#oh god is *that* Lando drawing open

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar

Summary: When you take an edible chocolate with your boyfriends it has an unexpected side effect. Warnings: 18+ only, edibles, smut, oral (both), mmf. WC: 2. 3k

The box looked inconspicuous enough. 

Oscar turned the packaging over and read through the ingredients while you and Lando opened three individually wrapped treats. They looked like any other boutique chocolate you had tried but this one promised more than a sugar high. 

“Bottoms up,” Lando said with a grin. 

You tapped your square of chocolate against his with a reciprocal smile. “I hope so.” 

You both bit into the treats and moaned at the decadent richness that coated your tongue. You couldn’t even taste the drug that would absorb slowly into your system, leaving you with a long lasting high that would surely make the boring dinner party better. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” you hummed as you licked your fingers clean and found Lando had finished his too. 

Oscar chuckled as he saw a spot of chocolate in the corner of Lando’s lips and kissed it clean before grabbing his own piece. “We normally take half.”

“You’ve never been to this event before, trust me, you’ll need a whole one,” Lando assured him, taking the chocolate and guiding it to Oscar’s parted lips himself. 

Your body started to heat in response to the small sounds Oscar made as Lando fed him. “Why are you two teasing me? You know we don’t have time to play before the car gets here.”

Reluctantly, Oscar pulled away and swallowed his mouthful before returning to pack up the box. He opened the box again and put the few remaining wrappers back in, before noticing the instruction booklet under the tray. “Uh, guys, I don’t think this was weed,” he mutters.

“What do you mean?” Lando said with a laugh. “This is the box Daniel said to get.”

“Wait, Danny?” You hoped you hadn’t heard correctly. “The same Danny who has been trying to get back at you for the prank in Vegas?”

Lando laughed and shook his head, but realisation seemed to slowly dawn on his face and he snatched the box out of Oscar’s hands. His eyes scanned across the page of tiny disclaimers until it fluttered with his shaking hands. 

“What did you give us, Lando?” you asked as you looked between both of your boyfriends. “Osc?”

“Okay, so, don’t panic,” Oscar’s words immediately made your heart start pumping faster and he pulled you into his arms to draw soothing circles over your back. “It’s fine, baby. You might just feel a little…”

“What?”

“Horny,” Lando answered for him before he couldn’t suppress his laugh any longer. “I’m going to get him for this.”

“You don’t sound very worried,” you said to Lando before looking at Oscar. Obviously, he was never one to worry so he just shrugged.

“I’ll take care of you if you need it,” he promised.

—

“I can’t tell if this is the chocolate or me,” you grumbled as you sat between your boyfriends in the backseat of the car. Your hands gripped their thighs in an effort to keep them from roaming any higher, but it was a losing battle. 

“That’s just you, baby, it said it could take an hour to kick in,” Lando said, fiddling with his tie again. “Why do these have to be so tight?”

“He says it like he didn’t asked to be choked last night,” Oscar chuckled, reaching over your shoulder to tuck the tie back under his collar. “Now relax.”

“That was the plan,” Lando said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill Danny.”

“Worry about that later, we’re here.”

You accepted Oscar’s hand and stepped out after him to the flash of cameras. It was hard not to feel inadequate when you were standing beside two of the most handsome men you had ever met, but when they curled their arms around your waist and whispered sweet words the worry fell away. 

“You look so beautiful, darling,” Lando said softly as he brushed his lips over your cheek. “I’m having a hard time keeping this PG-13.”

Oscar caught his finger under Lando’s chin and turned his hungry eyes away from you. “Stop looking at each other like that, you’re not the only one having a hard time,” he groaned. You couldn’t help glancing down his body but the black suit pants hid the ‘hard time’ he was growing in them. “Stop looking at me like that,” he warned. 

“I can’t help that I am infatuated with you two,” you said innocently, a sweet smile drawing his attention to your kissable lips. “Tsk, tsk, stop looking at me like that, Osc. Have some self control.”

Lando laughed and led you away from Osc as he tipped his head back with a silent prayer to survive the evening with his brats. When he had his composure back, he scanned the area for you but in those short seconds you and Lando had disappeared into the busy venue. “Fuck,” he groaned before beginning his search.

The crowd of businessmen swallowed you whole and it was only Lando’s hand that kept you from being swept away as he followed the bodies into the venue. His stiff back that you tucked in behind was the only outward sign that he hated the event but it was a night that couldn’t be avoided as McLaren needed investors to continue its growth. 

“Drink, love?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Only if it’s strong,” you winked. He smirked before suddenly changing direction and towing you towards the bar. “Shit!”

Lando turned quicker than your eyes could follow and he was glaring at the shocked stranger who stared at the damp splash in your dress. It would have made you laugh if the dress wasn’t worth more than your monthly pay and currently freezing from the icy drink that now decorated your bodice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the man apologised. 

“You didn’t see her?” Lando asked in disbelief. He couldn't understand how anyone could miss the most beautiful person in the room. 

“It-it’s just water,” he stammered as he reached to brush the water drops away but Lando caught his wrist before he could touch you. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said as you peered around for the bathrooms before spotting the arrow pointing down a hall. “Come on, Lan.”

“Watch where you are going next time,” Lando imparted the advice as he turned with you, feeling your elbow nudge into his ribs at the attitude. “What? There is no way he didn’t see you. Everyone else can’t take their eyes off you.”

You rolled your eyes at the idea and stepped into the room as he opened the door for you. “It’s you they are staring at,” you corrected.

He slipped inside the powder room behind you and checked the attached room for the toilet was empty before he attacked. His lips threatened to ruin your makeup as he pinned you between his body and the wall, grinding himself along your front until your eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t see what I do,” he murmured between his heated kisses to your neck. His hand ran up your thigh, finding the slit in the dress so it could climb higher and brush the edge of your panties. “So fucking sexy and everyone knows you’re mine.”

A throat cleared and your eyes flew open to see Oscar leaning back against the door, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched the show unfold. “Yours?” he taunted as he snapped the lock into place.

“Ours,” Lando accentuated with his usual sass that had Oscar pushing off from the door and crossing the distance in two long strides. 

Desire was pooling at your core as you watched Oscar’s hand envelope Lando’s throat and pull him closer. Their lips collided with a fierce need to determine dominance and Lando tried to fight it before he succumbed to Oscar with a moan. Satisfied, Oscar pulled back to see Lando’s pupils blown out and a breathy whimper escaped his swollen lips. 

“You are both mine,” Oscar clarified before his eyes danced over your body and noticed the wet material. “What happened?”

“Some idiot spilt his drink on her.”

Oscar grabbed a hand towel from the shelf and started to dab away as much moisture as he could but every brush of the material sent little bolts of lightning across your body. Suddenly it felt like your body was on fire and you bit your lip as the flames reached your core.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as the last touch caught the underside of your beast and it felt heavy with need. “Do that again, please.”

Lando was feeling the same heated effects course through his veins as the chocolates reacted with his body. “I think it’s been an hour,” he chuckled, reaching for the stiff peak he could see pressing against the thin material of your dress. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your nipple and hummed at the sound you made for him. 

Oscar abandoned the cloth and sank to his knees on the tiles. He swore he could smell your sweet arousal, the mouthwatering scent driving him insane as he bunched your dress up and kissed your core over the lace. The ax of time hung over your head as you all knew the dinner was about to begin but you didn’t care  the moment you looked down at Oscar’s eyes. 

“Just a quickie,” he agreed as he read your mind. Lando crushed his lips against yours as Oscar pushed your panties aside and tasted you with a languid swipe of his tongue. One boyfriend made you cry out and the other stole the sound with his kiss. Your hands tangled their hair, feeling the different textures between your fingers as you deepened the kiss and rocked your hips against Oscar’s face.

“Fuck,” Lando groaned at the pretty sight. “I’m so unbelievably hard right now.” He grabbed your hand to prove his words and you stroked his length over his trousers. “I don’t know if I want to kill Danny anymore.”

Oscar laughed against your clit and the vibration curled your toes in your heels and you cried out at the sensation. The sound cut through Lando’s amusement and his belt snapped open, his trousers falling just enough to free his cock. Your hand wrapped around him and he covered your hand with his, guiding you up and down in long slow strokes. 

“We are going to make a mess of your dress, baby,” Lando moaned as he felt his orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly thanks to the chocolate. You barely heard him as your own impending release hazed your mind but Oscar thought quick enough to pull away. Your body missed his mouth instantly but your cunt clenched at the sight of him taking Lando’s cock deep in his throat. “Fuck, Osc, that’s it, babe.”

You could hardly breathe as you watched Lando’s jaw clench and he shuddered as he spilled himself in Oscar’s mouth. Your boyfriend’s throat bounced as stood up and he swallowed the mouthful down, leaving Lando to sag against the wall while he recovered. 

“You missed a spot,” you said as you leant in and caught the drop of cum that clung to the corner of his lips. A soft hum reverberated as you shared the taste with a kiss and you pressed yourself against him to feel just how much he was feeling the drug too. “Need a hand?”

“Not quite,” he smirked, turning you around to face Lando. “Hold on.”

Lando reached out and you gripped his forearms as Oscar bundled your dress up in one hand and pushed your panties aside again with the other. He gave no warning before he sheathed himself deep inside your cunt and you buried your face in Lando’s chest with a gasp. You felt impossibly full before he snapped his hips back and then buried himself in you, over and over, an unrelenting pace that quickly brought back the edge of your orgasm.

Your cries were muffled by Lando’s dress shirt and your nails threatened to rip the expensive jacket he wore as you were rocked by your release that came so suddenly white spots danced across your vision. For a second your body was disconnected from your mind and the two only collided back together when Oscar joined you, warmth pooling in your core as he filled it with his seed. 

“Wooow,” Oscar chuckled as he pulled out and combed a hand through his hair. “That shit is strong.”

“At least we have something to take the edge off,” Lando said, before tossing the hand towel to Oscar. Oscar ran the towel under the warm tap and carefully cleaned up the mess he made before he pulled your panties back into place and let your dress fall around your unsteady legs. 

Oscar curled a brow at his boyfriend and the glint in his eye that said he expected a few more stops to this room during the night. “Let’s try to make it back to the hotel next time.”

“No promises,” he said with a wink. “Now, shall we go and sit through a bunch of old man speeches and try not to fall asleep?”

You looked down at your dress and found the wet patch had dried considerably, so much that it wouldn’t even be noticeable in the dim lights of the hall. “You still owe me a drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lando gave you a salute and unlocked the door, opening it to an empty corridor. “A strong one. Osc?”

“No, thank you, one of us has to be responsible.”

Lando looked at you, his lips barely suppressing the grin on his face. “He says it like he didn’t just fuck you in a bathroom.”

[katsu28]

ooooo “Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth” for Lando???

thank you for requesting! hope you like this one <3

lando norris x reader, 1.3k, request something from here!

There aren’t many times you can get Lando all to yourself. His job comes with many responsibilities, as does your own. You understand the time and hard work it takes to do what he does day after day, week after week, and you like to think the two of you have found a way to balance it all. Dinners together whenever you can, texting and calling between meetings; you even have a shared calendar on your phones to keep track of your hectic schedules. 

Racing takes precedence on most weekends, of course. Some of them you’re able to attend, but lately things have been getting busy at your workplace nowadays, which means you’ve been working weekends too. Weekdays are slim pickings as well, with all of the traveling and training and things you have to get done as well. 

With all that’s been happening lately, you haven’t been able to spend nearly enough time with Lando. Late evenings at work, long training days—everything seems like it’s been piling up until the only time you really get to spend with each other on days that he’s home is right before bed. And even then, it isn’t long before one of you inevitably falls asleep first. 

Which is why when you miraculously find yourself and Lando with a totally empty schedule today, free of any work related commitments for either of you, you’re over the moon. He suggests a day trip up the coast, just the two of you and the open road. Honestly, you don’t even care where you go, you just want to be with him. 

You’d think he’d be sick of driving given what he does for a living, but he just presses a kiss to your temple, saying that driving with you is something he’d never tire of. 

That’s how you end up here, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of Lando’s Miura, fingers intertwined with his as he cruises down the coastline. Crystal clear water dotted with boats and even bluer skies on one side, beautiful scenery on the other, and the man you love sitting right next to you—what more could you ask for?

“Like what you see?” Lando’s teasing voice draws you out of your thoughts, and you refocus to see him still with his eyes on the winding highway ahead. But he’s grinning rather smugly, a grin that only grows bigger when you huff. “It’s alright, you can stare at me all you want. I know how sexy you think I am.” 

“That’s bold. Maybe I’m admiring the view.” 

“Yeah, and the view is called my carved-by-the-gods side profile.” 

“Someone’s a tad self absorbed. You’re voted top three hottest drivers on the grid one time and you start getting a big head, hm?” 

“I beat out Carlos, baby! Carlos fucking Sainz! You’ve seen the man, do you know how that makes me feel?” 

“Is there something I should be worried about, Lan? Are you going to leave me for Carlos?”

Lando snorts, aiming a brief but still effective skeptically arched brow at you. “Please, if I was gonna leave you for Carlos, I would’ve done it already.” 

“Oh, cheers. That’s reassuring.” 

“Happy to help.” 

“Can I play some music? I need to drown out the sound of your complete and utter betrayal.” You grumble, slouching in your seat with crossed arms. Lando laughs and nods, passing you his phone. He knows you’re just being fussy for the dramatics of it all.

You scroll through his Spotify playlists in search of something that looks interesting, but one in particular instantly catches your eye. Labeled “For my love” with an absurd amount of heart emojis after, you can’t help but feel like maybe, just perhaps this one might be for you. Or for Carlos, but you’re ninety percent sure it's you. 

Next to you, Lando inhales sharply through his teeth like he’s just remembered something, hand shooting out blindly. “Fuck, wait, hang on—” 

“Lando…” You say, only slightly teasing. All previous betrayal is instantly forgotten. You shift so his wiggling fingers can’t reach the phone, giggling a bit at the garbled noise that escapes from his mouth. He’s obviously figured out what you’ve just come across. “What’s this?” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” He sighs, cheeks already flushing pink. “It was meant to be a surprise.” 

“You made a playlist for me?” 

“Well, yeah. It’s sort of embarrassing.” He mumbles, suddenly sounding bashful.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” 

“Alright, fine! At first it was for me. Just songs I thought you’d like, and I’d listen to it all the times I was away and we couldn’t talk. Or if I was nervous before a race and started spiraling. And then…it just turned into songs that made me think about you. Made me think about us.” 

