs

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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f1: 🇺🇸🦅💥💥💥HOME RACE FOR Y/N L/N 🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅

American fans - be there or be 🟦

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You arrive early, per usual, to make sure you have time for every fan, and maybe to catch a glimpse of Taylor Swift, who will be singing the national anthem today.

Your phone call with Seb last night quickly turned into him and Hanna knocking on your hotel room door and enveloping you in their arms. You fell asleep between the two of them, a comfort show playing on low volume in the background.

You hate that it caught you off guard. A small, stupid part of you actually believed that your family - your mother - could love you like they - like she- was meant to.

It was supposed to be fun. You dressed up, treated them to one of the nicest restaurants in Austin. The second they arrived, though, it all turned to shit.

At least your fans are majorly little girls and they couldn’t care less if you’re having widely photographed, public arguments with your older brother after a family dinner turned sour.

Miraculously, you get into the paddock unscathed by prying questions into your personal life. You just get set up in your drivers room for Qualifying and try to put it all behind you. You don’t see Taylor, and unlike any other day, you don’t have the energy to face the paddock.

As you rearrange your hangers for the hundredth time, there’s a knock on your door. You sigh. Most of the team knows that you like your private time before any event, especially your first home race.

“Yeah?”

The door opens slowly. It’s Lewis. Since the beginning of the season, your relationship with him has definitely developed. He’s good friends with Seb and you have a sneaking suspicion that he has told Lewis to keep an eye on you where Seb can’t. He’s become a sort of mentor-slash-friend and you couldn’t be happier, especially since you’ve both signed on for another few years at Mercedes.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say.

Lewis sent me this.

“Did you hear about Taylor Swift?” You exclaim. “How cool is that?”

He grants you a trademark half-smile.

“Consider it a belated birthday gift.”

You eyes widen and your mouth drips open.

“It was you?”

He shrugs.

“It wasn’t very hard to convince her.”

You hurry over to him, hesitate for a second, then hug him gently. You’ve never hugged him in a normal setting. You break off of him and stand there, not quite knowing what to say next.

“Home race,” He says awkwardly. Lewis is hardly ever awkward. “Big deal.”

“Yeah.” You don’t mean to sound annoyed. Or tired. Or defeated.

“Family coming? I’d like to meet them. I don’t think I have, yet. “

That’s true. Your mother has been to two Grand Prix since the start of the season and your father and brother one, respectively. They’re busy people, but after last night, some part of you wonders if your mother intentionally schedules conflicts so that they can never make it.

That’s stupid, she says in your head. We love you. You’re the one who makes this whole thing impossible.

When they have shown up, you’ve kept them as far away as possible from cameras, and Lewis draws every camera in every room he steps foot in. Maybe your brother is right. Maybe you hide them because of some secret shame you hold for them. The only thing you’re ashamed of is how complicated your relationship with your family is.

“No. I-“

What?

Sent them home?

Told them to never show their faces around the paddock again?

Cried into Seb’s chest all of last night wishing I was dead because of how horrible they make me feel?

“Couldn’t deal with them today,” you say decisively. The media might see you as a stone cold bitch, so why not Lewis, too.

“They’re your family.”

“They hate me,” you whisper, turning back you your hangers. You’ve never said it out loud. Not to Max or Charles, not even to Hanna last night when she was helping you wash your face through swollen eyes and a runny nose.

“I’m sure they don’t-“

“You’ve never met them. My mom hates me. She loathes me and for the life of me I can’t figure out why. I have given her everything and she still don’t bring herself to even like me a little bit. The rest this I’m too independent, too liberal, not liberal enough, too opinionated, too young, too smart, whatever. My dad and his side wish I went to university and my mom’s side tries to chase the fame. It sucks. It didn’t use to be like this, but it is now.”

You spare a glance back at him. He’s wide- eyed. This is probably the most he’s heard you talk without cracking a joke or bursting out laughing.

“Have you told Seb? Or… Max, Charles?”

“Seb, yes. Max would order a hit on my entire family if I told him this type of thing and Charles would hide the evidence.”

What you told Charles at Christmas, he didn’t acknowledge then and there, but he was noticeably cold to your mother when you brought her to see him.

Lewis studied you, then a look dawns on his face. It’s a mix of dread and fury, but he schools it quickly.

“Y/n,” He says in a very serious tone. “Don’t lie to me.”

Your brow furrows.

“Do they - does your mother or your father hit you?”

It wasn’t the question you’d expected, but it still makes your blood turn cold.

You think for a second, contemplate his expression, run the risks of him exploding if you tell him the truth.

“No…” you trail off. “Once. I made her mad when I was fifteen and-“ you raise your own hand and slap your face. “Never after though.”

She cried into your shoulder for hours after, telling you just how sorry she was, how she would never dream of laying another violent hand on you again.

Lewis’s mouth opens then closes. You purse your lips.

“I don’t need my family,” you whisper. “And I don’t need you to worry about me. I’m fine.”

He gives you a look, one that says:

There’s no way in hell I believe you.

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chalmaxy/nship

chalmaxy/nship: Max and Charles (+Pierre) teaming up to cheer Y/n up 😫 they are sooooo whipped for her (even tho they pretend they hate each other 🙄)

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The video starts with the camera fixed on a very angry - looking Y/n. Her brow is set and her mouth is distorted in a flat line, which of course, is to be expected. She was obviously off her usual top-five worthy game today and has earned herself a starting position of P20.

The interviewer asks her a series of questions that she responds to very flatly and emotionlessly, so much so that her press officer elbows her in the side more than once to get an actual, genuinely not sarcastic answer out of her.

And then -

“Do you think your family issues are the reason you’ve performed so miserably today?”

She stops. Pauses, opens her mouth then closes it again.

“That,” she drags out bitingly. “was an incredibly stupid and insensitive question. Every question you’ve asked me today has been either completely patronizing or borderline inappropriate.”

