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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

epilogue:

how soph got her inspiration to write ‘juno’

➴ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock warming, aftercare, creampie, p in v, slightly degradation.), mentions of dad!jack and mom!reader, mentions of ovulation, domestic soph and jack.

➴ word count: 2.9k

➴ author’s note: inspired by ‘juno’ by queen sabrina and also by the videos of jack with kids on my fyp. i am sorry for being a whore but also, not really. enjoy! ♡

BEING a mom wasn’t something that you thought you wanted.

You’d always say that, ever since you were a little girl, when your sisters talked about how they wanted to marry a nice guy and have two point five kids— all girls— and name them after Disney princesses. You’d just stare at them weirdly and go back to pretend you were doing some interview for The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

And Jack shared the same opinion— you knew that he wanted kids but it wasn’t a priority on his list. He never really mentioned them, not like Quinn, who was always talking about how he wanted to be a great father, just like Jim is.

But the thing is, you never really cared about being a mom, or making Jack a father for that matter, until you saw how Jack acted around kids.

First, it’d been with your nieces, Aurora and Jasmine. Back in 2023, you’d invited your mom, your stepdad, your sisters and their families to spend the New Years with you and Jack’s family. It was a huge mess, the house was packed with people but you were so happy to watch your favorite people— the Hughes and the Montenegro— get along with each other that the lack of space wasn’t an issue at all.

Then, you introduced your nieces to Jack.

“My babies,” you smiled, picking the four-year-old up, noticing how big she’d gotten since the last time you saw her. “This is Auntie’s boyfriend, his name’s Jack. Can you say hi?”

Aurora looked at Jack with big, bright eyes, and you could tell she was enchanted with his warm smile and blue eyes.

Jasmine stood behind your legs, the seven-year-old also staring at him with curious eyes.

“Hi, uncle Jack,” Jasmine whispered, holding your leg tighter. You gasped, not expecting her to call Jack ‘uncle’ so soon. He also looked surprised, but just for a second, before he went down on one knee and offered the little girl his hand.

“Hey, honey,” he replied back, shaking hands with the seven-year-old. “Nice to meet you and your sister.”

Aurora was looking down, the pacifier in her mouth moving around, until she finally decided Jack was worthy of her attention, moving her body towards the floor, signaling that she wanted to be down there with him.

You chuckled, sitting on the floor with them, watching as Aurora crawled her way to Jack’s lap, offering him her Maleficent plush she carried around everywhere.

“Oh, you want me to hold this?” He asked, voice gentle and funny. He picked her up and held the toy with his other hand, still smiling. “Thank you, Imma keep it safe. Jasmine, you wanna share your toys with me too?”

Jasmine ended up rambling about how she was too big for toys and that now she was only interested in singing like her auntie, which made you laugh and confess that you played with Barbies until you were twelve.

Jasmine and Aurora absolutely loved Jack. And you could see that he loved them right back, with how much attention he gave them, playing with them the entire night and answering all of their— mostly Jasmine’s— noisy questions. And when you were sitting on the couch, talking with Ellen and your mom, you watched with heart eyes as he leaned against the wall, talking to Quinn and Luke while holding a sleeping Aurora in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth, while covering her with her blanket.

After that night, you started noticing how he acted around kids. Either when he went to hospitals to visit the sick children who rooted for the Devils, or when he went with you to your concerts and interacted with the few kids there.

The way he picked them up, answered their questions, held their hands— it definitely did something to you. Not only to your brain, but to your entire body. You could always be sneaky and blame your ovulation for being a whore, but truth be said: the idea of Jack getting you pregnant was hot, even if it wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You were sitting on Quinn’s couch, watching as Jack held one of his cousins in his arms and talked to a man who was probably one of his uncles.

He looked so fucking good. His hair was a bit shorter, and he was getting bigger now, probably due to the fact that he spent too much time at the gym with Luke.

You were trying to continue the conversation with Ellen, answering her questions about your music and fans, but it was extremely hard. Jack being only a few feet away from you didn’t help, at all.

“Are you feeling okay, Soph dear?” Ellen put her hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly.

You turned your head back and smiled, deciding to tell her a half-truth. “Just a little tired and jet lagged, that’s all. Don’t worry, ma’am.”

She laughed, as she always did whenever you called her that.

“Do you want to take a nap in Quinny's room? He won’t mind.”

You felt bad because now your mother-in-law thought you weren’t feeling well but the full truth was you were just very much horny and wanting her son to fuck you.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll just wait until Jackie is ready to head back,” you nodded, looking at Jack again, who was now trying to put the baby to sleep— and failing miserably, since all the kid wanted was to remove his cap from his head.

“I’m going to talk to Jack so you both go home, okay?” She replied and before you could even stop her, she got up and walked towards Jack.