“There’s hundreds of songs on here, how did you even—when did you even start making this?” 

Lando swallows hard, knuckles flexing on the steering wheel.

“Honestly? The day we met. Call me a weirdo, but from the moment I saw you I knew you were it for me. Took both of us a while to get our shit together, but I never stopped believing it.” He says softly, hastening a glance over at you. He smiles and shrugs, reaching out to thread his fingers through yours once again. “And the songs…I dunno, they’re just my way of remembering how we got here. I meant to save it for our next big anniversary, but you’ve mucked it all up by being nosy, so now the cat’s out of the bag!” 

“You’re so fucking cute, babe,” You coo, leaning across the center console to press a smattering of kisses to the side of his heated face. “You made a whole playlist for me and listened to it when you missed me? That’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever done, you sap.” 

“Yeah, alright. You can shut up about it now,” He grumbles, but he still looks pleased. “Have a look through it. I think I’ve got some good ones on there.” 

The more you scroll through the list of songs, the more you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. It mixes your music taste and his, and in a way, it feels very representative of not only who you are as individuals, but who you are with each other.  

It reads like a letter to you, to your relationship. To who you were back then and who you are now, who you’ve grown into together. 

There’s no doubt that in the years you’ve known each other, you’ve both changed. You’ve had good times and not so good ones too, but one thing that’s always remained is each other. From friendship, to teetering on something a little more, to finally finding love with one another, Lando has been the most unwavering constant in your life. You think that deep down, it was something you already knew, even from the first time you’d met him. 

“I’m gonna fucking cry, Lando,” You whine, emotion seeping into your words.

“Why? Is it bad? Is it too much?” He looks worried, but he can’t exactly take his eyes off the road to see why you’ve had the reaction you did.

“No, no. It’s perfect.” 

His shoulders sag in relief, and the smile returns to his face. “Oh. You like it?” 

“I love it.” You lift your joined hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles that has him positively beaming with adoration. It goes without saying, but you truly don’t think you could love a person any more than you love Lando. You don’t want to, because he’s it for you. 

“You know what else?” He hums his piqued interest, likely expecting more praise. “Carlos can suck it. I got a playlist, what did he get? Absolutely nothing!” 

“For fuck’s sake, I was kidding!” 

follow @katsu-library to be notified when i post a new fic :)

[verstappensrealwife]

Casual (Part 2 of 2) - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff, angst, smut

approx. 3200 words

warnings: ex!fwb!lando x reader (Part1), Austria GP '24, crash into lando, small smut at the end.

lando norris masterlist - here. max verstappen masterlist - here. f1 master list - here.

PART ONE HERE

Previously…

“Maxverstappen1 has requested to follow you.” “Maxverstappen1 has requested to message you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Max, with his quiet confidence and genuine smiles, was a stark contrast to Lando’s fleeting attentions. You thought back to the brief conversations in stores, the way Max's eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding, a kindness that Lando never showed. He had always treated you with respect, even in those short interactions, and now he was reaching out.

Curiosity and a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a long time—hope—bubbled up inside you. You hesitated for only a moment before accepting his follow request and opening his message.

“Hey, I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime?”

The simplicity and sincerity of his message were refreshing. Max wasn’t playing games; he wasn’t hiding you or keeping you at arm’s length. As you read his words, you realized how much you craved that kind of straightforward, genuine connection.

In that moment, you knew you’d rather be with someone like Max—someone who saw you as more than just a fleeting distraction. You typed out a response, feeling a sense of anticipation and relief wash over you.

“Hi Max, I’d love to. When are you free?”

...

You continued to ignore Lando for a week before your date with Max.

Was it a date? You weren’t exactly sure.

Max looked incredibly handsome sitting across from you in the cozy corner of a cafe in Monaco. Outside, the rain poured down, casting the sky in a grey and gloomy shroud, while the warm lighting inside gave him a soft, inviting glow. You sipped from the mug in your hands, savoring the comforting warmth as you stole glances at him.

The cafe was a charming little place, filled with the comforting aromas of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries. The walls were adorned with vintage art and photographs of Monaco’s picturesque coastline, while soft jazz played in the background, mingling with the quiet murmur of other patrons. The rain outside added a rhythmic percussion, making the inside feel even more like a warm, intimate refuge from the world.

Max's eyes, a striking shade of blue, seemed to reflect the dim light, making them look almost ethereal. You couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers drummed nervously against the table, a small but endearing gesture that made your heart flutter.

“So, uhm, does your boyfriend know we’re here?” Max asked, breaking the silence. You almost choked on your drink at his question, frowning in confusion.

“B-boyfriend?” you repeated, setting the mug down and staring into his eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. God, you were pretty. “Lando? Is he not your boyfriend?”

You shook your head quickly, almost too quickly. Max hummed thoughtfully, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Is that a good thing?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Well, I’m glad, so I suppose it is,” he replied, his smile widening slightly.

“Oh, so you asked out a woman you believed was taken, Max?” you teased, a laugh escaping your lips.

Max chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I guess I just couldn’t resist,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The sound of the rain pattering against the windows created a soothing backdrop to your conversation, the world outside forgotten as you both basked in the warm glow of the moment.

Conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you, each word drawing you closer. Max listened intently as you spoke, his eyes never leaving your face, and when it was his turn, his stories and laughter held you spellbound. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed in the warm, inviting glow of the café.

By the end of the evening, around 5 pm, the rain had eased to a gentle drizzle, casting a magical shimmer on the streets. Max walked you back to your house, the quiet of the evening amplifying the lingering tension between you. The city felt almost enchanted in the soft twilight, the air fresh and clean after the rain.

When you reached your door, you turned to face him, your cheeks tinged with a soft blush. “Thanks for, uhm, walking me home,” you said sincerely, your eyes meeting his.

Max nodded, waving off your thanks as if it was nothing. “It’s fine. It’s on the way to my apartment anyway,” he said. You knew it was a lie—his apartment was in the complete opposite direction—but you didn’t call him out on it, appreciating the gesture. “This was nice…” he added, clearly reluctant to let the evening end and searching for a way to extend the moment.

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed, your lips curving into a grin. “We should do it again?” Your voice lifted at the end, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Yes! Ahem—yeah, totally,” he coughed, a flush creeping up his neck. “Sorry—erm—you could come to a race… if you’d want that—obviously no pressure but—”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted, placing your hand on his chest to stop his nervous rambling. The feel of his firm, muscular chest beneath your fingers sent a thrill through you. “Just text me any details, and I’ll be there.”

He nodded hurriedly, his excitement barely contained. “Of course, I’ll send you everything. The next race is in Austria,” he managed to say, his words tumbling over each other.

“See you later, Max,” you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently. His skin was warm under your lips, and he immediately went bright red, his flustered expression making you smirk. “Text me,” you repeated softly.

With one last smile, you turned and disappeared into your apartment building, leaving Max standing there, staring at the spot where you had been. His cheek tingled from where your lips had touched, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted that feeling every day, forever, with you. As he walked back to his apartment, his mind raced with thoughts of you, replaying every moment of the evening and imagining the possibilities of what could come next.

— AUSTRIA, RED BULL RING.    SUNDAY, 30 JUNE 2024.

Race day had finally arrived. You’d just gotten to the paddock that morning, the familiar roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber filling the air. It felt strange being back, especially without someone rushing you away from prying eyes, trying to hide the fact you were there with Lando. This time, you walked freely down the pit lane, no longer shadowed by secrecy.

You caught a glimpse of the back of Max’s head up ahead, his distinct figure standing out among the flurry of activity. But before you could call out to him, you heard your name being shouted from behind. Startled, you spun around to see Lando jogging toward you, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You got my texts?” Lando asked, slightly breathless as he stopped in front of you. “I thought you wouldn’t come, but… anyway, do you wanna go away from here? Talk?”

For a moment, you just stared at him, processing the unexpected encounter. No, you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but seeing him again like this, especially in such a familiar setting, was still a bit of a shock. His presence stirred memories you thought you’d left behind.

“I—uhm,” you stuttered, searching for the right words to tell him to leave you alone, to fuck off, really, but the words tangled on your tongue. “Well—”

“Come on,” Lando urged, his voice softer, almost pleading, as he took a step closer. His hand reached out, as if to gently guide you by the arm, but you instinctively flinched backward, the movement sharp and defensive.

“Y/N?” Lando frowned, confusion clouding his features. He dropped his hand, the space between you suddenly feeling like a chasm. The familiarity in his tone, the way he said your name—it tugged at something inside you, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt or the reasons you were no longer together.

“I’m not here with you, Lando…” you say quietly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I was invited by someone else.”

“Someone else?” he stutters, his expression flickering with disbelief. “You… who?”

Before you can answer, Lando’s eyes shift behind you, catching sight of Max Verstappen approaching with purposeful strides. The realization seems to dawn on him just as Max reaches you, his hand naturally resting on your shoulder as if it belonged there.

“When did you get here?” Max asks, his tone warm and completely ignoring Lando’s presence. It’s not malicious, but his focus is entirely on you, making Lando seem like an afterthought.

“About three hours ago,” you reply with a smile, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you.

“I could’ve picked you up,” Max offers, his concern genuine, though you quickly wave him off.

“Don’t be silly,” you say lightly before turning to Lando, who is still staring at the two of you, visibly confused and almost… jealous. “Yeah—Lando—Max sort of invited me.”

Lando’s brows knit together, his confusion deepening. “What—huh—sorry, what?” he stammers. “When did you two get so close?” His eyes dart between you and Max, searching for answers he can’t seem to find.

You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. “Erm, like a month or so ago…”

The connection clicks in Lando’s mind—the timeline of when you stopped speaking to him and when you started getting close to Max. The realization seems to sting, his lips pressing into a thin line as he hums in acknowledgment before shaking his head and walking away without another word.

“That was… weird,” Max mutters, watching Lando’s retreating figure for a moment before his attention snaps back to you. He quickly changes the subject, eager to make you feel at ease. “Come on, let me show you the garage. It’s the best place to watch the race.”

“The garage?” you ask, confused by his offer.

Max frowns slightly, equally perplexed. “Where else would you watch it from?”

“I—well, usually in the drivers’ room,” you admit with a sigh, memories of hidden moments flashing through your mind.

Max scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “Of course, he would do that,” he mumbles under his breath, before focusing on you again. “I mean, you can if you want to, but here is fine by me. You’ll be right in the heart of everything.”

You nod, silently agreeing to watch the race from the garage, knowing full well that all the cameras would catch you there, recording every move and fueling speculation about who you were. But this time, you didn’t mind. Max’s presence beside you made you feel secure, as if you belonged right there in the spotlight with him.

After the race, the atmosphere in the paddock was tense, the energy electric with the aftermath of Max’s crash into Lando. Lando made it painfully clear how furious he was, his frustration palpable in every gesture and word. Max, on the other hand, seemed remarkably unfazed by the whole ordeal. He’d still managed to finish in the points and, in his mind, had taken a small victory by ruining Lando’s race in the process. For Max, it was a win-win.

As the crowd buzzed with post-race excitement, Max spotted you standing by the edge of the garage, waiting for him. Despite the chaos around him, seeing you brought a smile to his face. He didn’t have much time before he had to face a swarm of interviewers, but he made a beeline for you, nudging your arm gently to grab your attention.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but laced with satisfaction.

“Oh—hey!” You turned, grinning up at him. “P5 is good,” you said, your eyes sparkling with pride for him.

“Maybe for Lando’s standards,” Max jabbed jokingly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You laughed, the sound light and infectious, easing some of the tension that still hung in the air. “You’re terrible,” you teased, shaking your head, but the warmth in your voice made it clear you didn’t mean it.

Max chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his tone playful. The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, and for a second, the noise of the paddock faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

He glanced over his shoulder at the waiting throng of journalists, his smile dimming slightly. “I’ve got to go handle those vultures,” he sighed, nodding toward the waiting press. “But I’ll find you after?”

You nodded, your heart swelling with anticipation. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” he said, giving your arm one last, gentle squeeze before turning to walk away. As he headed toward the media, you watched him go, feeling a mix of pride and excitement. Even after everything that had happened on the track, Max was still the same—unflappable, confident, and now, undeniably connected to you in a way that felt both thrilling and right.

-

After the whirlwind of interviews, Max finally managed to break away from the paddock's relentless pace. The sun had set by the time he made his way back to his hotel, the darkening sky mirroring the calm that was beginning to settle over him. His thoughts, however, weren’t on the race or the questions he had just faced—they were on you.

When he entered his hotel room, it was quiet and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the loud, chaotic energy of the racetrack. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he closed the door behind him. He had texted you on his way back, a simple message asking if you’d come over. Now, as he stood in the middle of the room, his nerves started to creep in. There was something different about tonight, something he couldn’t quite put into words, but it was there, lingering in the air.

The knock at the door came just as he was running a hand through his hair, trying to settle his thoughts. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, opening the door to find you standing there, a soft smile on your face. You were a sight for sore eyes, the tension he’d been holding onto dissipating at the mere sight of you.

“Hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey,” you replied, slipping past him into the room. You glanced around, taking in the minimalist decor and the soft, ambient light that bathed the space in a warm glow. “Nice place,” you commented lightly, but your eyes soon found his, and the room seemed to shrink around you.

Max didn’t respond immediately; instead, he just watched you, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, but this time, with the clarity of everything that had happened today. Finally, he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, his voice low and sincere.

You looked up at him, your heart beating a little faster. “Me too,” you admitted, the words coming out as barely more than a whisper.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, as if some invisible line had been crossed, Max leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss. It was slow, unhurried, as if he was savoring the moment, the taste of you, the feel of you against him. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

You smiled against his lips, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “So have I,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the admission.

Max’s response was a low, rumbling laugh that you felt more than heard. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, the restraint from earlier slipping away. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry exchange that left you both breathless.

Without breaking the kiss, Max began to guide you toward the bed, his movements careful but insistent. When the backs of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, he paused, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. There was a question in his gaze, a silent request for permission, for reassurance that this was what you wanted too.

You answered him by tugging him down onto the bed with you, your lips crashing back into his as you both fell into the soft sheets. Max let out a soft groan as he followed your lead, his hands finding your hips as he pressed against you. The world outside the room faded away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other.