She shoots a look at her press officer, shakes her head slightly, then leans into the microphone.

“You’ll understand why we’re choosing to cut this interview short.”

And then she turns and leaves the media pen.

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mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1: AAAAAaaaaaannnnnddd she’s done it again! A home race win is yet another thing our Spitfire can check off of her bucket list 💪

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user6: Admin really said yes she’s a spitfire yes she’s OUR Spitfire

user7: did anyone else notice how down Y/n seemed up on the podium tho

⮑ user11: Yeah, definitely not the energy we’re used to up there

yourusername: 🖤🖤

⮑user12: girl I need to know the tea behind the story and the tweet 🙏🙏🙏

user7: Call me crazy but she’s the biggest talent of her generation, not Verstappen

⮑ user8: you’re crazy

⮑user9: @/user8: did we not just watch the same race?

user10: she’s making the sport annoying.

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yourusername

yourusername: Great home race win guys! 🇺🇸💥💥🦅💥 lovely to share the podium with maxie and lewie

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max33verstappen: Get ready, I’m coming to get you in an hour to celebrate

⮑yourusername: I can’t drink here dumbass

⮑user13: MaxY/n confirmed???

taylorswift: So glad I finally got to meet you in person!

⮑ user14: TAYLOR SWIFT WAS THERE AND Y/N DIDNT EVEN MENTION IT???? OH SOMETHING’S WRONG WRONG

⮑ yourusername: 🖤

user15: U go Spitfire!!

user16: Y/n is such a bitch.

lewishamilton: This is starting to sound redundant, but congrats Y/n!

user17: I still can’t get over how rude she was to that reporter

⮑user18: EVERY reporter is rude and/or patronizing towards her. She deserves to bite back once and a while

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True to his word, Max knocks on your door. You get up from the spot you’ve been staring out the window and open it.

He’s dressed up, ready to go out drinking, you suppose. You’ve changed into your pajamas and tied your hair up sloppily.

He arches his eyebrows.

“Ready to celebrate?”

You shrug.

“Not really in the mood. Plus I can’t drink here. You go ahead, tell the team to send me the bill and I’ll pick it up.”

You go to close the door then. He kicks his foot between the door and the doorframe.

“Come out. It could still be fun,” He offers. “It’s your home race. I’d be happy if I won at spa.”

He raised his eyes brows at you and you look down guiltily. You should be happy. You’ve broken a record of some kind, you’re pretty sure, and every other driver dreams of winning his home race.

“You’d be happy because your family would be there to see it,” you say bitterly. “Because then you’d be able to prove to them it wasn’t all for nothing. That you’re not selfish or - or something.”

Max closes the door when he hears your voice tremor. There’s a hard concern in his eyes.

“Go, Max. You should celebrate.”

“I don’t want to anymore.”

You look him up and down. He’s gelled his hair and put on a non redbull shirt. Obviously he’s gearing up for a big night of celebrating.

“Tell me,” He says. “You can talk to me. I’m not a stranger to family issues.”

You scoff and flop onto your bed.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“You love partying. It’s a big deal.”

It’s quiet, except for his slightly heavy breathing. Here’s Mad Max Verstappen, standing at the foot of your bed begging you to confide in him with his eyes. His big, sad, droopy eyes.

You cover your face with the your arm.

“I can’t believe they actually left,” you choke out. “I told them to go and they just … left. The first time my entire family could muster up the time and effort to spend an entire weekend supporting me and they decide to just go home.”

Max moves towards you, hesitates, then settles himself on the floor next to your bedside table.

“Why?”

You huff.

“I don’t know. I push them away. I get on my mom’s nerves. I try too hard to impress my dad. Did you know,” you take a deep breath. “Did you know my mother hasn’t told me good night or I love you in five years?”

He sits and stares out the window.

“Why doesn’t she love me, Max?”

It comes out more pathetic than you wanted it to. Max is probably one of the only people who might get it, just a little.

“Schat…” he trails off. “I don’t know.”

Max is two years older than you. Sometimes those two years feel like a lifetime. You wish he was a lifetime older than you so he would know.

“Maybe…” He trails off. “Fuck. Maybe some people just aren’t made to be parents.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to try and push down the sobs building in your chest. Max, thankfully, doesn’t react when you let out a soft gasp and sniff wetly. He just sits there and stares out the window

Eventually, you curl up in your bed and Max sits a on the other side (on top of the covers, a safe two feet away) and turn on Star wars (The prequels - he’s a huge nerd, surprise, surprise).

Maybe some people aren’t made to be parents.

Maybe some people aren’t made to be daughters.

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Aaannnnnnddd scene!

DIRECTOR’S CUT: A short and sad angsty hurt comfort type of thing… next chapter i swear will be happier !!

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breezymichelle99 · 4 months ago

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Pre-Race Nap | Lando Norris

Summary: A little pre-race nap leads to an unexpected evening for the couple. 👀

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, use of Y|N,hickeys, female receiving, cursing, dirty talk, begging, someone walking in, dom:Lando, frustration, teasing, angryish Lando, fingering, blow job, reader taking control, nipple play, orgasm, denial(brief), hand job(brief), mirror, doggy style, unprotected sex (please use protection kids), established relationship, embarrassed Oscar, semi rough sex, discomfort in the morning.(please please please let me know if I have missed anything. Thank you.) also a bit long. Sorry 😣

Race day! The busiest day of the race weekend. Your boyfriend Lando Norris; Fresh off his amazing win in Miami was pumped and ready to go win another race. You on the other hand were exhausted. You decided to forgo the media day spectacle down on the grid to catch a little nap before the race. “I can’t believe you are going to leave me alone with the media Circus.” Lando teased you playfully as he adjusted his hat on his head before heading out of his driver’s room.. You smirked at him from the comfort of your blanket. “I'm sorry baby. The last two weeks have been so exhausting. “ you admit as he sits on the edge of the little bed in his Driver’s room, looking over at his beautiful girlfriend. He had put you through so much with the win in Miami and then p2 last week. Finally being home in Monaco felt like just the little breather the pair of you needed.