You watched as she picked the baby out of Jack’s hand and said something to him, while pointing back at you. Jack turned his head to the side and looked right back at you, and you could see that he was starting to get worried.

He nodded at something that she said, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, walking back at you.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, holding your hand and gently pulling you closer. “Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Why didn’t you tell me, Soph?”

“I’m fine, I just—” what would you even say? Hey, I’m horny and I need you to fuck me? “Hum. I can wait until you’re ready to go.”

“Nah, let’s go now.”

You barely recall the time between saying goodbye to everyone, getting in the car and heading back to Jack’s place. You spent the entire time trying to stop the wetness between your thighs and praying that it wouldn’t stain Jack’s car seat, squirming around.

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You didn’t answer, just tried to keep your mind in pink unicorns and old grandmas. No horny thoughts allowed until you were both at home.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long. Jake parked inside of his garage, and you got out of the car like your ass was on fire.

“Sophia!” You heard him yell at you, before you opened the front door with your keys.

You didn’t make it too far, he grabbed you by your waist when you were making your way to his bedroom. “Soph, what is wrong with you today, baby?”

You whined, not sure of what to say. “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss him, your tongue fighting for space inside his mouth. He kissed you back just as ferociously, his grip on your waist becoming harder.

“‘Want you to knock me up,” you mumbled against his lips, watching as his blue eyes stared down at you, full of lust. “N-not really, but… please?”

He smirked. “You wanted to leave my brother’s house because you wanted me to knock you up?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“What a fucking slut, baby,” Jack whispered, gripping your ass with his right hand. “Just because you wanted me to make you carry my children?”

“Jack.” You moaned, holding onto his hoodie for dear life.

“You want me to make you a mommy, Soph?” Instead of letting you answer, he kissed you again, picking you up and walking with you, without breaking the kiss.

He managed to get you both in his room, and placed you on his bed, quickly taking his clothes off— the hoodie, the jeans, the shirt and then the boxers. His dick stood there hard and thick, the tip so red it was almost purple, leaking pre-cum.

You actually moaned just with the sight of it. The need of Jack’s cock inside of you, in and out, putting you in the right place, made you sweat.

You took off your own hoodie and your own shirt, thanking God for the past-you who chose not to wear a bra that day. Your nipples were hard and sensitive, just like they always are during ovulation week, that just the cold breeze inside the bedroom made you shiver.

You removed your jeans and stared at your situation, feeling disgusting and extremely horny at the same time— your panties were so wet that they were completely see through now, the thin layer of fabric doing nothing to cover your pussy.

“Jack,” you moaned again, feeling frustrated. “‘Need you.”

“I can see that, baby,” he smirked, towering your body with his. “I’ll take care of you, mhm?”

You nodded, kissing him one more time because you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

He removed your panties and threw them somewhere, the sound of something wet crushing against the floor filling up the room, making you cringe. Ovulation sucks.

He broke the kiss, moving on to your tits, sucking and biting and groping them, which didn’t help with the problem between your legs.

Jack finally let go, positioning himself so that he could be inside you in a quick, swift move. You moaned, feeling finally full and satisfied.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he breathed in your ear as he pounded inside you, as if you couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds whenever he sank deeper inside you. “All of this just because you wanted my kids? You could’ve just asked, uh, y’know?”

You wanted to reply so bad, tell him that it was just your post-period brain being absurd and crazy, but you had already reached that place inside your head you craved so much, the silence, the calmness— every thought being shoved inside a drawer and the only thing on your head was how Jack reached deep inside you, and how you could feel him in your belly, and how much you loved him and how you wanted to be the mother of his children so badly.

The saltiness of your tears inside your mouth made you realize that you were fully crying, as you often did whenever Jack took you to the right place. All you wanted to do was let him take care of you, and hand your life to him on a silver platter.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He sucked on your right nipple, fucking you so hard the mattress was moving. “Knowing that you’re gonna be a mommy? Carry my children and have my last name?”

You nodded even though you wanted to speak, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth and your mind was busy conjuring images of Jack holding babies who looked like the perfect mix between the two of you, and being the greatest dad ever and you wanted that so, so much.

“Can’t even speak, fuck, baby,” He mocked you, rubbing your clit furiously, making you scream and try to close your thighs— no success, since Jack’s body made it impossible. “None of that, Soph.”

You knew you probably looked like a mess; hair tangled, face wet with tears and probably spit too, tits marked and with his handprints on them, but it didn’t matter. All you wanted was JackJackJack.

You came with an obnoxiously loud scream, legs trembling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, while Jack still rubbed your sensitive, swollen clit and slammed his cock inside you.

You clutched the sheets like your life depended on it, head going side to side, eyes closed the entire time, until you felt the familiar sensation of Jack’s come deep inside you.