Time seemed to blur as clothes were discarded and soft whispers filled the room. Max’s touch was reverent, his kisses trailing down your body, worshipping every inch of you. There was an urgency in the way he held you, a need that had been building up ever since that first kiss in the paddock.

When he finally moved to join your bodies together, he did so with a slow, deliberate push that left you both gasping for breath. His name slipped from your lips in a soft moan, a sound that drove him wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he began to move, each thrust deep and measured.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, his voice strained with the effort to keep himself in check. “You feel… incredible.”

Your hands found his hair, tugging gently as you arched into him, meeting his movements with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between you all day finally reached its breaking point, and with one final, desperate thrust, you both finished together, your cries mingling in the stillness of the room.

Afterward, as you both lay tangled in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat, Max pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion but laced with a quiet plea.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. “I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you replied softly, earning a tired but contented smile from him.

Max kissed the top of your head, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. “Good,” he whispered, his eyes drifting closed. “I don’t want this to end.”

As you lay there in the quiet of the night, wrapped in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel the same. Whatever this was between you and Max, it felt right, like something that had been a long time coming.

-----

tags :

@herexpertcollector @bingussthirdtoe @boady27 @some-girl-lost-in-this-world @iangelofmusic @abq654 @issi-loves-dannyric @f1fantasys @smoooothoperatorrrr @prudyhoo @0rrphiic @gaypoetsblog @bloodymug @tpwkstiles @forza-dolce @piceous21 @iforgotmynames @jzr201

[maxillness]

Friends Don’t Fuck || LN4 x reader

Warnings: 18+, pwp, oral (m), overstimulation, sub!lando

Wordcount: 0.8k

Hey, you wanna grab dinner with me?

We’re just friends, y/n

You home?

Yeah?

10 minutes later she was knocking on his door, and a few seconds after he opened. She pushed past him, letting herself in

“Yeah, you can-“ He tried speaking, but she was fast to shut him up

“You say you don’t want nothing serious. Are you serious?” He was beyond confused “‘Cause I kinda think you like when I like when you put your arms around me” He smirked slightly

“You like it when I put my arms around you?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the sneakiest glint in his eyes

“Focus, Lando” Her voice was stern “You say we’re just friends, but friends don’t fuck on weekends, hold you when you’re sleeping, don’t have their clothes in their apartment”

“Everybody knows we don’t just talk, Lando” She sighed as she thought about her next words “I want you as more than a friend, Lan-“

Her words were cut short as her body was pulled by her waist into his arms, his lips on hers

She put her hands on his jaw, pulling him further into her mouth, feeling his hands roam her waist and hips softly

Her hands traveled down his body and under his shirt, her lips going from his mouth, to his jaw, and down to his neck

“Gonna make you feel better than any woman ever could” She mumbled into his neck, sending the vibrations all through his body, drawing out a slight whimper from him

“God, please do” His knees bucked slightly as she sucked harshly onto his pulse point, drawing out a low moan from him

She pulled back, and laughed slightly at his eagerness “Come on, baby” She pulled at his hands, guiding him into his bedroom

They closed the door behind them. She turned them around so she could pressed him down onto his bed

She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the ground before she got in his lap, his hand neatly placed on her waist

Lando attached their lips again, moaning softly as she started rolling her hips against his, his nails digging into her skin

“P-please… Need you so bad. Please, love” He was panting quite heavily as she pulled her lips away from his, admiring his flushed face

“Mhm. I know you do. You always do” She chuckled, seeing the way his cheeks became a deeper shade of red as she spoke

Her hands went under his shirt, pulling it up over his head, throwing it with her own discarded one

He whined when she got off of him, but it was soon replaced with a whimper as she got on her knees in front of him, looking up at him a with her oh so beautiful eyes

Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking eye contact, getting him even more turned on than he thought was possible

“Fuck, love, please. I need you around me, please” He sighed satisfied when he bucked his hips and she pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting him step out of them before throwing them to the side

“You’re so pretty like this” She said low, placing her lips on the inside of his thigh, trailing them up towards his throbbing cock

She loved the sounds she got out of him. Loved knowing she was the *only one* getting these sounds out of him. Knowing he always needed her

Her tongue dragged up against his cock, making him moan loud when her tongue flicked over his tip, collecting the bead of pre cum

He gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, trying not to buck his hips up into her mouth

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, sending him into overdrive, pulling impossible loud moans out of him

“Baby- Ah… Fuck- love, I need- Mm- Mouth, please- Ah- Please” She chuckled at his amusing state; already a complete moaning and begging mess

“Don’t you think you’re a little desperate, Lando?” She asked, smirking as her mouth went around his cock, hallowing her cheeks

“Fuck- Baby. You make me feel so good” He leaned his head back, trying so hard not to fuck her mouth

“Baby, please- ‘m so close. Please, love” His thighs were starting to shake as his cock was starting to twitch in her mouth

His whole body shook as he came with her name rolling off his tongue as well as loud high-pitched moans

She slowed the bopping of her head down, but not fully stopping, which caused whines from him and overstimulated shaking

“P-please. No more. Can’t- please. Can’t take no more” As he tried getting away from her mouth, she pulled off of him

“You can usually take more” She said after she had swallowed and stood up on her feet, taking a step closer to him

“Yeah, but it felt too good today” He sighed, pulling her body closer to him, allowing him to place soft kisses at her stomach “I love you” He mumbled against her skin

“I love you too, baby” She said, stroking his messed up hair

[driverlando]

🏎️ Hiii it's me mads ( @iheartmonaco ) can I request uhhhh a sub!Lando drabble of a GN!reader giving him head and he's all whiny and begging a little please please please and thank you ilyyy

ofc love! enjoyy 🫶

—

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. You and Lando had spent the evening together, enjoying each other’s company and the easy comfort that came with being close. Now, as the night deepened, an air of anticipation hung between you, electric and charged.

Lando lay back on the bed, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire as he watched you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You could see the way his breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale.

“Are you ready?” you asked softly, your voice filled with affection and a hint of playful teasing.

Lando nodded, his eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m ready.”

With a gentle smile, you leaned down, your lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the way his body trembled slightly under your touch. It was a heady feeling, knowing the effect you had on him, and it only made you want to please him more.

You trailed kisses down his neck, your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. Lando let out a soft whimper as you began to undress him, his hips lifting slightly to help you slide the fabric down. The sound sent a thrill through you, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Once he was completely bare, you took a moment to admire him, your eyes drinking in the sight of his flushed skin and the way his arousal stood proud and eager. Lando’s breath hitched as you looked at him, his hands clutching the sheets in anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your voice filled with genuine admiration.

Lando’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice tinged with shyness.

You lowered yourself between his legs, your hands caressing his thighs as you leaned in closer. Lando’s breath quickened, his body tensing in anticipation. You could see the way his muscles quivered, the need in his eyes as he looked down at you.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Lando let out a low, desperate moan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation. You held him firmly, keeping him in place as you began to move, your mouth and tongue working together to drive him wild.

“Please,” Lando whimpered, his voice a mix of need and desperation. “Please, don’t stop.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you continued your ministrations. The sight of him, so vulnerable and open, sent a wave of arousal through you. You increased the intensity, taking him deeper into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked.

Lando’s hands moved to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to ground himself. “Oh god,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “That feels so good.”

You could feel him trembling, his body on the edge of release. You pulled back slightly, teasing him with gentle licks and kisses, drawing out his pleasure and making him whine in frustration.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “I need more.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection at his pleading. “You want more, baby?” you asked softly, your voice a seductive purr.

Lando nodded frantically, his eyes wide and desperate. “Yes, please,” he whimpered. “I need it.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, you took him back into your mouth, moving with a steady rhythm that had him arching off the bed. You could feel his climax building, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he teetered on the edge.

“Please,” he begged again, his voice a desperate cry. “I’m so close.”

You hummed around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With a final, desperate cry, Lando came, his release filling your mouth as his body convulsed with pleasure. You held him through it, your movements gentle and soothing as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

When he finally stilled, you pulled back, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. Lando’s chest heaved with each breath, his eyes half-closed in the aftermath of his pleasure. He looked utterly wrecked, but there was a soft, contented smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You crawled up beside him, pulling him into your arms. “You’re welcome,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You were amazing.”

Lando nestled closer to you, his head resting on your chest as he sighed contentedly. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth. As you held him close, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the sweet afterglow of your shared intimacy.

[lovelytsunoda]

i want candy // lando norris

summary: two podiums in a row for her lover boy. it’s time to celebrate.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: pure smut, but also giggly and kind of giddy.

“I mean, I stopped counting max’s wins like three races ago so in my books, you’re the big winner.” she laughs, settling across from him on the bed.

“if only the fia saw it that way.” lando laughed, clinking his glass against hers before tilting the champagne to his lips. “but two p2s in a row isn’t too bad, is it?”

“I’m proud of you, lando norris.”

lando smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

they crossed their arms over each others, chugging back their glasses. landos thumb rested on her upper thigh, near the hem of her tennis dress as he rubbed gentle circles on her skin. he leaned in, growling playfully as he sucked a hickey onto her neck.

“lando!” she giggled, jumping slightly at the contact against her sensitive skin, dropping the glass and frowning as the champagne worked its way across her skin, dripping onto the hotel bedspread.

“sorry, love.” he laughs, leaning down to lick up the champagne on her thigh.

she moans at the contact, placing the now empty glass on her nightstand before she leans back against the pillows, going up her skirt as lando sucks and kicks his way up her thigh, leaving hickeys and the stick of alcohol in his wake.

“come claim your prize, podium sitter:” she laughs, opening her thighs wider to expose the glittery orange panties she’s wearing. “it’s all for you, pretty boy.”

lando bites his bottom lip, hungry hands reaching to pull down her soaked panties, trying his best not to tear them.”

“lando..” she whined “you’re going too slowly.”

lando giggled, nuzzling his face into her thigh with a kiss. “I forgot how needy champagne makes you.”

“oh fuck off.” she laughs, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “please, lando.”

the driver crept his way up her thigh, blowing cool air over her clit, relishing in watching her drip onto the bedsheets. he leaned in and kissed her sopping core softly, gently teasing her with his tongue.

“you taste just like candy, love. and I want more.”

he kissed her again with even more intensity, slipping his tongue inside of her as she let out a hearty moan, arching her back from the bed before landos large hands pressed her back towards the mattress.

“lando!” she whined “fuck, god, please keep doing that.”

he grinned, witching his focus higher to suck her clit, sneaking a few fingers inside her while he was distracted. she moaned heartily, thighs threatening to close around his head as he rapidly plunged his fingers in and out of her opening, appendages covered in evidence of her arousal.

“try and keep your thighs open, baby. be a good girl for me.” lando cooed, pinching her clit with his free hand.

she screamed his name, bucking against his fingers and fighting the urge to touch her hard nipples underneath her dress. she settled for clutching the sheets, fingers becoming stiff from how hard she clutches the pristine white fabric.

it still astounded her how quickly lando could reduce her to this babbling moaning mess. she doesn’t beg, ever, but somehow lando could get her chanting ‘please’ like it was the only word in the dictionary, like it was a prayer for salvation.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, pretty girl.” lando chuckled, picking up the pace he was scissoring his fingers at, changing up the rhythm for better sensations, ones he knew would push her over the edge. “is my good girl going to come for me? come on my fingers, love, don’t be scared. soak my fingers in your come.”

“oh god!” she whines, things finally closing in around her lover as he uses his thumb to draw desperate circles on her clit, her fingers pulling on his curls, a growl leaving his throat. “lando, I’m gonna-“

“that’s it, pretty one. come for me. come, come. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“yes, god, lando, only you.” she babbled, unable to say much else as she came, walls contracting around landos fingers. “only you.”

he pulled his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth and sucking her juices off them. her eyes rolled back at the sight as lando positioned himself above her, a noticeable tent in his trousers.

“now look what you’ve done, pretty girl.” he chuckled, kissing her softly, allowing her to pull him into his arms. “I think you should take that dress off and let me unwrap the rest of my prize, because there’s no way in hell I’m done with you yet.”

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @diorleclerc @thatsdemko @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @scuderiasundays @lorarri @oconso @silverstonesainz @userlando @httpiastri

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 14: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credit to Team Scuderia Ferrari

Word count: 4,410

Written by raelee / Posted Oct 10

Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

The Girls Masterlist

“I heard you were in Monaco and didn’t come see me,” Lando accuses as soon as I answer his FaceTime call.

“You were already in Mexico,” I answer defensively.

“Yeah, but asking me would’ve still been nice.”

“Why would I ask if I already knew that you weren’t there?” I question.

He opens his mouth to respond but stops, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I watch his eyes flicker on the screen, and as I’m about to ask him about the sudden movement, he answers my unasked question.

“Where are you right now?”

“Oh, uh,” I laugh nervously, causing Lando to squint at me. “I’m actually in my new flat.”

“Your new flat?” Lando raises his eyebrows at me.

“Yeah, Charles and I actually moved in together.” I wince, waiting for the earful that I’m about to receive.

If Lando doesn’t like Charles even staying at my flat, he’s going to hate that we live together now. Even if I told him that Charles is gone half of the year and we stay in different bedrooms he still wouldn’t be happy about it.

Lando opens his mouth, about to speak again, when his doorbell suddenly rings. I thank whatever God is listening in on our conversation for that. 

“Hold on,” he tells me like I have another option, heading towards his door so that I’m left staring at his ceiling. I hear muffled voices before he returns.

“Who was that?” I ask, hoping that the question will distract him from our previous topic.

“The delivery man,” he answers.

“Oh, what’d you get?”

“It’s not for me.”

I give him a questioning look at the response.

“They’re birthday presents for Ada and Lucy.”

Ada and Lucy's second birthday is coming up. They’re so excited to have a day that’s just dedicated to celebrating them. They’re especially looking forward to being able to eat cake and junk food all day, and open presents.

Unfortunately, it also falls on the day of the grand prix in Brazil. So Lando and Charles, two of their favorite people, won’t be able to celebrate their birthday with them on their actual birthday.

It’s going to be extremely difficult to explain to the girls why we’re celebrating, but why we’re not celebrating with the ones that they love.

“You didn’t have to buy them anything, Lando,” I insist.

“They’re my nieces, they’re going to get spoiled.”

“Well, thank you. We appreciate it. Were you going to come to London soon to celebrate with us?” I question.

It’s at a weird point in the season right now. There’s only a few races left until the season ends and winter break starts, so the atmosphere is weird. There’s a lot of testing and media duties for the drivers to do, so they’re at one of their busiest points, but everyone is ready for the season to just be done so they can get a little break.