“I know baby.” he says, tucking you in and kissing your forehead. “I promise I'll be ready to go for the race, just need a few minutes. “ you whisper in a sleepy voice, you hear him chuckle. “Alright baby I’ll come back to get you before the race okay…I Love you.” he says looking at you snuggled in his bed, cursing the media day spectacle for not being able to snuggle with his best girl. “I love you too.” he hears you say before pulling the blankets around you. He sighs as he meets up with Oscar outside of the trailer and they head to the garage to see the cars and chat with the media for a bit.

Lando couldn’t get his mind off of you back in the trailer in nothing but his shirt all snuggled in; warm and cozy. He wished he was there. Hmmm. he thought; was there anyway possible he could cut this media day short and sneak back to his driver’s room for a few minutes of snuggle time with his girl before he went out to try and win another GP? Oscar saw the look in his eyes, the one where he looked miles away and he wondered if everything was okay. He elbows him. “Everything good?” Oscar asks, breaking Lando’s thoughts. He smirks. “Yeah Osco, everything’s good, it’s just been a long couple of weeks and I really just wanted a few minutes of peace with Y|N before the race, but these interviews always take forever.” he sighed again. Oscar got a wild look in his eyes; that for the first time kind of scared Lando. “What?” he questioned him with a boyish smirk. “Go.” he says . Lando looks at him confused. “What?” he says again, not understanding what he was saying. Oscar chuckled. “Go spend some time with Y|N, I can cover for you.” he says. Lando looked at him like he had just offered him a million bucks and the keys to Monaco. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Yes go. I've got you. it’s one interview set I think they will live, plus they want to see the face of Mclaren anyways.” he smirked, beaming from ear to ear. Lando rolled his eyes. “I appreciate this, I’ll owe you one big time.” Lando says, shaking Oscar’s hand. “I’ll take a spin in that new Mclaren of yours.” he jokes. Lando seriously considers it. “We’ll See.” he smirks as he sneaks off back to his driver’s room, trying his best to not be seen by any press or team members.. He checked the clock, he had a good bit before he had to be back to the garage for driver introductions. He slipped out of his shoes and fire suit and climbed into bed with you, pulling you in close to him. “Mmm Lando.” you groan, pulling his body into yours. He smirks into your neck. Both of you fall back asleep tightly holding each other.

It was almost an hour later before Lando woke up again; a wide grin on his face as he watched you sleep quietly next to him. God you are beautiful. He thought to himself as he watched you sleep so peacefully next to him. He was lucky to have you by his side. He ran his fingers across your cheek. He heard you groan. And he smirked. “Time to wake up darling.” he says, kissing down your neck and chest. “Lando.” you groan. But you don’t stop him. “It can’t be time yet.” you whisper, still refusing to open your eyes as you let him kiss his way down your skin. “almost .” he whispers, kissing deep purple hickies onto your chest, in which he knew he would get into trouble for but yet couldn’t bring himself to stop . “mmm.” a moan escaped your lips and he smirked again. “Come on beautiful, open those eyes and look at me.” he whispers against your soft skin. You slowly opened your eyes, meeting his gorgeous green ones, staring up at you as he lay on your chest. “Hey there.” you whisper with a smirk, running your finger gently over the scar on his nose. “What happened to media day?” you ask him softly as his lips still gently kiss on your soft skin. He smirks. “Well…” he says with a boyish grin and you know he’s done something. “I got out of it.” he says keeping it short and sweet, wanting to spend the last remaining minutes he had before he had to be in the garage, kissing you. You eye him. “Hmmm and how exactly did you manage that one baby.” his long fingers caressed your skin and you almost forgot to interrogate him. “Well..” he says looking up at you again with those absolutely gorgeous eyes, that most definitely always get him out of trouble. “Lando what did you do?” you smirk. “I was at driver interviews and I couldn’t stop thinking about you all alone here in my bed, in my shirt and not much else and how much I really just wanted to spend time alone with you and well Oscar he got me out of media day and back into your arms, and I now have to possibly let him drive my Mclaren for a day.” he says with a laugh. “Ohhhh Lando.” you chuckle. “What??? You know I will literally do just about anything to get out of interviews and spend more time with you.” he teases. Before you can respond his lips are on yours. So this was how he planned to play it; make you even more exhausted. God you loved this man.

Before you know it your hands are in his curls and his lips are back on your neck. “God I love you.” he moans between kisses, as your hips connect with his. His hands are under your borrowed shirt and you both know that you need to be getting changed and ready to go but you two just couldn’t help yourselves. Before you know it the shirt was being unbuttoned the rest of the way and his lips were attached to your skin again. “Oh lando.” you call out to him. “I know baby, I know.” he groans, enjoying teasing you. Neither one of you noticed the time. He had come to join you in bed with his compression shirt and boxers on and you could now feel him through the tight material.. You decided to tease him a bit. Your hips collide with his once more, slowly teasing him.. “Mmm.” he groans, biting his bottom lip. You whine at the sight. “Don’t start.” he groans, knowing they did not have much longer. “Says you who already has me in only my panties, Sir.” you tease. “Some of us have a race to win.” he groans again as your fingers caress his tanned skin. “And your point??” you ask licking your lips before kissing down his Chest leaving a hickey just below his collarbone. “You get to be all beautiful and naked and I have to go be all frustrated on the track.” he whines “Well Mr. Norris, you should have thought about that before you started something you didn’t have time to finish.” you say your eyes begging him not to leave you needy and wanting him for the 78 laps. “Mmm well there may be something I can do.” he grins even though he knew what he was about to do would make everything more difficult for him he knew the look of pleasure on your face would be enough to get him through the 78 laps and then back home to play with you; his favorite toy.