“Good God, Soph,” Jack sounded out of breath. “Fuck.”

You still didn’t feel ready to speak, the tears still rolling down your face, so you just waited until he moved around, laying down and bringing you with him, his dick softening inside of you, something he knew you liked to have after sex.

He kissed your forehead and put the duvet on top of both of you, as you slowly came back to life, listening to his heartbeat and counting your own breaths.

“I love you,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than a nap.

He chuckled, before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too. D’you think we’re going to be parents now?” He joked, and you smacked his chest, lightly.

“Don’t be silly.”

He just hummed, deciding to leave you alone (for now) and removing himself from you instead. You winced, feeling his cum coming out of you, as you clenched around nothing.

Jack then picked you up, and walked with you to the bathroom, making sure that you peed before showering. He left the bathroom for no more than a minute, just to give you some privacy— he knew that even after all this time, you were still embarrassed to pee in front of him— and came back with your favorite pajamas: cotton panties and an old NJ Devils shirt.

You smiled, seeing his name and number plastered on the back of the shirt, remembering the night you first met, and how pissy he was because you were wearing Nico’s jersey.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, blue eyes staring so deep into your soul that you had no option but to agree with everything he said.

He gently held your hand, guiding you until you were standing inside the big shower stall, the warm water untying all the knots in your body.

You leaned against his body, both of you under the water now, humming as he cleaned you, with your favorite vanilla scented body wash— which he secretly loved more than you.

His hands work slowly and gently, spreading the soap on all of your body, and you just stand there, accepting it and hiding your face as you feel his fingers entering you again, removing his release.

You should be used to it by now but it was still a foreign feeling, being so well taken care of sometimes still scared you, but Jack was nothing but patient.

You watched as he cleaned his own body, not using even half of the gentleness he used with you, which made you smile. If you weren’t so tired, you’d offer your help, but right now all you wanted was to sleep beside him.

He turned the water off and got out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his hips. He smiled at you and picked up another towel, drying your body with it.

He didn’t wash your hair so no need for hair dryers, thankfully, so you just slipped into your custom made pajamas and waited until he got himself dressed as well— a Calvin Klein underwear— before you both washed your teeth and got out of the bathroom.

You sat on the bed, trying your hardest not to smile, not wanting to look crazy. But you were happy. So, so happy, you were probably writing about this later.

“Here, pretty,” he handed you a bottle of water, already opened. “Drink this for me and we're ready to go to sleep.”

You thanked him softly before practically chugging the water bottle and placing it on your nightstand.

Jack smiled and gave you a peck, before sliding into the bed with you, pulling you close, as he always did. He wasn’t much of a snuggle guy, but he knew how much you liked them, so he just followed the lead.

After a few minutes in silence, you turned around so you could face those sapphire eyes you loved so dearly. “I am on birth control,” you whispered, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Just so you know.”

He smiled, chuckling. “I know that, baby. I was just giving you something you needed.”

You nodded, not sure if you should feel content or not. Did that mean Jack doesn’t want you to be the mom of his kids? Your post-sex brain shouted yes.

He must have sensed that something was going on inside of your brain, because he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“For the record, I do want to have babies with you,” he said, as if he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “Just maybe not now? I’m still twenty-three and you’re almost twenty-five.”

“‘S fine,” you mumbled, hiding your face on his chest. “I know that. I was just being horny.”

You heard his breathy laugh and his chest moving according to the sound. “Yeah. I know that too, baby,”

The jet-lag and the tiredness of the day hit you like a trunk, and you were out not even five minutes later, nestled inside the heavy duvet and Jack’s arms.

“I love you, Soph,” Jack’s whisper was the last thing you heard, making a tired smile appear on your lips.

“‘Love you more.”

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sophiamontenegro 'juno' music video is out now!

starring our nhl stars, _quinnhughes, jackhughes and lhughes_06, my beautiful best friend morgan.grace and my loving niece aurora!

i love all of u and i'm so thankful for all the love you guys have given 'make me yours' so far!!! xx tell me ur favorite positions ;)

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morgan.grace I LOVE YOU

user1 she wrote this during ovulation week bc ain’t no way

lhughes_06 😌

user4 when she sang “god bless your dad’s genetics” and the camera showed quinn jack and luke sitting on the couch I DIED. LIKE HELL YES

user2 idk about you guys but i found it sooo cute when she said “one of me is cute but two though?” and showed a baby who looked just like her 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need sophia to be a mom right now

nicohischier 😮😮😮

trevorzegras why didn’t u call me, I’m a great actor

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras dwayne get out my fucking comment section. go do something man

user12 my favourite part was when she said “i showed my friends, then we high fived” and it was her and grace stalking jack’s instagram 💀💀

user7 i giggled so hard when she sat on jack’s lap and sang “i’m so fucking horny” and he SMIRKED. HELP 💜

jackhughes you know my favorite one

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kathlare · 16 days ago

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hii i love ur fics so much honestly ur writing is amazing. i was just wondering if u could write like a present day smuttier fic w lando and amelie like after the Oscars or after one of her shows or something xx :)

Hii!! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot 🫶🥹 And of course, thank you for the request! I loved the idea, so here’s what you asked for — a little present-day, post-concert Lando and Amelie moment 😏✨ I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think 💕

the stage between us

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie delivers a sultry performance that takes an unexpected turn when Lando steps in to replace her usual dancer.

