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“You Can’t Rush Greatness.”

There was only fifteen minutes until the two of them were supposed to be walking down the red carpet at the F1 75 launch event. She’d been dressed for the last half an hour, wandering nervously around the hotel room and touching up her already flawless makeup, just to do something to occupy herself. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous, it wasn’t like she was the one who had to get up on stage after all.

Lando on the other hand, was completely unphased by the whole thing, almost to the point of it being annoying. He’d been messing around online, playing some kind of virtual reality golf with Max and some other friends when she got in the shower. She’d come out of the shower half an hour later to find him still in exactly the same position. The only thing that had made him look away for a second was the sight of her dropping her towel to the floor and being momentarily naked while she reached into the wardrobe for a robe. Then he’d gone straight back to playing golf, leaving her to get ready.

By the time she had blow dried and curled her hair, sitting cross legged in front of the full length mirror to start applying her make up he’d finally paused his game for long enough to get in the shower. He’d stopped off to give her a kiss on the cheek on his way through to the bathroom, telling her that you looked pretty, and smudging your still unfinished makeup.

If he’d just started getting ready when he then got out of the shower the two of them would’ve been on time and there would’ve been no issues. But instead he’d laid on the bed, towel wrapped around his hips, complaining bitterly about how much he didn’t want to go although they both knew he hadn’t got a choice. It was the only reason that she had agreed to go with him in the first place, he’d argued that the whole thing might be a little bit less awful with her for company and she never had been able to say no to him.

The only thing was it was the first time in their fledgling relationship that the two of them had officially attended anything together. While Lando was incredibly relaxed about the whole thing, to the point that they were supposed to be leaving in under five minutes and he still hadn’t finished getting dressed, her stomach was churning with nerves.

“Come on, Lando.” She hurried him along. “We’re going to be late.”

“You can’t rush greatness.” He smirked, going back to trying to fasten his cuff links.

She just rolled your eyes at him, turning back to the mirror to straighten out her dress for the hundredth time. The quiet groan Lando let out had her turning back to face him though.

“What?” You asked.

“The bloody collar doesn’t do up!” He sighed, tugging at the collar of his shirt, the buttons a long way off meeting to prove his point.

“This is why you’re supposed to try things on more than two minutes before we walk out of the door.” She pointed out, walking over to him and grasping the collar of his shirt. It was a long way off meeting, there was no way it was going to button up even if she forced it, not without strangling him at least.

“You look really, really sexy tonight.” He smiled, eyes running appreciatively down her body as his hands fell to your waist.

“We definitely don’t have time for any of that. We’re already late.” She rolled your eyes at him. “And you’re going to have to ditch the tie as well. There’s no way we’re getting this done up.”

“At least all that neck training torture is doing something I guess.” Lando joked. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” She nodded. “Shall we go?”

“One sec…” he dropped his hands from her waist, crouching down to put his shoes on. “Now we can go.” He plucked his coat off the hook by the wardrobe, handing hers to her.

It was a lot of drama and unnecessary work, to get into the specially painted McLaren so that he could drive round to the red carpet at the entrance. She pointed out on the way there that the two of them could’ve walked from the hotel of the entrance in less than half the time it took to get there in the car. Lando had agreed, muttering something about the whole thing being very unnecessary, but had been parking the McLaren up at the bottom of the red carpet before he could say much else.

He’d jumped out, with a friendly wave to the crowd, coming around to her side of the car to open the door. As soon as she was out his hand was firmly holding hers, giving it a firm squeeze of reassurance before the two of them set off up the red carpet. The flashes of the cameras were blinding, and she faltered a little bit, never having felt quite so out of her depth in the whole time that the two of them had been together.

“You okay?” Lando whispered, leaning in so his voice was low in her ear.

“Yeah, just don’t let go of me.” She told him, gripping his hand a little tighter even at the thought. The last thing she wanted was to be left aimlessly wandering around here on her own. She didn’t know anyone, or where they were supposed to be going.

“I won’t, I promise.” He reassured her.

He’d kept his word. The only time he’d let go of her hand was to wrap his arm around her instead, pulling her in a bit closer to him when she started to shiver from the cold on the hope of keeping her a little warmer. She had stood a little awkwardly beside him as he gave various interviews on the way in, but eventually they made it in to the venue and Lando pulled her chair out for her so that you could sit down at the McLaren table.

The venue was huge, packed with an excitable crowd. Lando was quick to take his coat off and drape it over her shoulders as she shivered, not expecting it to be quite as cold as it was inside. She shot him a grateful smile, and he returned it, his hand falling onto her thigh as he turned to speak to his team principal who was sitting beside him.

It was a strange evening, the jokes a bit cringey, the reveal of each car being over the top and seeming to go on for a little too long. McLaren having won the Constructors Championship in 2024 meant that they were the last team to reveal their car. Lando kissing the top of her head quickly and giving her an encouraging smile as he headed off to get ready with Oscar, Zak and Andrea as the evening began to draw to a close.

She smiled and cheered when he came out on the stage later on, dressed in his new race suit for the 2025 season. He somehow managed to find her in amongst the crowd, giving her a wave and a wink that had her blushing before he turned his attention back to the interview that he was supposed to be giving.

It took a while for him to find her again after he was done on the stage, but when he did he was back in his suit, curls ruffled from getting changed and with a big smile on his face.

“You ready to go?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“I am.” She agreed, taking his hand.

He called out a goodbye to the remaining members of the McLaren team that were hanging around at the table, the venue already rapidly emptying, and then quickly led her through the crowd.

He didn’t bother picking up the car to take them back to the hotel, the two of them completing the short walk back to the lobby in less time than it would’ve taken the valet to pull the car around.

“They’d better not be planning to do that every year.” Lando groaned, leaning against the wall in the elevator as they waited for it to take them up to their hotel room. “That was absolutely ridiculous.”

“I don’t know, I thought you looked pretty sexy up on that stage.” She smirked. “The suit… it really looks good on you.”

As she said it her hands reached for the collar of his shirt, the one that was never going to fit around his muscular neck, and as her fingertips grazed over his skin Lando shivered under her touch.

“Oh really?” He smirked, any earlier trace of tiredness rapidly fading as he grabbed her by the waist.

“Mmmm.” She agreed, fingers toying with the next button down, exposing a little more of his toned chest. “If you’re not too tired, maybe I’ll help you out of it… reward you for doing such a great job tonight.”

“Is that right?” He smiled, biting on his lip as he tightened his grip on her waist. Her hands slowly worked their way down the buttons of his shirt.

“It is.” She agreed, stepping out of her heels and dropping down a couple of inches lower in front of him.

He lifted his hands off her waist to allow her to pull his jacket and shirt down his arms in one smooth move, leaving him bare chested and stood in front of her, eyes watching her every move as he waited to see what she was going to do next. It was her show, and he felt a shiver of anticipation as he waited for her to do something.

She slowly trailed her fingertips from his collarbone, down the defined muscles of his chest, across his abs and to the waistband of his trousers. He sucked in a sharp breath as he fingers dipped just below the waistband, but before she got to where he wanted she pulled her hand away and turned her back to him.

“Unzip me?” She suggested, gathering her hair up and sweeping it to one side to make the zip easily accessible for him.

He reached eagerly for the zip, because she looked beautiful in the dress but he knew what was underneath it was going to be even better. The zip slid down smoothly, and after quickly shrugging her arms out of the sleeves the silk material slid down her body and pooled at her feet.

The sight of her nearly naked in front of him, a few scraps of black lace the only thing covering her, snapped Lando out of his trance. His hands were back on her almost instantly, pulling her back towards him so that her back was flush against his chest, hand sliding around to explore her soft and tanned skin. His teeth nipped lightly at the skin of her neck.

A quiet sigh of contentment slipped out of her lips as he found the particularly sensitive spot behind her ear that he knew drove her wild.

“Lando…” his name escaped her as a breathy sigh, his hands skimming down the soft skin of her stomach towards the waistband of her underwear. “Please…” she didn’t even know what she was asking for, just for him to do something more than the current maddeningly slow trail of his fingertips over her skin.

“Shhhh… patience.” He reminded her, hand still moving painfully slowly, his lips trailing slowly down her shoulder. One hand moved up to loop through the straps of her bra, dragging them slowly down her arms before he finally unclasped it and let it fall to the floor with her dress.

She shivered as the cold air of the hotel room hit her bare skin, a sharp contrast from the warmth of Lando’s skin behind her, pressed against her back.

She had no idea how long he kept her there, a hand firmly on her hip keeping her in place as his hands and lips slowly explored her skin. There was no hurry, absolutely no urgency to his movements, just a lazy exploration of the body that was starting to seriously test her patience.

He did eventually turn her around to she was facing him, lips capturing hers in a kiss that left her breathless. His hands grabbed the back of her thighs, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her back through the room towards the bed.

The bed was still strewn with clothes from where he’d got ready from the event and he quickly brushed them off before dropping her on to the bed, grinning at her as she bounced on the soft mattress, hair fanning out around her like a halo and laid there waiting for him. He made short work of getting out of his now painfully tight trousers, crawling back up the bed and leaving a trail of kisses up her body as he went.

“Lando… please..” she groaned, locking her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.

“You’re impatient tonight, huh?” He grinned, leaning in to meet her lips with a passionate kiss that left her breathless.

“Lando…” she ground her hips in to his now obvious erection that was straining at his boxer shorts. “Don’t tease me.”

She rolled her hips into his again, harder this time, and heard his breath catch in his throat. She took advantage of the fact that she had him momentarily distracted, using her grip around his waist to flip the two of them over so she was straddling him.

He looked a bit dazed and confused as to how they’d ended up in that position, but he didn’t fight her. He just lifted his hips allowing her to drag his boxers down his legs, and before he could say anything she’d rid herself of her own underwear, braced her hands against his chest and was sinking down on him.

He swore quietly under his breath as she took all of him, sinking down onto him agonisingly slowly. Once he bottomed out, filling her completely she made no attempt to move, just watching his facial expression, head tipped back on the pillow and his mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath and regain some control, the feeling of her around him almost being too much to handle.

“Come on, don’t tease me.” He whined, his hands finding her hips, trying to encourage her to move.

“What was it you said earlier?” She asked innocently. “You can’t rush greatness?” As she spoke she began to move, setting an agonisingly slow pace that had Lando seriously considering just flipping the two of them over and having his way with her.

“You’re going to make me regret that, aren’t you?” He groaned, the noise a mix of frustration and pleasure as her hips rolled in the slow rhythm that she had set.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” She winked.

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kathlare · 2 days ago

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: On Valentine's Day in New York City, Lando and Amelie share an unforgettable evening together, filled with playful teasing, romantic surprises, and quiet moments of intimacy.

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February 14th, 2025 - New York City, NY

The familiar hum of Lando’s PC filled the room as his stream finally went live after months of silence. The chat immediately exploded.

HE’S BACKKKKK HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS THE GOAT RETURNS 🐐 BRO WHY YOU LOOK ALL FANCY WTF Wait… is he dressed up? Where’s the hoodie??

Lando chuckled as he adjusted his headset, glancing at the chat with an amused smirk. He was dressed up—black button-down, sleeves rolled up just enough, watch on his wrist, and his hair actually styled instead of the usual curly mess. The only thing that kept him looking somewhat casual was the fact that he was still wearing his gaming headset.

—Alright, alright, chill out,— Lando said, grinning at the flood of messages. —Yeah, I know it’s been a while. Sorry for ghosting you guys. Life’s been busy, racing, traveling…— He trailed off, not mentioning the very obvious reason why he had been a little too preoccupied to stream.

LIFE = AMELIE, JUST SAY IT BRO NO HOODIE? NO HAT? WHO ARE YOU bro this is not a gaming stream this is a pre-date stream THE BUTTON DOWN??? yeah he’s got a date fr

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk on his lips. His chat knew him too well.

—Yeah, yeah, alright. Maybe I do have plans after this. But let’s just play some Tarkov first, alright?—

He loaded into the game, trying to focus, but the chat would not let him live.

He’s gonna die in five minutes. Calling it. Imagine sweating in Tarkov while dressed like that LMAO nah but he’s actually blushing tho, this is insane bet Amelie picked out the outfit

Lando laughed at that last comment, shaking his head.

—Actually, no. I picked this one myself, thank you very much. But she does like this shirt, so, you know… points for me.—

The game started, and for a few minutes, Lando was focused, making callouts and looting, his usual game face on. Then...

—Lan?—

The voice came from behind him, soft but sweet, and very familiar.

Lando instantly turned in his chair, and the chat went absolutely feral.

