#lando norris x you

[norrisleclercf1]

Could you please do lando x reader woth reader being really clumsy and end up hurt herself

Don’t feel pressured to do this request if you don’t feel connected

Have a great day

A/N: OOoooo I've missed writing

"Max for the love of god, if you make me die again I'll-" Lando stops talking as he hears a crash from the kitchen and looks up into the camera like it was a scene in the office and sighs, "Hang on chat, my girlfriend might be destroying our home," Lando says and frog hops out of the chair and taking off the headphones.

"Baby, you alright in here?" Lando turns around the corner and stops and feels his heart stop seeing you lying on the ground with glass everywhere. "Fuck, Y/n," He says not caring he wasn't wearing shoes and rushes to your side, "I slipped," You grumble just accepting your fate not wanting to move. "You're surrounded by glass don't move," Lando says grabbing the broom and swipes a huge chunk of it away from you.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, trying to remain calm, but the panic is obvious from the way his eyes are moving around quickly. "Lando I'm fine, just I broke your fancy glasses though," You say sitting up and keeping your hand in a fist, Lando notices it but doesn't say anything in the moment, "Give me a second," He whispers kissing your forehead. Rushing back into the game room he quickly turns everything off without a second thought and doesn't even explain to Max, rushing right back to your side where you stand at the sink running cool water over your hand.

"You got hurt," Lando curses and you just sigh softly and looking at him tiredly, "It's fine, not even deep enough for stitches, just get those little strips you used for your nose," Lando makes a face, "No, I'll take a scar but you won't," Lando argues making you rest your head on his shoulder. "Lando please, it's literally a papercut,' You sigh knowing he'd continue freaking out.

You've always been clumsy, but in the way where you knock your hip, stub your toe, trip once in a while, and Lando was already protective and constantly keeping you from doing this, now he was seriously thinking about putting you in bubble wrap, maybe he should bring you to all the races to keep you from hurting yourself.

"I don't care, you could've been," Lando stops talking and you sigh and move closer into him. "Lando, I simply tripped and dropped the glasses, it's a small cut, that's it. I'm okay," You whisper reaching up with your good hand and press out the ridge between his eyebrows.

"I'll be more careful, okay," You whisper, as he turns to look at you and sigh tugging you close and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't like it when you get hurt," He whispers having always kept an out for you, even before you two started to date. "I know, but I'm clumsy, it's going to happen," You whisper softly. "I'm going to wrap you in bubble wrap," He groans, making you smirk, "I'd like to see you try,"

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I love ur baby Norris fic smmmm

Can you do one where she is feeling super clingy and just dosent want to leave him alone whether she is just always wanting to be held or just living in his shadow and constantly following him.

koala time

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: baby norris doesn't get clingy often, but when she does, she really does

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: sorry this is rushed and all over the place hahah, but hope you enjoy xx

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For a three year old, you are relatively independent. If he had to guess, Lando would regretfully say that it is because he has to be away so often, so you have had to learn to cope with life without your daddy. Obviously you have babysitters and such when he can’t be there to look after you himself, but he knows that no one can properly fill the void of a missing parent.

It's not like you're already ready to live by yourself yet, but it’s the little things like knowing where the cup cupboard is, or where all of your clothes are so you can get yourself dressed in the morning - though you sometimes struggle with the fiddly buttons. In a way, it makes Lando sad, he should be the one doing these things for you, you’re just a baby, you shouldn’t have to do this all yourself.

Unfortunately, there’s not much he can do about it except shower you with attention whenever he gets the chance, making sure that you know just how much he loves you.

However, no matter how independent you can be, there are times where you just need your daddy.

Lando has dubbed it ‘koala time’, when you practically attach yourself to him, not letting him go anywhere or do anything without you, clinging to him like he’s about to disappear. It normally occurs when he’s just got back from a long trip away, and for the next few days you follow him around like a shadow, placing yourself in his lap every moment that you can, whether it is convenient or not.

At present, you’re on Lando’s private jet, along with a few other drivers whose names you haven’t been bothered to remember. The next race is in Japan, and luckily you have some time off from school for spring break, so naturally Lando is taking you along. You’ve never been to Japan, but Daddy has told you that it is very cool, and he’ll take you to lots of shops in Tokyo to buy you new toys, so you’re excited.

The flight from Monaco is long, you spend most of it asleep on a little makeshift bed that you have, and the rest of it immersed in some movie that Lando has got playing on your iPad. You’re not in any sort of clingy mood at the moment, so you’re perfectly happy to sit by yourself and watch your cartoons.

Finally, you arrive in Japan, Lando scooping you up from the plane and carrying you through the airport to the awaiting van that will take you both to the hotel.

“You excited, angel?” He coos at you as he places you on his lap in the car, your bags disregarded to the side.

You nod eagerly, everyone so far has been very nice to you and you are awaiting the moment you can get your hands on some new toys.

The drive to the hotel is fairly long, as Tokyo is so big. You’re only staying in Tokyo for a couple nights, to enjoy the city before travelling further south down to the Suzuka circuit. On the drive you quite contently sit on Lando’s lap, making small comments about what you can see outside the window, mainly just taking in your surroundings. 

When you finally arrive at the hotel, it is very grand, very befitting for a millionaire Formula 1 driver. You’re escorted to your suite, which has a grand king-sized bed for Lando, and a smaller twin bed for you, where a bunny plushie is sitting there waiting. (Lando had told them in advance about your love for the animal)

The excitement of the new room is almost enough to defeat the exhaustion that you are feeling, but eventually the long flight starts to catch up with you, and Lando knows you well enough to notice the first stages of collapse.

“Okay, baby, I think it’s bedtime now, yeah?” He picks you up from where you’re sitting on the bed, holding you on his hip whilst he looks through the suitcases to find you some pyjamas.

In response you try to protest, but the only sound that comes out is a yawn, and even at 3, you know that it is a losing battle. Instead, you opt to lean in closer to his hold, burying your face in the crook of his neck and falling asleep there. He smiles when he notices, softly changing your sleeping body into some pyjamas, and tucking you into your bed with your favourite teddies.

“Goodnight angel” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

The next morning you wake up as usual, you crawl into your daddy’s bed, snuggling up next to him to which he responds by wrapping you in his arms and falling back asleep. You’re having none of that, continually hitting him until he wakes up and gets you both ready to go down to breakfast.

It’s there that the jetlag hits. You’ve never been anywhere with this much of a time difference before. Well, you have, but you were a newborn, and newborns have no concept of time, newborns never sleep. Therefore, the jetlag hits you hard and fast, causing you to almost fall asleep in your half eaten waffle. 

Lando chuckles when he notices this, being an F1 driver, he’s basically become immune to jetlag, so it’s amusing to see his usually oh so energetic daughter completely collapse.

“You tired, baby?” He coos

“‘S early, daddy…” You mumble, eyelids threatening to close.

“It’s 10am, angel girl.” He chuckles at your drowsy state.

Throughout the day your jetlag doesn’t improve, you’re still very very tired. However, unlike most toddlers who have tiredness and grumpiness going hand in hand, your tiredness comes with a big dose of clinginess.

After breakfast you refuse to walk anywhere without Lando carrying you, burying your head into the crook of his neck, and your little hands gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. 

When you get to the place where Lando is meant to be meeting up with a few of his team members to discuss what’s going to be happening in the upcoming weekend you still refuse to let go, even after Lando sits down at the office table.

“Baby, do you wanna go sit over there for a bit whilst Daddy chats?” He asks softly, knowing you’re probably in a bit of a fragile mood.

You shake your head stubbornly at this, you want to stay with your daddy. You just grip onto him tighter. 

At some point in the meeting, you fall fast asleep, and a kind secretary takes you from Lando’s arms - with his permission - to go and lay you down on a nice comfy sofa for you to continue your nap.

When you wake up, you are appalled. Where is your daddy? You immediately sit up, ignoring the rush of exhaustion that is still somehow hanging on, no matter how much you’ve been sleeping. You toddle into the room where Lando is, seeing that he is just leaving, from another door, presumably to go and grab some lunch from the office canteen. Naturally, you follow close behind.

You trail behind him the rest of the way like a shadow. He doesn’t notice you as your legs aren't long enough to fully catch up. When he finally slows down a bit, you see your opportunity, running up to him and clinging onto his leg.

He jumps slightly. “Oh, baby, you gave me a fright, I thought you were having a nap, hm?” He scoops you up into his arms, holding you close.

“Want daddy.” You mumble, pulling at his curly hair. 

“We don’t pull hair, my love..” You pout at that, but stop, resting your head on his shoulder as he walks further into the lunch room. 

Throughout your stay in Tokyo the clinginess doesn’t get much better. Most notably is when he’s on a conference call with a brand back in England in the hotel room. He had put you to bed a couple hours before so wasn’t too worried about you interrupting. 

Obviously he had underestimated the power of a jet lagged toddler. 

You wake up unhappy, you’re still tired, you’ve been tired for days now, and you want your daddy. With a frown on your face you waddle into the room where he’s taking the call, standing next to his chair and holding your arms out, gesturing that you need to be held.

He looks at you with surprise, muting his mic, “Darling, you’re meant to be in bed…”

You don’t say anything in response, simply holding your arms out higher, pleading with your eyes for him to hold you. He knows he cannot resist once he sees that pleading look in your eyes, sighing he lifts you up, holding you on his lap for the rest of the call, not caring how unprofessional it might seem, any brand he works with should know that you’re his first priority, always.

After the call he puts you to bed, but you immediately crawl into his bed with him, grabbing at his arm and nestling your face into it like it’s a pillow. He sighs, knowing that there’s no way he’s winning this one.

He places a little kiss to the top of your head, “My little koala, daddy loves you.”

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a/n: pls continue sending in requests about baby norris, i love writing her!!

[interruptedtrance]

can you write something about first time anal with lando?

First time trying anal (lando x reader)

Smut; 18+

word count: 3.3k

contains: anal, butt plugs, nicknames (baby), aftercare, just reader being smart and doing research, sexting (facetime)

i might have done a bit too much research for this, but thank you so much for the ask! and i'm so sorry this has been rotting in my ask box for so long, but i really wanted to give it justice.

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“lando, don’t laugh” you say, your cheeks becoming warmer by the second, making lando stifle a laugh, “oke rude, you didn’t even know what i was gonna say!”

lando pulls the best serious face he can, “please continue baby”.

exhaling “i really hate you sometimes”, now sitting next to him on the couch “i want to try anal” you blurt out feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, making lando look at you with a surprised expression, “no, no, you are great and really you please me, but i -”.

“baby, stop, breathe” he says firmly, “i’ll gladly try something new with you” gently giving your hand a squeeze, “i know i please you, the scratches on my back are proof of that”

“sorry” you interrupt.

“but i also understand you want to try something new and different” he says, giving your lips a quick kiss in the hopes of relaxing you.

“thank you” you mumble, melting into the kiss.

making him smile, “don’t thank me yet” he says pulling you onto his lap kissing your neck.

gently you pull away, “lando not yet, i haven’t done it with anyone before” you whisper.

“that's alright baby” he kisses your lips, “how about you do some research while i'm gone for the weekend, and then we talk about it?” lightly tracing his fingers along your back, “find some toys that you like, check out the different materials, and sizes, hm? does that sound good?” he whispers back, giving you a shy smile.

bringing your pinky to him “promise we will talk all about it once you get home?”.

he wraps his pinky around yours “i promise”.

time skip

you wake up to lando wrapping his arms around you, “you’re home!”, you turn around in his tightening grip.

“i am baby” he says with a smile, softly kissing your lips, “how about you tell me everything about the research you have done in the morning? hmmm does that sound good baby?” he speaks with a yawn.

“yeah” you answer yawning back, shifting closer to lando and falling asleep in his arms.

time skip

“lando, wake up, the breakfast will get cold” you whisper slightly, shaking him awake.

“five more minutes”.

“i made waffles”, making him jolt up.

“what are we waiting for, let's go eat!”

“i can’t believe you” you mumble, walking behind him, to your kitchen. where both of you prepare your plates and move to the balcony, cuddling on the sofa enjoying the view and food.

“so, tell me about it?” lando interrupts your train of thought.

“hm?” you look confused, “oh yeah!” you sit up a bit, looking at your lover. “so,-”

“do you want to order them?” he questioned.

“they are already here” you say with a whisper, cheeks heating up.

“yeah, you are not eager at all” he teases.

“shut up, do you want to hear the rest?” you plea.

“yes, please continue” he says, while moving his empty plate to the table and resting one of his hands on your thigh, gently caressing it.

“so i've ordered a glass set of different sizes, i didn't want metal ones, people said they might be too heavy for your first time, and i didn't want silicone, it feels like we won't be able to clean it. i have also ordered anal lube with them, but not the kind with numbing agents because they increase the risk of injury.”

lando nods, “that sounds good, any positions?”

“yes!” you smile, “it's called face to face, basically i sit in your lap while you are sitting, it really is just a sat up cowgirl.”, “and i'm supposed to practice twice per day for 5 to 10 minutes, for two weeks before moving to the next size.”

lando interrupts, “yes baby the position sounds good, but how do you want me to insert them, or do you want to do it yourself?”

“oh yeah! could you please do it? while i'm laying down.”

“of course i can baby” he says, giving your lips a quick peck. “wanna start now?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.

“hmmmm maybe” you tease, getting up from the sofa and reaching out a hand to grab his, and lead him to the bedroom, where you plop yourself down onto the bed.

“wait, lan, go get a towel” you say, making him leave the room to grab a few towels, while he is out you rid yourself of your clothing and pull out the lube and the smallest butt plug from a box under the bed.

“you ready baby?” lando questions, his arms wrapping around your middle, after he drops the towels on to the bed, gently swaying you side to side.

you smile, and relax in his hold, “i am a bit nervous, but it's a good nervous”.

he spins you around so you face him, “are you sure?”

“i am, can we please start?” and with those words lando gently pushes you on the bed, and climbs over you so your faces meet aging. gently he kisses you, and flips you over so you are laying on your stomach.

he grabs a pillow from the headboard, and covers it with a towel, “can you lift your hips for me baby” and without much persuading you lift your hips, where he slides the pillow under them. your butt now sticking up in the air, making shiver from how exposed you feel.

“i won't do anything without telling you first, okay baby?” lando gently speaks, while rubbing the back of your thigh.

“okay”

“what’s our safe word?”

“it's red”

“yes, you are so good for me baby” he praises, making a smile appear and your cheeks to heat up, only intensifying your need to bury your face in the covers.

you hear and feel movement behind you, making you raise your head up to see what lando is doing, “oh baby you can lay down and relax, i'm only applying lube to my finger”

“can you help me a bit, could you please hold yourself open for me?” without hesitation your hands move back and spread yourself open, “thank you baby” he says while softly giving one of your thighs a peck.

“i will just drop a bit of lube onto your hole, i'm sorry baby but it might be cold for a second” the sudden cold feeling made you squeeze yourself and cry out a bit from the difference in sensation.