“Well I was actually thinking that I could give them the presents in Brazil.”

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Like… you give them to Charles and Charles gives them to Ada and Lucy?”

“No, like you, Ada, and Lucy come to Brazil to watch the grand prix and McClaren will throw a birthday party for them, and I can give them their gifts then,” he suggests.

“Oh,” I’m taken by surprise. It’s honestly something that I hadn’t considered. “Lando, the grand prix is in like two weeks, that’s very short notice.”

“Yeah, but you already said that you don’t have classes on Fridays. And I think you said you work every other Friday and if I did my math correctly, you would have off that Friday,” he explains.

“I have a class on Monday in the afternoon, so if we flew back Sunday night or Monday morning I would still be able to make it…” I shake my head.

I can’t believe I’m considering this.

Going to a grand prix would bring the opposite of what I want for the girls. It would draw attention to them, especially if McClaren hosts a birthday party for them. After all of the drama on social media and people spotting us as a family of four out in public and posting about it, it makes me worried to go to Lando and Charles’ home away from home.

But… the girls have been showing more and more interest while watching the races lately. And I would love for them to be at a race to see their father and their uncle in their element. Plus meeting the people that Charles and Lando surround themselves with the majority of the weekend would be nice.

“I’ll have to think about it, Lando,” I sigh. “It just might be too hard and too soon after going to Monaco.”

“I get it, you don’t want to see your brother,” he jokes.

I roll my eyes. “Oh no, you caught me.”

“Let me know what you decide, alright? I can fly back and help you fly out with the girls, and I can pay for your flights and hotels and everything,” he offers.

I take a deep breath, gearing up to tell him that he doesn’t need to worry about that and I could figure it out myself. Then, I stop. “Okay, Lando.”

~

“You know what would be great?” Charles asks.

“What?” My eyes shift from the textbook in front of me to my laptop screen that has the problem pulled up, working through it in my head while also trying to carry a conversation with Charles.

“If you came to the Brazil grand prix with Ada and Lucy so that we could celebrate their birthday as a family.”

My head snaps towards where he’s set up on a FaceTime call on my phone leaned up against my water bottle.

“What?” I repeat my earlier question, although this time with surprise. My heart flutters when I catch that he referred to the four of us as a family. I know that I do it, but it’s nice to know that he does it too.

“Yeah, you know. We could celebrate their second birthday on their actual birthday, they could have a little party at Ferrari,” he suggests. “It’d be fun.”

“Have-”I pause at the question that I’m about to ask, already not believing the words that are about to leave my mouth, but Charles urges me on. “Have you been talking to my brother at all?”

“What? Why would you ask that?”

He’s a terrible actor.

“Because he said the exact same thing,” I deadpan.

“Great minds think alike.”

I sigh. “I’ll tell you the same thing that I told him. I’ll think about it.”

“If you’re worried about traveling with Ada and Lucy, I can fly back and fly out to Brazil with you three,” he offers.

“God, you really did talk to Lando,” I murmur. “You know what? Fine. If you and Lando can come out and help me fly out to Brazil with two toddlers and all of our luggage, we can spend their birthday at the grand prix in Brazil. I’m sure they would love that.”

“You’re not going to regret it, mon amour,” he grins enthusiastically. “I’m going to call Lando now to figure out all of the details.”

“Okay, have-”The phone call ends before I can finish my sentence. “Fun.”

I roll my eyes at the clear excitement on Charles’ face, but can’t hide the smile that’s growing on my lips.

~

“Lando, can you grab a bag, please?”

It’s like deja vu, except this time Lando is the one holding Ada and Lucy’s hands while I walk alongside Charles who struggles with the bags once again.

“No, I’m escorting Ada and Lucy right now,” Lando denies. Charles gives him a look of disbelief. “Uncle privileges.”

“Charles, just let me grab-””Not you, mon amour,” he declines, heaving a bag higher onto his shoulder.

I roll my eyes at his stubbornness but don’t persist any further.

I’m just surprised that I’m in the airport for the second time this month, jetting off on yet another international trip. I’m shocked that I’m doing this at this point in my life, nonetheless with two toddlers by my side.

Of course I have help from Lando and Charles (although, is Lando really help?) but after trying so hard to keep my daughters out of the public eye, taking them to a place where people from all walks of life attend is crazy to me. I can’t help but feel weirdly proud of myself for how far I’ve come.

“Are you okay?” Lando’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I return his gaze. “You just kind of zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile at him and he smiles back.

And they’re genuine smiles. I really am fine.

~

Charles gets us in on Friday without having to deal with any of the media. I’m secretly relieved- as much as I’ve tried to reassure him that I don’t mind the media and fans, we’ll just have to hide the girls’ faces as best as we can, he’s taking all precautions to protect their privacy as best as we can.

“What are my nieces wearing?” A voice snaps me out of my quiet bickering with a whining Ada.

“Shirts and jeans,” I answer, picking her up and into my arms.

“Ferrari shirts,” Charles smirks at Lando.

“Ugh,” Lando wrinkles his nose in disgust. “That won’t do.” He glares at Ada’s gray Ferrari T-shirt and Lucy’s red one. “I’ll find something else for you.”

He disappears before Charles and I can say anything else.

I roll my eyes, a point for Charles not to comment on it, before we make our way into the Ferrari garage.

“Y/N!” I’m pulled into a pair of arms as soon as I enter. I don’t recognize the arms- he’s gotten much more muscular over time- but I do recognize the cologne.

He still needs to use less of it.

“Oh, Carlos,” I wrap my free arm around him.

When I was Lando’s assistant and Carlos still drove at McClaren, we became close because of their close friendship. I didn’t tag along on all of their outings, I hate golf, but we would go out to dinner and for walks together.

We became close fast.

And it was difficult when I had to end that friendship.

I pull back, wiping at the light tears in my eyes at the sudden rush of emotions hitting me. Luckily, Carlos doesn’t comment on it, leaning in closer to brush his thumb against the little girl in my arm’s cheek.

“And this must be Ada, I see you in all of your mother’s stories.”

“Is everyone on your private story’s list but me?” Charles whines.

“Step it up, Charles,” Carlos grins at his teammate, brushing a strand of Lucy’s hair behind her ear. Her cheeks blush as she stares at him.

“Oh no, no boys,” Charles scolds gently, turning away so that Lucy could no longer face Carlos.

To my surprise, Ada’s staring back at Carlos. Not in a bashful way like her sister, but in a curious way.

“I heard it’s your birthday,” Carlos says to Ada and Lucy.

“On Sunday they turn two,” I explain.

“Well I got you birthday presents that you need to open today.” He grabs two nearby bags.

“Carlos, they don't need anything. Especially not today, it’s not their birthday yet,” Charles tells his teammate.

“They’re opening them anyway.”

Carlos’ tone leaves no room for argument and the girls have already focused on the bags, so Carlos hands them over to open.

They’re toddler sized Ferrari hats, but on the brim there’s a 55 and they’re both signed by Carlos.

“Really? You signed it too?” Charles looks unimpressed. I can’t help but laugh, which earns a grin for Carlos and a glare from Charles.

“They could make a nice buck off of it one day.”

~

I try to subtly walk through the paddock back to the Ferrari garage to meet Charles after showing the girls the cars on the track for qualifying, but it’s not easy with a tired toddler on each hip while trying to look out for any phones recording or taking pictures of us.

An arm suddenly pushes on my back, guiding me towards a different garage.

“These are my nieces,” Lando’s familiar voice announces proudly to the group of mechanics and engineers.

“Ew, Lando, get your arm off of me, you’re all sweaty,” I whine.

He rolls his eyes but removes his arm, reaching out to forcibly take the exhausted girls from my arms into his.

“No, you must be tired from the race, I can hold them,” I reassure them.

“Let me spend time with my girls,” he disagrees.

“And who might you be?” One of the mechanics raises an eyebrow at me flirtatiously.

Before I can handle it (in other words, embarrass myself) Lando speaks up, glaring at the mechanic. “She’s my sister.”

One of the other mechanics nudges the guy and mumbles something. All I can manage to hear is ‘Leclerc.’

Speak of the devil and he may appear.

“What are you doing here?” Charles asks in confusion, resting a hand on my waist gently and stepping around me to wave at his daughters.

“Lando pulled me in here,” I explain.

“Did you come to spy on the enemy, Leclerc?” A man I’ve only seen in photos approaches. Well, he’s really just a boy.

“Oscar Piastri,” my face lights up at the sight of him and I step forward to shake his hand. “It’s so great to finally meet you. You know, I loved your overtake in F2 in Bahrain-””Now hold on,” Lando interrupts me. “Are you telling me that my sister is actually an Oscar Piastri fan?”

“Yes, I really am,” I admit, watching as Charles wrestles Ada out of Lando’s arms.

“I can’t believe this, my own sister likes my teammate more than she likes me,” my brother says in mock disbelief.

“Why wouldn’t she? I’m the one decorating the cake for her daughters’ birthday party on Sunday,” Oscar grins smugly.

“Birthday party? On Sunday? Here?” Charles repeats parts of the sentence, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, that’s what he just said. Do you need your ears checked or something?” Lando questions jokingly.

“You can’t have a birthday party for the girls here on Sunday. We’re having a birthday party for them in the Ferrari motorhome,” Charles says.

“Well I’m their uncle that they rarely see, so they really should be spending more time here with me, and that includes having their birthday party here,” Lando responds.

“And I’m their dad, so they should have their birthday party in a familiar environment. And that’s surrounded by red,” Charles narrows his eyes at his competitor.

As if they both suddenly remember that I’m there, they turn to look at me with expectant gazes. As soon as I recognize the expressions, I laugh.

“Oh hell no, you’re not dragging me into this. Figure it out yourselves.”

They turn back to each other in defeat, narrowing their eyes at each other once again. This is going to be a long weekend.

~

“Oh my god,” I gape at the screen, hugging the girls tight to me as Charles crosses the line for a second place finish. “Dad came in second place, girls.”

The girls, despite not knowing what I’m saying, clap their hands in excitement, causing the engineers and mechanics around me to laugh.

“Are you going to the podium?” One of them asks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I frown, fighting myself internally.

On one hand, it would be a great opportunity to remind Charles that I care about his career and success. Having his daughters at a race with him to watch him for the first time and then to get a podium, I know he’d be a little disappointed if we weren’t to go to the podium celebrations.

But on the other hand, I’m still worried about Ada and Lucy’s privacy. I know that pictures of their faces are already out there, but I want to do all that I can to prevent more of them from getting out. I want them to be able to have that privacy to decide what they want to do in the future instead of always being known as Charles Leclerc’s daughters. And a grand prix with cameras and strangers everywhere… they’re bound to constantly be on camera, especially with the controversy surrounding their existence and sudden appearance.

“Are you worried about their faces being seen?” Another mechanic asks. “Because I have a solution.”

I give him a curious look and he grabs two nearby helmets used for decoration, putting them over the girls heads. They squeal in excitement and I laugh.

“That’s genius.”

Together we make our way to the podium, crowding together behind the fence for Charles, Max, and Sergio to drive up. Everyone around me is polite, making sure to leave me plenty of room with a toddler on each hip.

When Charles pulls up and sees us, an expression that I’ve never seen before appears on his face. It lights up and it’s full of adoration, and he practically runs over to us.

He rips his helmet off, throwing it haphazardly on the ground behind him before leaning forward, lifting the visor of Ada’s helmet and placing a kiss on her nose. He does the same to Lucy and I smile at the gesture, expecting him to move on to the guys beside me to celebrate with them.

To my surprise, he pulls me into a hug, Ada and Lucy squished between us.

“Happy for you,” I confess to him, choking back the sobs that want to escape. He gives me a soft smile, able to tell that I’m seconds away from crying.

Thankfully he moves on to the guys before I start bawling my eyes out. I don’t know why I feel like crying. Maybe because this feels so… natural. Being at grand prixs again, surrounded by all of the drivers and mechanics and engineers. Taking my daughters to grand prixs, showing them the world that their uncle and dad were raised in and now are dominating.

Maybe it’s the pride that I feel for Charles, who’s having such a great season.

When Charles is up on the podium, I do let a tear slip.

~

“Good, I was just looking for you. They’re setting up the birthday party at the McClaren motorhome right now,” Lando catches up to the four of us as we walk back to the Ferrari motorhome.

“Lando, the Ferrari motorhome is already getting their birthday party ready,” Charles informs him slowly.

“Well, I already told you that McClaren’s going to host their birthday party.”

“And I already told you that Ferrari’s going to host their birthday party.”

Once again, the two stare each other down.

God I’m really getting sick of this.

“Guys, I have something to show you,” Alex suddenly appears, breaking the tension.

“Oh thank god,” I mumble, following behind him as he begins to make his way down the paddock.

“Is it in the Williams motorhome? That’s such a far walk,” Lando whines. I hear a thump, then another thump as Lando hits Charles back.

Alex holds the door open for us and Ada and Lucy enter ahead of everyone else. All of the sudden, a bunch of people jump out from behind the furniture in the room, shouting “Surprise!” and blowing party blowers.

Ada looks around shyly, clinging to my leg, while Lucy takes a step forward with a wide grin, loving the attention. There’s people from all the teams here, from employees in the communication departments to mechanics, engineers, and drivers.

I recognize a lot of the faces even years later, but there’s some new ones as well.

“Thank you for this,” I murmur to Alex as Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon manage to pry Ada off my leg to dance and Lucy watches in a trance as Fernando Alonso and Sergio Perez engage in a conversion in Spanish.

“Of course,” he grins at me, knowing how much easier it is to have this party at a neutral location. Not only to stop the fighting, but also to hopefully mend the relationship between Lando and Charles.

It’s only when Ada and Lucy blow out the candles on their cake that it hits me. I have two two year olds.

Of course I know that they’re not the small babies that I once cradled in my arms or fed bottles to, but it’s so much harder actually realizing it. They’ll never be as little as they are now.

And right now… they’re not even that little. Right now they’re holding their own forks, feeding themselves cake while trying to keep it off of themselves as best as they can. They’re real people with thoughts and emotions, and they no longer need me as much as they once did.

It makes my heart hurt.

I glance over at Charles, thinking of his reaction when we found out that I wasn’t pregnant. If anyone’s the father of my girls, I’m glad that it’s him. It makes me curious about my future children… what their dad will be like. If it’ll be Charles.