Standing at the doorway was Amelie, already dressed up for their date night. She was wearing a stunning baby pink dress, fitted in all the right places, her hair styled effortlessly, makeup done perfectly. She looked unreal.

Lando’s mouth went a little dry.

—Holy fuck.— The words left his mouth before he could even stop them.

Amelie smirked, stepping closer. —Do you like it?—

Lando just stared for a second, then let out a slow, exaggerated breath.

—Chat, I’m in trouble.—

LMAOOOO HE’S DOWN BAD BRO GAVE UP HIS WHOLE SOUL IN 2 SECONDS BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK, JUST “HOLY FUCK”

Amelie leaned down, resting her hands on his shoulders as she glanced at the screen.

—Oh, are you live? Hi chat!— She waved, grinning, and the chat exploded even more.

HELLO QUEEN OUR MOTHER HAS ARRIVED Amelie just casually ending this man’s whole career with a dress Bro went from FPS mode to full simp mode so fast

Lando tilted his head up to look at her, still a little dazed.

—Ames, you can’t just walk in here looking like that. I have a stream to do.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow. —Oh, do you? Because it looks like you’re completely useless right now.—

Lando blinked, glanced back at the game—where, sure enough, he had just been killed because he had completely forgotten to move—and groaned.

—Fucks sake.—

DEAD. HE’S LITERALLY DEAD. Amelie walked in and this man forgot what gaming was Bro you’re fighting for your life rn This is embarrassing for you, Lando

Amelie laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. —Well, don’t take too long, cariño. Our reservation is in thirty minutes.—

She turned to leave, but not before Lando caught her hand, pulling her back just enough to look up at her with a grin.

—You’re actually trying to kill me, huh?—

Amelie smirked, leaning down until their faces were just inches apart. —Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.—

WE CAN HEAR HIS HEARTBEAT WTF NOOO THIS IS TOO MUCH bro is down astronomically “baby” oh we’re so back

Amelie finally left, and Lando sat there for a second, still looking toward the door like he was processing what just happened. Then, slowly, he turned back to the screen.

—Alright, chat. Yeah, I’m ending stream. No fucking way I’m sitting here playing Tarkov when that is waiting for me.—

AS YOU SHOULD KING DROP EVERYTHING AND GO W STREAM W MAN W GIRLFRIEND Go be a lover boy, we support it

Lando grinned as he ended the stream.

Yeah. Best decision he’d ever made.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Lando and Amelie were spotted out in New York last night for a very romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. ❤️👀

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landomegafan: HE LITERALLY LEFT MONACO TO SPEND VALENTINE’S DAY WITH HER. That’s real love, idc.

f1tea: Not them being all cute and couple-y in NYC while we sit here surviving off this ONE blurry ass photo 💀 → speedyboi44: @f1tea seriously, we get this after waiting ALL DAY?? Do better, paparazzi.

mclarengossip: The way they went from “we don’t even talk anymore” to “flirting like teenagers in public” is actually insane. → gridgirlxoxo: @mclarengossip Right?? They were pretending they were strangers, and now he’s looking at her like she hung the damn moon.

lando.amelie.fp: Lando’s first Valentine’s Day as a public simp and he’s THRIVING.

f1fangirl23: Okay but I need DETAILS. Were they holding hands? Did they kiss? Were they giggling like idiots?? HELLO??? → pitlaneprincess: @f1fangirl23 All we got is a single blurry pic where they aren’t even standing next to each other. I hate it here.

notafan69: This is giving PR relationship. Sorry, not buying it.

f1wagsunite: Can we talk about how Amelie used to say she wasn’t into dating drivers and now she’s literally with Lando??

daymanfanclub: She deserves a man who adores her, and honestly, I’ve never seen Lando look happier. → queenamelie: @daymanfanclub FR. She’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and I need him to act accordingly.

lando4everrr: Bro, they went to the most romantic restaurant in New York on VALENTINE’S DAY and this is all we get??? A blurry ass Bigfoot sighting??

obsessedwithamelie: We saw Lando SIMP IN 4K ON STREAM and now you’re telling me we can’t even get ONE good pic of them actually together?? I’m SICK. → amelieupdates: @obssesedwithamelie We got a man literally losing his mind over her in real time and somehow this blurry pic feels like an attack.

stopwastingtime: I just feel bad for Lando. He was always so private, and now he’s dating someone who loves attention. → bestielookinward: @stopwastingtime Private??? LANDO NORRIS??? The man who was streaming his entire relationship five minutes before this???

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The restaurant was dimly lit, the golden glow of candlelight reflecting off the polished silverware and the deep red roses adorning each table. It was the kind of place meant for romance—intimate, luxurious, and absolutely perfect for their first proper Valentine’s Day together.

Lando and Amelie were seated in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, but not away from each other. If anything, they were impossibly close—Lando’s arm draped lazily around the back of Amelie’s chair, his fingers occasionally playing with the strands of her hair, while her hand rested on his thigh, tracing absentminded patterns over the fabric of his trousers.

Lando leaned in, his voice low and teasing as he nuzzled against her ear. —You do realize you’ve barely looked at the menu, right?—

Amelie hummed, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. —I already know what I want.—

Lando grinned. —Yeah? What’s that?—

She finally turned to face him, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. —You, obviously.—

Lando groaned dramatically, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. —Ames, we’re in public. You can’t say shit like that.—

Amelie giggled, running her fingers through his curls. —Oh, poor baby. Are you blushing?—

He lifted his head, his expression mock-serious. —First of all, I do not blush. Second, if anyone should be flustered here, it’s you. Because let’s be honest, you haven’t stopped staring at me all night.—

Amelie scoffed, even as her fingers continued to thread through his hair. —Can you blame me? You look disgustingly handsome tonight. It’s actually quite rude.—

Lando smirked, sitting up a little straighter. —Yeah? You like the shirt?—

Her gaze flickered down to the black button-down he was wearing—the same one from earlier, now slightly more unbuttoned, because Lando never resisted the urge to undo a couple of them as the night went on.

—Mhm,— Amelie murmured, toying with one of the open buttons. —Makes you look like trouble.—

Lando’s smirk widened. —That’s funny. You told me earlier that you like trouble.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the way her lips curled into a smile. —Shut up and kiss me.—

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hand slid up to cradle her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, the kind that said I love you without needing the words.

When they finally pulled apart, Amelie exhaled softly, resting her forehead against his. —You taste like wine.—

Lando chuckled. —You taste like trouble.—

—Again, you love trouble.—

Lando grinned. —I do. Especially when she’s in a pink dress and looking like the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.—

Amelie’s heart stuttered in her chest. She bit her lip, but her smile still broke through. —Careful, Norris. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to have to keep you forever.—

Lando leaned in again, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. —Good. That’s exactly what I want.—

Before Amelie could respond, their waiter arrived, clearing his throat politely. Lando reluctantly pulled away, though he kept one hand resting on Amelie’s thigh beneath the table.

They placed their orders—steak for Lando, pasta for Amelie—and once the waiter disappeared, Lando turned back to her, his eyes filled with that familiar fondness that made her stomach flip.

—Can I just say…— He laced their fingers together, bringing her hand up to his lips. —This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.—

Amelie’s expression softened. —Me too, Lan.—

He tilted his head, his lips brushing over her knuckles. —Kinda crazy, huh? That we’re actually here, doing this properly? After… everything.—

She squeezed his hand. —We were always going to find our way back to each other. You know that, right?—

Lando smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. —Yeah. I know.—

And in that moment, with the warmth of her hand in his, the soft glow of the candlelight between them, and the undeniable certainty that she was it for him—Lando realized something.

He didn’t just love Amelie.

He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with her.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Spotted: Lando and Amelie arriving at The Plaza Hotel after their very romantic dinner in NYC last night. 🥂✨

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f1fangirl2000: NOT THIS BLURRY SHIT AGAIN. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET A DECENT PICTURE?? At least we got them together this time, but come on… we deserve better.

teanotlikingit: Omg we get it, they’re dating. Can we move on now?? All this attention for literally no reason... → f1hater: @teanotlikingit Yeah, who cares. Why is everyone obsessed with their every move? Feels like overkill.

bitterf1fan: Why is this such a big deal? It's just another rich, good-looking couple doing the same thing everyone else does. Not impressed.

f1tea: I’m just here waiting for a better quality picture, because this blurry mess isn’t cutting it. 🙄 → pitlaneprincess: @f1tea Same, I’m about to photoshop them together myself at this point.

f1shipper: Honestly, she makes him look like a whole different man—my dude is glowing next to her.

paddockwhispers: Just imagine them in that hotel suite after dinner... 😏 Yeah, I’m definitely not going to be able to sleep tonight. → f1gossipdaily: @paddockwhispers Someone’s definitely getting some tonight…

bitterfangirl: Nah, this whole thing still feels forced. It’s all for the publicity, I’m calling it.

starletfan: I love how their friendship is still so strong even now. It’s the perfect balance of flirty and comfortable.

gridgirlgossip: Okay, so we finally get them together in a picture, and it’s STILL this blurry? Like, what are we doing here? 😩 → popculturebabe: @gridgirlgossip Can we get a photographer that can do their job properly, please?

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The bright lights of New York illuminated the night as Lando and Amelie walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, the weight of paparazzi cameras flashing as they made their way into the grand entrance of The Plaza Hotel. The sound of cameras clicking and flashes lighting up the street was almost deafening, but in that moment, neither of them cared. They were together, and nothing else mattered.

Lando leaned closer to Amelie, his lips brushing against her ear. —You’re glowing tonight, baby.—

She grinned up at him, her fingers tightening around his hand. —Stop it, Lan. You’re making me blush again.—

—Wouldn’t want that to happen. Wouldn’t want anyone else to see how much I’m obsessed with you,— Lando teased, his voice low and warm. He could see the playful spark in her eyes, the one she always had when she was around him, and it made his heart race.

As they entered the lavish lobby, the bellman stepped forward, greeting them with a courteous smile. Lando nodded, giving him a small wink as they made their way to the elevator.

Once inside the privacy of the elevator, Amelie turned to Lando with a mischievous smile. —I’m guessing this isn’t just a casual stop. What’s going on, Lan?—

Lando smirked, his hand sliding down her back to rest on her waist. —You’ll see in a minute, Ames.—

The elevator door opened with a soft chime, and Amelie stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as they walked down the plush hallway.

When they reached the door to their suite, Lando swiped the card and led her inside, making sure she couldn’t peek.

Amelie gasped when she stepped into the room, her eyes widening in surprise. The room was decorated with elegant touches—rose petals scattered across the floor, candles flickering softly on the bedside tables, and a bouquet of red roses sitting in a vase on the coffee table. The soft glow of the lights made everything feel intimate, like it was just for the two of them.

Lando stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he watched her take it all in. —Surprise, baby.—

Amelie turned to face him, her eyes searching his face. —You did all this? For me?—

Lando’s grin was slow, his eyes filled with affection. —Of course, Ames. You deserve this. You deserve everything.—

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he had a romantic side, but this was next level. She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. —Lan, this is... this is so much.—

He shrugged, his fingers brushing through her hair as he stepped closer. —You’re worth it. I wanted tonight to be special.—

Amelie chuckled softly, her gaze flickering to the bed, where another surprise awaited. A tray of chocolates, champagne, and two flutes rested on the bedspread, next to a handwritten note that simply read: For the most beautiful woman in the world.

—You really went all out, huh?— she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lando chuckled, stepping closer so he could hold her face in his hands. —You have no idea, baby.—

Her hands cupped his face in return, and for a moment, all the noise in the world faded. It was just the two of them, lost in their own bubble of affection and love. —You’re unbelievable, Lan. Honestly.—

He kissed her then, slow and soft, his lips lingering on hers as he pulled her in closer. Amelie could feel the heat between them, the chemistry they had always shared, intensifying with every second.

When they pulled apart, Lando’s voice was a husky whisper. —I know what I want tonight, Ames. You. All night long.—

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she pressed herself against him. —I’m not saying no to that.—

—Good,— Lando replied, his hands roaming down to her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. —Because I’m not letting you out of this room for the rest of the night.—

Amelie’s laugh was soft but full of meaning as she looked up at him. —You really want me that badly, huh?—

—You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Ames,— Lando murmured, kissing the side of her neck. —Don’t you know that?—

She shivered slightly, the warmth of his breath sending a thrill through her body. —I do now.—

They didn’t need to say much more. With one more passionate kiss, their hands were all over each other, the clothes soon discarded in a rush of heat. Lando’s lips left a trail of fire down Amelie’s neck, and she arched into him, unable to get enough of him. She had never felt so wanted, so completely adored, and in that moment, she knew nothing could come between them.

Tonight was just for them, their connection deeper than ever, and Lando wasn’t going to let go. Not now, not ever.