Wordcount: 4.6 k

Warnings: smut

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March 9th, 2025 - London, United Kingdom

Amelie stepped off the stage, the sound of her heels clicking against the O2 Arena's floor as she made her way toward the side. Her heart was still pounding from the last few moments of the show, and she could already hear the faint buzz of anticipation in the air. It was only hours before showtime, and the final touches were being done on soundcheck.

She turned her head, catching sight of Lando, who was perched on the stands, chatting with some members of her crew. She smiled to herself—he looked so out of place in his casual hoodie and jeans, but he was still unmistakably Lando.

She grabbed a water bottle and took a sip, her eyes never leaving him. She loved watching him interact with everyone—he was easygoing, charming, and always managed to make people laugh. But what really made her heart flutter was the way he looked at her when he didn’t think anyone was paying attention.

—How’s my favorite race car driver doing up there?— Amelie called to him, leaning against the sound booth, arms crossed over her chest.

Lando looked down, his lips curling into that lazy smile of his. —You know, just trying to survive the madness.— He waved to a couple of people before making his way down the stands, his eyes never leaving hers.

—You’ve been with here before. Surely, the madness can’t be that bad.—

He rolled his eyes but smiled as he reached her, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a quick, lingering kiss. —It’s still tiring, baby, but I’ll survive if it means I get to see you perform every night.—

Amelie smiled, feeling that familiar warmth spread through her at his words. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as they stood there for a moment, enjoying the quiet before the chaos of the show. It was rare for them to get these little moments, and she was savoring every second of it.

—You’re lucky I’m such a great performer, huh?— she teased, nudging him playfully.

Lando laughed, his hand sliding down to her lower back as he looked down at her. —No, you’re lucky I’m such a great boyfriend. You couldn’t do this without me.—

Amelie tilted her head up, giving him a mischievous look. —Oh, really? I think I’m doing just fine without you, Lan.—

He raised an eyebrow, giving her a mock glare. —You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue right now.—

—Mm, yeah, well, lucky for you, I’m feeling generous.— She smiled up at him before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Lando grinned, his hand gently squeezing her waist. —Generous, huh? Well, I’ll take it.—

But just as the moment seemed to settle into a peaceful lull, Amelie felt the nagging pull of reality. Tonight was their last night together before he had to fly out to Australia. She had known this for a while, but it still felt like a punch to the gut. Their time together had been so full, and she couldn’t bear the thought of spending even a few days apart, especially with everything they’d been through.

She broke the kiss, pulling away from him just enough to meet his gaze. Her expression softened as she spoke.

—Lan, can you do something for me?— she asked, her voice a little quieter than usual.

Lando glanced down at her, sensing the shift in her tone. —Of course. What’s up?—

Amelie hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt. —So... you know the bed chem outro, right?— she asked, her words slightly rushed, like she wasn’t sure how he would react.

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. —The bed chem outro?— He repeated slowly, looking at her with a slight frown. —You want me to... what, exactly?—

Amelie bit her lip, trying to hide the grin threatening to break through. —You know, the part of the show where Peter comes in with a camcorder, and we move behind the curtains for a more... private moment?—

Lando’s eyes widened, and he shook his head with a chuckle. —No fucking way. Not happening, Ames. I’m not doing that, not tonight.—

Amelie pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a way that made Lando’s heart skip a beat. She crossed her arms, and for a moment, she just stared at him, an exaggerated look of offense spreading across her face.

—What do you mean, no fucking way?— she huffed, raising an eyebrow. —You're acting like it's such a big deal. It’s part of the damn show. Everyone knows it!—

—But… I don't know, Ames, it's just a bit… too much. You're, like, famous, and... fuck, people will be watching. I’ll be on the jumbotron, and I’ll look like I don’t know what I’m doing.— He winced just thinking about it.

Amelie rolled her eyes with an exaggerated sigh. —Fine, you win, I guess I’ll just have to do it alone. I’m sure I’ll manage just fine without you there to help me.— She turned to walk away, but before she could take a full step, she felt Lando’s arm pull her back gently.