He slid down the bed kissing your skin as he went till he was situated properly between your legs looking up at you, panties discarded onto the floor. You bite your lip as you watch him. He throws your leg over his shoulder so he can have better access to you. His lips dance down your thigh. He hears a deep sigh leave your lips as your eyes flutter closed. Lando glances quickly at the time knowing he didn’t have long but he knew what he had to do. He smirked as he watched you as his perfect pouty lips kissed your core gently. “Mmm Lando.” you whine still not opening your eyes making sure to enjoy every little second you had with him. “Shhh pretty girl let me work.” he whispers as his tongue laps at your already wet center. “So wet for me already princess and I have barely touched you.” he chuckles. Your eyes dart open as you glare at your tease of a boyfriend. “Please Lando.” you beg him now as you watch his fingers dance down your thigh and to the place you’ve been needing them most; inside of you. “God Lando.” you call to him, your hands falling into his curls tugging them, making him groan against your already begging pussy. “God you taste so fucking good baby.” he groans breathless as he continues to work his magic between your perfect thighs. Watching you fall apart for him right in front of his eyes. “Fuckk Lando Baby I'm so close, please.” you beg him to give you the release you need. He smirks promising to give you what you need but right before he could make you loudly scream his name, cumming proudly on his tongue the door to his driver’s room swung open. “Lando we’ve got to go you’re going to be…. Oh good God I'm sorry I’ve just come to get you for a drivers meeting. Jesus I'm so…” he couldn’t move it was like his feet were cemented to the floor of his teammate's driver's room he couldn’t do anything. “OSCAR JACK PIASTRI GET OUT!!” you shout. Lando covers your body with his, so his innocent teammate can’t catch any glances of what was his. “I'm sorry I'll wait outside.” he says, turning Ferrari red, and running immediately out of the room. You lean up knowing the moment is over and you’d have to sit partially satisfied for the next two hours.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going? Did I say we were finished?” Lando growls shoving you back down onto the bed. “Lando.” you giggle at his forcefulness as he buries his head between your thighs once more finishing what he started. “Fuck god Lando please mmm yes right there baby.” you scream back arching off the bed and into his skilled mouth as you’d cum for him. His name: a beautiful serenade on your lips that he would hear echoing in his head for the next two hours, calling to him begging to be heard over and over again . He cleaned up the mess you had made with his tongue, licking his lips as he kissed gently up your skin. “That should hold you over for now, my darling.” he smirks, kissing your lips wildly, tasting yourself on his tongue. You can’t help but moan. “Now I have to go, be a good girl and get cleaned up and meet me down at the paddock for driver introductions.” he growls, grabbing your jaw with his long fingers making you look up at him. You can’t help but smirk. “Yes sir.” you say feeling bad that you were the only one that got your insatiable appetite satisfied. You eyed him, knowing he had to go. You watch him slip his fire suit back over his muscled body knowing how uncomfortable he was going to be. He sees you watching him. He looks down at his erection and then back to you, walking to the bed to kiss you goodbye. “Don’t worry baby after this race no matter the outcome I plan to fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk in the morning, and no matter where you go you’ll feel me.” he bites your lip as he kisses you passionately. He takes one last look at you from the doorway picking up your panties off the floor and tucking them into his pocket as a little good luck charm. You eye him catching him sliding your panties into his pocket, you can’t help but smirk at him . “God I love you so fucking much.” he groans again hating how he was having to leave. You smirk. “I love you too, now go win me a race so I can show you some real pleasure after.” you wink at him and he whines “Babyyy….” “Lando seriously.” you laugh. “I'm going I'm going.” he giggles. As he steps from his driver's room to a freaking out Oscar. He chuckles to himself.

“What’s the matter, Osco? Never seen a satisfied woman before.” he jokes as he puts his arm around his teammate. “Lando I'm so sorry, I didn't see anything. I swear I didn't mean to interrupt. Zak was looking for you and asked me to go find you, I didn't think i'm so sorry I should have knocked, I just didn’t think..” Oscar was wondering how long Lando was going to make him beg for his life before he interrupted him. Lando chuckled. “It’s really okay mate.” he says, slapping him on the back. “Lando for fucks sake where have you been?” Zak shouts as they begin their pre race drivers meeting. “I don’t think you want to know.” Oscar mumbles under his breath. Lando grins hearing him.

As for you, you quickly took a shower and got dressed doing your hair and make up as quickly as possible. You stood in the mirror noticing all the hickies Lando had left across your skin. Hmm this was going to make it difficult to find an outfit to wear. You settled on a papaya colored sundress minus the underwear, you smirk, a little surprise for lando later.. you grabbed your paddock pass and headed down to prepare for the drivers parade and the start of the race. Even though your mind was preoccupied with the events of earlier, you couldn’t help but smirk. Poor Oscar you chuckle. He’s probably never going to be able to look you in the eye again. You chuckle again. “You seem in a good mood.” Alexandra says intertwining her arm with yours as you gossip through the paddock stopping every now and then to let Leo get the love and attention he deserves. You talk and laugh and say your goodbyes as you stand in front of the Mclaren garage. “See you after the race.” She waves heading in Charles' direction who was standing outside the Ferrari garage waiting for her and Leo; he gives you a little wave. “I doubt that.” you grin knowing that after the race you would be extremely occupied. A devilish grin crosses your lips as you head into the garage to find Lando.