“you are doing really well baby, here baby i will now start.” and you feel a gentle pressure at your entrance but not enough to penetrate, now carefully moving around in a circular motion, making your toes curl, and pulling out a moan from you.

“baby, i will now slowly put my finger in” and the pressure on your hole increases, you gently and slowly feel lando's finger enter you, making you breathe harder. “you are doing so good baby” he praises.

“does it feel good? hmmm do you want me to move?” lando whispers.

“it does feel good, please move” and with permission granted he carefully starts circling his finger, making you gasp out, and moving your hands back to your front so you can grab onto the covers. “lando, please don't stop”.

“do you want me to add another finger?” his motion never stopping.

“can we try the plug please?”

“of course we can, but i'll have to remove my finger, are you alright with that?”

“mhm, just be quick”

“alright, alright” he removes his finger frim, you making you now moan at the empty feeling. “here baby i am applying the lube to the plug, i will gently spread you, you just focus on your breathing and the pleasure” lando says, before you feel his other hand spreading your ass open and gently bringing the tip of the plug to your entrance but not yet applying any pressure, making your breath hitch from the new feeling.

“baby, i will apply pressure now, tell me if anything hurts” you now feel a steady pressure at your entrance, the plug is pushing you open, but so far nothing you can't handle. soon enough you feel the plug widen a bit, which stretches you out a bit more than lando’s finger, making you inhale deeply, and lando stops for a second so you can adjust to the size. once you give him a little nod he continues, gently you feel the plug slide into place, and your ass closes around the neck of the plug, making you moan out in pleasure.

lando brings both of his hands to your ass and gives a bit of a rough squeeze making you moan out, “baby, fuck you look so good, i'm so fucking hard right now.”

the statement makes you gently get up and kneel on the bed, where you can see lando practically forming a tent in his shorts. carefully you get off the bed and kneel in front of your boyfriend, silently asking for permission to blow him.

“no, no baby get up, we are cuddling, this is only about you.”

“but-”

“no buts, i'll go drop the towels in the hamper, and you better be waiting for me in bed.”

“yes lando” and with that lando collects all the dirty towels, and walks out the room.

you carefully stand up, and walk over to the full length mirror to check yourself out, the plug reminding you each step of the way that it's fully in you. carefully you bring your hands to your ass and spread it open, the little orange diamond shining nicely between your cheeks.

still with a careful step you walk over to your wardrobe and pick out one of landos shirts to wear. slowly you make your way to the bed, the plug now feeling very comfortable, almost like it isn't there, until you sit down, where you feel the plug penetrate you deeper, making you let out a little moan.

now you carefully lay down and roll yourself onto your stomach, making sure the plug stays in place, and is visible to lando. “fuck, baby, you will be the death of me” he says, entering your shared room, making you smile in return, “i can't wait for when you are ready to take my cock.”

“it will only be a few weeks, now come and join me” you say, without hesitation lando walks over to you, kissing you on the side of the head, and laying down next to you, pulling you up to his chest, so you can comfortably lay on him. after a few minutes of gentle kisses, both of you fall asleep cuddling.

time skip

“baby wake up, it has been 15 minutes since we inserted the plug, we need to remove it.” he speaks, with gentle kisses littering your face to try and wake you up.

you cry out in protest, “but lan, it feels very good!”, now slowly raising yourself with your arms.

“baby, it's your first time. i don't want to risk an injury, you can continue laying down, just please let me get it out.” he says gently, moving to place a pillow under your hips, “can i?” he asks before starting anything.

“alright” you say annoyed, you feel him move his hands to your ass, where he gently spreads you open, and with one hand grabs onto the base of the toy, with a gentle and slow tug, the toy comes out, making you whine in protest from the feeling of now being empty.

lando gently spanks your ass, making you face him, “don't worry baby, as soon as you can take me, you can have me for entire days” he says, making your cheeks heat up. “also, we are repeating this tonight, you said it needs to be done twice per day.”

time skip

“don't do your night routine just yet!” lando interrupts you moving to the bathroom, you give him a confused glance.

“we need to do it for another 15 minutes” he says while moving you back to the bed.

“i forgot, but now i can see who's the eager one!”, you pull down your underwear before grabbing a pillow and laying yourself down. “can we please do it in the same way as this morning?”

he gently pecks the side of your head, “of course we can baby”.

time skip

doing it alone, when lando leave for work, with a larger size, on call with him, i’m a bit scared, i would prefer you here with me

“baby, you don’t have to do it alone, you can wait for me to come back”

“yes i know lan, but i don’t want to lose any of the progress” you mumble at the screen, where your boyfriend is staring back at you. “i wish you were here”

“i mean-” he smiles, “you can prop your phone up, so i’ll kinda be there with you” making you stop for a second, and heat rising to your cheeks.

biting your lip, you start walking faster to your bedroom, where you prop your phone up against a pillow. swiftly you undress, and grab all the supplies.

“baby, you know you don’t have to use a larger size”

“i know, but i want to feel you as soon as possible” you whine to him, while laying down a towel. “do not even joke about me being the eager one, i can see your little problem”

“little, is that why it’s taking us so long to have anal?” he exclaims.

“i mean this is the last plug before we can try, are you excited?”

“of course i am” he assures, “i just wish i was here with you, but someone is too impatient”

“i can always hang up”

“no-” he scrambles to grab his phone, “don’t you dare”

“i won't” you whisper, gently laying down on the towel, making sure lando can see what you are doing. “can you walk me through it?”

“i can” he smiles, “first hold the plug in your hand for a moment so it warms up, while you are waiting for it to get warm, grab the lube and spread it on your fingers, carefully circle your hole, and slowly insert one finger at a time, baby please don’t rush it” he scolds.

“sorry lan” you slow down your pace, pulling a moan from yourself.

“once the second finger feels comfortable, apply the lube to the plug, and slowly, and i mean slowly start inserting it”

“ok, ok i get it” carefully you remove your fingers, and grab the bottle of lube again, squeezing out a generous amount to add to the plug. while lando observes your every move. “i think i’m ready”

“if you say so baby, just go slow, and it will be fine” he moans while stroking himself.

“i know” you confirm, moving the tip of the plug to your entrance, and slowly applying more and more pressure, having the plug enter you at a steady pace. “lan, idk if it will fit” you whine to your boyfriend.

“just relax baby, take a deep breath, you can pause however many times you need and for as long as you want”, “just breathe baby”

“i know, but it feels like it wont fit”

“it will, i can see it from here, you are closer than you think, i swear”, “just take a few deep breaths” with lando coaching you through you managed to get the last bit in, “see you did it baby”.

you breath heavily nodding your head yes, “while i wait, can you tell me about your day lan?”

he smiles “i can baby”

time skip

“are you nervous?” he questions, giving you a peck on the lips.

“a bit, but i'm more excited” you speak with a smile, “come lets go!” you practically drag him to the bedroom. once there he grabs you by your hips and turns you around, slowly walking you over to the bed to lay you down, him following behind.

“i want you in missionary, i want to see your pretty face while i fuck you in the ass for the first time.”

the words making a smile appear on your lips, “then what are you waiting for?”

softly he kisses down your jaw, removing both of your shirts and kissing to the waistband of your pants, “lift your hips”, without hesitation you lift your hips while he takes off your final bit of clothing.

“can we start?”

“yes” and with your confirmation lando applies lube onto his fingers, and then carefully on your hole, making sure he covers every inch in you, so as to not cause any discomfort.

once he is done with you, he carefully removes his fingers from you and applies more lube to his hand, with which he pumps himself, “tell me if anything hurts?”

“you know i will.” lando lines himself up with your entrance, giving you a glance, which you only nod at, he brings one of his hands up to yours and intertwines your fingers together, so he carefully applies pressure, and slowly starts entering you.

you gently give a squeeze to his palm, making him stop all his movement, “did i hurt you?”

“no, i just need a second to adjust” making him breath out, carefully he moves his head closer to yours giving you a peck on the cheek. lando straightens back up, “you can continue”, and so he carefully resumes his movement, soon his full length is in you, where he stops again in order to give you some time to adjust.

“you did it baby” he whispers carefully moving towards your face to give you another peck on the lips.

“can you please move?” you ask between the kisses he is peppering onto your face. still carefully he lightly starts grinding his hips against your, making you moan.

“yeah, is that good?”

“please be a bit faster and rougher.” and with that lando quickened his pace, pulling a moan from both of you with each thrust. “just like that” you praise him, “i'm close” you breathe out.

“me too baby” and with a few more thrust, you can feel lando twitch and his cum filling you, which brings you to your own release. he gently pulls out from you, stopping a moment to watch his cum drip out.

both of you panting heavily, “baby, we have to do this again!”, only making you nod in return.

after steadying your breath lando speaks up, “come let us go and shower, and then cuddle” with that, lando picks you up in his arms, and sets you down in the shower, making sure to let the water warm up before getting you wet, and yashing you with your favourite body wash.

“come baby, i know it feels nice but we can't stay under the hot water for forever” he gently prys you out, only to wrap you up in a big towel.

“wish we could” you say through a yawn. he gently grabs your hand and pulls you towards your shared bed, making you drop your towel to the ground, and get under your warm covers with him following behind.

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Between Pain and Pleasure | LN4

♥ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N is on her period and suffering from cramps, so Lando suggests having sex to help ease the pain—she agrees.

♥ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

♥ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.5k

♥ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, period blood

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The warm glow of the Monaco sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lando’s apartment. Y/N sat curled up on the plush white sofa, a blanket draped over her legs, a heating pad pressed against her abdomen. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips pursed as she tried to ignore the persistent ache that had been nagging her all day. Of course, she thought, this had to happen while I was here. She glanced over at Lando, who was sprawled on the floor in front of her, his attention glued to the TV as his fingers idly drummed on his knee. He caught her gaze and smirked, his eyes sparkling with that trademark mischief that always made her stomach flutter—even when it was already tied in knots.

“You’re staring,” he teased, his voice low and playful. He leaned back on his hands, his gaze lingering on her. “Is it the cramps or me that’s got you looking so intense?”

She rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “Don’t flatter yourself, Norris. It’s definitely the cramps.”

“Ouch,” he said, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “And here I was, thinking I could distract you from your mortal enemy.”

Y/N laughed softly, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “You’re not that good.”

“Not that good?” he repeated, feigning shock. He crawled toward her on his hands and knees, his smirk widening as he reached the edge of the sofa. “I seem to recall a certain someone begging me to—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her cheeks flushing as she swatted at his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” he shot back, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. He moved to sit beside her, his arm brushing against hers as he reached for the heating pad. “How’s the pain? Still bad?”

She hesitated, her guard slipping for just a moment. “It’s… manageable,” she admitted. “But it’s still there. Like a dull ache that won’t quit.”

Lando nodded thoughtfully, his hand resting lightly on her thigh. “You know,” he began, his voice casual, “I read somewhere that sex can help with cramps.”

Her eyes widened, her face heating up even more. “What?”

“Yeah,” he continued, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Something about endorphins and muscle relaxation. Plus, it’s a great distraction.”

Y/N stared at him, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the right words. “Are you… are you seriously suggesting we have sex right now?”

He shrugged, his expression innocent—though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. “I’m just saying, it’s an option. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

She looked away, her mind racing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to—their chemistry was undeniable, and she’d never felt more connected to anyone in her life. But the idea of being so vulnerable, of letting him see her like this, made her stomach twist in knots. “I… I don’t know, Lando. It’s… it’s messy. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“Hey,” he interrupted softly, his hand cupping her chin and gently turning her face back toward him. “First of all, I don’t have to do anything. And second, I want you—all of you. Periods are natural, Y/N. They’re part of life. And if having sex with me can make you feel even a little better, then I’m all for it.”

His words were so sincere, so unexpected, that for a moment, she could only stare at him. How does he always know the right thing to say? she wondered, her heart swelling with affection. Slowly, reluctantly, she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “But… Can we be careful? I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”

Lando grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll put a towel down,” he promised. “Now, come on.”

He stood, offering her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet, and followed him down the hall to the bedroom. The room was bathed in the same warm, golden light as the living room, the bed neatly made with crisp white sheets. Lando grabbed a towel from the ensuite bathroom and spread it out in the center of the bed, then turned to her with a mischievous grin.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Lando stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft but insistent, his tongue brushing against hers as he deepened the kiss. Y/N sighed into him, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to tug the shirt over his head, his muscles flexing as he tossed it aside. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes roamed over his bare chest, her fingers itching to touch him. Lando didn’t make her wait—he reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra followed, leaving her exposed to the warm air and his heated gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, and she couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips. Lando smirked, clearly pleased with himself, and leaned in to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“Lando…” she breathed, her head falling back as sensation rippled through her. His hands moved to the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear. She stepped out of them, standing naked before him, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady.

Lando’s hands slid down her back, his touch firm yet tender as he guided her onto the bed. Her body sank into the softness of the mattress, her ass and pussy resting on the towel he’d laid out earlier. He removed his trousers and boxers before climbing over her, his weight pressing her into the bed in a way that made her breath hitch. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and hungry, before he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that was both demanding and achingly sweet.

His mouth moved with purpose, leaving no part of her untouched. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers, before trailing down her jawline, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. His lips found her neck, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Lando…” she breathed, her voice trembling as his mouth continued its descent. He paused at her collarbone, nipping lightly before moving lower, his tongue flicking over one nipple while his hand cupped the other. He teased her relentlessly, licking and sucking until her chest heaved with every breath, her hips arching instinctively toward him.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her all over again. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh, and it only fueled the fire building inside her.

He shifted slightly, his lips finding hers once more, and she kissed him back with everything she had, her hands sliding down his back to grip his hips. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only Lando, his touch, his scent, the way he made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered.

Lando’s lips never left hers as his body shifted, settling between her thighs. His hand slid down her stomach, guiding himself to her entrance. She was already wet, her body responding to him despite the dull ache in her abdomen. He groaned softly, the tip of his cock dragging slowly through her folds, slick with her arousal. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. “Always so ready.”

She gasped, her hips lifting instinctively toward him, craving the sensation of him teasing her like this. The way he moved—slow, deliberate—sent shivers up her spine, the heat of him igniting every nerve. “Lando…” Her voice was a whisper, trembling with need and vulnerability.

He paused, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and intense. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his tone gentle but laced with hunger. “I’ll go slow, okay? Just for you.”

She nodded, her breath hitching as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Her walls clenched around him, warm and tight, and he let out a low groan, his forehead resting against hers. “God, you feel incredible,” he breathed, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect.”

Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she felt him fill her completely. Despite the cramps, there was something different about this—something deeper, more intense. Her body was more sensitive, every nerve alight with sensation, and the way he moved inside her sent shivers up her spine. “It feels… so good,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You feel so good.”