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Pit Stop Staring

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♡ pairing - lando norris x mechanic!fem!reader

♡ summary - lando notices you during a pit stop, gets distracted and stares at you, and embarrasses himself on the radio being aired as he gushes over you, but with a little push from Zak, he makes his move on you!

♡ warnings - fluff, BLUSHY and nervous lando, love at first sight, a pinch of jealousy, Zak's a wing man, lando being cute and STUTTERINGGG hehehe

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Today was your first day working as a mechanic during an actual race, and you couldn't be more excited. You'd just finished your months of training and you felt pretty confident in yourself, so you weren't too nervous.

The McLaren team was more than welcoming when you first started, although some were a little apprehensive to have a girl working with the heavy tires, you proved them completely wrong and quickly gained their admiration, making friends with some as well.

As for the two papaya drivers, you had only briefly met Oscar about a month ago while leaving a meeting. He told you he was happy to be working with you soon, and he thought you will do amazing. You spoke shortly before he was being called off by someone, but he said goodbye and wished you best of luck.

The other driver, Lando, you had unfortunately not met yet. You heard quite a lot about him, and people said he was kind with a great sense of humor, so you crossed your fingers and wished you were able to catch him and introduce yourself. You also had seen some edits of him on your feed, not that you would tell anyone that, but you couldn't deny that he was quite a looker.

Back to today, though, you were waiting to see the bright papaya cars pull into the pit stop for their tire exchanges. After some laps, the first one to pull up was Oscar, and you and the others quickly got to work with a successful change in just about 2 seconds.

You beamed as he drove away and got a high five from your mechanic friend, Tommy, and he grinned at you, "That was great! And your first time too! You'll be putting me out of my job soon," he laughs.

You shake your head and poke his side, walking back to the garage, "Don't be silly! I did learn from the best," you say and give him a dramatic wink.

"Ha. Ha. You flatter me," he pats your head. You just push his arm away and turn your head to look at the race stats.

Oscar is in a good fourth place currently, and Lando in second, four seconds behind Max. You watch the race for about three more minutes before you hear that Lando was told to box next lap, so you and the mechanics rush out to the pit once again and prepare your gear.

A few moments pass before you can spot Lando's bright helmet in his car coming closer. He finally arrives and pulls up into his spot, while doing so, he glances around and his eyes land on you.

His mouth drops open slightly and he whispers a little, "Wow." Everyone does his tire change just as fast as Oscars, but Lando was still staring at you, who he thinks might be an angel sent down from above just for him.

Wow, he thinks to himself again, you have to be the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. He doesn't even realize that everyone has cleared the way for him to exit the stop until he sees you tilt your head and he hears his race engineer's voice, "Lando! GO! What are you doing, mate?!"

That snaps Lando back to reality, and he quickly drives away, now in last place due to how long he was there. He feels his neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. There's no way he would have a chance with you after that.

"I-I'm so sorry, she was s-so beautiful, and she looks like an a-angel, I-I got distracted," he stutters quietly to Will, his race engineer.

"Oh my- Lando this is being aired, you can't say stuff like that, mate!" Will sighs but he can't help but laugh a little bit. However Lando does the opposite now, he chews his lip like he's about to cry of humility, since now he knows you just heard him say that and you were the only girl there, so you know he had to be talking about you.

Back to where you were, you laughed at the radio message, curious to who he was stuttering over. Tommy's eyes bulge as he hears it, head whipping toward you.

You look at him and furrow your eyebrows, "What?"

He just blinds at you before yelling, "Lando Norris said you're beautiful! And look like an angel!"

"What? No he didn't?"

"Are you- who else would he be talking about?!" Tommy puts his hands on your shoulder and gently shakes you.

"Uhh," you laugh and glance at the other mechanics who are smirking and you and raising their eyebrows up and down. "I don't know, there are some women team members right over there," you point to the side.

Tommy just drops his head down and shakes it, "No. He was talking about you!"

"But.. I'm.. well, me? Just an average new mechanic," you look down at your uniform, "in some very unflattering working clothes."

Tommy just steps back and crosses his arms, "First off, don't ever say you're 'just you', because you're my best friend here," he whispers, so the others won't hear him, and you giggle. "Second, the clothes may be a little unflattering but you're still a very pretty girl," he smiles at you.

"Awhhhhh, Tommy! Who knew you were such a sap!" You hug the boy in thanks and he reciprocates it as you walk to the garage once again.

"So are you going to ask him out later?"

You almost choke on your breath, "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy?"

He rolls his eyes, "Come on, he was just stuttering. Lando Norris was stuttering over you, if that isn't love at first sight then I don't know what is," he shrugs.

"Tommy!" You slap his arm, "We are done with this conversation."

"But-"

"End of discussion!" You huff, turning on your heels and walk away. Leaving your friend to rub his face in defeat.

When the race ended with Lando placed seventh due to the mishap from before, he hopped out of the car and rushed over to Zak.

Zak pulls the boy in for a hug and ruffles his hair, which was quite the opposite reaction Lando had thought he would see, since he cost the team points.

Once he lets go of Lando, the only thing he gets out of his mouth is, "Who was that?"

Zak lets out a laugh and tries to keep in a grin, "Who? Her?" he nods over to you, standing while chatting with Tommy again. Lando frowns as he watches you two.

"Are they dating?" he asks the older man.

"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, "yes," he nods. Of course he's only kidding, trying the get a rise out of the British boy.

"What?" Lando's head snaps to the man, looking utterly devastated. Zak starts laughing loudly, looking at him, and thinks this is what the human version of a kicked puppy would look like.

"I'm only joking, buddy, why don't you go and ask her?" Zak pats Lando's shoulder.

"U-uh I don't know...."

"Oh, come on! You're Lando Norris!"

The boy sighs and looks at you longingly. That was until you glanced over at him and he quickly turned back to Zak, his face now turning red again at being caught. "What about no work relationships?"

Zak sighs and shakes his head, "Listen, I'll talk to people about it and I'll make it work, okay?" He smiles and Lando lets his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Now, go get your girl!" He turns his shoulders and pushes him forward a little bit.

Lando blinks fast and his heart races as he nervously makes his way over to you two.

You don't notice but Tommy does and bites back a teasing comment. "Lando Norris! The legendary man himself!"

You look to your right and see the boy bouncing slightly on his feet, twisting his hands and he looks back and forth between you both. "H-hi," he whispers to you, his ears turning red at your kind gaze.

"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you," you smile at him.

Tommy nods, "Yeah, and nice radio message today, man, real smooth," he chuckles.

Unbeknownst to you, Lando now wishes the floor would swallow him whole. "Uh, y-yeah, thanks?"

Tommy just laughs, "Oh! I think someone is calling me, gotta go!"

You watch him walk away, and Lando glares at him. "Did you hear someone calling him?" you ask.

"No, but, um, I-I'm sorry for today, a-and I didn't-"

You quickly shake your head and smile, "No! Don't apologize, really! I'm honored!" You put your hand on his arm, causing him to tense. You quickly remove it and apologize, "I'm so sorry! I should have asked-"

"N-No!" Lando says, and Zak drops his head into his hands as he watches the scene from afar. "You can touch me anytime! I-I mean- bloody hell- n-not like that! I mean you can if you wa-" he slaps a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass himself and more.

You just blush as you watch the boy, you find it endearing, to be honest, you've never had someone act like this with you before. "Lando! Please, don't worry, I think your rambling is cute, and... you yourself are cute too," you put your hands behind your back.

"Me? Really? You think I'm c-cute?" He lets out a nervous laugh in disbelief.

"Is that so hard to believe?" You frown.

"I... guess not.. but you're.. you! W-way out of my league..." he trails off.

"You have to be joking!"

He just looks down at his feet and smiles, his body slowly untensing as he feels a little less nervous. It's not that he's stuttering and blushing because he's scared of you, he's just never met someone so... perfect.

He slowly raises his eyes back up to look at you, "Well... then would you m-maybe want to... get dinner with me later?"

Your smile widens at the hopeful look in his eyes, you pinch your arm once, just to be sure this is really happening and not a dream. "Of course! Oh, I'd love to, would you like my number to send me the details?" you ask him.

He nods and pats his pocket for his phone, "Oh! I left my phone in my driver's room... but if you have yours, I'll give you mine?"

"Sure," you nod and hand him your phone, watching as he creates a contact for himself. "Well, I do have to go back, I promised my friends to hang out for a bit after the race but I'll see you later," you tell him.

He smiles at you, "Alright, see you!"

You turn around, walking to your friends who were giggling to themselves, watching the whole thing.

Lando is left in his spot, practically lovestruck, "What a woman," he whispers to himself dreamily.

He jumps with a yelp when he feels a hand on his shoulder, "Well done, kid! You got yourself a date!"

Lando turns to look at a way too excited Zak Brown, "Yeah... I suppose I did."

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A Package Deal

In which Lando befriends a single mom without even realizing it.

Warnings: single mom. talk of parental death (no death featured on page), lando being a judgey jerk at first, kinda? Pairing: Lando Norris x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.4k words

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The fairy lights that stretched back and forth across the ceiling of the McLaren Technology Center sparkle down at you, a soft glow illuminating the spacious front lobby. Half a dozen 12 foot Christmas trees dot the cavernous room and tables decorated with rich red, green, and silver accents create intimate seating areas throughout. The only things indicating that the offices were home to McLaren's Formula 1 team were the seven or so F1 cars from past and present, all put on display for tonight's party.

The events team had certainly outdone themselves this year, that was for sure. If there was anything the McLaren events team went hard for every single time, it was the MTC's annual family holiday party. This year though, the entire team had extra reason to celebrate: earlier in the month, the team had brought home the Constructor's Championship for the first time in years.

"Momma, where's Aunt Sarah?" Your six year old daughter Stella asks softly, her little hand tucked securely in yours as she looks around, eyes wide in awe at all the decorations.

"I don't know, munchkin." You reply, grinning down at her. "Do you want to see if we can find her?"

Your best friend Sarah was surely already here as she was one of the heads of the events team. She'd been planning this party for months now, the added pressure from the championship win had nearly driven her mad. A quick text is answered even quicker and you lead Stella towards the massive ballroom that sits on the opposite side of the sleek modern building.

As you walk down the hall, the heels of your stilettos clicking softly, you're surprised to be hit with a wave of nostalgia. You'd been working for McLaren for almost two years now, after Sarah had given the head of product development your resume when you graduated uni with a degree in computer science and data analytics. Marshall, the man who ran the department, had offered you a job as a data analyst on the spot when you came into interview the following week. It had all felt like divine intervention, going from getting pregnant so young and having no other choice but to navigate parenthood alone to finding yourself employed within weeks of graduating. McLaren truly felt like your second home now.

"There's my Stelly Belly!" Sarah cries when she sees Stella and you walking towards her. Without a second thought, your daughter drops your hand and flings herself into the waiting arms of your best friend, one of the few adults the little girl trusts enough to open up to.

"Don't you look pretty tonight?" Sarah coos, nuzzling her head into Stella neck, eliciting a squeal and a cascade of giggles from your little girl. "And your mama looks stunning too!"

Rolling your eyes, you smooth down the front of the red satin dress you'd bought last week. "Are you sure it's not too much?"

Your brows knit together in uncertainty. Ever since having Stella at 19, your life had revolved around the little girl. Everything you did and every choice you made was made because of her and with her best interest in mind. Going to university when she was a newborn had been for her benefit and the time spent away from her while you studied and attended classes were paying off now with your secure job and hefty paycheck. But you weren't used to calling attention to yourself, totally content with working behind a computer screen in your quiet office tucked in the back of the MTC. You came to work, socialized very little, and went home to your daughter. This kind of event was very much out of your comfort zone.

"Stop that." Sarah scolds as she sets Stella down. "You look so good you're going have the mechanics breaking their necks all night long."

"Okay, that's enough." You huff.

"Momma, Sarah says there's holiday crafts over there!" Stella points vaguely towards the other side of the room. "Can we go? Please?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Let's go."

"I'll take her!" Sarah volunteers, capturing Stella's little hand in hers before giving you a look. "Go get a drink or something. Have some fun. Stelly Belly and I will go make all the crafts!"

You watch after your best friend and the other half of your heart as they scamper away, Stella's red velvet dress fluttering behind her. Somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach, a painful clenching feeling takes root. For the past six years, your entire universe has revolved around that little blonde headed girl. Even now, though you spent more time apart from Stella than you cared for because of school for her and work for you, whenever she was out of sight it felt like a bit of you was missing.

Once you see her settle at the table right next to Sarah and begin coloring something in front of her, you turn away and wander towards the open bar. If there was one thing McLaren did right at these kinds of parties, it was provide top tier food and drinks for the employees.