“Mmmm i know that look.” he grins wrapping his arms around you as if he hadn’t just had his fingers deep inside of you 5 minutes ago. Oscar avoids you like the plague. “What look?” you say blushing. “That look means trouble.” he says, again unable to keep his eyes or his hands off of you. “Does it?” you flirt. Lando eyed you, you giggle. You lean in close to him so you can whisper in his ear without any passers by hearing your dirty words to him. “Just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you later.” you tease nibbling his ear. A quiet groan resonates in his chest vibrating through his whole body. “Y|N.” he warns his eyes darkening. He leans over to whisper in your ear, nose nuzzled in your hair. “Be careful princess. Before I have to bend you over right here, right now giving more than just, poor Oscar a show.” He growls. you blush looking away from his intense gaze. “Sorry.” You whisper. He looks at you, licking his lips. “Good Girl.” He whispers. you swallow hard.. You knew better than to distract him but you couldn’t help yourself after what just literally went down in his drivers room. His fingers intertwined with yours and you allow him to lead you out of the garage and onto the grid for the national anthem and race start. Neither of you saying another word to each other as you let him focus.

Time for the drivers to get into their cars and for the race to begin. You squeeze Lando’s hand. “Good Luck baby.” you say kissing his lips gently before leaving him behind to get race ready. You smirk at Oscar as he walks by. He turns red immediately and practically runs away. You couldn’t help but laugh. You take your seat in Mclaren hospitality with Lando’s family. The race begins with Lando taking off from his 4th position. You settle in for a long 78 laps. You could tell Lando was having trouble with his car. And from what you heard over his radio they weren't able to find the issue. So he just kept learning as he went. Lap after lap ticked off and he still wasn’t able to get his car out of fourth place. His car was fast but not fast enough to keep up with the cars in front of him, especially Charles whose car was near perfection. In the end Lando wouldn’t be able to catch up and would finish the day in 4th. Charles winning his home race at Monaco. Though you were disappointed for Lando, and you knew he’d be extremely disappointed in himself, but you were also happy for your friend getting his home win. You leave the hospitality suite to head out onto the grid to watch the podium, and cheer on Oscar since he finished second today, knowing that two top tens was good for the team regardless. You waited around patiently, knowing there would be interviews and photo opportunities. You talk with a few drivers that pass, along with Alexandra who was rushing to find her Boyfriend Charles for a big congratulations. “Go get him Alex, congratulations.” you chuckle, shouting after her. She gives you a sympathetic smile and wave, as she passes by knowing the heartbreak you would be dealing with later.

As you stand there chatting away with Carlos, you feel two strong arms wrap around you. “Why hello there, beautiful. “ Lando says in your ear, his face buried in your long hair. You smirk. “Hello handsome.” you say.. Carlos says his goodbyes to you and Lando. You spin around into Lando’s arms. “Hi.” you whisper, your fingertips caressing his cheek, you see the sadness in his eyes but he seemed okay. “Sorry I couldn’t get the win for you today baby.” he says. You kiss his lips and smile. “I know you're disappointed baby, but you did a great job with what the car would give you today. Plus I think I have just the thing to cheer you up.” you smirk that devilish little smirk at him. “Mmm” he hums looking down at you. You lean up to whisper in his ear. “Take me home, Lando Norris.” you whisper, taking his hand. His lips capture yours. “Yes ma’am.” he says, pulling you out of the Garage, headed to his drivers room to grab his stuff and yours and then out to his Mclaren in the drivers parking lot. The two of you barely stopping. His hand found your thigh immediately. “I love you.” you whisper. He smirks. “I may not have won the race today babe but I’ve got the best trophy of all..” he paused for a second looking deeply into your eyes. “You.” he whispers. You can’t help but blush. “Stop it.” you say playfully smacking him. He laughs and your world seems alright despite the tough day. As you drive out you pass the Ferrari team still celebrating their amazing win. You hear Lando sigh. You pat his thigh with your hand letting him know everything is going to be alright. He smiles over at you as he drives you home.

All the way back to Lando’s flat his hand never leaves your thigh. You laugh and talk and those perfect green eyes never stop looking over at you at every red light. As you get closer and closer to home you notice those gorgeous eyes darken and you know he was going to make good on his promise that he made to you in his driver's room before the race. You adjust in your seat, mind full of thoughts of what was to come once you got home. He glances over noticing your clenched thighs and devilish grin. He can’t help but smirk. “Something on your mind, love.” He asks long fingers beginning to stroke your thigh. You swallow hard as you look over at him, so comfortable, so relaxed in the driver’s seat. You lick your lips. “Nothing at all baby.” You grin shyly. “Hmm.” He says quietly, eyes back on the road. You had two more lights before the turn onto your street and you know Lando was going to torture you at each one. He didn’t disappoint. As he slowed the car to a stop at the next light he leaned over to kiss your neck whispering in your ear as he did so. “I think you’re lying my darling” he groans, voice deep and dark.. You whimper at his words and at his tone and you know he hears you. He smirks against the delicate skin of your neck, his stubble grazing roughly against it as he pulls away once more to continue the drive home. Moments later, he separated your clenched thighs with his long fingers. You whimper once more, looking at him desperately. He chuckles, as you so easily submit to him; granting him access to you without question. You watch as his warm hand slides down your thigh, pushing your dress out of the way as he goes, he immediately realizes that you weren’t wearing any panties. He raises an eyebrow at you. “No panties?” He questions wondering if you had gone the entire race watching him without underwear. He thinks back to the pair he had stolen from you earlier in the day, he recalls almost dropping them on the grid as he got into his car, he could have only imagined having to explain that one but the scent of you kept him going through an exhausting race.. You smirk, pulling him out of his daze. You knew he would enjoy that. “The whole race, no panties baby, just me all wet and needy thinking about you deep inside of me.” You practically pant. Lando groans loudly and you see his erection clear in his dress pants and you want to reach across the center console and give him a hand but he had other plans for you. Before long you feel his long index finger and you whine , biting your lip. “Lando.” You beg him breathless already. “Hush baby girl.” He grins as he watches your eyes flutter closed as he works his magic fingers inside of you, thumb slowly stroking your clit now. “Mmmm Lan.” You whine, your hand gripping his wrist holding him steady inside of you, unable to keep quiet, and he knew you wouldn’t be able too, that was the fun of it all. He knew you better than anyone else and he knew his girl wouldn’t be able to Keep those pretty little sounds to herself. “So needy for me princess.” He smirks as he watches your hips buck up into his hand begging for more, needing more. It had been several minutes now, you were so preoccupied with Lando’s hand that you hadn’t realized you were in the driveway, giving your neighbors a show, good thing it was late.