Lando kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers as he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate. Each thrust was deep, measured, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm that made her toes curl. He was careful, mindful of her discomfort, but the intensity of their connection was undeniable. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “So warm. I could stay like this forever, just feeling you around me.” 

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and she arched into him, meeting each thrust with a soft moan. The friction was exquisite, the way he filled her completely, hitting spots that made her gasp and tremble. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his voice steady despite the strain in his muscles. He kept his pace slow, savoring every moment, every sensation. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, sliding down her sides, gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again. “You’re everything,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Everything.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, her body surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. The cramps were still there, but they were distant now, overshadowed by the way he made her feel—cherished, desired, loved. “Lando…” Her voice was a broken sigh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.

He kissed her again, his movements never faltering, his rhythm steady and deep. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the soft slap of skin against skin, the occasional moan or whimper that escaped her lips. It was intimate, raw, and utterly consuming.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and possessive, yet tender. “All mine.” 

And in that moment, she believed him.

She clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he thrust into her, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her moans mingled with his, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was uniquely theirs. She could feel the tension building within her again, her orgasm rushing toward her with every thrust.

“Lando, I’m… I’m going to—”

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let go.”

Her body tensed, every muscle coiled tight as the wave of pleasure surged through her. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as if she could anchor herself to him. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing rhythmically, drawing him deeper with each contraction. “Lando!” His name tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, a sound that was part plea, part surrender.

He groaned, low and guttural, his hips jerking as he felt her tighten around him. The sensation was overwhelming, her heat and wetness pulling him closer to the edge. “Fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, his voice strained, his forehead pressed against hers. His thrusts became erratic, losing their steady rhythm as he chased his own release. “You feel… so fucking good.”

She whimpered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, urging him on. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice shaky but insistent. “Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock throbbing as he came. A strangled moan escaped his lips, his body shuddering above hers as he spilled into her pussy, his release hot and intense. For a moment, they were both lost in it, their breaths mingling, their bodies fused together in the aftermath.

Slowly, the tension ebbed away, leaving them both spent and breathless. Lando collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his chest heaving against hers. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing her skin in soft, lazy kisses. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and something deeper—something that made her heart swell.

She ran her fingers through his damp hair, her touch gentle, her body still humming with the echoes of pleasure. “So are you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. They lay there for a while, tangled together, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, there was only them—their shared warmth, their quiet breaths, the unspoken bond that had just grown stronger.

Lando shifted, his body still warm and heavy against hers. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes dark but soft as he looked down at her. “Don’t move,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. She nodded, her breath still uneven, her body humming with the aftermath of what they’d just shared.

Carefully, he pulled out of her, a soft groan escaping his lips as his cock slid free. The mix of his cum and her period blood trickled out, staining the towel beneath them. Lando didn’t flinch or hesitate—he simply pressed a kiss to her forehead before climbing off the bed.

She watched him walk to the bathroom, his movements unhurried, his bare back glistening faintly in the dim light. He returned moments later with a clean towel, damp and warm. Kneeling beside her, he gently wiped her thighs, his touch careful and deliberate. His fingers brushed over her skin, not just cleaning but soothing, as if he were erasing any trace of discomfort.

“There,” he said softly, tossing the towel aside. He leaned down, his lips grazing her temple. “Feel better?”

Her eyes met his, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. The way he looked at her—like she was everything—made her chest tighten. “Yes,” she whispered finally, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. “Much better.”

A slow smile spread across his face, that familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes. “Good,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

[globesiem]

bring back dry humping ! — lando norris.

very clearly a draft. i wanna eat this man whole. minors leave i beg of you <3.

the aftermath of the fia awards was, to put it mildly, exhausting for lando. though he thoroughly enjoyed celebrating the unique achievement that was the constructors championship, this same award also meant having to miss out on a few much needed longed for days of his offseason— which he’d much rather spend caressing his girlfriend and making up for all the lost time while he’d been at the motorhome rather than in their shared bed.

you didn’t have much to say other than praise, especially when such an eloquent award was being handed to your boyfriend’s team. there was nothing other than pride clouding your mind, and a heartwarming sensation taking over your chest.

you also didn’t have much to say when you saw your boyfriend in the suit tailored especially for the most prestigious event of the season, along with the fresh haircut that sent your head into a frenzy.

“somethin’ wrong, darling?” the teasing tone of his voice almost made you want to roll your eyes, but the way his hand combed through his hair, his signature smile adorning his face, made your knees involuntarily weaken, gulping with a slow shake of your head.

it had all happened way too quickly. the movement and tight grip of his hands onto your hips, dragging you onto his lap as he fell back onto the couch on the living room of your flat. the crash of his lips on yours, hands slowly traveling to the flesh of your ass before he gave a possessive squeeze.

“what’s got you all worked up, hm?” oh, he was mean. he was well aware of the effect he had on you, his voice taunting, almost daring you to voice the dirty thoughts that were crossing your mind at the sight of him.

having him impossibly close wasn’t doing much to help your case either, and lando knew you well enough to distinguish that remarkable lustful glint in your eyes, as well as the obvious damp feel of your panties over his dress pants.

“can’t believe everyone got to see my boyfriend in this suit,” your voice almost came out as a whine, your hands gently tracing over his clothed chest, which you desperately seemed to want to claw at, evident by the lick of your lips and the subtle grind onto his lap.

“who’d i come home to, though, hm?” the smirk on his lips and his mocking tone was borderline intoxicating, the ghostly touches of his hands over your hips were possessive, and the way you moved your hips onto his was too much for both of you yet not nearly enough.

“shut up, just kiss me.” you managed to mumble with a soft gasp before desperately encapsulating your lips with his, messily enough where spit was exchanged, your hips rolling onto his with a newfound desperation and neediness that you had been neglecting during the season.

lando was enjoying this more than you were, by far, so much so that his dress pants were beginning to become a burden, yet the friction of your clothed core and his pants were hogging his brain to the point where thinking of anything else would be impossible, the desperation and built up desire not allowing either of you to discard your clothes.

it was messy, of course, the way your hips were rolling onto his groin, wanting to feel him inside– yet the friction from the fabric added an intoxicating pleasure you would never allow yourself to deny. your hands were placed on his shoulders for stability, nails leaving marks as a moan found its way into the desperate kiss.

lando pulled away momentarily, while still guiding your hips to quickly roll onto his quickly, seeing your contorted face in pleasure egged him on to begin to kiss down your jaw, then down to your neck, biting slightly into the skin, just enough for a bruise to appear.

he was getting more impatient by the second, and all his mind could focus on was the movement onto him, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards which caused a loud moan to slip from your mouth, the added pleasure bringing you closer to a release.

lando hated to admit how a woman of your caliber could make him so incredibly weak, to the point of grinding onto each other as only animals would, to the point of almost reaching an orgasm like a teenager would– cumming in his pants.

you sped up to the point where your breaths were ragged, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clung to your boyfriend’s shoulders while he continued thrusting upwards through shaky groans.

“atta girl, gonna make me cum in my pants, aren’t you?” his words were taunting, but so attractive when he was humping you like he’d pass out if he didn’t release soon– he was utterly addicted to the feeling, mumbling praise while he felt himself get closer to his climax, noticing the way your movements began go falter with a string of whines.

“lan– please,” you whimpered out while desperately holding onto his tuxedo like your life depended on it, mumbling a final plea before pleasure overtook your body, spilling your juices onto your panties and coincidentally, his dress pants.

“let go for me, princess, i got you.” he spoke through another babble of soft words, though he was just as gone as you were, letting out a shaky groan before releasing into his pants, a sigh escaping his lips as his chest began to rise and fall with adrenaline. “fuck, couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?”

“never. that suit was provocative.”

[satellite-evans]

home

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando feels good about life, because of you.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: tooth aching fluff

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

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Lando was feeling good about life.

It wasn’t just because he was an F1 driver, making more money than he knew what to do with. It wasn’t just because he had millions of fans cheering for him every weekend or because he had a solid team backing him up, pushing him to be his best. It wasn’t even because he had a podium finish fresh in his mind, the sweet taste of champagne still lingering on his lips.

No—what made him feel good about life, what made everything else pale in comparison, was you.

Lando never thought he’d be the type of man to turn down wild nights out for cozy evenings at home. If someone had told him years ago that he’d be willingly spending his free time doing skincare routines, building 1,000-piece puzzles, or just lying around watching movies he’d seen a hundred times before, he would’ve laughed in their face. But then again, he never thought he’d meet a woman like you.

You were his anchor—the calm in the middle of his storm. In a world that never seemed to slow down, where every second was measured in tenths and every move scrutinized, you were the one thing that made time stop. To him, you were the soft colors that breathed life back into his world, painting over the black-and-white monotony of airports, circuits, and hotel rooms. With you, life didn’t feel like an endless race. With you, he could finally breathe.

Of course, there were moments of doubt. Late at night, when exhaustion crept in and his thoughts turned against him, his mind would whisper cruel things—You don’t deserve her. She could have someone better. Someone who’s around more. Someone normal.

But then he’d see you, and those thoughts would vanish, replaced by the overwhelming gratitude of simply having you in his life. The way you looked at him, the way your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the way you smiled when you blushed, the way your presence alone could steady his anxious heart—it all reminded him that he was exactly where he was meant to be. With you. Loving you. Being loved by you.

Yeah, he was feeling good about life.

“Babe, I’m home!”

The words left his lips before he even stepped fully into the apartment, his voice carrying that unmistakable warmth of someone who had been counting down the seconds to this moment.

Eight hours of flying, dodging as many cameras as he could, and narrowly avoiding a speeding ticket on the drive back—but none of that mattered now. The race weekend had drained him, his body still vibrating from the adrenaline crash. His arms ached, his mind buzzed, and for a brief moment, all he wanted was to collapse into bed and sleep for days.

But then he saw you.

You were curled up on the couch, wearing that old college sweater he loved so much, paired with bike shorts that showed off the curve of your legs. Your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, and your hair was tied up in a messy bun—one of those effortlessly cute ones that made his heart clench in his chest. AirPods in, fingers dancing across your laptop keyboard, and lips curled ever so slightly in that way they always did when you were concentrating.

Lando smiled.

God, he had missed you.

Quietly, he made his way over, careful not to startle you. The moment he was close enough, he tightened his arms around you, letting his chin rest against your shoulder as he took a deep breath. You smelled like vanilla and something faintly floral, something undeniably you. It was comforting in a way he couldn't quite put into words.

You tensed for a split second, surprised, before realizing who it was. A small, breathy laugh escaped your lips as you pulled out an AirPod.

“You’re home,” you murmured, a soft smile creeping onto your face.

Lando hummed against your skin, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Mhm. Missed you.”

Your heart swelled at the raspy warmth in his voice. You knew he was exhausted—the subtle heaviness in his tone, the way his body sagged against yours, the way his arms clung to you just a little tighter than usual. The adrenaline from the race was probably long gone, leaving only the bone-deep fatigue that came after pushing himself to the limit.

You turned in his embrace, finally facing him. His curls were a little messy, his eyes slightly red-rimmed from the flight, but there was something else there too—something soft. Adoration.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face.

Lando sighed at the simple touch, leaning into your palm like a cat seeking warmth. “I swear, I almost crashed like five times just trying to get here faster.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart did a little flip at the idea that he was so eager to be home. “Maybe don’t do that next time?”

“No promises.” He grinned, the exhaustion momentarily lifting as he pressed a quick, playful kiss to the tip of your nose. “You’re kind of a good reason to speed.”

You shook your head, amused, but let him pull you closer, pressing your forehead against his. The room was quiet but all you could hear was his breathing, steady and grounding.

“Did you eat?” you asked, rubbing soothing circles against his back.

Lando groaned. “Not really. Had, like, half a protein bar and a gross airplane meal.”

You frowned. “Lando.”

“I know,” he groaned again, burying his face into your neck like a dramatic child. “I was too busy being a world-class athlete, okay?” His words were muffled against your skin, and you giggled at how ridiculously clingy he was being.

“Well, world-class athlete,” you teased, threading your fingers through his curls, “how about you let me make you something? You need real food.”

Lando made a low sound of approval. “Marry me.”

You laughed. “That’s your proposal? Because I offered you food?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips quirking up into a smirk. “I mean, yeah? I feel like that’s a solid reason to propose.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”

Lando’s expression softened at that. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his voice dropping into something quieter, more serious. “I love you too. More than I know what to do with.”

The sincerity in his tone made your breath hitch. There were no cameras, no fans, no flashing lights—just the two of you in this little moment, wrapped up in each other.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling him sigh against you as he melted into it. Slow, tender, unhurried. A stark contrast to the fast-paced, high-pressure world he lived in.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled up at him. “C’mon, let me feed you before you pass out.”

Lando groaned dramatically but let you take his hand, letting you guide him toward the kitchen.

As you led him, he tugged on your hand slightly, forcing you to slow down. You turned back with a questioning look, but before you could say anything, Lando wrapped his arms around you again, hugging you from behind as you walked.

“Lando,” you laughed, trying to shake him off. “You’re making this really hard.”

“I am really hard.”

You gasped and swatted at his arm. “Lando Norris!”

He laughed, his grip on you tightening as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m just saying, you’re wearing those shorts, and I haven’t seen you in, like, more than a week. My brain isn’t functioning properly.”

“You literally got here five minutes ago,” you pointed out, but your voice was softer now, teasing.

“Exactly. Five minutes too long.”

You rolled your eyes but let him hold you for a few more seconds before finally prying yourself away. “Food first, then cuddles.”

Lando groaned dramatically again but relented, dragging himself toward one of the kitchen stools while you moved around the kitchen. He propped his elbow on the counter and rested his chin in his palm, watching you with an appreciative glint in his eyes.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed a pan.

“Nothing,” he said, his voice lazy and laced with exhaustion. “Just admiring my beautiful, amazing, perfect girlfriend who takes care of me when I forget how to function like a normal human being.”

You snorted. “You mean when you refuse to function like a normal human being.”

“Semantics.” He waved a hand dismissively.

You shook your head, amused, and started preparing something quick but hearty—something you knew he’d devour the moment it hit the plate. Every now and then, you’d glance over at him, and he’d still be watching you with that lazy smile, his eyes soft and heavy with exhaustion but full of warmth.

As you stirred the pan, you glanced at him again. “So… P3, huh?”

Lando’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yep.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Your voice was gentle, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in it.

His smile grew, his eyes flickering to yours. “Yeah?”

“Of course. You drove like hell out there.” You turned back to the stove. “I was watching and nearly had a heart attack a couple of times.”

Lando chuckled. “Yeah, me too, honestly.”

“How close were you to crashing?” you asked, casting him a suspicious glance.

He hesitated. “Mmm… I’d say reasonably close. But it’s fine! Car’s in one piece, and I got the podium.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Lando.”

He grinned. “I swear, I had it under control.”

“Uh-huh. And what about Oscar? How’s he doing?”

Lando sighed, rubbing his face. “He’s good. He was frustrated after the race, though. He really wanted a podium.”