You order a glass of what smells like the most heavenly mulled wine you've ever encountered and find a spot away from the crowd, leaning against a pillar in the shadows of the room. You weren't used to being around so many people and while you were glad Stella seemed to be enjoying herself, you could feel your social battery already draining.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee." A smooth voice interrupts your anxious thoughts.

You blush into your glass of wine, knowing who it was sneaking up behind you before you even turned around. "I'm telling Oscar you said that."

Lando slips in beside you, caramel colored cashmere jumper brushing against your bare arm. "You wouldn't dare." He says, bumping your shoulder gently. You can hear the smile in his voice without even looking.

When you say you don't socialize much at work, there is always going to be one exception to that rule: Lando Norris. He had wandered into your office one day about six months ago looking for the legal department of all places. Lando had sheepishly admitted he may have accidentally signed a contract to be the spokesman for a bank in Singapore while drunk on holiday and needed to see what how mad everyone was going to be. You then had to admit you were, in fact, just a software engineer and not a solicitor and he was not, in fact, anywhere near the legal department.

An unlikely friendship had been born that day though because instead of turning around and scampering away out of sheer embarrassment, Lando had plopped himself down in the chair opposite your desk and spent nearly an hour and a half peppering you with questions about your job.

Lando liked those moments he got to slip away during his busy days at the MTC to see you. It seemed like lately, he would find himself carving out time during his day to make a special visit to your office no matter what else he had scheduled that day. He liked the way you talked to him like he was a normal person and how easily you laughed at his jokes. You never made him feel stupid or inferior for asking questions about whatever project you were working on that day and you never asked him about racing. Not once. You were also the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and he was embarrassingly addicted to making you smile.

"You look stunning tonight." Lando says in a hushed voice. "Red is your color."

Although he's next to you still, Lando manages to steal little looks at you out of the corner of his eye. The red dress you've got on tonight should be illegal and it's showing off every dip and curve of your body. You pride yourself on how well you dress at the office but tended to stick with neutral colors and classic, conservative shapes that weren't jarring and allowed you to fade into the noise of a busy office a bit. The red was totally out of character for you and Lando found himself wanting to buy you an entire closet full of colorful dresses.

Your cheeks go crimson and you're thankful for the dim lights that hide it. "Thank you."

The other thing you're not used to is attention from men. Like your social life, any semblance of a dating life had been put on the back burner when you became a single mom. You didn't much miss it, if you were bing quite honest. Spending time with Stella was better than wasting a night on a man that would only end up disappointing you.

So when someone like Lando complimented you on the dress you wore you don't quite know how to react.

"Momma! Momma, look what Auntie Sarah and I made!" Stella interrupts anything that's about to come out of Lando's mouth when she runs up brandishing what looks to be a fairy wand tied with dozens of glittery ribbons.

You crouch down, not missing the way Lando stiffens beside you, and take the plastic wand out of Stella's hand. "Is this a magic wand?" You ask, voice breathy with awe.

"Yeah! Aunt Sarah helped tie the ribbons on after I picked them. They're all glittery and match Elsa's ice queen dress."

You smile, Elsa had always been Stella's favorite Disney princess. "That is so special, Stelly Belly."

A few feet away, Sarah takes in how close you and Lando were before Stella interrupted and smirks. "Come on, Stella. I think I saw a cookie decorating contest starting over by the wands!"

You stand, eyeing your best friend. "I can take her, Sarah. I'm sure you want to mingle."

"Nope! Stay. Talk. Be merry!" Sarah's eyes bounce between you and Lando and your cheeks heat at the implication.

Beside you, Lando rubs at his jaw trying to process the information he's just learned. Momma? This girl, cute as a button, was calling you mom? He rifles through his memory, trying to think of any time you'd ever mentioned being a mom and he can't come up with a single thing. And he's pretty sure he remembers everything you've ever said to him.

"You have a daughter." Lando says it more as a statement than a question and you wince.

This was always the part where you tended to lose people. Being as young as you were, you were used to people being put off by the fact that you had a daughter. A lot of people your age weren't ready for kids yet and had a hard time figuring you out because you had such radically different priorities. Neither set of priorities was better than the other, just different.

"I do. Her name is Stella." You respond, leaning against the pillar once again. The cool marble sends shivers down your back as you prepare to lose someone who had made more of an impact on you than you realized.

"You never said anything about her." He observes, his tone unreadable.

"You never asked." You shrug, trying not to get defensive. "Her pictures are all over my office, Lan. I've never hid the fact that I have Stella."

Lando thinks back, recalling the office he's spent so much time in lately. You're right, of course. There are bits of Stella all over the place in the drawings on your desk to the school picture that sits near the spider plant close to the window. But somehow Lando had never noticed anything else other than you.

He rubs at the back of his neck, "I guess I just assumed she was your niece or something."

"Nope. She's all mine."

"And her dad?" The moment the question slips from Lando's mouth, he regrets it. His eyes shutter closed but not before he catches a glimpse of the way you flinch.

He hates himself for thinking he deserves to be privy to this information. For being so bold as to ask for the sordid details of your life when all you are to each other is a casual work flirtation. He hates himself for implying that you'd ever flirt with him when there was someone else in the picture. Or worse, that you now have to relive a painful story behind why there wasn't.

"You don't have to answer that." God, he was so good at speaking before thinking, wasn't he? It had gotten him into so much hot water with the press this year during the championship run and here he was again, putting his foot in his mouth like an idiot.

"It's fine." You sigh, knowing that anyone who wants to be in your life is going to have to hear the story at some point. You just hadn't anticipated it happening with Lando, having been perfectly content with the safety of your innocent work flirtation.

"I had Stella when I was 19, her dad was killed in a car accident when she was eight months old. She turned six in September.”

The silence that stretches between you is heavy, clashing with the light and festive mood that swirls around you.

"Christ. I'm sorry, love."

You hate how painful that tugging sensation on your heart is when Lando calls you 'love'.

Shrugging, you hope you feign nonchalance well enough to fool him. You know it doesn’t.

“Listen, I should go check on Sarah and Stella, make sure Stella doesn't sweet talk Sarah into a puppy or something. Those two together is how I ended up with a kitten last year."

The brightness in your voice is all for show but Lando sees right through it.

You're gone before he can get a word in though.

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"Come on, sweet girl, let's find your Papa a Christmas present so we can get out of this mad house."

You tug at Stella's hand, who was currently practically drooling over a display of sparkly gold and diamond jewelry in Harrods jewelry department. Around you, crowds swirl and people jostle each other as they all hustle to pick out their precious gifts before Santa's big night. Why you had chosen to come into London the weekend before Christmas was a mystery, but you were fully convinced that you had lost it when you had agreed to come to Harrods at Stella's request.

"But this necklace is so pretty, Momma!" Stella whines, eyes dragging over the diamond necklace on display in front of her.

"Yes, I know but I don't think your grandpa wants a diamond necklace for Christmas. Let's go up to the fifth floor where the kitchen gadgets are! You know how much he loves to cook!"

Stella rolls her eyes, which you choose to ignore. For all of her attitude today, Stella wasn't usually an ornery child. She was very well behaved and quite reserved so you gave her extra grace when it was crowded and loud like this. You knew she got overstimulated easily, just like you did.

"Fine." She sighs, casting one last longing look at the display. "Maybe Santa will bring me the necklace." She mutters and you have to tamp down a laugh.

You take Stella's hand in yours, despite her giving you another look of contempt. She was much too big of a girl to be holding her mother's hand, thank you very much. You ignored the glare and squeezed at your daughter's hand, knowing that she's not really angry at you.

Up on the fifth floor, the homewares section is significantly quieter than where you just were. Stella spots a display of colorful Kitchen Aid mixers that she scampers over to while you wander over to the espresso machines while reminding her to stick close. Out of the corner of your eye, you keep watch over her while debating the merits of different coffee machines.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee out in the wild." A velvety smooth voice sends familiar shivers down your spine.

"Favorite? You've been avoiding me since the holiday party." You quip without taking your eyes off the silver machine in front of you, knowing exactly who it is beside you without even looking.

Ever since the holiday party nearly two weeks ago, you hand't seen Lando at all despite knowing that he was at the MTC at least a few days. You hated that you knew that most of that time he had been out of the country, skiing in France then golfing in Spain. You also hated that you kept track of the amount of times you had known he was in Woking at the MTC and hadn't even bothered to stop in and say 'hi' to you.

Lando's hand rubs at the back of his neck. "I know. I'm sorry." His voice is low, tinged with guilt.

"Listen, it's fine." You turn to face him for the first time and your traitorous heart thuds a little harder in your chest. That mullet you teased him about so much at first had really grown on you and boy did it look good today.

"It's not like we're friends, Lando." You don't work as hard as you probably should to keep the frustration out of your voice. "You don't owe me anything and it's the off season for you. I shouldn't have said anything."

Lando frowns at you, confusion knitting his brow together. "We...we aren’t friends?" The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, tugging painfully at something in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes shutter close at the look on his face. Lando might play the lovable goofball for the public and in the press but you knew better. You knew that he was a pretty big softie at heart and you immediately regretted your words, knowing that they would have struck him deep.

"What was I supposed to think, Lan? You seemed pretty put off when you found out about Stella and then you just..." You pause, unsure of where this anger was coming from. You hadn't really realized how hurt you had bene by his sudden ghosting until this very moment. "You just sort of disappeared. It's fine. I'm totally used to it."

The vulnerability in your voice makes Lando's heart clench painfully. He had been spooked initially about you having a daughter and he knew his reaction probably left a lot to be desired. He just had been so blindsided by the appearance of your little girl that night that he hadn't handled it well. Lando had been unwilling to admit before that night during the holiday party that he had been becoming more and more attached to you and he didn't know where Stella fell into place between you and him. It scared him, adding an entirely new layer to the budding friendship that you two had struck up. A friendship that he had been wanting to see if it could have progressed into more but now...now he didn't know.

"Momma, can we get Papa a mixer so he can make me more cakes next year?" Stella's small voice interrupts that awkward silence that had fallen between you and Lando.

You can't help the chuckle that leaves your lips despite yourself. "Stella, I don't think that's a very good reason to gift someone something."

"I don't know, sounds like solid reasoning to me." Lando chimes in, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks down at Stella. "Hi, I'm Lando." He crouches down so he's eye level with your daughter.

"That's a funny name." Stella regards Lando with a suspicious look. Stella is a quiet little mouse of a child most of the time and doesn't easily trust adults. There are very few people she's comfortable which is why her comment catches you off guard.

"Stella!" You scold, face going crimson at the lack of filter on her.

To your relief, Lando just chuckles. "I guess you're right, it is kind of a funny name. But I think Stella is a funny name too."

Stella' narrows her eyes but then she seems to realize he's just teasing her and she smiles. "I like you." She declares simply, as if deciding to be Lando's friend is the easiest thing in the world.

A fact that you already know is true.

"I'm hungry. Can we go get dinner now?" Stella turns back to you now and you startle a bit when you realize what time it is.

"Let me take you two to dinner. There's a place down the street that has some of the best chicken nuggets in all of England." Lando's offer throws you off for a moment you're so surprised. "As an apology for making you question our friendship."

Stella gasps as if that is the most exciting suggestion she's ever heard in her life. Your stomach does a quick swoop at spending more time with the driver outside of the office. You are a bit hesitant, pride still stinging from when he ignored you after the holiday party, but Stella looks so excited you find yourself nodding.

Twenty minutes and one espresso machine later, you have the giant package shipped off to your house before walking towards a cozy pub that Lando suggests. It's strange to you, walking down the crowded streets with Stella tucked between you and Lando, listening to her prattle away. Once in a while, Lando shoots you a look over the top of your daughter's head that is all amusement and happiness.

Meanwhile, you're reduced to silence, listening in awe to Stella's babbling. She has always been a reserved little girl, following in her mother's footsteps of being an introvert. She doesn't open up to just anyone and even when she does find an adult she likes, it takes her quite a bit of time to talk to them the way she's talking to Lando as he navigates the three of you towards your destination.

Around you, people bustle up and down the sidewalk, the streets of London an absolute hive of activity and it's a bit overwhelming. You're momentarily worried about Stella, knowing she doesn't do very good in crowds just like you but then something catches your eye that has your heart leaping into your throat. Captured in Lando's large hand is Stella's tiny one, a silent gesture of affection from your six-year-old. The way your chest squeezes at the sight has tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Lando catches the look on your face, full of awe and something else he can't quite place, and when your gaze snags on his moments later he gives you a dazzling smile. When Stella had reached out to take Lando's hand a few blocks ago, he had panicked a bit. He wasn't too experienced with kids, his niece’s being much younger than Stella, but he felt something deep in his chest that told him when the little girl beside him reached for his hand, it was a sincere sign of trust from her.