“Why is she staring at him like that?” Alex’s question snaps me out of my thoughts.

My cheeks blush, thinking that I’ve been caught, but once I follow his sightline I see Lucy staring at Carlos, batting her eyelashes at him.

“She’s trying to flirt with him,” I inform him.

“That’s flirting with him?” Esteban raises his eyebrows in disbelief. It’s literally just staring creepily at Carlos and blinking quickly. She needs to work on it.

“I wonder where she learned that from,” Lily giggles, nudging me.

“That’s a classic Y/N move,” Charles chimes in.

“What? No it’s not,” I deny, reaching over to push his shoulder teasingly.

“Please, do you not remember?”

“Remember what?”

He grins at me and it’s like we’re the only two people in the room. “Remember when we would lay in bed at night on a race weekend and you would bat those pretty little eyelashes at me, ‘Oh Charles, can you please go get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine?’”

“I never did that,” I exclaim.

“Yes you did, on multiple occasions. I’m surprised we were never caught with how often I would have to buy you damn chocolate bars,” he teases.

I laugh and he joins in softly.

Someone clearing their throat snaps us out of the moment and I suddenly remember there’s people around us.

“Um, let’s move on to presents,” I announce awkwardly.

Ada and Lucy get so much stuff. Esteban gets them a book on how to learn French- I guess he doesn't know much about two year olds, Pierre gets them mini purses from Louis Vuitton, Lando had two toddler sized play cars sent to our new apartment but gives the girls practically the whole Barbie aisle for the party, and Max gets them a baby shark toy (something about how good the song is).

Slowly, everyone begins to leave, and Lando and George keep the girls entertained while Charles and I begin to clean up.

“Well I’d say the party was a success,” I say to Charles, bending down to pick wrapping paper off of the ground.

“Yeah, Albon did a great job hosting. Ada and Lucy had a lot of fun,” he glances over to where they’re playing with their new toys.

“So did the drivers,” I chuckle.

I begin to rise at an angle, hands full of wrapping paper as Charles bends down at an angle to grab some more wrapping paper. I turn my head at the same time he ducks his down, his lips landing on my own.

We kiss for a split second, lips moving against each other in sync before I remember where we are and pull away with a quiet gasp.

My eyes look over at the group of four, seeing them still playing. They didn’t notice the accidental kiss at all.

The damage is done as I look over at Charles, who’s staring back at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. I stare back with blushing cheeks.

“Are you guys almost done?” Lando calls out, breaking our staring competition.

“Yeah, just a little bit longer,” I agree, not breaking the gaze with Charles.

~

We don't have the chance to talk about it.

As soon as we get back to the hotel, both girls are sent into meltdowns from the sugar high and a long, exhausting day. Then, since they’re both throwing a fit, once one begins to calm down the other one begins to overreact which sends the other one into a fit again.

Finally Charles and I manage to bathe them, change them into their pajamas, and get them to bed.

If I’m exhausted, I don’t know how Charles feels.

I can feel his eyes on me as I anxiously fold one of Lucy’s dirty shirts.

I look up, meeting those hazel eyes that I’ve become so accustomed to seeing. Now I don’t know what I would do without them.

“So…” I start awkwardly.

He just looks so good like this. Hair messy from a long day, in just a casual T-shirt and gym shorts. It’s his dad look. The dim light from the hotel lamp casts a warm glow on him, making me want to just reach over and pull him into my arms.

Before I can even react, he takes two steps forward, hands gently placed on my biceps as he turns me towards him. He leans down and my hands reach up to grab the back of his biceps as our lips meet.

It’s an anticipated kiss, and god, was it worth the wait.

His lips are warm and comforting, like pulling on a sweatshirt straight out of the dryer. Like it’s meant to be, and although you know it can’t last forever, you’ll savor it while it’s happening.

His hands slide down to my waist and my arms wind around his neck, pulling him as close to me as I can.

It’s Ada and Lucy’s second birthday. And it’s also the day that Charles and I kissed twice- once on accident and once on purpose.

This may be one of the happiest days of my life.

Tags that are working

@untitled92260 @disneydaydreameralways @zxlla @thrsdyschld @purpledianezzzzzz @lovingroscoee @bilbobag9ins @way-to-eat-all-the-chips-kip @withyoutilltheendofthismess @chiogarza @simpforpierre @scottmctominbae @octaviareina @lindsaytriestowrite @starjane312 @savannah-elliott @sanne-p @o0itsjustme0o @eleanorbvb @permanentllyharry

@dr3lover @piceous21 @citylights31 @xoxoloverb @lebritneeey @sweetlittleorchid @soomanybands @raaaaabzzz @heyitskay-21  @5secondsof-beforeyouexit @xox-moon-xox @tall-tanned-tattoo @fredsandlokiswhore @fictional-l0v3r @valkryejh @welcometomyworldwithoutrules @starjane312 @hannahholland1811 @b-orderline

@puthaydestroyer @theplobnrgone @dudde-44 @lmao-liz @herpes-free-since-05 @leclerc16s @fictional-l0v3r @hes-club @kyomihann @compulsiveshit @markluv4u @kodzuskook @hazzasswiftie @organasith @chxndlerrr @ella33 @pleasantducktimetravel @ourlazydetectivekitten @weirdlychaotic @s00nfloweronfyre @ophcelia @loveofmylife12 @iamasimpingh0e @amulhermaisfelizdomundo @allisonxf1 @f-hollands @junglxqueen @motylekrozi @shqwqrma @justmemewriting @hello-sunshine-x @hiphopdancer101universe @caosfanblr @rosesintj @arieltwvdtohamflash  @dessxoxsworld @alwaysclassyeagle @irule-ha-losers @buendiabebeta @butterflyjames @copper-boom @xcharlottemikaelsonx @mrswang17 @charlesswife @kplatzman @teti-menchon0604 @oneoftwoghosts @darkmalice00 @alwaysclassyeagle @rafaaoli @a-distantdreamer @teti-menchon0604 @sadsierra2 @screemqueen @spngirl05 @lighttsoutlewis @alwaysclassyeagle @bwormie 

Tags that aren’t working

 @watermelon1299 @sweet3poison @88red88 @infamousmany @cippyo @sophiachiodelli @starlightoctavia @ln15 @adorerdj @fromthedeskofjoii @ar333f1 @callmequeenbeee @starbucksthings @ninnypoosworld @starxqt @poofy-baby-unicorns @escapingrealityagain @jazztime @sueesstuff @coucou123 @nglurmomishotlmao @dontforgetplusc @teamspideyman @starcatcher48 @lissimountf1 @motheraiya @lovee-rosiieee @brusg21 @lcuppo @squidwardsluverxx @ystrolllll @blueskiesandtom @fulla02 @teardropsandraindrops @ruleroftheuniverse

[smoooothoperator]

Beautiful Stranger

10: Ready Or Not

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 2.7k

warnings: Lily's pov, handritten and falshbacks in italics

Masterlist

Official playlist

previous part | next part

a/n: hello guys!! I'm warning you, the next chapter will be the last one of the story! (not including the epilogue, obviously). I hope all of you like this chapter even if for me seems boring, love you all❤️

Every type of feedback is very welcomed

She was broken.

The moment she heard the knocks on her front door she knew he was leaving. Leaving forever.

No matter how much pain he gave her, no matter if he lied to her. She fell in love with the person that shared those days with her. She should forgive him, right? Give him a second chance and let him explain.

But how? How can she do that? Why is it so hard to control her emotions? 

Logan, or Lando, whoever he is, lied to her. It's not funny when someone lies to you. But when that person knows everything about you, all your fears and deepest secrets, the trust is gone so quickly.

And that's what happened to her. She trusted him enough to let him sleep on her bed, to let him take showers in her bathroom, to have a bath with her. Enough trust to give herself to him.

And now she's standing in the middle of her apartment, with cushions and blankets on the floor, balls of paper ripped off of her sketchbook with portraits of him. 

"How could you?" she mumbled, looking at the first draw she ever made of him. Those eyes staring back at her, this time with a mocking gaze. "Why…"

She spent that day in her bedroom, under the blankets trying to find some comfort and emotional support. 

But the pictures on her phone weren't helping at all. All the memories coming back while watching them, those weren't helping at all.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking closer to one of the pillars of the ruins. "We are in Delfos!"

She was looking around, like a kid in a candy store, and he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her smile and how her eyes were bright while looking at all those ruins.

"I only see broken things" he joked, making her slap his arm softly.

"Just imagine it" she said, pointing around. "It just gives me shivers thinking about it"

"You are so cute" he chuckled, kissing her temple. "Come on, take a picture with me"

She sighed, locking her phone and leaving it on the other side of the bed. 

She took a deep breath, feeling how the wave of sobs started again. Her brain was punishing her for trusting someone like him, making her remember all the moments she had with him, all the moments she started to fall harder and harder for him.

Logan was a liar and she loved him. 

Lily tried to love before. To fall in love with her fiance, or even like him. That man was good with her, he didn't deserve to be left alone in that church, without a wife and with all their family laughing at him.

"Liliane, would you like to go out for dinner with me?" Adrian asked her, walking inside her apartment. "Come on, get ready"

"Adrian… I really don't want to go outside" she sighed l, closing her book and leaving it on the coffee table. 

"Then I'll make you something and we'll have dinner here" he nodded. "I saw you have a nice wine around, maybe I can make something and we can open it"

She took a deep breath, looking at the man. How can someone like him accept what his parents did? He's 26 years old and she's 23, how can someone accept something like that just to make their parents happy? What type of parents are them? 

"Alright" she nodded. "What are you going to make?"

"Well… I heard that you love Greece" he said. "And casually one of my coworkers' customer is the owner of one of the most famous Greek restaurants in London"

"The Andromeda?" she gasped. "No way, that's one of my favorite restaurants in London!"

"I know, that's why I asked if I could have the recipe of their most famous dish" he said, showing her the screen of his phone.

"That's… that's awesome, Adrian" she smiled softly, visibly touched by the gesture he had with her. 

"So yeah, continue reading whatever you were reading while I cook our dinner" he nodded.

Adrian was a handsome man, someone that has all the girls of the company behind him. But she wasn't jealous. She didn't see him that way, she couldn't see herself being in love with him even if she tried.

She blames the karma for everything that is happening to her. If only she tried to be how her parents wanted her to be, or accept her destiny and marry a man she couldn't love.. if she didn't abandon her family, none of this would be happening.

She was heartbroken, knowing that she was having an inner fight, wanting to get up from her bed and go talk with him or just ignore him until he leaves the next day.

The first half hour was easy. She only had to close her eyes and take deep breaths, ignore the noise of her surroundings and focus on her heartbeat. 

But again, memories with his face on it came back.

"Lily!" he giggled, getting out of the water of the sea and running towards her.

"Don't you dare! No! Logan!" she exclaimed, knowing that he was going to hug her with his body wet from the water. "Stop it!"

"Come on, let's cool down a little" he chuckled. "You are too hot. And I'm not saying it because you are hot and sexy. If I out an egg on your thigh I bet it would fry"

"You are exaggerating" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Come to the water with me, come on" he asked her, kissing her shoulder. "It's really nice"

"I was tanning, Logan" she sighed, sitting on the towel.

"And you can continue that later" he smiled. "Come on, are you the same Lily that the same day you had your ankle bandaged, needed to be in the water and fell to the floor of the bathroom? Or the one that literally dragged me out of my apartment to take you to the beach?"

"Oh, and you loved doing that" she smiled, pecking his lips. "Didn't you?"

"Of course I did" he chuckled. "And I loved every minute of that and what came next"

She felt tears again, making her close her eyes hard and gasp while opening them again and sit on the bed.

She heard that love comes with pain, but never imagined it could be that painful.

She doesn't know when she fell asleep, thinking it wasn't possible after what happened, but the knocks on the front door were the reason she woke up.

She heard him. His voice was sad, it didn't sound the same as the previous days. 

Lily wanted to open the door, to ask him to stay and never leave. But it was for the best, for both of them. She wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many things… but her body wasn't helping at all, staying still on the door of her bedroom.

She saw the paper slipping through the door, making her breath get stuck in her throat and her heartbeat increase. She was battling her own body to walk towards the door, wanting to see him one last time. But her body wasn't cooperating.

Maybe she has to forget him. Maybe it's a sign her own body is sending her. Her brain and heart were having an argument, her angel and demon were fighting on her shoulders.

"Why would you want to go to him? He lied to you! He deserves your hate and your silence" her mind and demon groaned.

"You love him, Lily. And he just said he loves you. Everyone deserves a second chance" her heart and angel argued back.

"No" she frowned, looking at the paper. She wants to pick it up, to read it. Maybe it has the answers she's been searching for.

"He hurt you, Lily" her demon said. "Burn that thing. Rip it off. He doesn't deserve your pardon"

Her body was working. Her legs were taking her to the door, letting her grab the paper. It was like her body was being controlled by cords, she was a ragdoll.

"Please, Aphrodite" she mumbled.

She believes in love. She always wanted to find someone who loves her no matter what. Someone who would give her everything she needed and deserved. 

And he, Logan, gave her everything.

Ignoring the paper, she opened the door hoping to find him there, waiting for her.

But there was no one waiting. 

"Fuck" she mumbled, looking down and closing the door.

The paper remained untouched and ignored for days. All her answers were there, and still, she didn't want to read them. Every time she walked out of her apartment she stepped on that letter. 

"Kalimera, Lily" Nora smiled weakly at her. "How are you feeling?"

She looked at the woman in front of her, watching her sad smile directed to her. She knows what happened.

"Good" she lied. 

"Lily…"

"No, really. I'm good" she nodded. "I’m really good”

“How many times will you repeat that you are good? Are you doing that to convince yourself?” Nora sighed, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to lie to me, kid”

“I just…” she sighed, feeling how her shoulders got heavier. “He lied to me, Nora… he made me fall in love and believe his lie from the start. You know me. You know that I don’t like lies…”

“Was it really a harmful lie?” the woman asked, grabbing the chair next to her and sitting on it. “You know why he did that?”

“It doesn’t matter. He lied” she mumbled.

“It does matter. He’s famous. You know how that life is, you know how it is being the daughter of someone that has an important name” she said. “You came here to escape, just like him”

“But that’s not a reason to lie! To tell me that he’s a person he’s clearly not”

“You are being selfish here, Liliane” Nora said, making her flinch when she heard her birth name. “You came to this town escaping from your life, making everyone believe that you are someone you are not. Tell me this, kid. Do you keep that ring you came with? Do you still have the money your parents gave you?”