You nodded. “Makes sense. He’s been on fire lately.”

“Yeah,” Lando agreed. “He’ll get one soon. I told him that.” He tilted his head slightly. “You’ve been keeping up, huh?”

You shrugged. “Of course. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

Lando���s heart swelled. He knew you always supported him, but hearing you talk about it so casually—like his world was naturally part of yours—made something warm settle in his chest.

“Well,” he said, watching you flip something in the pan, “now that we’re talking about me, how was your week?”

You sighed dramatically. “Oh, you know. Riveting. Classes, work, not crashing million-dollar cars—normal people things.”

Lando smirked. “Sounds dull.”

“Horribly dull,” you teased. “But, on the bright side, I did find a new coffee shop. They have the best croissants.”

His ears perked up. “Better than the place we went to last time?”

You considered this. “Mmm… I think so. You’ll have to come with me to judge.”

Lando grinned. “Deal.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Speaking of which, I brought you something.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “You did?”

He nodded and reached into his bag, pulling out a small paper bag. “Got it from this bakery near the paddock. Thought of you.”

Your heart melted a little as you took it. Inside was a delicate-looking pastry, slightly squished from travel but still intact.

“You’re the best,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his curls.

Lando smiled, tilting his head up to steal a kiss from your lips instead. “I know.”

You laughed and playfully pushed his face away. “Okay, okay, let me finish cooking before you distract me again.”

Lando sat back with a satisfied sigh, watching you move around the kitchen. The warmth of the apartment, the scent of food filling the air, the sound of your voice—it was everything he didn’t realize he had missed so much.

Lando let out a deep sigh, tilting his head as he watched you. “You know,” he murmured, “I could do this forever.”

You glanced at him, smiling as you stirred the pan. “Do what?”

“This. Us. Just… coming home to you, watching you, being with you.” He rubbed his eyes, his voice slower now, like the exhaustion was finally catching up to him. “Feels like the only real thing in my life sometimes.”

Your chest tightened at his words. You turned off the stove and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. His skin was warm under your touch, slightly rough from travel, but so familiar.

“I’m always going to be here,” you murmured, running your thumb over his cheekbone. “No matter how fast life moves, no matter how crazy things get—you’ll always have me.”

Lando leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Promise?”

You smiled, tilting his chin up slightly so he’d look at you. “Promise.”

His lips quirked up, and he sighed again, this time softer. “God, I love you.”

You kissed him gently in response, lingering just long enough to let him feel the weight of your words without speaking them.

When you pulled away, you tapped his nose playfully. “Okay, now eat before you pass out at the counter.”

Lando started practically inhaling his food while you watched him with a fond smile. His eyelids were heavy, and his posture had started to slump, but he was stubborn—too stubborn to admit just how exhausted he was.

“You know,” you mused, propping your chin on your hand, “you don’t have to eat like someone’s going to steal your food.”

Lando glanced up mid-bite, mouth still full. “Can’t help it. Your food is that good.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m glad you like it.”

After finishing his meal, Lando leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. “I’m officially the luckiest man alive.”

You smirked. “Because I fed you?”

“Because you love me and you fed me,” he corrected. “Both are equally important.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but stood up and began collecting the dishes. Before you could take his plate, Lando grabbed your wrist. “Hey, leave it for later. Come sit with me for a bit.”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the messy kitchen, but the way he was looking at you—soft, hopeful—made you relent.

“Fine,” you said, letting him pull you toward the couch.

Lando flopped down dramatically, pulling you with him so you landed against his side. He immediately curled around you, resting his head on your shoulder while reaching for the remote.

“What do you want to watch?” he mumbled, already sounding half-asleep.

“You pick,” you replied, shifting so he was more comfortable against you.

He flicked through the channels lazily before settling on some random sitcom. Within minutes, his breathing had slowed, and you could feel the full weight of his body pressing against yours.

You glanced down at him, biting back a smile. “Lando.”

“Mhm?”

“You’re falling asleep.”

“No, I’m not,” he murmured, shifting slightly.

You snorted. “Yes, you are. Your eyes have been closed for the past five minutes.”

Lando groaned but didn’t move. “Just five more minutes,” he bargained, voice thick with exhaustion.

You sighed, threading your fingers through his curls. “You need a shower, love.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, clearly not registering what you said.

You let him sit there for a moment longer before trying again. “Lando, come on. I know you don’t want to move, but you’ll feel better after a shower.”

He groaned dramatically. “Don’t wanna.”

“Don’t care,” you teased. “You’re going.”

Lando finally opened his eyes, pouting like a child. “What if I just sleep here?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll drag you to the shower myself.”

His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Kinda hot.”

You swatted his arm. “Lando.”

He sighed heavily, knowing he wasn’t winning this battle. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctantly peeling himself off the couch.

You watched him shuffle toward the bathroom, looking half-dead on his feet. He paused at the door, turning to give you a dramatic look. “If I fall asleep in there, it’s on you.”

“I’ll come rescue you if I hear a thud,” you teased.

Lando muttered something under his breath but finally disappeared into the bathroom, and you shook your head fondly.

While he showered, you took the opportunity to clean up the kitchen. You moved quickly, wiping down the counters, washing the dishes, and tidying up. It didn’t take long, and by the time you finished, you could hear the faint sound of the water shutting off.

Lando emerged a few minutes later, hair damp and a towel slung around his neck. He was already dressed in one of his oversized shirts and a pair of soft shorts, looking far more awake than before.

You gave him an approving nod. “See? Told you you’d feel better.”

He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I hate when you’re right.”

You smirked. “Happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

Lando huffed but didn’t let go. “Come do skincare with me,” he murmured against your neck.

You laughed softly. “So now you want to do skincare?”

“Only if you do it with me,” he said, pulling back to give you that boyish grin you could never resist.

Shaking your head, you let him drag you to the bathroom, where he already had his collection of products lined up on the counter. It was funny, really—how he used to laugh at the idea of doing skincare, but now, he was the one reminding you about it.

As you both went through the routine, Lando kept sneaking glances at you in the mirror. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured, watching you apply your moisturizer.

You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the warmth creeping up your neck. “You tell me that every time we do this.”

“Because it’s true every time.”

You turned to him, dipping your fingers into his moisturizer before smearing a small amount onto his nose.

“Oi!” he yelped, laughing as he reached for your face in retaliation.

You squealed, dodging him. “You started it!”

Lando grinned, finally rubbing in the moisturizer you gave him. “I like doing this with you,” he admitted. “Makes me feel all… domestic and stuff.”

You smiled, leaning against the counter. “That’s because you are domestic, Norris. Face it—you like the simple things.”

He hummed, considering that. “Maybe. But only because I get to do them with you.”

Once skincare was done, Lando grabbed your hand, leading you back to the bedroom. He practically flopped onto the bed, tugging you down with him.

“You are so dramatic,” you muttered, laughing as you adjusted yourself beside him.

“Shhh,” he mumbled, already pulling you closer.

You shifted so that you were both tangled together, legs intertwined, your head resting against his chest. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your arm, and you could feel his breathing slow.

The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft heartbeats.

Lando sighed, his lips pressing against the top of your head. “This is my favorite part,” he murmured sleepily.

You looked up at him. “What is?”

He tightened his hold on you. “This. Just being here. With you.”

Your heart melted, and you nestled closer, pressing a soft kiss against his collarbone.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Lando smiled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you more.”

Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his body completely relaxed against yours. You stayed awake a little longer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his arms around you.

Yeah, life moved fast. It was chaotic, unpredictable.

But right here, in this moment—with him—it was perfect.

[coolemmasulivan2]

A Beautiful Mess | 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3049

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

The first thing you registered as you woke up was the pounding in your head, like someone was smashing a drum inside your skull. The second was the blinding light hitting your face. You never slept with the curtains open.

"Ugh, my head." You groaned, pressing a hand to your head.

Blinking against the brightness, you forced your eyes open, only to realise, very quickly, that you were not in your bedroom. Your heart stopped and your eyes widened.

You looked around the unknown bedroom. The other side of the bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of pants. A shirt. A man's shirt.

The bedroom door was open, and the distant sound of running water caught your attention.

"Oh my god. No, no, no." You lifted the covers. You were wearing your underwear and that was all you had on. "Noooo!" You groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

What did I do? You questioned yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to piece together the night before. You remembered drinking. Dancing. Meeting a guy at the bar. Eric, right? Had you slept with Eric?

The sound of a door opening, made you open your eyes. You looked up, but you wished you hadn't.

Appearing at the doorway, drying his damp curls with a white towel, was none other than Lando Norris.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He had another towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his toned chest on full display. It could only be a nightmare. Right? Right?

Lando smirked, breaking the silence. "Look who finally decided to wake up. Thought you were dead for a second." You stared, completely frozen. "What? Cat got your tongue?" That snapped you out of your trance.

You jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hit you. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Lando's smirk deepened. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, enjoying your state too much.

"You don't remember?" He asked you, looking you up and down.

You followed his gaze and realised you were basically naked. Yanking the bed covers up to your chest, you shot him a glare.

"Don't need to cover up." He chuckled. "I already saw everything last night." A shiver running down your spine.

"I was drunk!"

"So was I."

Your grip on the sheets tightened. "What happened?" You asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lando dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, you're not that naive."

Your heart nearly stopped. "No."

"Yes."

"No, wa-- Oh my god!" To your absolute horror, Lando dropped the towel that was around his hips. You turned around and squeezed your eyes shut. "What the fuck are you doing, Norris?"

Lando laughed, completely unbothered. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I HAVEN'T!"

"You sure? Because that's not what you were screaming last night."

"Shut up!" You turned back around, cautiously peeking through your fingers, but thankfully, he was already wearing pants. Your mind was a chaotic mess. This couldn't have happened. Even drunk, you would never sleep with Lando. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. No need to tell anyone, I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you last night. Hell, probably all of Monaco."

Your jaw dropped. "You're disgusting."

"A disgusting man you slept with." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. He caught it effortlessly, smirking. Spotting your dress and purse draped over an armchair, you made a beeline for them, grabbing them quickly. "Not staying for breakfast?" Lando teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Tightening the sheet around your body, you stormed out of the bedroom.

"Hey! That's my sheet!" He shouted, standing up from the bed. You didn't stop. "Y/n?" Before he could say anything else, you slammed it shut behind you, making the frames on the wall tremble.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Messing with you was way too much fun.

Lando lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. The room was dimly lit by the city lights outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The only sound was your slow, steady breathing beside him.

He had told himself he'd leave once you were asleep. That had been the plan. Carry you to bed, stay until you dozed off, and then head to the other room. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Maybe it was the way you looked so peaceful, completely different from the stubborn woman who drove him insane daily. Or maybe it was the way your face changed every few minutes, like you were dreaming about something.

Lando let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. Just as he was debating finally getting up, you stirred beside him.

You shifting under the covers, eyes barely open, still very much drunk. Then, without warning, you reached for the hem of your dress and started pulling it over your head.

Lando shot upright. "What the hell are you doing?"

You huffed in frustration, your dress halfway off. "It's hot."

"So?"

With absolutely zero hesitation, you stripped the dress off completely, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now, you were left in nothing but your underwear in his bed, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando swore under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls. This cannot be happening.

"Jesus, Y/n." He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can't just--" He sighed. "For fuck's sake." Muttering to himself, he grabbed one of his t-shirts from the closet and turned back toward you. "Put this on!" He said, holding it out.

You made a sleepy noise, barely cracking one eye open. "No."

"Yes."

You groaned and lazily swatted his hand away, turning over so your back was to him. "Too hot." You mumbled.

Lando sat there, t-shirt still in his hand, staring at you. "Unbelievable." He muttered under his breath. Then and idea hit him.

Oh, she was going to lose her mind.

You stumbled into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you, your breath uneven and your cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Sleeping with Lando Norris was the last thing that should have happened. He was a womanizer, a nightmare and a insufferable idiot.

You groaned loudly, collapsing onto the couch and burying your face in a cushion. "Why did this happen?" You mumbled against the fabric before letting out a muffled scream of frustration. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the last twelve hours would magically rewrite themselves. But the image of him, half-naked, smirking, teasing, was burned into your mind like a bad tattoo.

Kill me now. You thought to yourself.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself up and pulled your phone from your purse. Six missed calls. Eleven messages. You called the first person on the list, already heading to the bathroom. You needed a shower. A long, scalding shower to wash away the disaster that was last night.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to call you all night!" She practically shouted into the phone, the second she picked up.

You winced. "Sorry, I drank too much and... passed out." You rubbed your forehead, catching sight of your reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged under your eyes. Hair an absolute mess. "I need to ask you--"

"Passed out where? And why did you leave with Norris?" Your friend interrupted.

You froze. Your brain scrambled to piece together her words. You remembered being outside with Eric and Lando. But just the two of them.

"Wait-- you guys let me leave with Lando?" Your voice rose, panic creeping in. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Y/n, we didn't know you left with him!"

You frowned. "But—how do you—?"

"There are photos and videos of you leaving with him." She said bluntly. "In his car. They're everywhere." A cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt your legs go weak as you gripped the bathroom counter for support. "I thought you were hitting it off with that other guy." Your friend continued. "How the hell did you end up with Lando?"

You ran a hand through your tangled hair, your mind racing. "I-- I don't know." You admitted, panic settling in. "I don't remember! But we—" You stopped yourself just in time, biting your lip. No way in hell were you telling anyone about what may or may not have happened last night. "I'm never drinking again. This was a terrible idea."

Monday had rolled around again, far sooner than you would've liked. You hadn't seen Lando since you stormed out of his apartment wrapped in his bedsheet, and you had no intention of crossing paths with him anytime soon.

But somehow, his fans had found your Instagram account and the follow requests had been insane.

You'd seen the photos and the videos. And, yeah, it looked bad. Really bad. His hand around your waist, your head resting against his chest. The way he leaned in close, like he actually cared. Anyone looking at those pictures would think there was something more than just hatred between you two.

And then there was that picture. That one that made you blush like a tomato.

Your head rested against his chest, looking up at him, while he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He had this soft look, like you were the only person in the world.

You could easily pass off as a pair of lovebirds, but that was far from the truth.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked and looked down to see Clare, one of the little girls from your class, staring up at you with big and curious eyes.

"Yes, Clare?" You asked, forcing a smile as the rest of the kids ran out for playtime.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you bent down.

"You and your boyfriend look cute together!" She whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched. "My mommy showed me the pictures. She said he looks at you like my daddy looks at her."

The innocent compliment made your cheeks burn and for a split second, your heart fluttered, before the reality of it all came crashing back. Before you could respond, Clare giggled and ran off to join her friends, leaving you absolutely stunned.

Lando leaned back in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. The glow of the screen illuminated his focused expression.

"Mate, you're actually terrible." Max groaned as Lando missed another shot in the game.

"Shut up!" Lando shot back, laughing.