—Wait, wait, wait.— His voice was softer, quieter. —Don’t... don't do that. You know I can’t say no to you when you look like that. Fine, I'll do it, but only because it’s our last night, and I’m... I'm not going to leave you hanging like that.—

—C’mon, we need to practice it during soundcheck,— she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the stage.

—Practice?— Lando groaned. —You’re seriously gonna make me do this in front of your entire team?—

—Oh, don’t be shy now, Norris. I’ve seen you do the most ridiculous shit on Twitch for years. This is nothing.—

Lando narrowed his eyes at her. —That’s different. There’s no... implied...— he hesitated, struggling to find the words, —...sexual tension involved.—

Amelie snorted. —Oh, baby, you’re already oozing sexual tension. Trust me.—

Lando flushed a deep shade of red, and Amelie couldn’t help but laugh. God, she loved how easy he was to tease.

As they stepped onto the stage, her crew was already adjusting lighting and sound. Peter, her usual backup dancer, was off to the side, smirking knowingly as Lando reluctantly took his place.

—Peter, show him how it's done,— Amelie called, grinning.

Peter raised the camcorder and moved through the routine with ease, slipping behind the closing curtain with Amelie in a way that made the audience lose their minds every single night. Lando watched, arms crossed, a mixture of amusement and pure panic on his face.

—You’ve got this, baby,— Amelie teased, leaning in close enough for her breath to brush against his neck. —Just pretend it’s... you know... one of those nights in Monaco. No cameras. Just us.—

Lando groaned, covering his face with his hands. —You’re evil, you know that?—

Amelie grinned. —I know.—

They ran through the outro once, twice. By the third time, Lando was starting to get the hang of it

—See? You're a natural,— Amelie teased as they stepped behind the curtain, her body pressed against his as the stage lights dimmed.

Lando let out a breath, shaking his head. —I still feel like an idiot.—

—You look hot as fuck, actually,— she murmured against his jaw, pressing a kiss there before pulling away and walking back onto the stage. —The fans are gonna lose their minds tonight.—

Lando groaned dramatically, trailing after her. —Great. Just what I need. More attention.—

Amelie laughed, reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers as they walked back toward her crew. Lando's heart softened at how easily she always grounded him, even when he was completely out of his comfort zone.

As they wrapped up soundcheck, Amelie’s band and crew scattered to prepare for the show. Lando lingered by the edge of the stage, watching her talk to her team, her energy electric as always. It was one of the things that made him fall for her in the first place—how effortlessly she commanded a room without even trying.

But beneath the confidence, he knew her. Knew the girl who still sometimes doubted herself. Who still struggled with the pressure, the noise, and the ghosts of her past. And tonight, he could feel her holding on to him a little tighter, knowing that after this, he’d be gone for weeks.

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shortnsweetupdate: @ameliedayman pictured onstage in new blue bodysuit with ruffles! #LondonShortnSweet

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f1baby: She’s glowing and thriving, we love to see it 🫶🏼💙 → lanmelieforever: @f1baby literally, she’s in her “I’m dating a McLaren driver” era and it SHOWS.

queenamelie: The outfit. The vocals. The stage presence. Everything about her is perfect.

notafan: She’s so overrated. I don’t get the hype. → ameliefanclub: @notafan girl you’re obsessed, you’re always in her comments 💀

landoslover: She looks unreal in blue omg

checotogoat: The fact she can do this and still pull up to the paddock and be an F1 wag... Mother. → gridprincess: @checotogoat she’s literally the queen of the grid now, everyone else can go home.

fan1: Okay but THIS OUTFIT?! The way she just gets prettier every day, it’s actually unfair. 😩💙 → fan2: @fan1 No bc she looks like a literal princess. The ruffles?? The color?? She ATE.

ameliesfairy: She looks so good, I’m actually SOBBING. The way she gives us a show every night 🫠✨ → lanmelieupdates: @ameliesfairy girl imagine Lando’s reaction when she walked out in THIS. Boy is down bad 😭 → fan3: @lanmelieupdates if he even saw it 😬 where is he tonight?!

hatersunited: She thinks this outfit is gonna make us forget what she did?? Girl bye 💀

norrisnation: Okay but real talk, where IS Lando?? Man hasn’t been spotted all night 😭

f1tea: So… no Lando in the audience tonight? 👀

ameliesbff: People saying Lando isn’t there… babes, he’s probably the one who took half these photos 😭 → landosimp: @ameliesbff EXACTLY, this man is obsessed with her and I love it

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The lights dimmed, and the familiar haunting melody of Bed Chem echoed through the O2 Arena. The audience, already entranced by Amelie's sultry performance, erupted in anticipation as the camcorder effect flickered on the big screen.

But tonight, something was different.

As the male figure stepped onto the stage, camcorder in hand, the crowd expected Peter, her usual dancer. But when the spotlight hit him, the arena practically exploded.

It wasn’t Peter.