In seconds Lando withdraws his long fingers from inside of you, running them across his pouty lips. “mmm.” He moans licking his lips.. “Lando noo, please baby.” You whine finally opening your eyes realizing you were home. He can’t help but laugh. “Get out of the car y|n, I'm not nearly finished with you yet.” He says as he gets out of the car and stalks to the passenger side of his McLaren, opening the door for you and extending his hand. You take it interlocking his long fingers with yours as he practically yanks you out.. he slams the car door shut pulling you behind him. Before long he can’t take how slow you are walking and he throws you over his shoulder, you giggle smacking his ass. “Lando!!’ You chuckle, unable to stop the laughter now at how impatient he was being. “stop moving.” He commands., smacking your bare ass with his long fingers, for a second you had forgotten you hadn’t been wearing any panties until his warm hand made contact with your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine and a moan to your lips. “Fuck Lando.” You curse, very aware of the ache between your thighs now. Lando searches his pocket with his free hand till he finds the house key. He opens the door quickly, shutting it behind the two of you with his foot. He doesn’t bother to lock it, he’s a man on a mission he will come down later and lock it, right now the only thing he can think about is how amazing he feels when he’s lost deep inside of you, he’s thought about nothing else since this mornings, little pre-race nap and now it was time to do something about it.

He flips on the light to the second floor as he carries you up the stairs still slung over his broad shoulder. “Ohhhh Lando Norris, please put me down. I have a little something for you if you do.” You sing behind him gently kicking your feet and wiggling around to annoy him so he will put you down. You hear him grumble as you reach the top of the stairs and he shoves open the door to your shared bedroom. It’s there that your feet finally touch the ground. He was standing beside the bed. The pair of you stare at each other for a second, lust and desire burning between you both. But it’s you that makes the first move. All day long you’ve been dreaming about returning the favor to him. Even though you knew he spent all 78 laps at Monaco frustrated and horny you appreciated that he hadn’t done the same to you. So for being such a good sport you planned to return the favor before he could make good on his promise to make you unable to walk.. You smirked. You step before him unbuttoning his white button down the rest of the way leaving it undone but loose on his shoulders, running your fingers down his chest, then you slowly undid his belt and unzipped his black dress pants. He groans at the slow pace but he lets you continue. You smirk, seeing how impatient he was getting. “Patience baby, I promise you’re going to like where this is going.” Your voice is practically a low moan as your dark eyes look into his as he watches every single movement you make. His dress pants fall to his ankles and he kicks them to the side as he stands before you in his boxers. His green eyes watch you closely. “Take off your boxers and sit.” You demand, pointing to the edge of the bed. His eyes widen as he quickly does what he was told, sitting on the edge of the bed as you get on your knees between his thighs. You lick your lips looking up at him through long thick eyelashes and he groans. “God baby you're so beautiful when you’re on your knees for me.” His breath catches in his throat as your fingers wrap around him moving slowly. “Mmm baby.” He moans, head dropping back biting his bottom lip.

You continue to tease him before giving him what he wants. “Since you were so kind to not leave me begging for you for the entirety of the race, I thought you deserved a reward for being so generous.” You whisper looking up at him watching him closely, his eyes are locked on you now, his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he holds in his moans as he watches you. “Y|N please.” He begs , his hands falling into your hair as your lips wrap around him. His breathing becomes erratic as you add your hand stroking him as you go, tongue swirling around his tip down his length. One hand of his fisting your long hair, controlling your movements just how he wanted them, the other gripping the sheets beside him. Hips buck up into you, you groan against him causing him to curse out loud, unable to control himself with the sensation. The way you look, the way you feel wrapped around him has him cursing your name. “Jesus fuck baby, I can’t handle you like this, mmm fuck right there baby, that’s my good fucking girl, fuck fuck I can’t take it . Please baby I’m gunna cum.” Your mouth hallowed, giving him all you’ve got begging him to cum and it’s not long before does unable to control it any longer. “Fuck babyyyyy.” He whines fucking your mouth through his orgasm. Hips bottoming out beneath you, head dropping back as you swallow, wiping your mouth, licking your lips, savoring the taste of him. you can’t take your eyes off him.

Lando’s green eyes darken and you know he’s about to make good on the promise he had made you earlier today. He tucks his long fingers under your chin, licking his lips as you lean on his muscled thighs making you look up at him. “You looked so good with my cock in your pretty little mouth baby girl, but you’re going to be absolutely stunning with my cock deep inside that tight little pussy. Get up baby my turn to make you feel good.” He says his words basically a moan, reaching down to help you up. His lips crash into yours as you stand, hands roaming your body, his long fingers slide under the straps of the dress you were still wearing, he watches it pool around your ankles. He groans at the sight of you. His long fingers trace over the hickies he had given you earlier in the day; he grins. “All fucking mine.” He growls as his fingers move up your neck gripping it tightly, a tiny moan leaves your lips and he grins as his thumb applies a little more pressure to your pressure point. “Lando.” you gasp your words almost catching in your throat. His tongue runs across his lips. “Fucking gorgeous begging for me.” His voice was a raspy tone that made you whine for him. He chuckled at the sound as he backed you up to your giant king sized bed. “Lay back for me angel.” he says finally letting go of you. You do as you're told and slide back on to the bed, never taking your eyes off of him. At this point after the spanking, and watching him cum for you, you were soaking wet and he planned to tease you about it before he did something about it. “Ohhh baby girl, look at you all nice and wet for me already and I haven’t even begun. Did my baby girl enjoy watching me cum?” he asks. You don’t respond for a second testing his limits. He grabs your jaw tightly. “Answer me darling, or it’s going to be a long unsatisfying night for you.” he growls. You shake your head yes knowing that wouldn’t be good enough for him. He clears his throat looking down at you with a stern look. “Best use your words then, my love.” your eyes widen. “Oh” you think to yourself as you try to find the words underneath the sexy forcefulness of his tone. His gaze is staring right through you as he waits for your answer. “Yes.” you gasp. There is silence for a moment as he watches you, enamored by your beauty and how responsive you are to him.