There was a brief silence as they played, until Max broke it with a teasing voice.

"So… you and Y/n, huh?"

Lando's fingers froze for half a second before he recovered. "What?"

Max chuckled. "Oh, don't play dumb. I saw the pictures. The whole world saw the pictures."

Lando sighed, already knowing where the conversation was going. "There's nothing going on and you know it."

"Uh-huh." Max said, clearly enjoying himself. "You looked pretty cozy. Hand in her hair, staring at her like she was the last slice of pizza…"

"I was just helping her." Lando muttered, trying to focus on the game. "She was drunk. I wasn't going to let her walk home. I'm not a piece of shit."

"And the part where you like her?"

Lando's character nearly got shot in the game. "I don't!"

Max laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You hate her. That's why you haven't stopped talking about her since that night, right?"

"You're the one that brought her up." Lando groaned. "And if I talk about her because it's because she's annoying!"

Max hummed. "Right, but remind me again, why did you stay in bed with her until she fell asleep?"

Lando gritted his teeth. "Because she was drunk, and I didn’t want her to choke on her own vomit. I'm already regretting telling you that."

Max snorted. "Sure, sure. And the fact that you haven't been with anyone else since that night has nothing to do with her, right?"

"Shut up and play the game."

"I'll shut up when you admit you like her."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Okay, then. Guess I'll just keep sending you those cute photos the fans keep posting."

"Maxxxx!"

You were exhausted. Work had drained every last bit of energy from you, and to make things worse, dinner with your parents had been nothing short of an interrogation.

"So, who is this Lando?"

"Are you dating him?"

"You two look very close in those photos!"

Your mother had shown you the pictures as if you hadn't already seen them a thousand times. Your father, usually indifferent to your personal life, had even said: "He's a race car driver, right? Those guys are trouble."

No matter how many times you insisted that nothing was going on, they wouldn't let up. By the time you finally left, your head was pounding.

All you wanted was to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the next ten hours.

As you pulled into the underground garage of your building, your eyes immediately locked onto your parking spot and the sight of Lando's McLaren sitting right in it. Again.

Your blood boiled instantly. "That prick! He does it on porpuse." You smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

You sat there for a moment, until an idea formed in your mind. With a smirk, you pulled up right behind his car, blocking him in.

Getting out, you slammed the door shut, crossed your arms, and admired your handiwork. Let's see him try to pull out now.

Before you could take three steps, you heard footsteps. Lando appeared, dressed in all black, keys in hand, clearly about to go out. The moment he saw your car blocking his, his expression changed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, walking toward you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think my parking spot was yours?"

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. "I was only going to grab my phone. I left it upstairs. Relax."

You let out a dry laugh. "Relax?" You gestured to his car. "How about you stop acting like you own the damn building?"

His jaw clenched. "Y/n, move your car. I'm in a hurry."

You tilted your head. "Why should I? Pick another one. It's not like you only own one car."

His frustration was evident, just as much as yours. "I swear it's the last time I park in your spot."

"I don't believe you."

"Move!"

"I don't want to."

Lando stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're impossible."

"And you're an idiot. Stop thinking you're above everybody."

"For a kindergarten teacher, you sure are a nightmare."

"For an F1 driver, you sure are slow."

Lando opened his mouth and let out a sarcastic chuckle. And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body instinctively responding as his mouth moved against yours, rough and urgent. His hands cupped your face, pressing you back against your car as if he was trying to prove something.

And for a second, you let him. Because despite everything, it felt good. Too good.

But then, reality hit you like a truck. You shoved him away hard, breathing heavily. And before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the garage. Lando's head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.

"You asshole." You spat, your heart pounding.

Lando exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without another word, you turned on your heel, stormed to your car, and pulled out of the garage, leaving him standing there.

You drove out of the garage like a maniac, the tires screeching against the pavement. Reckless. Impulsive. Exactly how Lando drove.

And then, out of nowhere, tears started spilling down your cheeks.

You didn't remember the last time you had cried, but now the sobs came fast and uncontrollable, a lump forming in your throat so tight it felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision blurred, and your hands trembled against the wheel.

With shaking fingers, you pulled over and leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to suppress the pain that had crept up without warning.

You couldn't believe. All of this for a selfish prick like Lando?

Lando had canceled his plans. He had barely made it through the elevator doors before frustration consumed him, his feet carrying him straight to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped his keys onto the counter, running a hand through his curls.

His whole body was buzzing with anger, confusion and something else. Something he didn't want to name.

He didn't know why he had kissed you. No. That was a lie.

He knew. Deep down, he fucking knew. He had wanted to kiss you since the first day he saw you, since the moment he moved into the building. But now that feeling he had buried and denied, had come crashing back to life because of that stupid accidental kiss at the school.

Lando groaned, gripping his face as he collapsed onto the couch. "Fuckkk!!!" His voice echoed through the empty apartment. He tilted his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "You don't like her, Lando!" He muttered to himself. "It's just a stupid… crush. Sexual tension. That's all it is." His jaw clenched. "She's never going to like you like that. She hates you."

But, don't you hate her back? A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Lando swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. And for the first time, he admitted the truth. "I don't!"

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[gguk-n]

She's Not Afraid (Lando Norris x Reader)

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When Lando had first shown interest in Y/N, all his friends had told him she wasn't the one for him. Lando didn't have the best image as is, and trying to date someone who didn't want to be tied down was rough. He soon realised he was head over heels for her and she would barely even hold his hand in public. At first Lando didn't think much of it and jotted it down to her being more reserved and probably needing more time. But as time passed by, Lando realised she would do anything but be romantically associated with him.

It hurt Lando watching her treat anyone and everyone the same way she treated him when they were out; when Lando was bending over backwards for her. It wasn't only his friends and family who had noticed but the fans had started to notice as well. People had started sending her hate as usual which pushed her away further.

The only time she was even remotely affectionate was in the bedroom and that too had gone down since they barely saw each other. It was gnawing at Lando's mind and heart; he couldn't bare this. His thoughts were completely occupied by thoughts of her. He spent most of his time either trying to get in touch with her or thinking of her. The only time he would know what she was up to was through friends.

Lando thought he was bad when it came to commitment, turns out he hadn't even seen the worst. If he was lucky, he would sometimes run into her at the club, drinking and dancing. Only while inebriated would she let Lando near her in public, even going as far as to show him affection. This would send him into a spiral, thinking about the what ifs and at first he thought she was finally ready to commit and than she'd ignore him like last night never happened. He was losing his mind; he couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't think. She had stopped showing up to races which was the one place he got to see her without her trying to run away.

Months of thinking and breaking his heart over all the possibilities, he decided to set the record straight. He had tried to get her to come over a few times before she agreed. When Y/N reached, Lando had ordered take out. They sat down and ate their meal in quite; while Lando's heart was beating out of his chest thinking about what he would say to her. He had thought of all the possibilities on how he'd start the conversation. He did however not imagine blurting out, "Do you hate me?" He almost comically slammed a hand on his mouth. She looked at him bemused.

He took a moment to collect himself, " Why won't you officially date me?" he asked. She sighed, "I don't do well with relationships" she stated. "But I like you...no I love you" Lando said. "I know, that's what scares me" she muttered. "It shouldn't" he said taking her hand in his. "It's a good thing" he continued. "I know. But I've been hurt before and I can't imagine giving my heart to some one like" she trailed off. "Like what?" he asked. "Someone who goes places and sees people. I don't want you to feel tied or bound." she explained. "I want to be bound by you, in more ways than one" he chuckled. Y/N hit his shoulder. "Muppet" she mumbled. "Please let me in. I want to know what it is to love you and be loved by you" Lando said. Her shoulders slumped, "I want to know too" she replied, looking him in the eye. Lando closed the gap between, holding her face in his hands. "can I?" he asked. She nodded and the pair kissed. When Lando pulled away, "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. "Yeah" she smiled at him, "But if I start acting strange, cut me some slack" she spoke. "Noted" Lando said making a note to himself.

[maxriss]

★ voicemails from lando norris

— voicemails from your bf when you’re asleep & some from the times you just want to hear him <3 LIBRARY

27th april 2024 at 5:32 pm

— hey babe! . . . hello? oh it’s voicemail [silence] call me back alright? [silence] uhm [silence] i miss you . . . a lot. seasons been tough. wish you here with me rn. [silence] ah fuckin hate the time differences. ‘nways i love you gotta go.

1st march 2024 at 7:30 am

— hey babygirl you’re probably sleeping rn but just wanted to say i love you. last night was beautiful because of you. loved the online date. [silence] wish i could take you out on a proper date. [laughs] fucking hell been days since i last touched you or kissed you. man [silence] i love you i miss you. alright call me once you’re up bye

7th march 2024 at 1:23 pm

— okay, so I just had a brilliant idea, and I need to tell you before I forget. what if we—wait. wait, no, it’s actually so dumb. never mind. you’re going to bully me for this. I’ll just [silence] tell you later. love you.

11th march 2024 at 3:45 pm

— baby [silence] [sighs] why aren’t you picking up? where are you? [silence] stop leaving me on voicemail. i’ve a race in 12 hours. [silence] need you.

13th august 2024 at 6:37 am

— babe, you left your charger at mine again. at this point, i think it’s just an excuse to come back. [silence] not that i’m complaining.

4th september 2024 at 12 pm

— i may or may not have accidentally bought three kinder maxis instead of one. [silence] don’t ask how. come over and help me eat them. [chuckles]

28th october 2024 at 8:45 am

— you’re so mean for leaving me on read. do you even love me anymore? [silence] actually, don’t answer that. [sighs] just call me back before i start singing sad taylor swift songs.

29th october 2024 at 10:04 am

— i know you’re sleeping, but i just had the weirdest dream. you and i were racing in F1, but instead of cars, we were in go-karts, and for some reason [silence], daniel was the referee. [yawns] anyway, good morning. text me when you wake up.

2nd november 2024 at 11:11 am

— babe [chuckles] stop leaving me on voicemail i know you’re up. you just wanna hear my voice don’t you? [sighs] well here we are i love you i love you i love you there okay? now call me back babygirl

reblog and follow 3 all rights reserved ©maxriss please do not copy, save, or translate my stories. this is no place for hate and violence, kindly maintain love and peace.

[trashytracktales]

Giiiirl the dry humping ask with Lando is so freaking on point! And with that gray sweater from the pic you just put in tour answer things just got waaaaaaay hotter.

Just imagine the stain from the huge wet spot you'd make there, riding him with his guidance and a husky low voice in your ear, telling you just how good you're making him feel🫠🫠🫠

Aw hell naw what did I just say :)

But like... 👀 think about how you’d feel it first. A slow, throbbing heat beneath you, how he’s already getting hard, pressing up against your core through those sweats. How his breathing gets heavier by the second, his fingers gripping tighter as he starts rocking up into you, because he may be lazy but he’s still a needy mess.

He’d for sure chuckle a bit at the situation, and he WILL put that big mouth of his to work, because it’s so easy to tease with a little Feel that, baby? How hard you’re making me? You’re not stopping now, are you?

[theonottsbxtch]

HEAR ME (PURPLE LACED BRA) | LN4

an: i've been dying to post something to this so i'm glad i finally have something written - hope you guys enjoy it! go listen to so close to what!!

wc: 4.6k

THE MUSIC WAS DEAFENING, the bass shaking the floor beneath her heels, but she barely heard it. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, half-watching the celebration unfold in front of her. The club was packed—champagne bottles with sparklers, models draped over the backs of velvet sofas, cameras flashing every few seconds. And at the centre of it all was Lando.

He was grinning, drink in hand, surrounded by his team and a few celebrities she half-recognised. Another win. Another podium. Another reason for the world to love him. And they did—God, they did. Everyone wanted a piece of him.

She used to feel lucky just to stand beside him. Now, she wasn’t sure if she even existed in his world at all.

A hand brushed against the small of her back. She startled, turning to see Lando looking down at her with that easy, practised smirk—the one that melted screens and made headlines.

“Where’ve you disappeared to?” he asked, pulling her into his side. His hand rested low on her waist, fingers playing at the hem of her dress. He didn’t wait for an answer before leaning down, his lips grazing her ear. “Come on, don’t do that thing where you get all quiet on me.”

Her jaw clenched. He said it like it was a mood she put on, like she was being difficult. But what was the point of speaking when he never heard her?

So she did what she always did. She tilted her head, plastered on a smile, let him pull her closer. He liked her like this—silent, beautiful, easy.

A photographer stepped forward, camera ready. Lando straightened, his grip tightening just slightly, and just like that, she knew her role. She shifted towards him, leant into the picture, let them capture exactly what they wanted: The driver and his perfect girl.

But she was starting to wonder if that was all she would ever be.

The camera flash flickered, catching the sharp angles of Lando’s jaw, the gleam of his watch, the perfect way her body fit against his. The photographer gave him a nod of approval before turning away, already chasing after someone else worth capturing.

Lando exhaled through his nose, his grip on her easing now that the moment had passed. “See?” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her temple. “Was that so hard?”

Her smile didn’t waver. It never did. But something in her chest twisted so tightly she almost felt breathless.

He turned back to his conversation, already lost in some animated discussion about the race, his hands moving as he recounted the final laps. She knew the words before they left his mouth—the same adrenaline-fuelled debrief he gave after every win. The late braking, the perfect strategy call, the rivals he left in his dust.

He was electric when he spoke about racing. It was the only time she ever saw him truly alive.

She used to love watching him like this. Now, she just felt like a shadow beside him.

Her fingers skimmed the rim of her untouched drink as she scanned the room. Everywhere she looked, people were watching him. Not her. Never her. She could disappear right now and no one would notice.

Well—almost no one.

Lando’s teammates, Oscar, was watching her from across the table. He had that knowing look in his eye, the one that made her stomach twist. He always seemed to see things, things she wasn’t ready to admit.

She turned away before he could say anything.

“I’m going to the loo,” she said quietly, but Lando didn’t even glance at her. He just gave a distracted nod, still deep in conversation.

Of course.

She stepped away, weaving through the throng of people, their laughter and shouting merging into white noise. The ladies’ toilets were tucked behind a velvet curtain, far enough from the chaos that the music was just a dull thud in the walls. She pushed open the door and exhaled, gripping the edge of the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She looked exactly how she was supposed to. The perfect dress, the flawless makeup, the effortless kind of beauty that people expected from the girlfriend of a star.

But looking perfect had never felt so exhausting.

The door swung open behind her, and she braced herself, half-expecting one of the other WAGs to stroll in. Instead, it was Oscar.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “You alright?”

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Maybe.” His gaze didn’t waver. “But I think you should hear yourself answer it.”

Her throat tightened.

Because the truth was, she wasn’t alright. And she was starting to think she never had been.

She turned back to the mirror, gripping the porcelain edge of the sink as if it could steady her. Behind her, Oscar hadn’t moved. He wasn’t pushing her to answer, but his silence said enough.