It was Lando Norris.

The screams were deafening, a mix of pure shock and absolute chaos as fans realized who had just taken Peter's place. Phones shot up in the air, fans recording the moment like their lives depended on it.

Lando grinned, cheeks flushed, clearly fighting back the nerves that had been eating him alive all day. But the second his eyes met Amelie's, everything else faded away.

He was just... hers.

Amelie smirked as she slowly backed up toward the closing curtain, her hand teasingly sliding up her body as she sang the final lines of the song. Lando followed, the camcorder capturing every sultry movement, every glance she threw his way.

The crowd's reaction was insane, but Amelie barely heard them. All she saw was him.

As the curtains closed behind them, the stage lights dimming until only their shadows could be seen, Lando dropped the camcorder and stepped closer to her.

Amelie’s back pressed against the velvet curtain, her breathing already uneven as Lando’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. The audience could only see their silhouettes, but that made it even worse — they knew exactly what was happening.

The screams intensified as Amelie’s shadow leaned back, her hands slipping into Lando’s curls as he dipped his head to her neck.

—You're really playing the part now, huh?— she whispered against his ear, breathless from the tension.

Lando smirked against her skin, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot below her jaw.

—Thought I’d give the people a show,— he murmured, voice low and teasing. —But mostly... I just wanted an excuse to touch you like this.—

Amelie felt her knees weaken when Lando’s hands slid down her thighs, guiding her to lie down on the stage floor. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he positioned himself between them.

The crowd lost their absolute minds.

From their perspective, all they could see was Amelie’s silhouette beneath Lando, her legs hooked around him as he hovered over her, his mouth moving down her neck.

Lando's breath was hot against her skin as he whispered:

—You have no idea how much I’m going to miss you, baby. I’ve been spoiled with you all winter.—

Amelie’s heart raced as she felt his hands slowly slide up her thighs, teasingly squeezing as his lips brushed against her collarbone.

—Lando...— she breathed, already dizzy from the way he was touching her, from the fact that they could barely do anything right now.

—Mmm?— Lando hummed, kissing just below her ear. —What’s wrong, baby? I thought this was just acting...—

—You're such a fucking tease.—

Lando chuckled darkly against her skin, pressing his hips against hers just enough to make her gasp.

—You started this. I’m just... committing to the role.—

Amelie let out a soft, frustrated moan, fingers tugging at his curls.

—You're so lucky I have a show to finish, or I’d actually kill you right now.—

Lando grinned, kissing the corner of her mouth before whispering:

—Don’t worry, love. We’ve got all night after this.—

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shortnsweetupdates: GUYS. During the bed chem outro, Lando was the guy behind the curtain with Amelie... holy f*ck. We're actually living in a fanfic at this point. 🫣💖

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shortnsweetfandom: Omg. Lando literally taking Peter's spot behind the curtain during the bed chem outro?? This is a WHOLE new level of relationship goals 😭💜

f1tea: Wait wait wait... Lando was behind the curtain with her during bed chem??? WHAT. Is this real life??? 💀💀 → speedyboi44: @f1tea literally what i need a better camera angle. i'm obsessed with them

thetruthhurtsfan: Oh, great, now we get to watch them make out behind the curtains. So mature and classy. 🙄 → ameliesswag: @thetruthhurtsfan lol, jealous much? You don't have to watch if you don't wanna. 😂 It's cute tho, let them live.

itsactuallycute: Ok but can we just appreciate how obsessed they are with each other? Like, it's literally adorable 🥺💜 → f1_lover22: @itsactuallycute I KNOW, right? They’re so cute together.

babygirl121: The way they’re always looking for ways to be together? Goals. 😍💖

hearteyesbabe: Look, I can’t even pretend I’m not obsessed with these two. Like, I’m sitting here screaming at my phone. 😍😭 → realfanlovers: @hearteyesbabe Honestly, same. I can’t even focus on the show because of how much I’m losing it over them. 😂

f1dreamer2025: No, like, we ALL KNOW what's going on back there. The shadows gave it away 😏 → racing_fanatics: @f1dreamer2025 Honestly, anyone who says they didn’t know what was happening is lying. 😂 You can feel the tension even from the shadows. → f1dreamer2025: @racing_fanatics exactly!! They wanted us to see. They wanted us to lose our minds tonight. 💀🔥

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The roar of the O2, still echoing faintly in their ears, faded into the quiet hum of the London night as Lando pulled the McLaren Artura into the underground parking of Amelie’s apartment building. Amelie, her hair still slightly tousled from the stage, leaned her head against the cool leather of the seat, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

—That was… insane,— she murmured, a contented smile playing on her lips.