He leans down, not saying a word in response, his muscled body situated above you, large thighs on either side of you as his long fingers trace your delicate skin, his lips setting your skin on fire with desire for him as he makes his way down your body. Massaging each of your supple breasts with his mouth, tongue swirling around each nipple. Your hips bucking up into him with each little movement of his body above yours. “Settle down doll, i'm only just beginning.” he grins licking his lips. You whine. You were about to cum already and he hadn’t even barely begun, you weren’t sure what that said about you but you knew what it said about him, your boyfriend was absolutely insatiable and there wasn’t a single thing about him that didn’t turn you on and this was the problem. “Fuck Lando, i need you, please.” you beg him wanting him to stop torturing you and put himself inside you like he’d been promising all damn day. “So impatient.” he hums against the inside of your thigh as he continues to kiss and lick down your body. “Lando.” you whine again as he spreads your legs wider for him as he's now firmly set between your thighs. “Mmm look at you sweetheart.” he whimpers licking his lips looking up at you from between your thighs. Though this was a familiar position for him, as he’d just been here earlier this afternoon, something about being able to take his time, enjoy the moment, not be rushed, savor every reaction of your body to him made this even more pleasurable then any of the other times. His green eyes, pupils large with desire for you. His lips trailed down your thigh, you can feel his breath so close to where you want him, where you need him but yet he continues his slow torment. “Lando please.” you breathe. He hums again. “So damn beautiful when you beg for me, my needy little girl.” he whispers as tongue slides down your begging pussy, his perfect nose hitting your clit just right as he goes..

“Ohh fuck, Lando.” you cry out hips bucking up into his full lips begging him for more. He grips your hips tight, holding you into place. “Don’t you dare run from me darling.” he says eyes flashing up at you as he adds two fingers along with his tongue making you wiggle beneath him. “Fuck Lando that feels so good. Mmm baby.” you moan loudly, biting your lip to contain your moans. Lando notices you holding back and he stops . “Come on, pretty girl don’t do that, don’t hold back, I don’t care if the whole neighborhood hears my beautiful girl, come on now.” he says as he continues. You arch your back off the bed into him. “God Lando right there, fuck jesus please please please.” you beg again as you chase him begging for release. He hums against your clit. Making you cry out his name arching your back once again into him. “There's my pretty girl, so close for me now.” he says, his free hand reaching up to grab your breast, squeezing your nipple gently between his long fingers adding to the pleasure he’s giving you. “Lando I can’t please baby, I need to cum. Please.” you cry out to him. “Is that what you want? You want to cum do you baby girl?” he asks, slowing all of his movements waiting for an answer. “mmm hmm please Lando, please..” you continue to beg him. His fast than slow movements have you right on the edge and then back again head spinning but you dont’ dare cum, not without his permission. “Just want you to feel how l felt for 78 laps angel, how horny you made me after our little nap, how bad I wanted to bend you over that little table in my drivers room, how uncomfortable I was for two hours. Having to listen to the sounds of your sexy little moans when you cum for me being repeated in my head over and over, unable to do a damn thing about it. God i wanted to fuck you so bad after the race i was lucky i got you into the car as quickly as I did.” he pauses his movements had practically slowed to a painfully annoying halt. “Lando baby i'm sorry we just didn’t have enough time, please i'm sorry.” you continue to beg as he begins again. “The way those gorgeous pink lips looked wrapped around my cock when we got home, god you’re fucking perfect baby.” he groans finally shutting up so he could finish you properly. “Oh god lando yes please fuckkk mmm right there baby yes come on i'm almost there jesus god fuckk fuck fuck.” your back arches off the bed into him, your hands tangled in his beautiful curls tugging them between your fingers as he finally gives you what you want. “Cum baby.” he groans and like a good girl, you do as you're told. “Fuckkkkk LAND OOO. Ohh god yes fuck I can’t please mmmmmm fuck.” you call out as you cum hard on his tongue. You're breathless below him and you know you’ve only just begun the night. You practically melt into the bed. As you whine as he cleans up the mess he made with his tongue leaving a trail of soft kisses up your body, making his way up to your lips, kissing you hard.