“I’m fine,” she said, forcing the words out smoothly. Too smoothly.

Oscar huffed a quiet breath, tilting his head slightly. “That’s not the answer I was hoping for.”

She met his gaze in the mirror, and for a second, something flickered in her chest—something that made her want to fold, to speak, to say all the things she’d been swallowing down for too long.

But what was the point? She could scream at the top of her lungs, and Lando still wouldn’t hear her.

She turned away, brushing past Oscar as she pulled open the door. “I should get back.”

“Should you?” His voice was quiet but steady.

She paused.

Oscar sighed, shifting his weight. “Look, I know it’s not my business, but I see the way he looks at you. And I see the way you look when he’s not.”

Her breath hitched slightly. She hated that he noticed. She hated that someone had caught onto the thing she’d spent months trying to ignore.

Still, she forced a light laugh, giving him an amused glance over her shoulder. “You analysing me now?”

His lips twitched. “You could say that. You know, body positioning determines whether or not someone’s actually listening.”

The words sent a sharp pang through her chest.

Because Lando never did listen. She could whisper in his ear, touch him, scream until her throat was raw—but the only time he truly paid attention was when she was undressing, when she was playing the role he wanted her to. And maybe she’d accepted that for a while, maybe she’d let herself believe that was just part of loving someone like him.

But now… now it felt suffocating.

Her phone buzzed.

Lando: Where’d you go? Come back.

No “Are you okay?” No “Do you need me?” Just come back. Like she was a misplaced watch or a forgotten drink.

She swallowed the bitter lump in her throat, forcing another easy smile as she tucked her phone away. “I should go.”

Oscar didn’t stop her. He just nodded, but the look in his eyes stayed with her as she slipped back into the club, where Lando was waiting.

Waiting for her.

Not her thoughts, not her words, not the things that made her her. Just her body, her presence, her silence.

And she was starting to wonder if that was all she’d ever be to him.

The night dragged on. More drinks, more cameras, more mindless conversations she wasn’t part of. She stayed close to Lando, playing the role as she always did, but she felt herself slipping further and further away.

By the time he decided they were leaving, she felt like a ghost in her own body.

As Lando shook hands and exchanged goodbyes with the people that mattered, she glanced towards the bar, her eyes catching on Oscar.

He was already looking at her. His expression was unreadable, but there was something steady in his gaze—something that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

Before she could stop herself, she gave him a small, tired smile.

Oscar didn’t smile back, but the way his jaw clenched slightly told her enough.

Lando’s hand landed on her hip, pulling her back into focus. “Come on,” he murmured, already leading her towards the exit, towards his car, towards another night of being exactly what he wanted.

The drive back to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the McLaren filling the silence between them. Lando was relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on her bare thigh.

She stared out the window, watching the city blur past, her thoughts tangled.

Would he hear me more if I whispered? If I touched him the way he wanted? If I played this part forever?

Would he ever hear me?

She barely realised they’d arrived until the car pulled smoothly into the hotel’s private entrance. The valet opened her door, and she stepped out into the warm night air, still feeling that lingering touch on her skin.

The lift ride was just as silent. Lando didn’t notice—he was scrolling through his phone, probably checking messages, reading about his win, soaking in the world’s praise.

She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself.

The moment they stepped into their suite, the tension shifted.

Before she could even take a breath, Lando’s hands were on her, spinning her towards him.

She barely had time to react before he had her pressed against the wall, his body firm against hers, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he murmured against her skin.

She swallowed, her hands coming up to his chest, pushing lightly. “I’m tired.”

Lando barely hesitated. “Come on,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her jaw, his hands sliding over her hips. “Don’t do that.”

That.

That meaning the exhaustion in her voice. That meaning the part of her that wanted something more than this.

“I’m not in the mood, Lando.” Her voice was firmer this time.

He let out a sharp exhale, pulling back just enough to look at her properly. His dark eyes scanned her face, and for a second, she thought—hoped—that maybe he’d see something. Maybe he’d hear something.

But then he just scoffed. “You’re always bloody tired these days.”

And just like that, she knew.

There was no concern in his voice. No question of what was wrong. No care for why she felt like this, for why she had been drifting further and further from him. Just frustration. Just disappointment that she wasn’t giving him what he wanted.

She forced herself to hold his gaze, even as something inside her cracked wide open. “I think I’m going to take a bath.”

Lando studied her for a moment longer, then ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. “Yeah, whatever.”

And then—just like that—he turned and walked out of the suite, the door clicking shut behind him.

She stood there, frozen.

Not surprised. Not angry.

Just… empty.

And that was the worst part.

She moved through the next couple of hours on autopilot.

She took off her makeup, wiped away the remnants of the night. She ran a bath but barely stayed in it long enough for the heat to sink into her skin. She changed into one of Lando’s oversized shirts, something she always did before bed—more out of habit than comfort now.

And then she sat.

Just sat on the edge of their bed, staring at nothing, the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Her body ached with exhaustion, but her mind wouldn’t shut off. The weight in her chest pressed heavier and heavier until it finally cracked, and before she even realised it, tears spilled over her cheeks.

She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to blink them away. What the hell is wrong with me?

It wasn’t like this was new. Lando had always been like this. She had always been an accessory to him, something to be looked at, shown off, touched when it suited him.

But tonight felt different.

Tonight, she had said no. And he had walked away like she was nothing more than an inconvenience.

A quiet sob broke from her throat, and she buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

She didn’t even hear the door open at first.

It wasn’t until she caught the heavy thud of something hitting the sofa that she jolted upright, quickly wiping at her tear-streaked face. Her heart pounded as she turned towards the noise, her breath catching in her throat.

Lando was slumped on the suite’s sofa, looking barely conscious. And standing over him, an arm still half-draped around his shoulders, was Oscar.

Her stomach twisted. “What—?”

Oscar let out a breath, straightening up and shaking his head. “Your boyfriend’s had one too many.”

Her eyes flickered back to Lando. His head lolled against the cushion, his shirt slightly rumpled, his hair a mess. He was clearly out of it.

She swallowed, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Where did you find him?”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair, looking both exasperated and unimpressed. “Slumped in the back of the club, surrounded by people who were more interested in snapping pictures of him than making sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit.” His gaze flicked to hers. “Figured you might want to know.”

Her chest tightened.

Of course. Of course this was how he handled things—getting wasted, drowning himself in attention that didn’t require him to actually feel anything. It was easier than facing his own reflection.

Or maybe… it was easier than facing her.

She let out a slow breath, rubbing at her temple. “Thanks for bringing him back.”

Oscar nodded but didn’t move. He was watching her carefully, like he could still see too much.

Like maybe, just maybe, he knew she had been sitting here crying before he walked in.

Her hands curled into fists in her lap. “You don’t have to stay.”

Oscar hesitated for half a second before his jaw tightened, and he gave a small, reluctant nod. “Alright.”

But as he moved towards the door, he paused, glancing over his shoulder. “You know… if you ever get tired of this,” he gestured vaguely to Lando’s slumped form, “you don’t have to stay.”

Her throat closed up.

Oscar didn’t wait for an answer. He just slipped out the door, leaving her alone with the man who was supposed to love her.

But as she sat there, staring at Lando—passed out, blissfully unaware—she realised something.

She had never felt lonelier in her life.

She sat down on the floor beside the sofa, pulling her knees up to her chest. The carpet was soft beneath her, but everything else felt unbearably sharp.

Her gaze flickered over Lando’s face—the strong jawline, the perfect cheekbones, the dark lashes that cast faint shadows against his skin. He looked almost peaceful like this, lost in whatever drunken haze he had drowned himself in.

Her chest ached as she reached out, fingers threading gently through his hair. It was soft beneath her touch, familiar in a way that made her heart hurt even more.

A quiet sob broke from her lips as she whispered, “Why wasn’t I enough?”

She had loved him so fiercely. She had stood by him, supported him, adored him. She had been everything he wanted her to be—poised, beautiful, silent when it mattered.

And yet, as she sat there, her tears slipping onto the fabric of his shirt, she finally understood.

She had fallen in love with him. But he had only ever fallen in love with her body.

Her hands curled into fists in his shirt as a quiet, broken sound left her throat. She had spent so long trying to be heard, to be seen, but the truth was devastatingly simple. Lando had never wanted to know her. He had never cared about her thoughts, her fears, her soul.

Only how she looked standing beside him. Only how she felt beneath him.

A shaky breath shuddered through her as she slowly pulled back.

Her gaze landed on his phone, lying loosely in his hand.

For a long moment, she just stared at it.

Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she carefully pried it from his grip. He didn’t stir. She tilted it towards his face, and with a soft sound, the lock screen vanished.

Her heart pounded as she pulled up his messages, ready to text Oscar.

But she never got that far.

Because the moment she opened his messages, her stomach dropped.

Hundreds.

Hundreds of messages.

All from different girls.

Some were old, buried beneath months of conversations. Others were recent. Some from tonight.

Her breath caught in her throat as she scrolled. He hadn’t even bothered to be subtle. Flirty messages, suggestive photos, hotel room numbers exchanged without hesitation.

Like it was nothing.

Like she was nothing.

A sharp, painful lump formed in her throat, but no more tears came. Maybe because there was nothing left to grieve.

Because the man she thought she loved?

He had never existed.

Her hands shook slightly as she backed out of the messages and pulled up his texts. She typed quickly, her fingers moving without hesitation.

Lando: What’s your room number?

The reply came almost instantly.

Oscar: Why?

She swallowed hard, staring at the screen. Then, without another thought, she typed back.

Lando: Please. Just tell me.

There was a long pause. Then—

Oscar: 2209.

She exhaled slowly, then locked the phone and set it back beside Lando.

For the first time in a long, long time, she knew exactly what she needed to do.

And for the first time—she wasn’t going to ask for permission.

She didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t stop to second-guess herself.

For so long, she had been trapped in this cycle—ignoring the things she didn’t want to see, pretending everything was fine. But now? The truth had cracked open in front of her, and there was no going back.

She stood up, wiping at her face, even though no more tears had fallen. Her body felt strangely light, like the weight pressing down on her for months had finally started to lift.

But she wasn’t free yet.

She grabbed a bag from the wardrobe, moving quickly, shoving in the essentials—her passport, her wallet, a few clothes. Enough to get her away from here, away from him.

She hesitated when she reached for one of Lando’s oversized shirts—the one she was still wearing. Then, with a bitter exhale, she pulled it off, yanking on a cropped tank top and a pair of shorts instead.

This wasn’t his to keep anymore.

Without a second glance, she slung the bag over her shoulder and walked out of the suite, her pulse hammering as she stepped into the empty hallway.

She didn’t look back.

The corridor outside 2209 was quiet.

Her hands felt clammy as she knocked once. A part of her expected Oscar to ignore it, to assume it was Lando being drunk and annoying.

But after a moment, the door cracked open, and Oscar stood there, his brows pulling together the second he saw her.

“What the hell—?”

“I—” Her voice wavered, and suddenly, everything hit her all at once. The weight of the last few hours. The betrayal. The realisation that the man she had given her heart to had never truly wanted it in the first place.

She dropped her gaze, blinking hard. “I can’t—I can’t stay there.”

Oscar was silent for a beat. Then, without another word, he stepped aside, pulling the door open wider.

She hesitated, guilt twisting in her stomach. “I—I’ll book my own room. I just—needed to get out.”

Oscar’s jaw tensed, his eyes scanning her face. “You’re not booking a hotel at—” he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, “—two in the bloody morning.”

She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet huff. “For fuck’s sake, just—get in.”

Her throat closed up, but she nodded, stepping inside as he shut the door behind her.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows. She stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with herself. The adrenaline that had carried her here was wearing off, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion and heartbreak.

She felt Oscar watching her.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” His voice was steady. Not pushing, not demanding. Just there.

That was what undid her.

Because when was the last time anyone had asked her how she felt? When was the last time someone had wanted to hear what she had to say—without conditions, without expectations?

Her shoulders shook as she sucked in a breath, her hand coming up to cover her face.

And then she broke.

A strangled sob ripped from her throat as she sank onto the edge of the bed, the tears she had been holding back finally crashing over her.

Oscar didn’t say anything.

He just moved.

She barely registered it at first—the dip of the mattress beside her, the way his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.

For a moment, she stiffened. She wasn’t used to this—to comfort without expectation. But Oscar just held her, warm and solid, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back.

She sobbed harder.

“He never loved me,” she whispered through the tears, her fingers curling into his t-shirt. “I—I thought he did, but he just—he just loved the way I looked. The way I made him look.”

Oscar’s grip on her tightened. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. “I know.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “I was so stupid.”

Oscar exhaled sharply. “You weren’t stupid.”

She let out a hollow laugh. “Then what was I?”

Oscar was quiet for a long time. Then—

“You were in love.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

And maybe that was the worst part.

Because she still was.

Oscar didn’t pull away. He just kept holding her, letting her cry against him. His hands were steady on her back, his touch warm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel like she was carrying the weight of the world on her own shoulders.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, voice muffled in his shirt, her tears soaking into the fabric. “I thought… I thought I could fix it. But I don’t even know who he is anymore. Or who I am to him.”

Oscar’s hand smoothed through her hair, the motion gentle. “You don’t have to fix anything, alright?” he said softly, his voice low and comforting. “You don’t owe him anything. You only owe yourself the truth.”

She nodded weakly, though it felt like a hundred-pound weight was sitting on her chest.

He let her cry for as long as she needed, and when the sobs finally slowed, he shifted slightly, coaxing her to lie down.

“Let me get you into bed,” he murmured.

She wanted to protest, but she was too tired—physically and emotionally—so she allowed him to help her, shifting her legs as he gently guided her onto the mattress. Oscar tucked the blanket around her and, for a moment, just stood there, looking down at her.

Her eyelids were heavy, but she managed to lift her head slightly to meet his eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft, barely a whisper.

Oscar gave her a small smile, but there was no mockery, no playfulness in it—just something real. “Get some sleep. I’m right here.”

She didn’t have the strength to say anything else. Her eyes fluttered shut, and before she knew it, the exhaustion of the day caught up with her.

When she woke up, the room was bathed in the soft morning light. She blinked a few times, groggy, trying to remember where she was, what had happened.

Then the events of the night came flooding back, and her chest squeezed with pain.

But as she stirred beneath the covers, she realised the weight on her was gone. There was no harshness, no cold emptiness pressing in on her. Instead, she smelled something familiar. Something warm.

She turned her head, and there, sitting at the desk, was Oscar.

He was holding a tray with a simple breakfast—croissants, fruit, and coffee. “Morning,” he said with a small smile, looking up from the screen of his phone.

Her stomach grumbled, and she smiled weakly, appreciating the gesture more than she could express. “I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, sitting up slowly.

Oscar grinned, though there was something soft in his eyes. “Well, you’ve had a rough night, haven’t you? Figured you could use something other than room service for a change.”

She nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel completely alone.