“Nora…”

“No. This is my time to talk” the old woman interrupted her. “You came to Parga the same day of your wedding. You came to this town with things from your previous life and locked them in a wardrobe. You know you can’t hide from f¡your past forever, Liliane”

“Stop calling me that name…” she mumbled.

“It’s your name. Can’t you see? You came here and did the same thing he did! You changed your name and made everyone believe your lies” she frowned. “That guy loves you. That guy came here all days asking how to make your favorite dishes, which places he should take you. That guy called to check if there weren’t any paparazzi around because he didn’t wanted to expose you two because he knew that sooner or later someone would find him”

“I didn’t ask him to do any of that!”

“Exactly! He did that because he loved you! He loves you! Did you read the letter? Did you read the emails?”

“W-what emails?” she frowned.

“I gave him your email address”

“Nora!”

“Lily, please. I want you to be happy, he made you happy” Nora sighed holding her hands. “Just give him a chance”

Lily sighed, getting up and getting ready to work, trying to get distracted and not look at her phone.

If he sent her emails, why not send her a text? Oh, right… because they never exchanged their numbers.

Summer finished. And then autumn came. 

She read his letter a month later, having to grab it after receiving a package with his name on it. 

The moment she opened the box, his perfume invaded the apartment, knowing that he sprayed it on the clothes inside of it.

She sighed, grabbing the baby blue hoodie and hugging it. It definitely smells like him.

"Idiot" she whispered, breathing the scent of the material. 

A card caught her attention, making her sigh when she recognized his handwriting.

My amazing Lily,

I hope you like this hoodie. I read that the cold in Greece comes late, but I know that you like to wear hoodies no matter the weather outside. 

I hope next time we meet you wear this hoodie. 

I miss you.

I love you.

Yours,

Lando.

She sighed, tracing the handwriting with her fingertips. She remembers how he used to write on her notebooks, trying to copy the words she wrote in Greek.

She imagined how he looked while writing this letter, how he could be biting his lip, how he could shrug his nose.

The day she received the box, she read his letter and emails, making her wonder how he's doing, how is his life without her.

She wanted to answer, write to him and call him. But there was something stopping her. 

What was it? Fear? Maybe… Anger? No. 

Pain. The knife of betrayal was still buried on her chest and everytime she read about him, it slipped deeper and deeper. 

Maybe his life is better without her. Maybe she was only a summer fling for him. Maybe he doesn't need her anymore.

That's what she thought while opening her email app, not finding news about him. 

Maybe… maybe he forgot about her.

He went from writing all weeks to write only once a month. Even if he said that he loves her, she feels alone, not loved anymore.

Maybe she should write to him. Maybe she should ask why he doesn't write to her anymore. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Maybe she deserves this, all the torture and the pain. Because Nora was right: she's a liar too.

What she considered her home was now a torture room, making all the memories of them come back to her. The town she loved was now the stage where ghosts of them danced in synchrony, making her remember that he's no longer with her.

Everytime she walked through that street she could remember the first time he saw him, making her feel goosebumps on the ankle she injured.

Everytime she went to that private beach she could remember all the times they nearly kissed, how he confessed that he was dying to kiss her, searching for orange shells and talking about nothing. Now she looks around trying to find those shells as a way of having him close to her again.

This place holds too many memories of him, of someone that is no longer hers.

Maybe she has to leave and find a new home, a new place, and start from zero. Be herself, Liliane Barton. 

She called him immature. But how wrong was she, when the immature here was herself, living on a lie she created even if she escaped from one. She never wanted to be what her parents asked her to be. She thought that she could be like those women from the tales her babysitter read to her when she was a kid. She thought she could be brave and strong, a fighter everyone could respect.

But to be fair, she's still being a little girl that wants to escape from the real world.

"Mature, you idiot" she groaned looking at herself in the mirror. 

She tried to find somewhere to go. Somewhere to settle down and act like the adult she is. A home, a job… whatever she needed.

"What if he comes back?" Nora asked her with a sad smile, grabbing the keys of the apartment. "What if he's searching you?"

"Will he?" she smiled weakly. "Do you really think he will come? I don't think so… he stopped writing, Nora. Even if I wrote to him once he never replied. I'm the past…"

"Oh, Lily…"

"Liliane" she corrected her. "I learned my lesson. No more lies"

"I'm proud of you, little girl" she smiled, hugging her. "But… I'm sure he will come"

"Then if he does that you know what to do" she whispered, hugging the woman that was like a mother to her one last time, pulling away and grabbing her suitcase.

When she came for the first time to that town, dressed with a summer dress and her hair styled as a bride, she was a scared girl.

But now, dressed with a red hoodie and the name of the eSports team of someone she still loves on it, she feels free.

This time she's free.

taglist

@lestappenloverr @racinggirl @roni-midnights @livster8 @kakorrhaphiphobia @starkeyellow @celestialpierre @ophcelia @msliz @lorarri @ironmaiden1313 @imsorare @mycenterfold @im-an-overthinker @soosheee @karmabyfernando @landoyesrizz @sticksdoesart @beatricemiruna @nonameishere @flwr-stella

[userlando]

i don’t know if i’m reaching but i need this out of my brain

coming home from work from having the worst day ever, hearing nothing but silence, going upstairs thinking Lando and your baby boy are thanking a nap or something, you open the bathroom door finding the cutest scene of them taking a bath together, then lando notice you and gives you that smile that he has when he looks at the camera at the end and your baby boy smile at you too but he has no teeth yet (that gummy smile that babies have) and you just melt there and forget about all your problems, cuz you just realized how lucky you are 😭😭😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjkcUVTB/

STOP IT RIGHT NOW!! how did you manage to give me baby fever so easily 😭 oh my god I can just imagine their little faces, looking up at you with their identical cheesy smiles. and if it’s a toddler, I’d imagine lando drawing up a bath with bubbles just for the sole purpose of creating beards and hair out of bubbles lajdksjdj

[the-offside-rule]

Lance Stroll (Aston Martin) - Stay Away Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Y/n and Lance walked along the beach as the moon reflected onto the waves. They'd been talking for ages now and there was no sign of them stopping anytime soon. "So, what did the team need you for?" Y/n asked. Lance let out a sigh as he began to think about a lie. "Just some technical stuff. Nothing too serious." He replied. It got quiet. He didn't like it whatsoever. Urgh this was tragic. Think Lance, think. You can't ask about art, that's predictable. What should he ask, come on. "What stuff do you listen to?" Lance mentally face palmed himself. He knew the gist of what she listened to based on last year. He listened to near enough the same stuff. "Oh my god, I've been obsessed with Maneskin lately. Have you heard their music?" Lance grinned at her enthusiasm. "Only two, I haven't been listening to the other songs."

Y/n thought for a moment. What should she do to get him to remember these songs? "Do you still have that drawing?" Y/n grinned. Lance nodded shyly. "Kind of. It ripped during one of my crashes." He wanted to tell her the truth but he couldn't. He didn't want to start a fight between Y/n and Lando. "Do you have it with you?" She asked. "I mean, the writing part." He replied ashamed. He reached into his pocket and handed it over. She took a pen out of her pocket and began writing a list of songs for him to listen to. "I beg that you listen to Are You Ready. It's the only one of these I care that you listen to." Lance glanced at some of the songs and nodded. "Sure, I can listen to these. Thanks for the recommendations."

The evening had gone by in a flash, both talking about what the other had been up to since they last met. It had gotten to the point where it was nearing midnight and both had an early start to the morning so of course, they both needed to get back to their hotels. Lance had walked passed his own hotel to drop Y/n home safely. He dijdnt want anything bad to happen of course. She opened her door and stood in the doorway looking at Lance and never wanting to look away. "Thank you for tonight. I needed a break honestly." Y/n looked exhausted. Lance looked over to his left and saw Lando's door. Lanod was probably listening through the door in all honesty, it wouldn't surprise Lance at this point.

"Y/n, I have to tell you something." Lance had to tell her about Lando. He was acting out. "Yeah, go for it." He took a breath in and changed what he was going to say last minute, hoping one day it would pay off. Besides, he didn't want to cause a brawl to break out in the hallway of a hotel he wasn't even staying at. "You looked beautiful tonight." He cringed to himself. He looked like such a wuss! Y/n felt her cheeks heating up. "Thanks. You didn't look too bad either. You clean up nicely." Lance felt relieved. "I should go to bed though. I'll see you tomorrow?" Lance nodded. "Of course you will." Lance replied. She smiled and leaned in to place a soft kiss onto Lance's cheek, in turn making him blush a bit. "Goodnight Lance." She said. "Goodnight." Lance said breathlessly. He wasn't exactly expecting a kiss after not seeing her since Monza. He began to walk away in disbelief of what had just happened but with every step, it slowly sunk in what happened. She kissed his cheek.

Lance walked into the paddock as the happiest man alive. His smile was visible through his sunglasses. He was genuinely happy and nothing could possibly ruin that. There was a bit of commotion towards the McLaren garage that caught Lance's attention so of course, he went to investigate. He had to get to his own garage anyway. He walked a bit closer towards the crowd and peered over to see what the fuss was about. His face dropped and his once happy mood had been swooped away. He looked and saw George and Y/n, his arm around her shoulder, both looking longily at each other.

[watercolor-hearts]

hey v, just wanted to ask if you were ok/better after yesterday bc today i have seen some of the george hate and i have lost braincells 💀

🥺❤ Hi dear, thank you for asking. ❤

I try to be okay because I have a lot of uni homework to do (it's insane that we get like 3-4 drawings to make for next week's lesson or for the one two weeks later... I have almost zero free time and it makes me sad because I want to write and there are prompts and own ideas waiting for me...) and they kinda help me not to think about what happened but yeah, I saw some not so nice comments, even though I try really hard not to open any comment sections or anything.

Sadly Facebookon keeps recommending me F1 groups (I wish I knew how to stop it) and there was a post in one of them about George's post race interview and the poster wrote that it looks like George cried or was about to cry and someone commented that what makes a difference between men and boys is that men don't cry. And it made me fucking angry because 1.) it's a fucking stupid thing to say, 2.) one of the things I really like about George is that how emotional he is. (And then I wanted to cry but it's not new, for some reason I always find a reason to feel like I want to cry... Maybe stress relief or I don't know. 🤦🏻‍♀️ (And maybe the Carlos hate added a bit to it but I don't even want to mention it because I could write a fucking essay on it...))

And also, the usual comments that for George his result is more important than the team result, he's selfish, he's shit etc. etc.

I'm a bit tired because this is/was hell of an emotional rollercoaster. In one minute I'm happy and I'm smiling while watching videos of Carlos (and Lando) and then fucking Facebook or Tumblr recommends me a George (or Carlos) hate post and there goes my mood. It's so difficult to be happy for Carlos (I am!) and sad for George at the same time. They're the two people I can't decide between if there's a question of which one of them I like more, so right now I don't really know what to do with my emotions.

To be honest I just wanna read some good comfort fics, especially with George. 🥺❤ (And I've found one, and it was truly amazing. And there are some Carlando and Charlos ones waiting on my marked for later list as well but I don't know when I'll read them because I should work on my homework for tomorrow...)

Anyway, thank you so much again for checking on me, it means a lot. ❤ It's not easy to be a George fan, especially when something like this happens. But this is racing, this is life, and I should now shut up (because I talk a lot and I don't want to repeat the same things over and over again (I tend to) just because I'm hurt and it's unusual for me to have people care about me enough to ask how I am and make me want to tell everything because what if it's my only chance... 🤦🏻‍♀️ Oh god, this sounds so stupid...).

Have a nice day/night, Nyx. ❤

[httpiastri]

blurb prompts !!

1.5k celebrations ll celly masterlist ll navigation

actions:

– kisses along their jaw

– holding apart your legs with their hands

– kissing the place where their neck meets their shoulder

– slow dancing, bodies pressed against each other's

– hipbone kisses

– forehead kisses

– temple kisses

– top of head kisses

– knuckle kisses

– stomach kisses

– thigh kisses

– cheek kisses

– burying your head in the crook of their neck

– hair tucking

– hair pulling

– good morning kisses

– goodnight kisses

– flying kisses

– swiping across their lower lip with your thumb

– shutting the other up with a kiss

– whispering in-between kisses

– many quick soft pecks in a row

– hands on their neck as you kiss

– pulling them in by their tie

– drawing lines between their freckles/moles/birth marks with your finger

– smiles pressed against smiles

– foreheads leaning against foreheads

– hands under their clothes

– soft kisses turning into heated kisses

– heated kisses turning into soft kisses

– leaving nail marks down their back

– leaving bite marks down their neck

– nervous kisses

– gentle, soft, tender kisses

– hungry, heated, impatient kisses

– sleepy kisses

– hands tangling in their hair

– brushing hair away from their face

– kissing them all over their face

– getting caught kissing

– back hugs

– face squishing

– hand squeezing

– drawing shapes on their skin

– hiding their face in their hands

– heavy breaths

– short breaths

dialogue:

(some are suggestive/smutty, be aware)

– "can you call me that again?"

– "is there anything i can do for you?"

– "aw, come here."

– "hey, look at me. i'm fine."

– "just five more minutes."

– "god, you're shivering. take my jacket."

– "stay where you are, i'm on my way."

– "oh, you're so bad."

– "you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me."

– "is that a sexual reference?"

– "give me a little show."

– "i can't wait to get you out of that dress"

– "such a good girl. you know exactly what i want, don't you?"

– "i'm gonna need you to use that mouth up here now."

– "don't forget to breathe, baby."

– "look at what you do to me..."

– "begging is a good look on you."

– "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know."

– "your heart is beating so fast..."

– "don't hold back."

– "breathe, baby. i'm right here."

– "teach me."

– "let me show you."

– "do you trust me?"

– "is this okay?"

– "tell me instantly if it hurts."

– "i never thought you could make such sweet noises."

– "that's enough."