"Here we are." Lando says once you're safely across the road. "I hope you're ready for the best chicken nuggets in all of London."

Dinner is a loud affair, Stella peppering questions left and right to Lando and Lando expertly fielding them. He even gets some questions in edgewise and has both you and Stella laughing the entire meal. It's the most relaxed Lando's seen you the entire time he's known you. Despite his initial reservations at spending time with someone who has a child, he finds himself not wanting the evening to end. He's never been so thankful for last minute gift requests in his entire life.

Your bellies are full when you spill out onto the sidewalk, the chilly London air biting at your cheeks. It was going to be a cold train ride home. You reach into your tote bag to pull out a scarf and hat, tugging both on Stella despite her yowls of displeasure.

"Stella." You sigh, finally getting her to leave her hat on her head after a tense few moments as Lando watched on, smile sitting at the edge of his lips. "Come on, it's cold tonight and you know the train isn't much better."

"Train?" Lando asks, frown appearing on his face.

"We took the train into the city today. Someone wanted an adventure." You look pointedly at your daughter, who just shrugs, totally unfazed by the chilly evening air.

"That's like, a forty-five minute trip! On the train? At night? Alone?"

Something twists in Lando's stomach at the thought of you and Stella all alone on the train at night. He knows the trains are, objectively, safe and you'd probably be fine but it just doesn't sit right with him knowing that he'd have to leave both of you at a train station unable to be with you in case something happened.

"I know." You breathe, knowing that the moment Stella sits down on the train she's going to be out like a light and you're going to have a very grumpy six-year-old on your hands on the other end of the line. "I don't have a choice, I'm not ordering an Uber home. It'll be fine, Lando. We do this all the time."

The thought of you navigating the crowded train alone with the tiny wisp of a girl that tucked her hand back into his as soon as she got close enough to him hurts a surprising amount. It's a jarring feeling, one that he's totally unprepared for. His memory darts back to the night he found out you had a daughter. He thought for sure the budding chemistry between you would fizzle out. He had thought that he wasn't interested in getting involved with someone who had a child because it complicated things to a degree he wasn't sure he was ready for. He still struggled with looking after himself successfully sometimes. Dating someone with a child? Up until this very moment, Lando thought that was completely off the table.

"You're not taking the train home. I'll drive you." Lando's voice has an edge of finality in it that tells you this is going to be a fight, one that you're not sure you're prepared to fight.

You blink up at him, unable to form a response for several moments. Beside you, Stella cheers. "Yes! No boring train!"

"Woah, slow down." You warn, shaking your head. "Lando, I appreciate the offer but we can't." Stella looks absolutely crestfallen next to you as she yanks her hand out of Lando's grasp and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Why not?" Lando's frown mirrors Stella's and you nearly laugh.

Beside the fact that he couldn't stand the thought of you on the train by yourself with Stella this late at night, Lando didn't really want the night to end. He had sat across from you at dinner and there were several moments while Stella chattered on that he caught your gaze and you had given him the most prettiest smile he'd ever seen.

"Well, for one, Stella needs a booster seat to ride in a car and I don't think those come standard in Ferrari's or McLaren's."

"For the record, I drove my Range Rover into the city." Lando retorts before glancing around the crowded city street. "Look! There's a Mamas & Papas across the street! That's where my brother got my niece’s carseat a few months ago. I'm sure they sell booster seats too."

You can't help but stare at Lando, a bit dumbfounded. When you had started getting to know the driver months ago, you had what you had thought was a pretty accurate idea of who he was off the track: young, sinfully good looking, deeply unserious, and only interested in partying and having a good time. But voluntarily spending an evening with you and your daughter? Offering to buy Stella a booster so he could drive you home? The way Lando surprised you in that moment had you swaying on your feet a bit.

"Can we, Momma? Please! I want to drive home with Lando!"

There are two sets of big puppy dog eyes turned on you and you find yourself tossing your hands up in the air in defeat. "That's not fair! You two can't team up against me!"

Lando looks down at Stella, mischievous grin overtaking his handsome face. "I think we won, Stelly Belly." He shout-whispers, eyes sliding over to you, giving you a wink.

"You two are going to be trouble together, aren't you?" Is the last thing you say before Lando grabs your hand and drags you towards the shop to buy your daughter a booster seat.

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landopoet · 2 months ago

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clandestine.

pairing coworker!lando x intern!reader

warnings implications of sex, dirty talk

synopsis your hot one night stand from the other night turns out to be not only a famous racer, but also your coworker.

author’s note heavily inspired by the dynamic MerDer have in grey’s anatomy… some conversations were recycled from the show. also! special thanks to @clovermoters for being my proofreader and biggest support with all my fics <3 love u. enjoy!

find part two here: taciturnity

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“Hey, psst, wake up.”

It’s already bright and sunny outside, the curtains doing absolutely nothing from stopping the sunlight from blinding you. The curly-haired, absolute beauty of a man sleeping soundly next to you, however, seems to not be bothered by it at all.

He only opens his eyes when you rip the covers off of him and get out of bed, panicking to collect your clothes from your own bedroom floor. “C’mon, you have to go.”

“Huh, why?” He turns over to lay on his back, not at all bothered by his goodies being on full display. Not that you didn’t get an eye-ful of them last night, anyway.

You stand up straight and give him an annoyed grumble. “I’ve my first day of work today and I’ll be damned if I let a man be the reason I’m late for it.”

He leans up on his elbows, watching with half-lidded eyes as you bend down to pick up your shirt. “Let’s not forget that this man was making you scream last night.”

“Whatever.” You grumble again. “Just go.”

The stranger shrugs and gets up, immediately finding his clothes and tugging on his boxers. “What’s the new job?”

“Photography intern.” A hiss leaves your lips as you brush your fingers through your hair, no time to actually find a hairbrush. Maybe a claw clip could do the job for today. “Paid, before you ask.”

“I wasn’t going to.” The sound of a belt being buckled draws your attention back to him. Your eyes drift upwards, following his happy trail up to his abdomen. The man, proud and egotistical, watches as you ogle.

“I never caught your name,” you finally peel your eyes away from his chest and look at his green eyes.

He bites back a smirk and extends a hand towards you. “Lando.”

Lando’s big hand embraces yours, sending a shiver down your spine that you were far too familiar with for the past eighteen hours. “Y/n.”

He watches as you tightly clutch the sheets to your chest, hiding yourself from him, as if he hadn’t explored every inch of your body just a few hours prior. “Last night was-“

“You should go.” You reiterate, a little rude but it gets Lando that much more interested in how quickly your mood changes. “Please.”

Lando gives you a tight-lipped nod before gathering the last of his stuff, keys to a McLaren jingling in his palm as he waves to you by the door. “I’ll see you around.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

With just a few minutes to spare, you enter the meeting room and you’re met with six other people, all dressed in bright orange shirts with black details. “Morning,” you smile and take a seat at the large table.

Your supervisor, a woman with narrow and threatening eyes, watches you for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the board. She explains what you’ll be doing at McLaren and what your main concerns should be. Easy.

That is until you’re following an employee around with your camera tightly clutched in hand and you see him. He’s standing by the elevator, looking down at his phone and you’re panicking. You turn on your heel and walk the other way, but the employee you’ve been shadowing calls out for you.

“Y/n, where the hell are you going?”

Lando’s head shoots up at the mention of your name and he watches as your eyes flicker between the other person and him. He gives you a small smile and shakes his head. “Incredible,” he mumbles to himself.

You turn back around, bottom lip between your teeth and you clutch your camera closer to your chest. “Uh, I was, uhm… Bathroom.”

“You just went.” Lexi, the brown-haired employee, cocks her head to the side, evidently confused. You sigh, realising that there was no way to avoid Lando and that you’d have to speak to him eventually anyway.

“Right, sorry.” You nod and make your way back to her. And, unluckily for you, she’s already standing next to Lando, making small talk. You notice her tucking her hair behind her ear, a sign of her being very into Lando, and you roll your eyes.

She turns to you, “this is my intern.”

You awkwardly raise a hand and give him one wave, a less-than-pleased smile on your face. “Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard great things.”

“As have I,” Lando smiles at you with amusement stitched into every crevice of his face. Lexi gives you both a weird look before her phone rings and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ve got to go, Y/N, go upstairs and take a left to office 203. I need you to upload the pictures from your camera to the hard drive on the table,” you nod at her instructions and watch as her whole demeanor changes when she turns to Lando. “I’ll see you around, bye, Lan.”

The man next to you gives her a wink and she lets out a noise that sounds something like a mix between a giggle and a gasp. An eye-roll seems to be your go-to expression whenever you’re near Lando.

The two of you watch as she runs off with her phone in hand, something clearly more important taking her away from her responsibilities. The elevator dings and Lando gestures for you to go first. Once you step in, you’re trying your best to look everywhere but at him, despite your body practically gravitating towards the man.

He’s the first to break the silence. “You could’ve told me you were interning at McLaren.”

“You could’ve told me you worked at McLaren.” You bite your lip to hide how uncomfortable you are.

“The car wasn’t enough of a hint?” Lando turns to you as a small laugh leaves his lips. Fuck, his lips. You haven’t been able to get him out of your head and thoughts of kissing him have been clouding your mind all day. It’s infuriating how much of an effect he has on you without even doing anything. “When do you get off? I’d like to grab a bite after work, if you’re interested.”

You sigh and rub your eyes. “Do you fuck every young woman you work with?”

Your eyes finally find his and you watch as he frowns, confused. “Excuse me?”

“Lexi. Have you slept with her, too?” You knit your arms together and wonder when the hell this elevator stops so you could leave. The lack of air in the confined space made you that much more upset.

His pretty, soft and pink lips pull into a smirk. “Are you implying that I’m some kind of a whore?”

“If the boot fits, wear it.” You hiss and the elevator door dings open. Lando watches as you storm off, the smirk never leaving his face.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The first few days of your internship went by well.

You managed to steer clear of Lando’s path, the only time you ever interacted with him being for pictures and in the company of other staff. Despite being so confident in shutting him down a few days ago, you couldn’t deny feeling… something.

Still, that something was highly unprofessional and had very slim chances of actually working out, considering your schedules.

You’re only interning at McLaren for a few months, hoping to add to your portfolio, before you open up your own photography studio. It’s been a dream of yours since you were little and you’ve already achieved so much, you couldn’t let that dream go even if McLaren offered you a full-time job.

The elevator dings at your floor and you step out, trying to focus up and get on with a new work day. Lexi said you could make yourself comfortable in one of the meeting rooms on the second floor, as there weren’t many offices available at that time.

So, room 304 has become your own little office.

You’ve put up some of your stuff on the large table, like a succulent and some stationary. It’s organised, neat, yet still has a touch of you to it. You’ve found that this office has become a sort of safe haven, guaranteeing you as little contact with Lando as possible.

Except, when you open the door to your office, Lando’s sitting in the chair and spinning in it like a child.

“Oh, fuck.” A gasp escapes your lips as you clutch your chest, feeling the rapid pace of your heart. “What the hell? What are you doing here?”

Lando’s head whips around to look at you and he smiles that same annoying smile that gets your blood rushing. “Oh, hey. Lex told me I’d find you here.”

“Find me here?” You ask as you make your way over to the table and set your bag down. “Are you stalking me, Norris?”

The curly-haired man starts spinning in the chair again, closely examining the cat figurine he plucked right off of your cozy side of the table. “Ah, yes, because I have nothing better to do than to stalk you.”

“I’m starting to believe that’s true.” You roll your eyes, taking a seat at the laptop you’ve just taken out of your bag. “What do you want?”

“You.” He says, absentmindedly, as he’s looking up at the ceiling and you hate that your eyes automatically gravitate to his neck. Lando clears his throat and sits up straight. “The photos you took of me a few days ago. I want to post them to my Instagram and I was wondering if you could send a few over to me.”

Silly of you to think that he’d come bother you because he simply wanted to bother you. Sure, the banter and persistence of the devilishly handsome man annoyed you to your core, but you couldn’t deny that you liked it. There’s something about how wrong this is that feels so right.

Lando watched as you typed away on your laptop. “I assume you have my email already.”

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’ll edit them and send them over.”

“Alright, thanks.” He stands up and makes his way to the door. Before he opens it, he turns back to you and, with a playful smirk, asks, “dinner’s still a no-go?”

“I’m not going to dinner with you, Lando.” You wave him off. “Now leave, please. I've got work to do.”

“See you later, boss.” He hums as the door shuts behind him and you put your head in your hands.