You can feel him on your thigh and though your head was still spinning from your last orgasm you want him inside you, you need him inside you immediately. His lips separate from yours as he looks you over, checking in on his girl.. “”What is it, pretty girl?” he asks, voice low and raspy. You swallow hard, licking your lips. Your beautiful eyes lock with his. “I want you.” you say reaching between your bodies to stroke him with your talented fingertips. “Fuck baby.” he says thrusting his hips into your hand so you feel all of him. “Please Lando.” you practically whisper now needing him inside of you more than air right now. He smirks. “Alright baby but tonight we’re trying something different. Okay?” he asks looking at you for permission to continue. You eye him wondering what he was up to. You shake your head yes. “Trust me baby, I promise you’ll love it.” he grins. “I trust you, always.” you say kissing him roughly, still stroking him between your two bodies making him moan between words, now it was him needing you. “Fuck baby, you’re so god damn perfect.” he says trying not to get too caught him in the moment because he had special plans for you. You wondered what he was up to as he moved around your bed now, pulling himself from your grasp. “Sit up angel, on all fours, facing the mirror.” he commands and you do exactly as you're told. Trusting him every step of the way. You wonder what he’s up to as you watch the scene unfold in the large mirror in front of your bed, perfectly situated on the dresser, to see alll the best parts of your shared bedroom.. You watch him behind you through the mirror as he places himself behind you, watching you watch him. He smirks. Licking his lips. “Want us to be able to watch each other cum baby.” he groans, grabbing your hips, getting the just right position behind you. He lifts your hips up, getting the perfect arch in your back as he guides himself gently, slowly into you. You moan loudly. “Easy pretty girl, just breathe.” he says easing in and out of you, matching your pace to the arch in your back so he makes sure he can hit the right spot to make you cum moaning his name. The pair of you watching each other in the mirror in front of you. You toss your head back. “Fuck Lando please.” you plead as his movement had slowed to an agonizing pace that had you chasing him begging to feel him deeper, needing to feel him. “Mmm look at you baby girl, so damn beautiful like this, begging me to fuck you harder. Is that what you want, princess ? you want me to fuck you harder.” the tone of his voice made you shutter. He chuckled as he noticed your reaction to him. “Please lando!” you say responding to him almost immediately. Still inside of you, nearly stopping.. He loosens the grip on your hips running his long fingers down your back gently watching the goosebumps crawl across your skin. He chuckles. “Stunning.” he growls before slamming into you. You cry out as he finally speeds up the pace watching his perfect girl in the mirror as she begs for him over and over again. “Ohhh god Lando please please.” you cry out as one hand remains gripping your hip the other snaking around your body pulling your back to his chest. The movement inside of you causes him to groan as you tighten around him.. “You fit me so perfectly, baby, so tight and sweet. My everything.” he growls in your ear. “Fuck Lando, I need more please.” you beg him once more needing to cum.

The pace he set had slowed again and you were so close now but he kept you teetering on the edge. His free hand had slid up and down your body. Teasing both your nipples gently squeezing them between his long fingers making you moan aloud. His movements begin again as you watch his long fingers slowly begin to rub your clit as he eased in and out of you again. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, biting your lip. “God fuck Lando right there, please baby ohh jesus god mmmmmmmm yes fuckk you fuck me so damn good. I can’t please.” you cry out into the darkness of your bedroom Lando holding you steady as he puts you back on all fours as he slams in and out of you feeling you get closer and closer tightening around him. “Come on baby, cum for me, be a good fucking girl.” he growls slamming hard into you again again watching as you toss our head back, arching your back into him, the perfect angle sending you both cussing and screaming each other names into the night as you both watch each other cum in the mirrior Lando burying himself deep inside of you, his tight grip on your hips loosens and he gently begins to stroke your heated skin beneath his fingertips, giving you both a second before he eases out of you, you whine at the loss of contact between the two of you. “Shhh baby.” he says with a smirk at his needy girlfriend. You lay on the bed watching him as he dashes out of bed and into the bathroom, coming out with his boxers on with a warm cloth to clean you up. You smirk up at him. His long fingers caress your cheek. “I love you baby.” he says, handing you his shirt, tossing the wash rag into the wash basket and returning to bed with you wrapping you up in his arms. Your eyes haven’t left him. “You okay baby??” he asks, checking in on you, brushing a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear before running his fingers down your cheek, taking in your beaty and everything that was his. “Never better.” you smirk. “I love you.” you whisper realizing you had not said it back to him from earlier. Your fingers dancing over his lips. “You are everything to me Lando Norris, I hope you always know that.” you whisper, kissing his lips slowly, gently. “You sure that’s not just the mind blowing sex talking.” Lando laughs that cute little laugh of his as you smack him lightly. “No it’s not just that, even though that is a plus.” you pause winking at him.

“I wouldn’t trade this life with you for anything.” you say fingers caressing his chest as you look into his gorgeous green eyes. He smiles. “I don’t know what I’d ever do without you baby, I really don’t.” he says kissing your forehead.” you chuckle. “What?” he asks, loving your laugh. “I wonder how long it will take before Oscar can look at me in the paddock again.” you can’t stop laughing at Lando’s funny face he had made. “I think that one's gunna take him a bit. I think we traumatized the poor guy. You should have seen him after he was apologizing and going crazy. I felt bad, I also noticed when you met me in the garage after he refused to make eye contact with you.” Lando says with a laugh as his arms wrap around you “I'll get him a present, maybe that will help.” you laugh again. “I'm sure he’d appreciate that.” Lando says with a yawn as he snuggles into you as you run your fingers through his curls, both falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning you groan as you find that Lando is not beside you. “Babe?” you call out listening for a response. But then you hear the shower on. You smirk getting out of bed, groaning but smiling at your achy muscles, chuckling to yourself as Lando had kept his promise to make it difficult for you to walk the next morning, and also that you felt nothing but him when you did. You drop Lando's borrowed shirt to the floor stepping into the bathroom. “You didn’t wake me?” you say wrapping your arms around his body underneath the warm water. He looks down at you. “You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you.” he smiles, kissing your lips slowly, the warm water falling gently between your bodies. His long fingers trace over the marks he had left on your body from the night before, he bites his lip. “Sorry baby.” he smirks. You chuckle. “I'm not.” you wink at him and his lips devour yours once more. You moan into his mouth before his lips separate from his. “I guess I should take a pre-race nap more often.” you smirk at him as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Only if we have time for both of us to get fucked properly. That race was fucking torture for me, probably why I drove so bad, I couldn’t focus.” he says as he spins you around washing your hair. You always did love the way he took care of you. “Hey don’t blame me, I warned you we didn’t have time, but you insisted.” you argue. He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t hear any complaints from you.” he teases. "Yeah cuz I'm the one that got to cum.” you tease him back, running your fingers through his wet curls. “Point taken.” he says, stepping out of the shower drying you both off, before you get dressed and get ready for another busy race week to begin, both grateful to have each other to navigate this crazy life.

The end

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