– "i know you can take it, you've done it before."

drivers you can send requests for:

oscar piastri

lando norris

charles leclerc

liam lawson

clement novalak

paul aron

alex albon

arthur leclerc

ollie bearman *

marcus armstrong

david malukas

pato o'ward

george russell

luke browning

kimi antonelli *

the higher the driver is on the list, the more likely it is that i will write for them. i'm also open to write for some other f1/f2/f3 drivers, send an ask and i'll see what i can do :)

* = not doing smut or suggestive

[little-corritrice]

Light of My Life - Chapter 19

Synopsis - y/n was your ordinary young women, who happened to be the daughter of Christian Horner. She is there every race, and every day, See how she gets along with everyone, including a special someone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The morning sun peeked through the window, grazing over my eyes. I groaned quietly, covering them. I looked over, reading 7:00 on the clock. I moved the sheets, and stepped down. I completely forgot about my knee, and fell on the floor. I groaned, holding my back. "y/n?" Alex asked, coming out of the bathroom. He saw me on the floor and chuckled. "Still not used to it yet?" He joked, making me glare. "Well, when I have a paralyzed knee, and a rough boyfriend, my legs and mind don't seem to be working properly." I said, sitting up. "It's not my fault I couldn't resist you." He said, helping me up. I smacked him over his head, making him whine.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Alex." I called, looking down. He hummed from the bathroom. "Oh my god! Alex!" I yelled, making him run out. "What's wrong?" He asked, coming over to me. "My knee!" I said. "What is it? Does it hurt?" He exclaimed worried, ready to call Christian. "Oh my god! I can feel your hand." I whispered, holding his hand. "I-I...I can feel your hand!" I yelled, hugging onto him. "Oh, y/n. That is wonderful!" He squealed, spinning me around. "We have to tell everyone." He said, calling someone. After a minute, he sat down, pulling me into his lap. "Oh, I'm so excited." He said, shaking my hands. "Me too! Do you think I can walk again?" I asked, staring into his eyes. "Within time, but for now, let's just play it safe and keep the crutches." He said, making me nod. I squealed again, hugging his neck.

A knock on the door interrupted our moment. Alex got up, running to the door. He opened it to reveal a ecstatic Lando, a smiling George and Christian. Lando ran in, tackling me on the bed. "Oh my god, y/n! I'm so excited. We have to get you working again, so your leg can start working again." He said, sitting up. I laughed as he kept rambling. "Lando, give the girl a breath." George said, pulling Lando off. He mumbled a sorry, rubbing the back of his neck. "Now, now. Don't get too far ahead. She may have feeling, but she can't just up and walk on it again. She has to slowly get into it." Christian said, coming over. He helped me up, grabbing my crutches. "He's right. Give it some time. But for now you guys need to get to the track. Your already late." I said, making them gasp. They checked the time and all ran out. "Wait!" I called to all three of them. They stopped, turning around in the middle of the hall. "This stays between us." I said, getting nods in response. They ran off, leaving me and Christian. 

He walked me downstairs, helping me in the car. After he got in and started driving, he started talking. "I talked to the training coach, and he said he can help get your leg moving again. That's if you want to." He offered, making me smile brightly. "Of course. I hate these crutches. I want to surprise everyone though if I do start walking." I said, already planning it out. "I'm sure everyone would be surprised." He laughed. "Let's do this then." I said as we pulled into the track. He nodded, getting my crutches and saying goodbye before running off. I wandered down pit-lane, watching everyone get ready. I saw Lewis smiling at me, so I went over. "Hey. It's been awhile. How have you been?" He asked, giving me a side-hug. "Well, not much I can do without my leg, so I have been chilling. I'm honestly bored all the time." I chuckled, patting his back. "Yea, that's understandable. You going to watch?" He asked, making me nod.

I was sitting on the hill, watching the cars start going out. It was only qualifying, so it was nothing too important. I got out my drawing stuff, laying them out on the grass. I stared at the track, and started drawing the scenery. After about 15 minutes, I finished it and set it aside, taking out another paper. I started drawing some random flowers, my mind completely blank. I was too zoned out to see someone sit next to me. I kept drawing, it being the only thing that keeps me calm. I smiled softly as I was touching up a drawing I had made of the entire grid. I saw someone pick up my drawing, and dropped the pencil. "These are really nice." I heard, before I felt a hand on mine. I looked up seeing Alex smiling softly. "Stop it." I said, pushing him away softly. "Come on, you have to take a compliment someday." He joked, scooting closer. I looked at him, and just stared at him. He gave me a soft smile, caressing my cheek. "You know I love you right?" He asked, making me nod. "I love you too." I whispered, giving him a soft kiss.

[hockeyshmockey]

Lando Norris- Lucky Charm

summary: Lando meets the god daughter of his CEO

warnings: none!

a/n: wrote this before zak brown got even further on my shit list sooooo

wc: 2.09k

Lando and Zak were having a quiet conversation in the garage when the two were interrupted by a voice squealing. 

“Uncle Zak!” A young voice called out, the older man turning around and accepting the tiny missile coming towards him with a belly laugh. 

“Katie girl!” Zak spun the figure around before setting her back down and pulling back to set his hands on her shoulders. “Look at you! Look just like your mom.”

“Dad always says that,” the girl giggled, accepting the arm Zak slid over his shoulder as he turned back towards Lando. 

“Lando, this is my god daughter Katie,” the girl slid forward to offer him her hand. “Katie, one of our drivers Lando.”

“Really nice to meet you,” Katie beamed at the brunette. “Good luck this weekend!”

“Nice to meet you too,” he grinned. “And thanks, are you here for the weekend?”

“Ah, yep,” she smiled back up at Zak. “I am doing an internship in Brussels for the term and Uncle Zak asked me to come out for the weekend.”

“Katie is getting her degree in Physical Therapy,” Zak boasted. “Might need to bring her on board our team huh?”

“Quit,” she hissed, swatting at Zak’s arm playfully.

“Listen kiddo,” Zak looked down at his phone with a frown, then back to Katie. “I wanted to show you around the paddock, but I have a small fire to put out. If you want to wait in my office-”

“I could take her!” Lando blurted out, the two looking at him in a little bit of shock. “I mean, if you don’t mind coming on a track walk.”

“That would actually be really cool,” Katie smiled. “Is that ok Uncle Zak? And I can come meet you when we’re done?”

“Yeah of course,” he grinned, hugging Katie again. “So glad you’re here! Lando you take care of her.” And with that the CEO is off. 

“Shall we?” the boy practically squeaked while gesturing behind him towards the track. “We can start with a track walk and come back to the garage if thats ok with you.”

“You’re the tour guide, I am just here,” she laughed as the two began walking towards the grid line. “Thanks for taking me around, I really appreciate it!”

“Oh of course,” he held the gate open for her as the two made their way onto the track where a group of three McLaren workers were waiting for them. He introduced her to Will his engineer, and Jack and Tim, two strategists on Lando’s team. 

The group headed off, and soon enough Lando and Katie were walking on their own with the other three a little bit behind them “So have you been out to races before?” Lando finally asked the girl. 

“We grew up near Silverstone, so when I was younger we always tried to get out to watch. But since Zak joined McLaren, I haven’t been able to get to any other than this one.”

“Well thats exciting! We’ll have to get a good result for you,” Lando clumsily winked, drawing a giggle from Katie. “And you are in school?”

“Yes,” she beamed. “Been working on my internship, but once I return I have two more terms and then I graduate next year.”

“Wow, that is awesome!” The duo continued to get to know each other as they walked, Lando pointing out noteworthy things on the track like the more complex turns and where people had spun out in years previous. Eventually the two made it back to the garage where Zak took Katie back, leaving Lando with a goodbye and the boy with a pout. 

Somehow, Katie and Lando didn’t run into each other again that weekend. 

-------------------------------------------------------------------

“Sometimes I hate these events,” Lando sighed from the back of the car he and Daniel were sharing on a cold December evening. 

“I know mate,” the Australian agreed. “But at least after these we don’t have team duties until the New Year!”

Lando sighed but agreed with his statement. This evening, the drivers were on their way to McLaren’s annual holiday gala. They were sponsoring a charity for the evening, with different giving opportunities. Although it was for a good cause, Lando found it hard to get dressed up in a tux and rub shoulders for hours on end. 

The men got out of their car as they pulled up outside of a grand estate McLaren had taken over for the night. They were able to make it into the main room easily, grabbing champagne before looking for their boss. They found Zak laughing heartily with an older couple, as well as two other women who were facing away from Daniel and Lando as they approached. 

“Ah, here they are,” Zak grinned as they walked up to the group. “Brian, Louisa, Natalie, meet Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris, our drivers. Lando, I think you remember Katie?”

“Hi!” the short woman smiled brightly and looped her arm around Lando’s shoulder to offer him a short hug. “Good to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiled. “Are these your family?” 

“Yep,” she introduced her mother, father and sister. “Lando walked me around in Belgium when I went to the race.”

“I’m expecting similar treatment at Silverstone mate,” Brian winked with a laugh as the group began talking. 

Lando turned back to Katie. “How is school going? One more term left, right?”

“Oh wow, you remembered!” she raised her brows. “Yes, one more term and then I’m out in the real world.”

“Any idea what you may want to do after the term is up?”

“Well, I interned with a sports league in Brussels, and I definitely think I would like to continue with that,” Lando watched with a smile as the girl prattled on about her goals and where she wanted to go in her career. The two were interrupted by the clinking of a glass meant to signal it was time for dinner. 

“Oh wow, I’m sorry I rambled,” Katie laughed as the two prepared to head to their tables. 

“It’s ok, as long as I can steal you for a dance later?” Lando asked with surprising smoothness, making Katie blush and nod as her sister gently pulled her away. 

Shortly after Katie had finished her desert, people began to make their way to the dance floor. She laughed under her breath as she watched Daniel twirl a blonde under his arm and dramatically led her in a waltz. Within a few minutes, the girl felt a tap on her shoulder. 

“Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?” Lando bowed with his rusty french accent. Katie’s giggle sounded as she accepted his warm hand and led her to the dance floor. The two whispered back and forth, swaying to the music, their bodies moving closer and closer as the night drew to an end. 

They were snapped out of their little bubble when Katie’s sister approached calling her name. “That’s my cue,” she sighed, stepping back from Lando’s embrace. Before she had removed herself completely she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, giggling as he blushed. She waved with a grin, before disappearing in the crowd.

----------------------------------------------------------

Lando was walking around the paddock of the season opener on the night of free practice, trying to get some jitters out for qualifying the next day. He found himself zoning out slightly, snapping out of it when he heard a voice calling his name. He was pleasantly surprised when he turned around to see Katie walking his way with a McLaren hoodie on and a huge smile on her face. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” she teased as she pulled him into a hug. 

“You too!” he laughed. “I mean, it’s definitely nice seeing you here. Zak didn’t mention you were coming?”

“I wasn’t supposed to be able to, but I was called off of the game I was supposed to be at,” she explained. 

“Ah, got a big girl job now do you?” he laughed as she acted offended. 

“Matter of fact, I do,” she crossed her arm, her smile suddenly turning nervous. “Maybe you’d like to hear about it over dinner?”

“I would love that,” he beamed, placing a hand on her back as they walked towards the car park she had originally been heading towards. 

They spent 3 hours in a little hole in the wall burger place, telling stories and talking about life. And that night, Lando fell asleep with a smile on his face, no longer worried about the weekend. 

2 days later

“What a race!” Katie shouted to Zak as the two hugged in the garage. Lando had landed P3, with Daniel close behind in P4. 

“C’mon, lets go see him,” Zak led the girl out of the garage and towards Parc Ferme. The McLaren team was busy congratulating Lando as the two approached. Many of them moved back for Zak to make his way through, the older man wrapping his arms around Lando as soon as he could. 

“Good job kiddo,” Zak pounded his back, the brunette laughing as he pulled back. His grin brightened when he saw Katie, pulling her into his arms without thought. 

“Congrats,” her arms wrapped around his neck, lightly scratching at his scalp. She faked a disgusted look as they pulled back, laughing as he rolled his eyes. 

“You might be my lucky charm,” he quipped, not waiting for a reply as he was pulled away by his PR manager. Katie smiled softly, her God Father’s arm over her shoulder as they watched Lando take his trophy on the podium.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Are you sure its ok I come?” Katie fretted as she fiddled with the fabric covering Lando’s arm under her hand. 

“Yes,” he sighed. “Some other friends will be there, not just drivers.” She nodded, but couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two of them entered the club. Lando knew where he was going, linking her fingers with his own as they headed towards the VIP area where Daniel, Heidi, Carlos, Isa and others were already congregating. 

“Lando!” A tipsy Spaniard yelled his name as they approached, Katie laughing as the older man wrapped Lando in a clearly tight embrace. “And who is this?” Carlos turned his attention to Katie.

“This is Katie, she is Zak’s God Daughter,” Lando introduced. 

“This is the one you think is pretty, no?” Carlos tried to stage whisper to Lando, but had clearly overestimated the volume of the music, so Isa and Katie heard as well. 

“I am so sorry for him,” Isa shook her head as Lando scolded Carlos with a blush. “It is so nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?” Katie nodded with her own blush, following Isa into the roped off section. She took one last look over her shoulder, and smiled at an embarrassed looking Lando before going to pour a drink.

Between both of them chatting with the other’s in the section, Lando and Katie didn’t see each other for a bit. Katie made her way to the bathroom, touching up her makeup and hair, before opening the door to head into the hall. She was surprised to see a figure leaning against the wall from the washroom. 

“Hey,” Lando stood straight. “Haven’t seen you much tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” she stepped forward. “I got caught up in talking.”

“It’s ok,” he smiled slightly. “I just wanted to make sure Carlos’ comment didn’t make you uncomfortable. Obviously I think you’re stunning, but really everyone does because you are. But I-”

“Lando,” Katie cut him off and took another step forward so their bodies were a short distance apart. “If you don’t kiss me, I am going to go tell Carlos about you drooling on my shoulder when-”

“Ok!” he yelped, placing a hand on her waist. “No need to be mean.” He grinned as he dipped his head to press his lips to her. They both sighed as they melted into the kiss, ignoring the fact they were in a club hall with a room full of people a few feet away. 

Lando’s hand came up to cup her cheek, as her hand cupped his neck and his tongue began to trace her lip. He had just began to press her into the door behind them when a booming voice broke them apart.

“Get it in Lando!” Carlos cheered with a bottle in one hand, and a beaming Isa peeking over his shoulder. The younger coupled shook with laughter as Lando buried his red face in Katie’s shoulder.

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

Here goes nothing || Lando Norris

Part 2

Part 1

I don’t know how many parts this will be yet, I just keep writing as it comes to me but I’ll give warning before it ends. 