“For both of our sake, I wish you didn’t.” You whisper under your breath before composing yourself and continuing your photo editing.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The elevator dings at the ground floor.

“So,” Lexi says as you both enter the elevator. Lexi is the type of girl who tells it as it is, no bullshit, no sugarcoating, pure honesty. So, when she gives you a look— the look, —you wonder what you’ve done now. “What’s with you and Norris?”

“Wha-“ You choke on air. “Me and- and who? What, sorry?” Lexi has to hide her amusement as you fumble over your words. “I don’t- There’s not… No, nothing.”

The brunette in front of you just shakes her head with a laugh. “Right, so he looks at you like he’s seen you naked for absolutely no reason, then?”

Once again, you can’t seem to get any words out so you just look at her. A blank stare straight into her brown, intimidating eyes.

Lexi crosses her arms over her chest and fully turns to you. “Listen, I know you know I like him. I also know there’s something between you two.” She says in a tone you can’t seem to read. “So, please, tell me everything so I could live vicariously through you.”

“Oh, uh,” you’re surprised. “I thought you’d be more upset.”

“I’m upset that you’re not telling me anything,” she rolls her eyes. “Where’d you meet?”

“Bar,” you answer, instantly. “Last weekend.”

Lexi nods. “What was he wearing?”

“White button-up and black dress pants.”

“Fuck, I bet he looked so good.”

“He did.”

You tell her how he was the one to initiate any sort of contact with you other than eyeing each other from across the bar. You tell her how gentle he was, not only when speaking to you but also when he was casually touching you. Lexi listened intently, smiling along with you as you recalled every detail.

Well, almost every detail. There’s parts of that night you wished to keep between yourself and your bedsheets on late nights.

You can’t deny that you want him. Badly. So badly that you might be hallucinating him every time you’re not looking at Lexi.

“Hey, girls.”

This time, much to your surprise, you weren’t hallucinating. Lando was standing right in front of the open elevator door, looking as irresistible as you remembered.

“Hey,” Lexi looks at you for a second, a cheeky smile on her lips as she makes her way out of the elevator. “Y/N, remember what I asked you to do? Can you bring it down to me later?”

You look at the girl and she gives you a wink Lando couldn’t see. “Uh, yeah. I got it.” Lexi, despite being the scariest person in the whole building when you first met her, has proven herself to be a girls’ girl. She smiles at you two as the doors close, and it’s just you and Lando in a confined space, again.

The curly-haired man turns to you, an annoyingly charming smile playing on his lips. “Not talking to me, are we?”

The way he leaned in as he asked the question drove you crazy— his face was right there, right where you could just turn and… kiss him.

Lando doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before your lips are on his and you’re taking his breath away for the tenth time in the same day. First, it was you wearing your hair down that had him take a second to catch his breath. Next, it was the way you spoke to him and the way you tried to pretend like you didn’t want him at all, yet couldn’t resist smiling when he flirted with you. And now this.

He feels heaven on earth when your fingers find the base of his neck and you play with his hair, getting lost in the curls as his hands find your jaw. He lures you in closer and closer, and he’d mould you two into one being if he could.

You feel his hands travel to your waist and he pulls you in, groaning into your mouth at the memory of you around him.

Just as he’s about to tease his hands up your shirt, the elevator dings.

The two of you, like deer in headlights, pause for a mere millisecond before pulling away and practically launching yourselves to opposite sides of the elevator. You pat down your hair and Lando straightens his shirt, and you don’t speak a word to him as you step out the elevator, making a beeline to your office.

Lando follows closely behind you, amused, intrigued, needy. He needs more of you, a mere kiss in the elevator doing nothing to suffice his fix of you.

You take a seat at your desk, pretending to do work even though all you can think of is locking the door and fulfilling every fantasy in your mind right now. It doesn’t help that he’s stood in the doorway, hands crossed over his chest as he just watches you.

It takes ten minutes before you finish your pretend work and pull the USB out of your laptop. Lando’s eyes are glued to you, like you’re the only person in the world.

When you’re in front of him, waiting for him to move so you could take your fake work to Lexi, he finally breaks the silence. “Is that gonna happen again? ‘Cause if so, I need to bring breath mints.” He nods his head towards you, a small smirk on his lips. “Put a condom in my wallet,” Lando says in a hushed tone, clearly teasing you for what happened back in the elevator.

You roll your eyes and laugh at him. “Move, Norris.”

“Oh, so it’s Norris now.” He moves out your way so you can get out of the room, yet he still trails closely behind you. When you’re at the elevator again, he just watches you get in, eyes narrowed at you in a way only he could look at you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You whisper-yell as you press the ground floor button.

Lando cocks his head to the side. “Like what?”

You sigh and drop your shoulders, “like you’ve seen me naked.”

The last thing you see before the doors close is the rise of Lando’s shoulders and another annoying yet devilishly handsome smirk on his face.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Lando catches you in the elevator the next morning.

He’s as smug as can be and you try your best not to look at him too long. Your hope of surviving this elevator ride dies when he opens his mouth. “So,” he begins. It’s clear that he has nothing to say and that he’s only speaking so he’d talk to you.

“If you have something to say, just say it.” You mumble, a little harsh but you can’t be bothered to put yourself in a good mood. You got called up to a meeting with your supervisor and a few others, Lexi and Lando included, which doesn’t seem too good.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he muses, watching as your face contorts into all sorts of micro expressions. “Do you have something to say?”

“Yes. No.” You look at him and then back to the numbers above the elevator door. “I don’t know.” You pinch the bridge of your nose before turning your head back to him. “You know what? Fine.”

Lando looks at you, like you’ve lost your mind. “Fine?”

You turn to face him with your whole body, arms crossed across your chest and disappointment painting your face. “Fine, I’ll go out to dinner with you.”

He turns to face the door, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Cool.”

“Cool.”

The door opens and you speed off, for the millionth time in the past week. It’s not good for your self-control, and recently declared celibacy, to be near Lando so much. The only reason you’ve decided you’re celibate now is because of that… incident in the elevator. Though you’re sure Lando didn’t mind it at all, but you did.

It was highly inappropriate to be making out with your coworker, at work. Oh, god. What if there’s cameras in the elevator? What if that’s what this meeting is about? You began to worry that you’d be having your first meeting with HR about something you knew would come up.

When you open the meeting room door, Lexi’s already sat next to your supervisor, Eliza. She gave you a small smile and a wave, and you gave her a nervous grimace in return.

Lando, being the annoying coworker that he is, sat next to you. As if you hadn’t already had enough suspicions from Lexi, who didn’t actually seem to mind.

The meeting lasts an hour and Eliza doesn’t get to the reason why you’re there until the very end. “Sorry, why was I called here then? I’m just a photography intern, I don’t think I have anything to do with the race weekend in Italy.”

“Oh, right.” Eliza hummed, pulling out a staff paddock pass for you. “You’re coming with us.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you take the plastic card and lanyard from Eliza’s hands. “Excuse me?” A whole weekend with not only McLaren, but also Lando. Oh, god.

The curly-haired man sitting next to you laughs silently, before leaning in closer to you. “So that’s dinner in Italy, then?”

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clovermoters · 5 months ago

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Die with a smile - ln4

lando gets kicked off his spotify, but he’s happy about it.

warnings - just fluff bc i was bored !!

Lando was sitting in the lounge of the MTC, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He had an early morning meeting with Zac and Andrea, resulting in him having to leave you home asleep in your warm bed.

He had his headphones on, opting to listen to music while he waited. watching the sun start to peak over the horizon, making its way into the sky.

Suddenly his music stopped.

He furrowed his brows checking his phone, thinking he accidentally paused it. He's even more confused to see that the device connected to his spotify account had been changed.

His music was now playing through…. an alexa…

Your alexa.

the alexa back home in your shared apartment.

Suddenly it clicks in his mind.

You were playing music at home, through the alexa while you were getting ready, completely unaware that you’ve interrupted his music.

He chuckled to himself as he watched the songs play through, becoming a spectator on his own spotify that he's been momentarily kicked off while he assumes you get ready for the brunch you mentioned to him the evening prior.

He decides to wait until you’re done with the alexa to play his music again. Not wanting to disturb your morning concert. Images of you dancing around the apartment while rushing your daily routine play through his mind.

He opens a note in his phone, jotting down all the songs you play, wanting to make them into playlists to play for you, specifically in the car.

The next song you play causes him to smile down at his phone like a lovestruck idiot.

“Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga”

He imagines you singing your heart out to what's been your new favorite song recently (he's heard you talk about how good it is for days now, how you're certain it's going to win song of the year at the grammys next year.) He feels (semi) bad for the sweet elderly couple who lives next door to you two. Hoping the sound of your voice at 8am wasn't the worst alarm clock in the world.

In his humble opinion, he’d choose your voice over an alarm clock any day. to him you have the voice of an angel and adored hearing you sing your heart out like you were the next best contestant on The Voice.

When the song ended he waited a minute to make sure another wasn't queued. When no song began to play, he made sure to change the output device back to his headphones, returning back to his series of songs.

opening your messages, he sends you a quick text

morning pretty girl! hope you slept well and enjoy your brunch with the girls, i’ll see you when i get home.. i love you!!

he quickly hit sent and shoves his phone into his pocket perfectly timing Zac’s entrance into the room. standing up he follows Zac into the conference room, putting his headphones back into their respective case. excited to see what songs you choose to listen to tomorrow.

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a/n - lmao i wrote this in like 10 mins but i saw it on tiktok and i was like “awwwh lets make this lando”

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cheriladycl01 · 4 months ago

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Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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lexiegreynorris · 8 months ago

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lando norris x girl bestfriend!reader texts

⭐ you and lando are back to annoying each other again. we do hope it doesn't end lol!

⭐ AN: i decided to post another one! yey! *half jumps* i hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last time. ✨

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maxriss · 17 days ago

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✮⋆˙ FOR THE LOVE OF KINDER MAXIS — LN4

College!Lando Norris x Reader / library

Syn. Lando Norris has been sneaking you some sweet treats begging you please to answer his one question — will you go out with him?

It was the morning of a Tuesday, I had a family law class followed by a penology class for the day before getting a break. It was just one of those days where life seemed to be giving me a break from the constant noise and cha—

“Hey love, miss me?” Lando Norris breezed past me, turning around to leave me with a wink. The crinkling of the plastic in my hand suffocated as my grip tightened over the treat he pushed into my palms.

Kinder Maxi.

From across the hall, Lando watched with barely concealed anticipation. “Would you smile this time? Would you—” I stuffed the Kinder Maxi into my pocket without even looking at the note. He groaned, smacking his forehead against the locker. This is getting ridiculous. My smile remained hidden behind my pursed lips.

It’s been the same since last month really, Lando surprised me with kinder maxis everywhere I could least expect it.

It started with the barrage of kinder maxis falling over from my locker with a note —

“U up for dinner? - LN”

Which I crumpled and pocketed with a small smile. Counting the 4 chocolates and looking around finding Lando a few metres away leaning against the pole looking at me. What a sly chap.

The next kinder maxi was on my laptop which I’d left in the library to go get some water. Attached with a note again —

“U can’t ignore me forever. Say yes? — LN”

I sighed at his antics. Although undeniably enjoying watching him deadpan seeing me simply bagging the chocolate and the note. It was cute.

The third kinder maxi hit home. Lando placed it outside my dorm door having knocked and dashed.

“I swear I’m not a stalker. Just very determined. - LN”

My roommate found it hilarious. I found it cute. Again.

Since then it has been bags of kinder maxis — sometimes he’ll even throw in a kinder egg — for me to find them scattered across the area of my existence. He would sneak them into my tote or have them neatly placed on my designated desk or on the hood of my car or in one of my gym shoes or on my doorstep after having rung the bell and run off or throwing it through my window.

My favourite happened to be when he would get slightly frustrated and come up to me himself, hand stretched out with a lone kinder maxi with the same words he’d write on the note he’d stick to the chocolate — will you go out with me?

It’d always end up with me grabbing the chocolate and taking a bite out of it while smiling at Lando from wherever he peeks — and he always does — at me. Leaving him confused. His nose scrunched up comically leaving me in a fit with chocolate down my throat.

This Tuesday tho, after having pocketed the chocolate and left Lando flabbergasted yet again, I skipped to my lecture as the bell rang. I had a sweet treat up my sleeve today as well. I reached the class spotting a kinder maxi on my desk again. How much money does this guy have, I thought to myself. These things weren’t inexpensive. However, I happily grabbed it ripping the cover off as I read the note.

“For the love of kinder maxis woman. I know you like these chocolates. Might as well like the delivery guy. — LN”

What a cute guy.