Lando reached over, gently squeezing her hand. —You were incredible, Ames. Absolutely incredible. Honestly, I’m still buzzing.—

They rode the elevator in comfortable silence, the unspoken weight of their impending separation hanging in the air. As they stepped into the penthouse apartment, Benny, the fluffy cream British Shorthair, bounded towards them, meowing a greeting that bordered on demanding. Björn, the grey one, remained perched on the back of the sofa, watching them with a disdainful glare.

—Hey, Benny-bear,— Amelie cooed, scooping the cat into her arms. —Someone missed me, didn’t you?—

—He misses you more than I do, little one,— Lando teased, a playful grin stretching across his face as he watched her fuss over the cat. —Which is saying something, considering I’ve been counting down the seconds until I could get you alone again.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but a blush crept up her neck. —Oh, shut up, Lan. You’re such a sap.— She put Benny down, who promptly began weaving between Lando’s legs, purring loudly. —Go on, you two, entertain yourselves. I’m going to change.—

She disappeared into her bedroom, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor fading as the door closed. Lando watched her go, a slow smile spreading across his face. He bent down, scratching Benny behind the ears.

Lando chuckled, watching Benny’s enthusiastic purrs vibrate against his fingers. —You’re a good lad, aren’t you? Just like your mum, always wanting attention.— He glanced towards the closed bedroom door, a familiar warmth spreading through him. —Though, I’m hoping she’ll want my attention tonight.—

He wandered over to the living room, sinking into the plush sofa. Björn, with a theatrical flick of his tail, jumped down and stalked off towards the kitchen, a clear display of feline indifference. Lando grinned, undeterred. He knew Amelie loved the cats, and he loved watching her with them. It was another layer to her, a soft, domestic side that contrasted sharply with the fierce performer he’d just witnessed on stage.

A few minutes later, Amelie emerged from the bedroom, now clad in a silk robe that shimmered in the soft light of the apartment. Her hair, freed from its elaborate styling, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Lando’s breath hitched slightly. She looked effortlessly beautiful, a vision of relaxed elegance.

—Better?— she asked, a slight smile curving her lips as she walked towards him.

Lando’s gaze darkened as it lazily trailed down her figure, taking in the way the silk robe clung to her curves.

—Much better,— he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as she settled beside him on the sofa. —Though, to be honest, I always liked it better on the floor.—

Amelie let out a soft laugh, rolling her eyes, but her body betrayed her — her thighs instinctively pressed together at the way he was looking at her.

—You’re actually insufferable,— she teased, though her voice was softer now.

Lando grinned, inching closer, his hand finding her thigh and squeezing lightly through the thin fabric of the robe.

—And yet, you’re obsessed with me,— he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her skin just enough to make her shiver.

—Fuck off,— she mumbled, already feeling her body reacting to him.

Lando chuckled darkly, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to her neck. —No, baby. You love when I talk to you like this. Don't you?—

Amelie’s breath hitched as his hand slipped beneath her robe, warm fingers tracing slow circles on her inner thigh.

—Lando...— she breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

—Mmm?— he hummed, lips trailing up to her jaw. —Gonna miss me, aren’t you? Gonna miss having me between your legs for the next four weeks?—

Amelie let out a quiet whimper, her head falling back against the sofa as he kissed down her neck, teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her body burn.

—You’re a complete and utter bastard,— she managed, her voice thick with desire. —And yes, I’m going to miss you. A lot.—

Lando’s grin widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Good. Because I’m going to miss you too, Ames. Especially this.— His hand moved higher, cupping her intimately through the silk. —And this.—

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Amelie’s hands found their way to his hair, tugging gently as the kiss grew more intense. The world outside the apartment faded away, leaving only the two of them, the heat of their bodies, the unspoken promises hanging in the air.

The kiss broke, both of them gasping for air. Lando’s eyes, dark with desire, met hers. —Let’s not waste any time, shall we?— he murmured, his voice husky.

Amelie nodded, her eyes mirroring his desire. With a swift movement, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

He began to slowly undress her, his touch reverent, each caress sending shivers down her spine. The silk robe pooled around her feet, revealing the curves of her body, the soft skin that he knew so well. Amelie watched him, her breath catching in her throat as his eyes traced every inch of her.

—You’re so beautiful, Ames,— he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. —So fucking beautiful.—

He shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving hers, the anticipation building between them. He knelt on the bed, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip.

—Tell me you want me, baby,— he murmured, his voice low and demanding.

—I want you, Lando,— she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. —God, I want you so much.—

He leaned in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss, his hand moving between her legs, teasing her until she gasped. He moved over her, his body settling between her thighs. Amelie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for the feeling of him inside her.

—Ready?— he whispered, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. He entered her slowly, stretching her, filling her with his warmth. Amelie gasped, her body arching beneath him.

—Fuck, Lan,— she breathed, her nails digging into his back.