After a few moments of eating in silence, she reached for her phone. The screen lit up with a message notification—nothing from Lando.

Her heart skipped, but she told herself not to feel disappointed.

She unlocked her phone and opened Instagram, the app taking a moment to load. She tapped through her feed absentmindedly, but her thumb froze as her eyes landed on a photo—Lando, in his usual athletic wear, standing on a padel court, laughing with some other drivers.

He hadn’t noticed.

She stared at the photo for a long, long time.

He hadn’t even thought to message her.

There it was again. That crushing, suffocating truth.

She had spent the entire night worrying about him, about why he hadn’t cared, about why he had left her feeling like this.

And there he was, looking perfectly fine. Having fun. Living his life without a single care in the world about what she had gone through.

Her breath hitched, and she set her phone down, her hands trembling.

It hit her all over again—the truth that Lando had never cared about her in the way she had hoped. He never would.

The realisation was sharp and brutal. And this time, it didn’t feel like the first time she had felt heartbroken—it felt like the first time she had truly woken up.

She looked up at Oscar, her breath still shaky. He was watching her, waiting for something.

“Lando’s out there,” she whispered, her voice a little too quiet, too small. “He’s out there, laughing, living his life, like nothing happened.”

Oscar nodded, but his expression wasn’t pitying. It wasn’t anything like the way Lando would have looked at her in that moment. “Yeah. He is.”

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore.”

Oscar’s gaze softened, and he set the breakfast tray down beside her. He sat next to her on the bed, his hand brushing hers. “You don’t have to figure it out right now.”

She met his eyes, and this time, there was a calmness inside her—a stillness, like she was beginning to see herself for the first time in forever.

“I’m not going to let you stay in that toxic shit,” Oscar said, his voice steady. “You’ve already put up with it for too long. But if you need time, I’m here.”

She didn’t have the words to express what she was feeling, but for once, she didn’t need to.

“Thank you,” she whispered again, the words feeling like the most sincere thing she’d said in a long time.

And in that moment, as she sat beside Oscar, she realised—maybe she could finally let go. Maybe it wasn’t about fixing things with Lando. Maybe it was about fixing herself.

the end.

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strip poker | lando norris

synopsis: in which a simple flight from Africa turns into something fun and endearing

a/n: based on this request!

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Flying with Lando was always a fun endeavor.

Why?

Mainly because you never knew which side of him you were going to get.

He would either get very quiet and sleep and cuddle with you the entire flight, ignoring everybody around him; or, he would go wild, demand that everybody entertain him because he was bored and he wanted to play something with everyone.

And this time, as you were on the flight back to Monaco with Lando, Oscar and a couple other people from the team, it was the latter side of Lando that made an appearance.

Which is precisely the reason how they ended up playing strip poker, while you opted to sit it out and read your book on your Kindle device.

Even though Lando had begged you to play with them (mainly because he wanted to see you in less clothes than you were wearing, of course).

"Please? Just one game and then you can rest" he had whined, his lips jutted out into a cute pout which almost made you change your mind.

Key word: almost.

You shook your head, giggling at Lando's antics.

“I’m no good at poker, and I really don’t feel like having you explain everything to me a thousand times because we both know I won’t get it” you said, smiling fondly at him.

It was true, unfortunately.

Lando had always loved a good game of poker, especially with Max and his close friends.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t understand the game for the life of you. Yes, you would get the basics, but everything beyond that was just too much for you.

Not to mention that your poker face sucked ass.

“Are you sure? I’m sure Oscar wouldn’t mind” he said, giving it one last try.

Oscar, having been setting up the game next to you, turned his head towards you and nodded with a friendly smile.

Oh, he was too innocent for Lando’s version of poker.

“I’m sure. I have a really good book here, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a peek from time to time to see how you’re doing” you said, patting his cheek before pecking his lips and pushing him towards Oscar.

He huffed but agreed, eager to finally show Oscar how the Norris men played poker.

♡♡♡♡♡

"NO! You're cheating, I refuse to believe this, Oscar!" Lando's loud voice boomed through the small cabin of the plane.

For the past hour, there was only soft chatter and laughter gravitating your way from where the boys were playing poker.

Then, slowly and gradually, the laughter started to cease, only to be replaced by Lando's shrieks and accusations of cheating thrown at Oscar and other members of the McLaren team that were flying with you guys.

Giggling to yourself, you looked up from your Kindle and saw that Lando was taking off his sweatshirt, leaving him topless and furiously red in the face.

"What's going on?" you asked, biting your lip as you looked at the group.

Lando didn’t say anything, but his face was doing all the speaking for him.

He was fuming, staring daggers at Oscar while the Aussie couldn’t stop laughing at his antics.

“Lando is just a sore loser” Oscar said after he finally let his laughter die down.

“That’s not true! YOU’RE CHEATING” Lando shouted back, making both you and Oscar laugh even louder than before.

You threw your head back and kept laughing at how your boyfriend was adamant that Oscar was somehow cheating, all the while he was pouting as he stared back at you with a defeated look.

“It’s not funny, you know” he said as he got up to stretch, making his way over to your little reading corner you had set up for yourself.

You smiled, reaching up to hold his cheek in your hand.

“We both know it’s hilarious, baby” you cooed, scrunching your your nose as Lando glared at you.

He hated it when you babied him in front of other people, but you knew he secretly enjoyed it, but just didn’t want to admit it.

“Can you come play now? I’m bored and I’m losing because you aren’t playing with me” Lando said, pouting.

You cocked your head, prepared to argue with him because you weren’t feeling it.

But when you saw the desperate look in Lando’s eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him.

And so you found yourself sitting next to Lando, losing impeccably at the game of poker against Oscar and the other team members.

Article after article of clothing was flying off of you, but Lando suddenly became aware of the fact that if you lost another game, you would have to take off your hoodie and show your bra to the other guys, which is when he put a stop to the game.

“Okay, that’s enough for today” he had suddenly said, after you had lost yet another round of poker and was starting to take off your hoodie.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed, your hoodie already half-way off, just under your bra.

Lando huffed, taking your hand and pulling you up with him back to your little corner on the plane.

He guided you to sit down in your seat, got you settled and then sat down next to you, shuffling until he was resting his head on your chest.

You brought your hand up to twiddle with the strands of his curls, enjoying the soft hair beneath your fingers and scratching Lando’s scalp, something he loved beyond words.

“Why did you stop the game so suddenly? I thought you had wanted me to play with you guys” you asked, your tone quiet so nobody else would hear you.

Lando huffed, burying his head further into the fabric of your hoodie.

He mumbled something into your chest, but the fabric in the way blocked everything out, preventing you from understanding what he was saying.

"I can't hear you, Lan" you said softly, craning your neck to look at him better.

He sighed and lifted his head slightly, still pouting.

"I said, I didn't want the others to see you without your clothes on" he murmured, and understanding suddenly washed over you.

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about that.

McLaren was just as much your second family as it was Lando's, and you'd never shied away from any of them, being very comfortable with every member of his team.

But you realized that while you loved them all equally like your brothers, the thought of any of them seeing you naked wasn't particularly comfortable to you.

Especially Oscar, who was shy enough and introverted as it is.

"Oh, I completely forgot about that part when I said I'd play. I'm sorry, I should've said no" you said, softly running your hands through his hair and caressing his cheek.

Lando sighed and got up, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and helping you settle in his side.

"I should've thought about that before I asked you to play with us. Stupid me" he murmured, his lips now pressed against your forehead.

You giggled, not bothering to contradict him because you knew he was partially correct.

And that's how, instead of continuing the game of strip poker, the two of you spent the remaining of the flight cuddled into each other, snoozing softly.

With Lando still topless and mad he had lost.

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Lando Norris

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Straight to you

| 1.2k | Summary: Y/N, captivated by photos of her friend Lando Norris at a gala, sends a bold, flirtatious text that shifts their dynamic. Days later, Lando surprises her at her apartment, confessing his feelings and revealing he can't hold back anymore. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Snowed-In Together

| 1.3k | Summary: Y/N and Lando’s road trip to a cabin turns into a bickering match, but after a heartfelt moment, they share a kiss. By the end of the storm, their rivalry has transformed into something more.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The fire between us

| 7.4k | +18 | Summary: Trapped in a Swiss cabin during a snowstorm, Lando and Y/N, who’ve been friends for less than a year, are left alone. As they play strip poker, hidden feelings surface, leading to a playful, intimate night where their connection deepens.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Burning desire

| 3.8k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando's heated confrontation spirals into a fiery mix of anger and desire. Their argument ignites into a passionate kiss, leading to an intense moment of intimacy. Amidst the chaos, they both sense something real between them, though they're uncertain about what it means for their future.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More than enough

| 3.3k | Summary: Y/N feels out of place in Lando’s glamorous world, but he reassures her that he loves her for who she is.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The accidental spark

| 1.1k | Summary: During a snowy Christmas getaway, Y/N and Lando’s constant bickering hides unspoken tension. A heated argument in the snow leads to an accidental kiss, revealing deeper feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The snowfall before the storm

| 2.6k | Summary: Forced to share a bed on a Christmas trip, longtime "enemies" Y/N and Lando wake up cuddled. Lando confesses he’s always wanted her close, and Y/N admits she feels the same, turning years of fake hate into love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The taste of desire

| 4k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando share a flirtatious, passionate moment while cooking, ending with a kiss and a mutual desire to explore their chemistry.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Christmas Party

| 4.6k | Summary: At a Christmas party hosted by a mutual friend, Lando overhears Y/N confessing her feelings for him to one of her friends. Amused, he teases her until she admits it directly, and to her surprise, Lando confesses that he feels the same way.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 3.1k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N have been dating for a few weeks but haven't been intimate yet. As they're getting ready to go out one night, Lando suddenly confesses his intense desire.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Merry Christmas, I miss you”

| 4.9k | Summary: Y/n and Lando, who broke up two years ago, reconnect during the holiday season. Despite their past, they still have feelings for each other. They spend time together in London, rekindling their bond but agree to take things slow.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Snowstorm Argument

| 1.4k | Summary: Y/N and Lando go to a cabin to reconnect, but his constant phone use for work frustrates her. After a tense argument, Y/N feels ignored. After a heartfelt conversation, Lando promises to make her a priority, and they start to heal their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holiday Movie Marathon

| 1.7k | Summary: Y/N attends a spontaneous movie night at Lando’s, where their usual banter deepens into a confession of feelings. Lando reveals he feels the same, and they share a kiss. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 2.8k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N had been friends for some time, having met through mutual friends. Lando had been attracted to Y/N from the moment they met, and his admiration for her only grew over time—particularly for her breasts. He thought no one knew about his fixation, but Y/N had figured it out. Once she realized Lando's obsession, she started wearing more revealing tops whenever she knew they would be in the same place. One night, when they ended up alone, Y/N began teasing Lando with her breasts. It was then that she confessed she knew about his attraction.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Merry Christmas, I miss you”

| 4.9k | Summary: Y/n and Lando, who broke up two years ago, reconnect during the holiday season. Despite their past, they still have feelings for each other. They spend time together in London, rekindling their bond but agree to take things slow.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Snowstorm Argument

| 1.4k | Summary: Y/N and Lando go to a cabin to reconnect, but his constant phone use for work frustrates her. After a tense argument, Y/N feels ignored. After a heartfelt conversation, Lando promises to make her a priority, and they start to heal their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holiday Movie Marathon

| 1.7k | Summary: Y/N attends a spontaneous movie night at Lando’s, where their usual banter deepens into a confession of feelings. Lando reveals he feels the same, and they share a kiss. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 2.8k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N had been friends for some time, having met through mutual friends. Lando had been attracted to Y/N from the moment they met, and his admiration for her only grew over time—particularly for her breasts. He thought no one knew about his fixation, but Y/N had figured it out. Once she realized Lando's obsession, she started wearing more revealing tops whenever she knew they would be in the same place. One night, when they ended up alone, Y/N began teasing Lando with her breasts. It was then that she confessed she knew about his attraction.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Unwanted Wingman

| 2.1k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N is encouraged to confess her feelings to Ed, but Lando interrupts, admitting that he likes her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Invitation That Changed Everything

| 4.5k | +18 | Summary: When Y/N spends Christmas at Lando’s family home, a quiet night on the couch takes an unexpected turn. Playful teasing gives way to lingering touches and a kiss that blurs the line between friendship and something deeper.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Secret Santa Gift

| 1.8k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N receives a gift from Lando, her Secret Santa. After realizing his feelings, she meets him in Hyde Park, where Lando confesses his love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Christmas Crush

| 1.3k | Summary: At Lando’s holiday party, Y/N, overwhelmed by her crush on him, retreats to the kitchen. Max teases her about it, and Lando overhears, confessing that he feels the same.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Number One

| 4.1k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N nervously gives Lando a Secret Santa gift with a very special meaning. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Unexpected Gift

| 1.6k | Summary: Lando surprises Y/N with a very special gift, and she realizes just how much he values their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Late-Night Snowfall Kiss

| 1.4k | Summary: On a snowy evening, Y/N and Lando share a quiet moment on the balcony, where a tender kiss reveals the depth of their unspoken feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Worthy of You

| 4k | Summary: Lando rented a cabin in France for Christmas but couldn’t enjoy it when Y/N suddenly left. Desperate, he flew back to England, where she admitted overhearing his doubts about being worthy of her. Lando confessed his love, and Y/N revealed she felt the same but feared rejection.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The weight of the spotlight

| 1.5k | Summary: Lando and Y/N go public with their relationship, but media scrutiny overwhelms her. Criticized for not smiling or posing for photos, she finds comfort in Lando’s unwavering support, knowing they can face it together.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Bold Surprise

| 4.6k | +18 | Summary: Y/N has been dating Lando for a month, and despite their undeniable chemistry, they haven't crossed the final line. One evening, Y/N decides to surprise him with a daring gesture—wearing sexy lingerie to show a bold, more confident side of herself. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Christmas Morning

| 3.9k | +18 | Summary: Morning sex with Lando on Christmas morning

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Ultimate Distraction

| 1.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando, a new couple just a month into their relationship, are still exploring the exciting depths of their connection, both emotionally and physically. While visiting Lando’s apartment in Monaco, Y/N finds herself craving his attention late one night as he’s absorbed in a gaming session in the room next to his bedroom. Unable to resist her desire, she decides to surprise him by slipping under his desk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Under the Stars

| 3.2k | +18 | Summary: After months of pinning after Y/N, Lando finally brings her to Monaco. He takes her on a yacht, where things escalate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Barcelona Nights

| 3.9k | +18 | Summary: YN gets caught masturbating in the hotel room by Lando.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Tension Between Us

| 4.7k | +18 | Summary: Y/n, shy and reluctant, has been resisting Lando’s advances for months. After accidentally flashing him at a gathering, their tension builds, and Y/n eventually gives in to their chemistry.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Art of Surrender