The bell rang again finishing the lecture, I was up in no time rushing to penology. The lecture I shared with Lando. Opening the door I found him hunched over his desk in a green hoodie, hands at the back of his head as talked away with Max. His laugh was so cute to my ears that I felt like melting right away. Especially when he says “Uh huh”

Lord I’m definitely not your strongest soldier.

Max saw me and nudged Lando who glanced at me as he sat straighter looking at me with hopeful eyes. I decided to sit right next to him today. Surprised the lad. Before he could say anything the professor came in. The poor guy spent the entire lecture shocked and happy. Restlessly fidgeting staring at me and playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie.

It was like watching a puppy trying not to be excited.

The bell rang soon enough and Lando was quick to turn to me. I placed a kinder maxi in front of him this time. He gawked at the chocolate and then at me. He looked up again — his beautiful eyes searching mine. I looked up at him with my face resting on my palms.

Staring at him freely this time letting the smile I would bite on show. Hoping my eyes would say everything I was dying to show him. I beckoned at the chocolate with my jaw pointing at the pink little note I had stuck to it.

Lando slowly reached for it, still not believing this was happening. Picking the note —

“Fine, you win. But only because my self-control crumbled faster than a Kinder Maxi in my hands. Pick me up at 7, loverboy. — Y/N”

Before Lando could react, I closed the distance between us, kissing his cheek as gently as I could — my hands cupping his jaw. Lando was too flabbergasted to respond. He turned his head towards me. A bashful smile adorned his face.

“The kinder maxis are fucking magic.”

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dreamauri · 15 days ago

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♪ — 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff, crack) fic summary . . . random texts between you and your boyfriend

( my master list | more of lando norris ) ( requests )

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bm571158 · 2 days ago

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Free Now LN4- Masterlist

(My first venture into posting anything on here please be nice 😅)

Struggling with the constant pressure, endless defeats and highs and lows of being a Formula One driver, Lando starts to consider whether it's all really been worth it.

Lottie is facing the harsh reality that her career as a professional rider might be over at the age of 22.

She'd do anything to get the chance to have her career back, and he's contemplating throwing his away. When the two of them meet, perhaps they're both exactly what the other needed?

Part One- “Time Heals” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/767952713301573632/free-now-ln4-part-1

Part Two- “You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/767959591410679808/free-now-ln4-part-2

Part Three- “Honestly?”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768035801234898944/free-now-ln4-part-3

Part Four- “Back To It.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768058077651107840/free-now-ln4-part-4

Part Five- “Never Be The Same Again”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768140923915927552/free-now-ln4-part-5

Part Six- “Life’s Unfair.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768210265781223424/free-now-ln4-part-6

Part Seven- “A Long Day.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768422941286334464/free-now-ln4-part-7

Part Eight- “Here We Go Again.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768551748301455360/free-now-ln4-part-8

Part Nine- “Comfort.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/768789511205453824/free-now-ln4-part-9

Part Ten- “It’s never ending.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/769013811831242752/free-now-ln4-part-10

Part Eleven- “Complications.”https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/769473306957168640/free-now-ln4-part-11

Part Twelve- “Lifeline.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/769594891619762176/free-now-ln4-part-12

Part Thirteen- “Unexpected Heartbreak.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/769944237626277888/free-now-ln4-part-13

Part Fourteen- “It’s always the same.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/770058107245232128/free-now-ln4-part-14

Part Fifteen- “Running to you.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/770215272522104832/free-now-ln4-part-15

Part Sixteen- “Let’s be honest.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775655704139907072/free-now-ln4-part-16

Part Seventeen- “A Welcome Break.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775655773525180416/free-now-ln4-part-17

Part Eighteen- “Missing Pieces.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775655876434509824/free-now-ln4-part-18

Part Nineteen- “A Little Push.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775747965865312256/free-now-ln4-part-19

Part Twenty- “Missed Opportunities.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775748029608280064/free-now-ln4-part-20

Part Twenty One- “We Shouldn’t.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775748105913221120/free-now-ln4-part-21

Part Twenty Two- “Small Steps.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775826611631226880/free-now-ln4-part-22

Part Twenty Three- “Outside Interruptions.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775828046984986624/free-now-ln4-part-23

Part Twenty Four- “Burst The Bubble.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775828125535830016/free-now-ln4-part-24

Part Twenty Five- “Tell Her.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775835566039252992/free-now-ln4-part-25

Part Twenty Six- “Too Much Information.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775835637744041984/free-now-ln4-part-26

Part Twenty Seven- “This Is It.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775835701509062656/free-now-ln4-part-27

Part Twenty Eight- “Don’t Hide.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775835794532335616/free-now-ln4-part-28

Part Twenty Nine-“High Stakes.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775835899031404544/free-now-ln4-part-29

Part Thirty- “No Place Like Home.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775836028527362048/free-now-ln4-part-30

Part Thirty One- “The Perfect Storm.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775928088604344320/free-now-ln4-part-31

Part Thirty Two- “The Last Straw.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775928153173557248/free-now-ln4-part-32

Part Thirty Three- “Get Used To It.” https://www.tumblr.com/bm571158/775928304331014144/free-now-ln4-part-33

Part Thirty Four- “I Love You, I’m Sorry.”

Part Thirty Five- “Every Corner Of This House Is Haunted.”

Part Thirty Six- “Is That Too Much To Ask?”

Part Thirty Seven- “One Way To Find Out.”

Part Thirty Eight- “Doing My Best.”

Part Thirty Nine- “Crash & Burn.”

Part Forty- “I’m the problem, it’s me:”

Part Forty One- “If You Find Yourself Out.”

Part Forty Two- “If There Is A Right Time.”

Part Forty Three- “Chances Are I’ll Be Here.”

Part Forty Four- “We Could Share A Lifeline.”

Part Forty Five- “If You Feel Like Falling:”

Part Forty Six- “Catch Me On The Way Down.”

Part Forty Seven- “Never Been Less Empty.”

Part Forty Eight- “All I Feel Is Free Now.”

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kathlare · 1 day ago

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what's found

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando finds himself in a tense confrontation with Max after the latter discovers a pair of Amelie's underwear during a routine laundry session.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

August 17th, 2021 - London, United Kingdom

Lando's headset buzzed with the faint crackle of his teammates’ voices as he leaned closer to the screen, fingers tapping rapidly against the keyboard. His eyes darted across the map, adrenaline pumping as he tried to clear the room in Tarkov without getting clipped by an unseen enemy.

—On your left, mate!— Tom's voice shot through Lando's headset.

—I see him! I see him!— Lando muttered, leaning forward in his chair, eyes glued to the screen. His heart hammered in his chest as he lined up the shot...

Bang!

The sudden sound of Max slamming something onto the desk beside him nearly made Lando jump out of his chair.

—Fuck! Max! What the hell?!— Lando ripped off his headset, glaring at his best friend, who stood there with arms crossed, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

Lando's gaze flicked to the object Max had dropped—a pair of black lace underwear. A very familiar pair of black lace underwear. His stomach twisted into a knot.

—Care to explain this?— Max's voice was cold, his eyes never leaving Lando's face.

Lando swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as heat crept up his cheeks. —It's... uh... it's not what it looks like.—

Max scoffed. —Oh, so it’s not Amelie’s underwear? 'Cause last time I checked, Luisinha doesn’t live in London. Or wear this size.—

—Max...— Lando started, but Max held up a hand, cutting him off.

—No, don’t fucking start. I found this when I took your laundry out because, surprise, surprise, you forgot. Again.— Max's voice rose, anger and frustration lacing every word. —How long are you planning to keep this shit up? Sneaking around with Amelie while you’re still with Luisinha? It’s fucked up, mate.—

Lando pushed back from his desk, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. His pulse pounded in his ears, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral.

—It’s not like that.—

—Bullshit!— Max snapped, throwing his hands up. —Don’t fucking lie to me, Lando. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way you look at her. And now this?— He jabbed a finger at the lace underwear like it was evidence in a trial. —You need to tell Amelie about Luisinha. Or I swear, I will.—

Lando’s eyes hardened. —Stay out of it, Max.—

—Stay out of it?!— Max barked a laugh, but there was no humor in it. —Mate, I’ve been out of it, but I’m done watching you screw over someone who actually cares about you. And for what? You’ve got a girlfriend!—

—Yeah, well, Amelie isn’t exactly innocent either!— Lando shot back, his voice rising with frustration. —She’s the one who kept saying we’re just friends, like none of it meant anything. Like I didn’t mean anything.—

—Oh, so that makes it okay to cheat now?— Max’s eyes flashed with anger. —Come on, Lando. Don’t try to twist this around. You’re the one sneaking around with her while Luisinha’s out there thinking she’s the only one.—

Lando clenched his jaw, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as if that might ground him. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the faint hum of the game still running on his PC.

—I’m not gonna see her again,— he muttered.

Max's expression shifted from anger to disbelief. —You seriously expect me to believe that?—

—I mean it, Max!— Lando's voice cracked slightly, betraying the uncertainty buried beneath his words. —This... whatever it is... it’s over. It has to be.—

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick, heavy with unsaid truths and the weight of too many mistakes.

Max exhaled slowly, shaking his head. —You’ve said that before.—

—I mean it this time,— Lando insisted, though the words tasted like a lie the second they left his mouth.

Max studied him with a mix of frustration and disappointment. —Look, mate, I’m not trying to be a dick. I get it, you and Amelie... whatever you had, it was messy. But this? Sneaking around behind Luisinha’s back? You’re better than this. Or at least, I thought you were.—

Lando dropped his gaze, unable to meet Max’s eyes.

—I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life,— Max continued, his voice softer now but no less serious. —But if you don’t come clean soon, it’s gonna blow up in your face. And when it does, you’re gonna lose both of them.—

Silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the faint hum of Lando's PC and the distant sound of traffic outside the window.

—Are we done now?— Lando asked quietly, not looking up.

Max stared at him for a long moment, as if searching for the guy he used to know beneath all the messy choices and tangled emotions. Finally, he sighed and stepped back.

—Yeah. We’re done.—

But as Max turned and walked toward the door, he paused in the doorway. —For what it’s worth... I hope you figure your shit out before it’s too late.—

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lando alone with nothing but the distant chatter of his teammates in his headset and the black lace underwear still sitting on his desk like a silent accusation.

Lando sat down heavily in his chair, running both hands through his hair as frustration and guilt twisted inside him like a knot he couldn't untangle. He stared blankly at the monitor, the game still paused mid-mission, but the adrenaline from before had drained away, leaving him hollow.

—I’m not gonna see her again,— he whispered to himself, as if saying it aloud might make it true.

But deep down, in the part of himself he tried to ignore, he already knew it wasn’t.

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eternally-racing · 6 months ago

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sleep tight | lando norris

pairing: lando x reader

genre: fluff, a smidge of angst maybe

wc: 1.3k

summary: As the summer break comes to an end, Lando needs your help when he just can’t fall asleep.

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“You’re still up?” you whisper as you feel Lando shift again in bed next to you.

Getting back into the race week routine was always a challenge after a long holiday, and this summer break was no exception. After jet setting around Europe, partying in Ibiza, and spending many sleepless nights taking on late night adventures, you'd expect that the two of you would be sleep deprived enough to pass out the moment your head hit the pillow - but unfortunately it seemed like that was far from what was happening for your boyfriend.

There were still a couple of days before Lando needed to hop on a flight to get to the next track, but it still felt like a sharp return to reality as you returned to your apartment after your fairytale vacation. Instead of pizza boxes, there were meal prepped chicken wraps in your shared fridge, and tomorrow Lando would spend the whole day in the gym getting back to his workout routine.

That brings you to your current predicament. The both of you have been laying in bed for probably well over an hour now. And while sleep comes to you easy, of course it’s Lando, the one who has to be up at 6am tomorrow, who can’t seem to fall asleep.

“Sorry, I was trying not to move around too much.” Lando whispers back, groaning slightly as he wipes at the tiredness in his eyes.

You turn around to face him, immediately seeing the frustrated look on Lando’s face. Your bedroom is bathed in darkness, the moonlight trying to seep in through the cracks in your blinds.

Instinctively, you reach over to smooth out the creases in Lando’s forehead, then take the time to run your fingers through Lando’s curls. He lets out a soft sigh at the action, the relaxation evident on his face.

You both stay like that for a couple more minutes, and you’re mentally crossing your fingers that he somehow falls asleep. For a moment it’s peaceful, but the mirage is broken when Lando’s face scrunches up beneath your hold.

“Oh god, Jon is gonna kill me.” Lando groans as he turns over to check the time on his phone.