He began to move, slow and deliberate, building the tension between them. Amelie’s moans filled the room, her body moving in sync with his. He increased his pace, the rhythm building, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.

—You feel so good, Ames,— he groaned, his voice thick with desire. —So fucking good.—

The room was a symphony of soft moans and whispered curses, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Amelie’s hands gripped Lando’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as the pleasure intensified.

—Lando… oh god,— she gasped, her body trembling.

—That’s it, baby,— he murmured, his voice rough.

He shifted, pulling her legs higher, his movements growing more urgent. —Ride me, Ames. Just like this. Show me how much you want me.—

Amelie’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise mixed with raw desire flashing across her face. This was new, a departure from their usual dynamic, but the command in his voice, the raw intensity in his eyes, sent a thrill through her. Without hesitation, she lifted herself, her body rising and falling against his, the friction igniting a fire within her.

—Fuck, Ames,— Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. —That’s it. Just like that. You’re driving me crazy.—

Amelie’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body moving with a newfound confidence. The control, the power, it was intoxicating. She leaned forward, her lips finding his, her tongue tangling with his as she rode him harder, faster.

—You like this, don’t you?— he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with lust. —You like being in control.—

—Yes,— she breathed, her voice raw with desire. —God, yes.—

—Good girl,— he murmured, his hands tightening on her hips, urging her on. —Ride me, baby. Ride me until you scream my name.—

Amelie’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she reached the edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, a wave crashing over her, sending shivers down her spine.

—Lando!— she cried out, her body convulsing around him.

He followed her, his own release a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her. They collapsed against each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.

A comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the soft sounds of their breathing. Lando’s hand traced lazy circles on Amelie’s back, his fingers lingering on the soft skin beneath his touch.

—God, Ames,— he murmured, his voice husky. —You were incredible.—

Amelie smiled against his chest, her heart still pounding in her ears. —You weren’t so bad yourself, Lan,— she teased, her voice soft.

He chuckled, tightening his hold on her. —I’m going to miss this,— he whispered, his voice tinged with regret.

—Me too,— she breathed, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. —Four weeks is a long time.—

—Too long,— Lando agreed, his voice low. He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment. —But we’ll make it. Japan will be here before we know it.—

They lay tangled together, the warmth of their bodies a comforting presence in the quiet room. Eventually, exhaustion claimed them, and they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still intertwined.

Amelie swallowed the lump forming in her throat and forced a shaky smile.

—It doesn’t matter what happens in the race, Lan,— she murmured, her thumb brushing over his lips. —I’ll always be proud of you. Always.—

Lando’s eyes glistened with something she couldn’t quite place as he leaned into her touch, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

—Fuck, Ames. You’re going to kill me with that.—

Her heart shattered at the sound of his voice, thick with emotion.

—Come here,— she whispered, tugging him down until their foreheads touched.

His breath fanned against her lips as he kissed her, slow and deep, like he was trying to memorize her taste. Amelie whimpered into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his curls, desperate to hold onto him for just a few more seconds.

When he pulled away, her tears had already spilled over, trailing down her cheeks. Lando wiped them away with his thumbs, kissing her once more, this time softer.

—Four weeks. That’s all, baby,— he whispered against her lips. —We’ve survived worse, remember?—

She let out a choked laugh, nodding. —When you broke my heart in 2021, yeah.—

Lando groaned, his head falling against her chest.

—Are you seriously bringing that up right now? Jesus, woman.—

Amelie giggled through her tears, tugging his curls playfully. —You deserve it for leaving me like this.—

He lifted his head, eyes narrowing. —You’re evil. I’m genuinely obsessed with you, and you’re making me suffer on purpose.—

She smirked, brushing her lips against his. —I know. And you love it.—

Lando groaned, his hands gripping her waist.

—You’re fucking unbearable. I swear when I get to Japan, I’m not letting you leave the hotel room for the entire weekend.—

Amelie’s stomach flipped at the thought.

—Promise?— she whispered, eyes darkening.

Lando kissed her again, rough and desperate.

—Promise.—

He finally pulled back, but not before pressing one last lingering kiss to her forehead.

—Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll text you when I land.—

Amelie nodded, her vision blurry as she watched him grab his suitcase and quietly slip out the door. The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the empty apartment, and suddenly, the weight of his absence hit her like a freight train.

She curled into his side of the bed, pulling his hoodie from the night before over her head and inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered on the fabric.

Benny hopped onto the bed, curling against her chest, purring softly as if he knew her heart was breaking.

—Four weeks, baby boy,— Amelie whispered, stroking the cat’s fur as tears streamed down her face. —I can survive four weeks... right?—

Benny meowed softly in response, pressing his little head against her.

She let out a shaky breath, her chest aching with longing.

Four weeks felt like an eternity.

But for him... she’d wait forever.