| 3.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, dealing with back pain, reluctantly lets Lando, give her a massage. As his hands work through her tension, an undeniable chemistry builds between them. The massage becomes a turning point, revealing unspoken emotions and desires.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More Than a Ride Home

| 3.1k | Summary: Y/N and Lando share a close New Year's Eve, leading to a deeper connection and the realization of their feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Caught in the Act

| 2.5k | +18 | Summary: Lando catches Y/N touching herself and moaning his name

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To New Beginnings

| 6.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/n and Lando share a passionate kiss on New Year’s Eve, leading to an intimate connection. Despite her hesitations, Y/n gives in to the growing attraction between them.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tempting Surprises

| 3.2k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/n have been dating for two months and are both in love but haven’t confessed. One Friday, Y/n decides to surprise Lando and finally take their relationship further. She asks him for money, buys sexy lingerie, and models it for him during dinner. As she reveals the final set, the tension between them escalates.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Picture That Changed Everything

| 4.5k | Summary: A drunken mistake intensifies Lando and Y/N's playful dynamic, forcing Y/N to confront her growing feelings. After a Grand Prix win, Lando returns to London, ready to prove his love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Monaco Experience

| 2.9k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando, newly in a relationship, and Lando finally invites Y/N to Monaco to stay at his apartment.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lando's Obsession

| 3k | +18 | Summary: Lando has an obsession for Y/N's boobs

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Fine Line Between Hate and Desire

| 4.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, a journalist covering a charity golf event, clashes with Formula 1 star Lando Norris, whose playful arrogance sparks heated banter. As the day progresses, their tension shifts into undeniable attraction, leaving Y/N torn between resisting his charm and surrendering to the unexpected connection.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sweet Surprise

| 2.7k | +18 | Summary: Lando finds Y/N's sex toy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 First Time

| 5.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando finds out Y/N is a virgin.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Good Girl

| 5.4k | +18 | Summary: A quiet night in takes an unexpected turn when Y/n decides to spice things up, leading to a heated and intimate encounter that deepens her connection with Lando in ways neither of them anticipated.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sports Car

| 3.6k | +18 | Summary: Based on Sports Car by Tate Mcrae

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Birthday Sex in Monaco

| 4.2k | +18 | Summary: Y/N's parents take her to Monaco for her birthday. On her second day there, she meets Lando Norris, an F1 driver. Things escalate quickly as the chemistry between them grows.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Kiss Tax

| 2.2k | +18 | Summary: Y/N doesn't like Lando's stubble.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Raw

| 2.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N have sex without a condom for the first time. He cums inside her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wedding Night

| 4.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N shared their first night as husband and wife, their love unfolding in soft, unhurried touches.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Beyond the Finish Line

| 2.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N, a professional ski racer, celebrate her first medal victory.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At Her Mercy

| 5.9k | +18 | Summary: For the first time in her relationship with Lando, Y/N takes charge in the bedroom, and Lando becomes submissive.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Safe with Me

| 1.3k | Summary: Lando has a nightmare and Y/N comforts him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lost in You

| 3.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando accidentally comes inside Y/N for the first time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Back to You

| 6.6k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, heartbroken after Lando vanished nine months ago, sees a tabloid photo of him with another woman. Determined for answers, she flies to Monaco. Their confrontation turns heated, months of tension igniting into passion. As anger and desire blur, they realize they still want each other

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At His Mercy

| 6.5k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N try handcuffs and blindfolds in the bedroom.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Between Goodbyes and Forevers

| 2.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando has to leave to prepare for the new season, and Y/N is super sad and clingy. He comforts her, and they have emotional goodbye sex.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pillow Talk

| 2.8k | Summary: Lando and Y/N cuddle in bed after a long, tiring day.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the girls

| 2.3k | +18 | Summary: Based on the song One of the girls by The Weeknd

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eighteen Minutes

| 5.7k | +18 | Summary: Y/N is terrible at time management and is chronically late to every event or meetup. She tries to change this habit. Lando and she make a deal: for every minute she is late to an event, he gets to edge her. And he’s clearly enjoying it much more than she is.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shattered Trust

| 7.3k | Summary: Y/N discovers that she is pregnant with Lando's child. Instead of confiding in him about the unexpected news, she decides to keep her pregnancy a secret and, overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty about the future, she chooses to have an abortion without telling him. Eventually, Lando learns about her decision.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Between Pain and Pleasure

| 2.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N is on her period and suffering from cramps, so Lando suggests having sex to help ease the pain—she agrees.

Oscar Piastri

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Until you noticed me

| 2.8k | Summary: At a rooftop party, Y/N and Oscar’s friendship takes a turn when Oscar’s protective instincts reveal his deeper feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Can You Stop Smiling?"

| 1.3k | Summary: Y/N and her best friend, Oscar, have always had a special connection, but this holiday season, things feel different. At a party, Oscar nervously admits he wants to kiss her, and Y/N reveals she’s been waiting for him to make a move. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One Bold Comment

| 1.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N has a thing for Oscar's teeth. She jokingly says she wants to ride his face—and then she does.

[satellite-evans]

Panic

a/n : enjoy whatever this is lol

Warnings : fluff, giving birth

Lando had spent years perfecting his ability to handle high-pressure situations. Split-second decisions at 200 miles per hour? No problem. Dodging crashes? Easy. Keeping calm when his entire race strategy was turned upside down? He could manage that.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for this.

“OH MY GOD, THIS IS HAPPENING,” Lando screeched, pacing frantically around the hospital room as you gripped the bedrails, wincing through another contraction.

You turned your head toward him, sweat dripping down your forehead. “Lando, I swear to God—”

“I mean, I knew it was happening, obviously! Because that’s how babies work! But it’s really happening! Like right now!” Lando continued, running a shaky hand through his already-messy curls. “What if I say something stupid? What if I do something wrong? What if I—”

“You already are!” you snapped, gripping his hand with a force that made his knees buckle.

Lando yelped, barely holding himself together. “Okay, okay, you’re doing great, babe! So great! Best labor I’ve ever seen!”

The nurse beside you stifled a laugh. “Dad’s looking a little pale.”

“Oh, he does that,” you muttered through gritted teeth.

Lando gasped. “I do not!”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wild. “Lando, you gag when you had to change my nieces diaper. You nearly fainted when I had my blood drawn last week.”

He flinched. “That was… different! That needle was huge! Like a sword!”

The nurse snorted. “I’ve seen toddlers handle that better.”

Lando opened his mouth to argue, but your sharp inhale of pain cut him off. Instantly, his expression softened, panic giving way to concern. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, gripping your hand in both of his. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m right here, love.”

You squeezed his hand—this time, just for comfort—and met his eyes. “I know.”

For a brief moment, the room quieted. The contractions were getting stronger, closer together. You knew this meant you were almost there, but exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you.

Lando noticed. “You got this, okay?” His voice was softer now, steadier. “Just think of it like a race. Last few laps. You’re leading. You just need to push to the finish line.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Did you just compare childbirth to a race?”

“I panicked,” he admitted sheepishly. “But… was it a good metaphor?”

You gave him a tired smile. “It wasn’t terrible.”

Before he could respond, the doctor clapped their hands. “Alright, Mom, you’re fully dilated. It’s time to push.”

Your heart pounded. This was it. Months of waiting, of preparing, of wondering what this moment would feel like—

And now, it was here.

Lando felt the shift in your energy, and instantly, he was back to full panic mode. “Okay. Okay! It’s happening! It’s really happening!” He turned to the doctor. “What do I do?! Where do I stand?! Do I—do I hold her leg? Do I—oh my god, do I catch the baby?!”

The doctor didn’t even blink. “Dad, just stand where you are and try not to pass out.”

Lando’s face paled even more. “Pass out? Who said anything about passing out?”

The nurse handed him a paper bag.

Lando stared at it in horror. “Oh my god, do people actually—”

“Lando!” you cut him off, your voice sharp with pain. “Less talking, more hand-holding!”

“Right, right! I got you, babe, I got you.” He quickly took your hand, bracing himself—

Then the nurses adjusted the bed, helping you sit up—

And as you moved into position, your elbow swung back—

—And smacked Lando directly in the forehead.

The entire room went silent.

Lando staggered back, clutching his head. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” he announced, though his eyes were definitely unfocused, and he was swaying like a driver who just took Eau Rouge at full speed with no grip. “You have no idea how much that hurts, though.”

The medical staff just stared at him.

No one spoke.

Lando blinked. “What?”

You, in the middle of active labor, shot him a look so sharp it could have cut through steel. Your voice was dangerously calm. “Lando.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re complaining about a little boo boo while I’m pushing a human out of my body.”

He gulped. “Right. Not about me. Got it. Carry on.”

The nurse patted his arm, barely holding back laughter. “Nice recovery, Dad.”

But before he could respond, the doctor’s voice cut through the moment. “Alright, Mom, one big push.”

Your breath came in short, labored gasps. Your body ached, exhaustion weighing down on you, but you knew this was it. You took a deep breath—

And pushed.

Lando held onto your hand, whispering encouragement—until he made the terrible decision of looking down.

His eyes widened. “Oh. Wow. That’s… um. That’s a lot—”

And then, like a driver who just experienced complete brake failure—

Lando hit the floor.

“Oh, for the love of—”

The doctor barely glanced at his unconscious body. “Nurse, should we wake him up?”

You, panting and literally pushing a human out of your body, groaned. “No. Let him miss it. He deserves it.”

Minutes later, as the baby’s cries filled the room, you felt a rush of relief so overwhelming it nearly brought you to tears. The doctor placed your newborn into your arms, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. The pain, the exhaustion, even your unconscious husband on the floor—it all faded away as you stared at your baby.

Tiny. Perfect. Yours.

A few minutes later, Lando groaned from the floor. “What… happened?”

“You fainted,” you muttered, still in awe as you cradled your baby.

Lando scrambled to his feet, eyes wide as he took in the scene. “Wait—wait, did I miss it?!”

The nurse smirked. “Oh, you definitely missed it.”

Lando looked genuinely devastated. “Nooo! I was supposed to be there!”

“You were there,” you teased. “Just… unconscious.”

Lando let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his curls before looking down at the tiny bundle in your arms. His expression softened instantly. He sat beside you, completely transfixed.

“That’s… that’s our kid,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

For the first time since you arrived at the hospital, Lando was completely silent. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers over the baby’s tiny hand. When her little fingers curled around his, he let out a shaky laugh.

“She is so small,” he murmured.

You leaned against him, exhaustion finally catching up to you. “I know.”

Lando swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly. “I love her so much already.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

After a beat of silence, Lando sighed. “Okay, but technically, I didn’t fully faint. I was just… resting my eyes.”

You chuckled. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and hold your baby.”

And with a sheepish grin, Lando took your child into his arms, staring at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

[f1girliefics]

Formula 1's Latest Love Birds?

Lando Norris x Reader

The F1 world loves a good romance rumour, and the latest speculation has the paddock buzzing.

Could McLaren’s golden boy, Lando Norris, be off the market?

Fans are convinced that the racing star is seeing someone special, and the evidence is stacking up fast.

It all started when eagle-eyed followers noticed Y/N in the McLaren garage during multiple race weekends, always in close proximity to Norris’ team.

While that alone might not raise alarms, what really sent the internet into a frenzy was a recent trip to Monaco.

Norris, known for his social media presence, posted a scenic sunset photo, but it wasn’t the view that caught attention, it was the unmistakable silhouette of someone sitting beside him, a glass of champagne in hand. Within minutes, fans matched accessories, clothing, and even a reflection in his sunglasses to Y/N, igniting a full-blown investigation.

Adding fuel to the fire, Norris and Y/N were spotted leaving a high-end restaurant just last week. Paparazzi managed to capture the pair in what looked like a very romantic exchange outside the venue, with Norris flashing a smile before the two slipped into a waiting car.

No hand-holding, no official confirmation, just enough mystery to keep everyone guessing.

While Norris has remained notoriously private about his personal life, sources close to the driver suggest that the rumoured couple has been spending significant time together.

"They get along really well. She’s been around for a while now, and Lando’s obviously very happy," an unnamed insider revealed.

So far, neither party has addressed the rumours, but that hasn’t stopped fans from dissecting every social media interaction, every glance in the paddock, and every potential ‘soft launch’ moment.

Could this be Formula 1’s next power couple?

With the season heating up both on and off the track, all eyes are on Norris and his rumoured romance.

Until then, we’ll be refreshing Instagram, waiting for that confirmation, or another carefully placed silhouette shot.

Stay tuned.

[23victoria]

big boy ;)

ꨄ༊*·˚ pairings: f1 drivers x fem!reader

₊✩°｡⋆ authors note: just a quick drabble based of a video i saw i lost the link though :/

ꨄ༊*·˚ synopsis: you saw a cute video of a girlfriend asking her boyfriend to pick her up by one up and bicep curl her so you ask your man to do it too you!! gets a bit steamy at the end! also no specified driver!

₊✩°｡⋆ 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽?! CLICK HERE!

ꨄ༊*·˚ F1 MASTERLIST

You walk up to your boyfriend with your phone in hand, the mischievous glint in your eyes already setting the tone. "Babe, I want to try this challenge with you," you say, pulling up the video and showing it to him.

He watches for a few seconds, then bursts out laughing. "Baby, this will be easy," he says confidently, puffing out his chest like he’s already won a championship.

You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "If you say so."

He narrows his eyes at you. "Wait—you don’t believe in me?"

You just shrug, feigning indifference, which only fuels his competitive spirit. "Okay, okay, then," he says, rolling his shoulders as if he’s preparing for battle. "Set up that phone and start recording. You’re about to witness greatness."

You do as he says, hitting record before lying down on the floor in position. As soon as he grips your waist, he lifts you so effortlessly and quickly that you let out a startled yelp.

"Hah! You were doubting me, huh?" he teases, his grin wide as he peppers kisses all over your face.

You squeak, squirming in his grasp. "Ahh—okay, put me down! You’re going too fast—I’m gonna fall!"

He shakes his head stubbornly, holding you even tighter. "I’d never let you fall, baby," he assures you before smoothly adjusting his hold so your arms wrap around his neck and your legs go around his waist.

You blink, slightly breathless at how strong he is. He chuckles, his grip firm but still playful. "That’s what you get for doubting me," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

You smirk, leaning in to press a few pecks on his chin, then his lips. "I never doubted you, my love," you murmur. "I just wanted to get under your skin a little."

His smirk grows as he tilts his head slightly. "Oh yeah?" His hands shift slightly on your thighs, gripping just a little tighter. "Well, now I’m about to be in you."

Your eyes widen as you gasp, heat rushing to your face. "W-what?"

His smirk deepens. "I’ve never had you against the wall before, have I?" His tone is low, teasing, but there’s a dangerous promise in his words.

You stutter, your mind short-circuiting. "N-no... I-I—"

"Oh, babe," he murmurs, pressing you back against the nearest surface with ease, his lips brushing against your jaw. "That’s about to change."

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