Lando is half debating just getting up and starting his workout now. Sure, he may be running on being awake for almost 25 hours at this point - but if he’s going to be awake, he might as well be productive.

“I’m going to make you some tea with honey, okay? Just stay here, love.” you say gently, kissing his forehead as you walk out of the room.

It’s definitely not the first time that Lando has had trouble falling asleep, but it hasn’t happened as much lately - the jet lag and exhaustion usually catches up to him the moment he steps foot back into your apartment after a long race. But no matter how long it’s been since his last sleepless night, it’s easy for you to fall into the routine of making a nighttime tea for him.

The only sound filling the room is the whistle from the kitchen that lets you know that the water is ready, and before you know it you’re back by Lando’s side. He’s sitting up now, back resting firmly against the headboard as he fruitlessly tries to fall asleep standing up. Lando says a quick thank you as you pass the mug to him.

From there you fall into an easy rhythm of crawling into bed next to him, your head taking purchase in the crook on his neck. The silence feels far too loud, so the new sound of the nature channel playing softly on the TV is a welcome addition. You could pretend that you’re paying attention to the show, but the truth is that you keep stealing glances at Lando to see if he looks any closer to feeling at rest and ready to sleep.

“You’re so exhausted, Lan” you say as you look at him. Your hand stays tight in his as you give him a comforting squeeze. “Something on your mind keeping you up?”

Lando knows you can read him like a book, that’s why as soon as the words leave your mouth he knows that you’ve already seen into his mind. Lando takes a shaky breath before he starts, turning you in his hold so you can face each other.

“Something about going back to racing right now… I don’t know. There was just so much going wrong before, and then over this break I just felt so free. I feel ready to get back in the car, but I just don’t feel ready for everything else that comes along with it.” Lando admits.

Lando’s embarrassed more than anything. He gets to do what millions of budding drivers dream of doing but a few hundred only get to actually live out. How dare he feel anything but joy when he gets to drive in Formula 1? The guilt is what is swimming around in his head, keeping him awake - but he’s hoping he can keep those words unspoken so he doesn’t have to face the reality of his feelings.

Lando worries when you don’t reply right away, but when he looks at you he notices that your eyes are focused on his cheeks. It’s only when you reach out to touch them does he realize that he’s crying. You cradle his cheeks in your hands, wiping away each tear as they fall. “I’ve got you, babe” you whisper over and over again - letting Lando cry it out as much as he needs to.

“I’m so proud of you, Lan, always. I know I’m not out there on track with you, but I’ve got your back every step of the way.” There are small tears swimming in your eyes, but you keep them at bay because you don’t want to alarm your boyfriend.

“It’s okay to still struggle and have tough times - even if you are living your dream. And if there’s a day that comes where you don’t want to be in Formula 1 anymore, I’m still going to be here for you and love you just as much. You’re so much more than being a Formula 1 driver.”

No more words need to be said, Lando just holds you tighter as you feel the sobs shake his body. Tomorrow, Lando will leave breakfast for you on the kitchen counter and a thank you note to express how grateful he is for your support. Tonight though, he just keeps you in his hold, intermittently giving you forehead kisses once he catches his breath, unable to find the words to express how much it means to him that you're here in this moment.

You don't know how much time passes, but Lando falls asleep just like that. You know that you will both wake up with achy necks and sore backs tomorrow, but you don’t dare move a muscle other than to turn off the tv, set your phone alarm, and send Jon a quick text that Lando had a rough night so he's prepared when he sees how he looks the next morning.

The next evening, Lando comes home from training at 8:30pm. The minute he walks through the door you can see the light ghost of a smile on his face, and without knowing it you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s a nice, quiet evening as you both settle onto the couch to eat Lando’s pre-prepped meals (because true love is being willing to suffer through unseasoned chicken and rice with your race car driver boyfriend).

Lando’s the first to head to bed for the night, letting you finish your episode of reality tv in peace when he sees how invested you are. Once you’re finished up for the night, you don’t even think twice before making a cup of tea and carrying it to the bedroom. Your spidey senses have proved you right as Lando lays awake, the frustration starting to settle in again between his brows.

This time, instead of reaching for the mug, Lando immediately puts it down on the nightstand and instead reaches for you. He pulls you into his chest, intertwining his legs with yours he gives you another goodnight kiss. Within seconds, he’s fast asleep, his snores making you smile as they fill the room.

This time there was no tea, no TV - it turns out all he needed was you.

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author’s note: this is my first piece of writing in an embarrassingly long time. Sorry that it got kind of sad, i am kinda sad so i fear that transferred over lol. Hope you liked this little fic! Until next time! - Em🤍

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motorsportbarbie13 · 4 months ago

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Get Unready With Me - Drunk Edition

In which Lando takes care of you after a night out.

Pairing: Lando Norris x FeminineGirlfriend!Reader Warnings: Drunk reader. Tooth achingly sweet fluff tho. Word Count: 1.8k words

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“Lando! I’ve lost my keys!” You cry, opening the flap on your vintage Chanel bag in an attempt to dump the contents out on the floor of your flat’s empty hallway.

“No you haven’t, you muppet.” He scolds, tugging the purse out of your hands before anything beyond your Charlotte Tilbury lipstick can clatter to the floor. “You gave me your keys after your fifth vodka cran. ‘Lan baby, be my hero and hold my keys so I don’t lose them!’” He mocks, pulling out your keyring from his pocket.

Your eyes light up, a drunken giggle slipping off your lips as you lean your whole weight onto your boyfriend as he attempts to open the apartment door for you. “My hero!”

“Besides,” He tuts, slipping the key into the keyhole. “We live together, my keys are your keys.”

Lando swings the door open, ushering you inside before closing the door behind him with a soft snick of the lock. You look back at him, a bit more unsteady on your feet than you’d like. The pair of you are just getting back from dinner and dancing with a few of the other drivers and their significant others to celebrate the end of the season and you may have gone a bit overboard with the drinks portion of the night.

Flinging your stilettos off your feet, you groan at the relief of feeling the cool tile on your toes, only stumbling a bit when you try to stand up straight. It’s quite the miracle you made it up from the garage to your tenth floor apartment in those heels under your own power really. “I think my feet might just fall off.”

Lando follows behind you as you stumble towards the couch. “Baby, shouldn’t we just go to bed? It’s late.”

“My feet don’t work anymore. Carry me?” You pout, reaching for him with grabby hands. You are quite needy when you get this drunk but honestly, Lando doesn’t mind one bit. You’re quite independent, refusing to allow him to pay for much despite his multi-million dollar contract and endorsement deals. In fact, for the first year of your relationship you had refused to move in with him because there had been no way you could afford to split the rent in his posh apartment in Monaco. So when you get needy like this, which isn’t as often as he’d like, Lando likes to take full advantage of it. He likes to feel needed, especially by the woman he is absolutely smitten with.

“I think your feet work just fine, but I will carry you to bed anyway, pretty girl.” He coos, scooping you up in his arms.

You wiggle a little against him, nestling your head in the crook of his neck before breathing in his scent deeply. “You smell so good.”

“I smell like sweat.” He laughs, walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom.

“It must be the pheromones then. You’re so sexy when you’re sweaty.” You giggle.

Lando chuckles, knocking the light switch with his elbow as he enters your room. The yellow glow from the lights overhead illuminate your face as you look up at him. In the alcohol induced haze, the thought of how lucky you are to have him flickers through your mind. You two had met a few years ago when you had been attended the British Grand Prix with your uncle Jenson Button. He had literally swept you off your feet when Fernando Alonso had nearly taken you out in the paddock with his scooter. You liked to joke that Lando had literally been your knight in shining armor that day, so of course you fell for him quick and hard.

“Here you go, love.” Lando gently sets you down on the bed, your eyes already droopy with exhaustion from the day. “Lets get you out of that dress and into something comfy.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Lando Norris?” You slur.

“No, I’m trying to get you into bed because you’re about five seconds away from falling asleep and I don’t want to cuddle you all night with that scratchy dress on.” Lando rolls his eyes but can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. He helps you shimmy out of the tight dress, pulling it over your head so you were left in only the skimpy McLaren papaya colored lingerie set.

“This is new.” He says, slipping a finger under the strap of the lacy bralette that has him biting his bottom lip. You looked so cute sitting there on the bed, dressed only in his team colors.

“I wore it to surprise you but now I’m too drunk to fuck you.”

Lando can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of him. Despite you being 3 sheets to the wind, you know his rules: No sex while one of you is drunk and the other is sober. And Lando is very sober right now, wanting to maintain some control over you as you tend to get a little wild and adventurous (read: you like to wander off) when you’re partying. “We can have a rot in bed day tomorrow and you can wear it then, okay love?”

Your bottom lip sticks out in a pout, “Fine.”

“Now, lay down. I’ll go get you a t-shirt and we can go to sleep.”

You follow his instructions and watch as Lando bustles around the room, first getting changed himself and then pulling a t-shirt out of his closet for you.

A few moments later, Lando pulls his t-shirt onto your body and tucks you back into bed before going to get some aspirin and a glass of water for you, knowing you’re going to have a wicked hangover tomorrow. He hates to see you in pain, but a part of him is pleased that you’ll be unable to do much tomorrow so he’ll be able to wait on you hand and foot. Being needed is absolutely one of Lando’s love languages.

As he goes to switch off the lights, finally ready to get into bed beside you, suddenly you sit up. “Lando!” You gasp, smacking him on the shoulder as he sits down on his side of the bed.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“My makeup! If I don’t take it off and wash my face, I’m going to break out and I will not be your pretty girl anymore.”

Lando rolls his eyes, “Seriously? Can’t you just skip it this one time? You will always be my pretty girl, breakout or not.”

In addition to being extra needy when you’re drunk, you are also extra stubborn. “I need to do my skincare, Lando.” You whine.

“Fine.” Lando is quite certain there is no way you’d be able to do it by yourself, judging by the state you’re in though. “Let’s go, I’ll help you.”

You blink up at him as he rounds the bed to stand before you, offering you his hand. “Really?”

He looks down at those big eyes and pouty lips of yours and really wants to break the whole ’no sex while only one of us is drunk’ rule. “Yes, really you muppet. Come on.”

Despite the fact that just a few minutes before you had been insisting your feet were about to fall off, you suddenly find the ability to walk and pad behind him into the large en suite bathroom. It’s a luxurious place, with a large jetted tub and huge shower with two shower heads. You find yourself sharing a shower with Lando more often than not. On the other side of the white and black tiled bathroom are his and hers sinks, yours more cluttered than his with various skin and hair products. You may be independent when it comes to asking for help, but you are certainly not low maintenance when it comes to your hair or skin.

Lando stands in front of your sink, eyeing the various jars and tubes with a bit of skepticism. “I hope you’re sober enough to tell me what goes first because there is no way I can do this on my own.” He mumbles.

“You watch me do this all the time, baby.”

“Doesn’t mean I know what any of this is. Now, hop up on the counter and let me take care of you.” He says, kissing the tip of your nose.

A fire burns in your belly at his order. Secretly, you do love when he takes care of you like this. You just hate to admit it. Being raised by a single mom who was never the biggest fan of the male species, you had always been wary of asking for help but being with Lando had healed some of that trauma and mistrust in you and the longer you were with him, the easier you found depending on him.

“What’s first?”

“The micellar water.”

Panic flashes across Lando’s face. “The what?”

Giggling, you kick your feet like a toddler and point to the large bottle with clear liquid in it. “That. Put some on a cotton ball and…”

“Wipe off your makeup. I know, I’ve seen you do it, I just don’t know what goes when.”

Lando squirts some out on a cotton ball like he’s seen you do a thousand times and begins to wipe off the makeup in long, slow strokes. The alcohol makes your brain fuzzy but the way his face is so focused on his task, brows knit together in concentration, has you squeezing your legs together. He can’t quite believe how many cotton balls it takes to get everything off, but eventually most of your makeup is gone.

“Now is when you use the soap, right?”

He looks so eager to be right your heart squeezes a bit. “Yes, that bottle right there.”

Lando continues on with your skincare routine, listening to your every step and following it exactly as described. It takes a little longer than usual, but neither of you mind. The way he so gently rinses the soap off your face and then applies your moisturizer is strangely one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done together.

Finally, everything is done and you’re bare faced and freshly moisturized. Lando hands you your toothbrush, already prepped with your toothpaste, and the pair of you brush your teeth together. He gently helps you down off the counter and you follow him back into the bedroom, hand in hand.

“Thank you, baby.” You coo as you slip under the covers, watching as Lando switches off the bedroom lights, plunging the bedroom into darkness.

“I love taking care of you.” He murmurs when he joins you under the heavy duvet, your warmth radiating towards him in waves.

“I love you, Lando Norris.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

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