EXPLICT CONTENT

UNDER 18s DO NOT INTERACT

Not my gif

Requested?: No

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: Jealous! Lando, Swearing,  Oral Sex female receiving, Penetrative Sex female receiving, Light mention of choking. 

Part 3- Thursday 9th December 5pm

Lando gets jealous on your ‘date’ but makes it up to you when you get back to his house. 

You paced back and forth in your room trying to think of what to wear to dinner, Lando was picking you up in an hour and you honestly had no idea.

"Stop freaking out Y/N, you look good in anything" your best friend, Maya, said trying to calm you down.

"But what if I'm over dressed?" You panicked, "what if I'm UNDERDRESSED?" You continued to rifle through your wardrobe, "ugh you just pick me something whilst I do my makeup" you sighed sitting down to do your makeup, just a simple look with a classic cat eye and a subtle red lip, you turned around to see Maya had pulled out a simple black dress with a silver chain made with small hearts for a belt. You pulled the dress on and fastened the belt, "please can you curl my hair?" You said sitting on the stool and handing the curling wand to Maya. Just as she finished you heard the deep rumble of a car engine outside, you peeped out the window and saw a dark blue McLaren outside, "erm well that might draw some attention around here" Maya said laughing lightly. Then a knock on the door came, "quick go!" She said almost throwing your heels at you, "enjoy yourself, have fun, and if you need me to clean up the flat.. for whatever reason.. just text me" "Oh shut up Maya" you blushed fastening your shoes and heading to the front door. You opened it and there he was, dark suit pants, a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, hair tousled perfectly, you almost drooled at the sight of him. "Wow Y/N you look great" he smiled offering out his hand to walk you to the car.

  The drive to the restaurant was only short and you could barely take your eyes off him the whole time, God he looked good. You arrived at the restaurant and Lando handed his keys to the valet, "I think Daniel, Jim, Charlotte and Micheal should already be inside" he said heading to the door. Of course! How stupid to think that this was a date, of course it was just another work thing, your cheeks flushed a dark shade of red as you realised your mistake, you followed Lando inside. "Witwoo" Daniel whistled  "I didn't know you had legs Y/N!" You quickly sat down between Daniel and Lando trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Welcome to the team" Charlotte said, "We all thought a nice meal would be a good way to get to know you a bit better"

"Yeah it was Lando's idea actually" Jim said and Lando quickly shot him a look over the table.

You guys chatted away over your meal, Charlotte and Michael reminiscing over things the boys were doing last season, Jim singing your praises about your work and Daniel getting more and more flirty the more that he drank. All of a sudden you felt a hand on your thigh under the table, it was Lando, lightly running his fingers up and down your leg. Your breath hitched as he played with the hem of your dress, his hand coming to rest over your thigh.

"So Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?" Daniel asked you leaning closer to you. "Erm no, no I don't. I only moved here around 6 months ago with my best friend, I don't know many people here"  you said gently.

"Well maybe I can take you out some time" he said with a smirk on his face, looking at Lando as if he was trying to provoke a reaction. You felt Landos grip around your thigh get tighter. You looked up at him to see frustration on his face and a small frown on his lips. "Now now Daniel I think that's enough" said Michael, his trainer, pulling him back up straight in his seat.

"I think it's time we left" Lando said releasing his grip of you. "Come on Y/N, I’ll take you home." you politely stood up to follow him even though you thought his departure was sudden.

"It was lovely meeting you all" you smiled, you started to take some money out your purse to pay for your part of the bill, "I've got it" said Lando tossing a handful of bills on the table and snaking his arm behind your back to lead you away "see you later guys" you waved goodbye to your work colleagues.

When you got in the car Lando stayed silent. "Are you okay?" You whispered breaking the silence.

"I'm just sick of Daniel trying to make a move on absolutely anyone I show interest in!" He exclaimed, “He does it all the time and obviously it works because look at him, lets face it girls would always chose him over me. I’d be an idiot to think this was any different” Shit.. so he was interested in you, you held your breath unsure what to say, "I'm sorry, there was no need for me to be like that" he sighed, "come back to mine for a drink, I'll make it up to you" he said shooting you a look that could have made your heart melt. You just nodded. You spent the rest of the short drive in silence, you could almost hear Lando's heart beating out of his chest. He pulled up the drive, parked the car, and climbed out the drivers side. You followed him, your nerves starting to get the better of you.

Once inside Lando poured the two of you a drink, you sipped it the liquid burning the back of your throat. "So what made you move to Woking of all places?" Lando asked. " I recently graduated and was looking for a job in content creation, my professor knows Jim and told me that a job in a reputable company would be opening up soon and he could at least get me an interview, so here I am" you smiled, trying to keep the answer short but sweet. "You really moved.. over the offer of an interview in a company you didn't even know the name of?" He choked a little on his drink. "Well yes. I guess I was just looking for a new start."

"I'm glad you did" said Lando locking eyes with you. "You're a very beautiful girl, Y/N" he mumbled leaning closer to you, one hand making its way around your waist and pressing his fingertips in your back, making you arch towards him. "Stop me if this is all too much for you.." he trailed off before landing his lips on yours, taking your breath away, your lips moved in time with his, parting slightly as his tongue entered your mouth. You pressed your chest against his, wrapping your hands around the back of his head, your fingers tangling with his hair. Eventually pulling away for a breath Lando muttered in your ear "can we take this upstairs?" You just nodded in response, barely able to make a sound. He stood you both up, running his hands down your back and under your ass, picking you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, smothering your neck and chest with kisses as he carried you upstairs. You unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to feel his skin on yours.

Lando tossed you on the bed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and tossing it to one side he unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers, climbing on top of you in only his boxer shorts. He reached around your back, laying kisses from your jaw down to your neck, and unzipped your dress, wiggling it up and off over your head. "Wow" he gasped, scanning over your body in a skimpy black thong and matching bra, "look at you" he said making you blush as he towered over you. He kissed you again, one hand wandering up to your breasts the other wrapped around your back and pulling you closer to him. He kissed at your neck, following your jaw line and nibbling behind your ear, you let out a soft moan as you seal of approval. The hand around your back effortlessly pinched the clasp to your bra, undoing it in one swift motion, Lando's kisses moved further down your neck and over your chest, you slipped off your bra leaving your chest exposed as the harsh cool air made your nipples harden, his tongue slipped over your nipple, gently pinching it with his teeth, a gasp escaped your lips as you pushed your chest further towards him. Lando moved down once again, peppering kisses down your abdomen and towards your core, you felt his warm breath wash over you. He suddenly pushed your knees wide open, giving him full access to you, he kissed along your thigh and teasingly along the other, he kissed your clothed pussy. "Please Lando" you begged, squirming underneath him. He quickly pulled your thong down and without warning locked his tongue along your dripping slit. Your hips bucked towards him as he took you by surprise. Lando pinned your legs down and began to swirl his tongue around your clit, his motions were perfect, pushing you closer and closer to the edge "Lando I'm going to cum" you moaned out, causing him to pull his head away from you, you let out a small whimper your eyes begging him to continue, he shot you a quick smirk before burying his head back in your crotch, sucking on your clit, lapping up your juices, swirling his tongue all over your sensitive area. Your head rolled back, hips thrusting into Lando's face and thighs shaking as you came all over his face, he pinned your thighs to the bed, still eating your pussy as you rode out your orgasm. He kissed his way back up your stomach, up your chest and along your jaw line before kissing you passionately.

Your hands slid down his back, along the waist band of his boxers, "take them off" you moaned in his ear, a new found confidence you never thought you'd have. Lando happily obliged, his cock springing out his boxers and standing on end. You pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, kissing his neck and biting at his jaw line. You lined his cock up with your entrance, braced yourself and slid down his length, you gasped as you adjusted to his size, Lando moaning with pleasure as your still sensitive pussy clenched around him. You slowly started to bounce on him, teasing him by coming right to the tip before sinking your hips into his. Lando grabbed hold of your hips and started to control your movement, he slammed his hips into yours, sending shivers through your entire body. He thrust into you harder each time, the feeling was so strong you could barely support your own weight anymore, collapsing onto his chest you allowed Lando to take full control, kissing down his neck and leaving little love bites along the way. You could feel the tension inside you growing as you neared your second orgasm, Lando's thrusts unfaltering as your walls tightened around him. You let out a loud moan as you came, again. Lando flipped you over so that he was on top, once again taking a tight grip of your hip with one hand, his other hand traced up your body, up to your neck, his fingers wrapped around your throat, adding gentle pressure. You looked up at him with tears of ecstasy in your eyes. "You're such a good girl" he moaned continuing to thrust into you, slamming right into you, his grip tightened around your neck. You could tell he was getting closer as his thrust became sloppier. "Oh Lando please cum in me, I've been a very good girl" you choked out, pushing him over the edge, you felt his release fill you up causing you to cum all over again. Lando moaned loudly with a few more sloppy thrusts. He pulled out of you, a minute of both your juices running down your thigh. "Fuck Y/N, that was good" he sighed, collapsing to the side of you.

"I should probably get going soon" you mumbled searching for your underwear, "Maya will be wondering where I am"

"No.. please stay Y/N" he said pulling you into a cuddle, "Please" he looked at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

"Okay" you smiled cuddling back into him, "I'll stay"

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Witching Hour (3/8)

FinnPoe modern/magic au

A/n: So this starts as Poe’s POV and after the — switches to Finn’s POV :)) barely proofread :((

—-

-“Their presence seemed to have increased around the borders, so don’t try to cross it alone. Try not to go at night,” Leia’s voice is soft but steady.

-“And definitely don’t leave without at least a protection charm with you,” Luke adds from the corner of the room, quietly stirring his tea. Leia nods in agreement.

-Nice. More work for him, Poe thinks.

-It’s one of Luke’s ‘bad feeling’ moments. Something was about to go down but no one ever know what. It made him quiet and introspective. It was eerie.

-Poe once said to Leia that it would be much more useful if his ability was to know exactly what was going to go wrong instead of a ‘feeling’ and Leia swatted him on the back of his head. (Lovingly of course)

-So Poe sits squashed between Snap and Lando in a couch meant for two, listening to Leia warn them all to be extra careful.

-After the rest of the crowd leaves, Poe withdraws to his potions room to make more charms. Darkness falls in the world outside.

-It’s hours later when a familiar voice calls out from the drawing room below— rudely interrupting Beebee mid-stretch, sending her tumbling down the edge of the table.

-Poe rushes down the stairs, followed by the disgruntled cat, and finds the whole damn party there. He's understandably confused.

-Did Leia call another meeting? Did something happen?

-Lando has an arm over a young woman he’s never seen before, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed.

-Then he notices Chewie setting an unconscious man on the couch and Poe recognises him with a start -it's Finn.

-"What happened?" he asks as, kneeling down beside the couch, feeling for a pulse which, thankfully, appeared unaffected.

-He get a single worded reply that makes a shiver go down his spine.

-“Shadow,”

-Beebee appears beside him, a small vial clutched between her teeth. He gives her a grateful scritch before taking it from her. Poe cracks it open right under Finn's nose.

-A beat passes, and then two.

-Finn gasps in a breath, coughing and spluttering a little. His eyes widen when he clocks the sheer number of people surrounding him and tries to sit up. But Poe is right there to push him back down— just Finn is hit by a visible wave of nausea— and he goes without a fight.

-The mystery woman he had seen earlier on launches herself on top of Finn enthusiastically screaming, “Oh my god you’re okay!”

-“What the hell happened,” Finn croaks.

-Poe is no stranger to Lando’s inherent dramatic tendencies but he still listens with rapt attention as Lando recounts the events of his evening.

-He tells them about how his car stalled in the middle of the road, how he felt a shadow in the vicinity but it got too near and attacked Finn before he could cast a protection spell.

-How Rey— Poe assumed that was the mystery woman— managed to throw a forcefield strong enough to chase the shadow away.

-Luke cuts in, looking much better than he did this morning. He explains how his “bad feeling” felt like it was leading him to a particular direction, so he had jumped in the car with Chewie and Leia and nearly gotten himself a speeding ticket.

-“So, you’re a force user too,” Leia asks Rey.

-Every head in the room turns to look at her. Rey goes a little wided eyed and points to Finn. “Finn can talk to ghosts,”

-Finn gives her a sarcastic thumbs up.

—-

-“You doing okay over there?” Poe plants himself on the floor beside Finn hugging his knees.

-“Still a tiny bit nauseous. And very much embarrassed,”

-“Hey, at least you didn’t throw up,” Poe says.

-Poe is sweet. Finn is aware of that. Yet he’s very grateful that Poe chose to sit there and entertain Finn instead of joining the probably very important conversations going on all around them.

-“I still have a million questions, you know?”

-Poe nods in sympathy, “It can be a lot, but hey, you can ask me anything, I’ll try to answer,”

-Poe starts with naming everyone in the room. It’s a little bit awkward to look around while still lying flat but Finn manages.

-The three whispering in the corner, occasionally throwing glances at him, are Rose, Jessika and Bastian. They’re supposed to be working for Poe but they grew up together so it’s nearly impossible to boss them around ya know?

-The two talking to Rey are Luke and Leia. They’re twins, how cool is that?

-And the big bearded man with the indecipherable accent, who also apparently carried Finn in here like a baby, is called Chewie. Only Luke, Leia and Lando ever understand him.

-“How’d you know Lando?” Poe asks.

-“Oh, Lando was my first year professor. Rey and I kinda ran into him earlier in your cafe actually, speaking of, I came to return your jacket, thank you for that by the way, but you weren’t there so-“ Finn goes to take off the jacket he was still wearing— he chatters a lot when he’s nervous— but Poe stops him.

-“Actually, you know what? You should keep it, it suits you,” he says and Finn feels his face getting warm.

-“Did you by any chance find something in the pocket?”

-“You mean this?” Finn pulls out the stone but doesn’t expect it to lay split right down the middle of it. “Shoot, sorry I didn’t mean to break it,”

-“No no don’t be, it’s a crystal for protection, if it’s broken it means it’s served its purpose,”

-Huh.

-“Did you put it in there?”

-Poe rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

-“I just thought, you know, you were going home alone at night. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt to make sure you’re a little more protected,”

-Before Finn could swoon a little bit more over this sweet, sweet man, Leia claps hands to get everyone’s attention.

-“Listen up people! Until the situation gets rectified, no one is allowed to go out alone,” A chorus of groans follow.

—-

Tags:

@writefightandflightclub @justrunamok @mssr-mcknickers @phoenixhalliwell @happybeeps-nat @arkofblake