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breaking the rules + Lando Norris - part two

In which Lando is your brothers rival in the championship battle, but you can't stay away from him.

part one

The last days were horrible for you. You didn’t know how to behave yourself around your brother, making things incredible awkward. Every time he would ask you something, you were going all red. You keep worrying about him finding out what happened between you and Lando. But the worrying isn’t the worst part of your days. The absolute worst is, is that you can’t stop thinking about Lando Norris. You hate yourself for it.

It’s two weeks before the last race of the championship and instead of supporting your brother, you can’t stop thinking about the way his rival made you feel last weekend. It’s killing you. Every time you think about it, you feel yourself getting flustered. It has even come to the point, that you’d masturbate while thinking about him. You’ve never felt that ashamed after pleasing yourself and you’ve read some nasty smut.

When you and Lando woke up together, you directly had your realization moment about how wrong it was what you did. If it had happened six months earlier than it would’ve been fine, but the timing couldn’t be worse. It’s not that there was anything wrong between you and Lando, you still feel the butterflies flying around when you think about the sex, but you couldn’t do this to Charles. So that’s what you tried to tell Lando, but before you could share you thoughts the boy his head was between your legs.

“Lando, I’m trying to talk to you.”

“I know,” he mutters, “but I don’t want to hear what you’re going to tell me yet.”

You didn’t stop him while he gave his full attention to your pussy. You’d have been insane if you stopped him while he was doing all that to you. When his mouth left your clit, he quickly replaced it with his fingers. While circling with his fingers around your clitoris he looked at you.

“I feel guilty I didn’t make more of last night, but I was drunk and way too horny to even think about something else than fucking you,” he confesses. You can’t even reply to his words, only a moan leaves from your lips. “I want you to remember this while you think about me,” Lando tells you a few seconds later, “Because I know what you’re going to tell me later.” He almost seems sad while telling you so.

“Can you do that for me babygirl?” Lando asks you, “Remember who’s making you feel this good.” You nod your head quickly. It’s not like any other boy ever took the time to do this for you, of course you’re going to remember this. You wish you could forget this, but you already know that’s an impossible thing to wish for.

“Who is making you feel this good baby?” Lando asks you. You just moan as response. Lando removes his fingers from you. Quickly you look up to him, why is he stopping? You were almost there.

“I asked you something,” Lando tells you with a stern tone in his voice.

“You Lando,” you tell him, “You are the one that makes me feel this good.”

A moan leaves your lips once again while Lando reconnects his fingers to your clit. Taking his sweet time to guide you towards your orgasm.

Later that day you wish you were still with Lando in his bed. He is driving you towards your friend, who will take you home later. A smart way to avoid questions from Charles. You still hadn’t talk to Lando about what will happen next. Thoughts are racing in your head. You don’t want this exiting new thing to end, but it’s the most logical thing to do. You can’t betray your brother like this, certainly not in times like this.

“This can’t happen again Lando,” you tell him softly.

“I was already afraid you’d tell me that,” Lando responses, for someone who expected this he still sounds a bit sad you think. But maybe that’s just your mind trying to cope with the fact that you’re the one who is sad. What idiotic, how could you be sad after a one night stand?

“I can’t do this to Charles,” you explain yourself, “It would crush him.”

“I know. I hoped you chose for yourself, but I get it Y/N,” Lando tells you, “I really do. But please don’t forget this.”

“I don’t think I can,” you smile at Lando while saying so. You press one last kiss at his cheek before leaving the car. But when your lips disconnect from Lando his cheek, he quickly pulls you back towards him. Pushing his lips at yours, wanting to give you a proper goodbye.

“I’ll see you around Lan,” you say to the boy while you get out of his McLaren.

“See you later babygirl,” Lando responses.

At this moment you’re trying to put on some make up, but you can’t seem to focus. Tonight there’s a small party with the formula one family. Charles invited you to join him a few weeks ago. If he had asked you tonight, you would have made up an excuse. You’re already getting nervous about seeing Lando again. And if that isn’t worse enough, you’re stressed out about being near Lando while your brother is also there.

“Can I come in Y/N?”

Speaking of the devil himself. You quickly yell back a yes. Charles enters your room. He doesn’t say much in the beginning, just seating himself at your bed while watching you do your make up. You don’t mind. You know Charles sometimes just likes the company without all the conversations, so you just keep focussing on your make up. Making sure your eyeshadow matches with the red dress you’re wearing.

“I’m nervous,” Charles confesses to you after a while. You almost poke yourself in your eye with the mascara brush you are holding. You didn’t expect Charles to say something, certainly not something like this.

“Nervous about what?” You ask your brother. Holding in your breath nervously while waiting for his answer.

“Him. What if I lose my temper again?” Charles rants, “I mean I’m still fucking mad at him. He even tried to use you to riddle me up.”

You should know Charles, you think tiredly to yourself. You can’t even think about your brothers response when he hears what you did with Lando. Pff.

“Just ignore him,” you tell Charles.

“I can’t. Every time I look at him I feel myself getting mad, I mean he literally pushed me out of the points last race,” Charles scoffs annoyed.

Before you can help yourself, you ask a question to Charles. “Did they gave him a penalty eventually or is it still a racing incident?”

“Of course not, you know how stupid the FIA can be. It’s still a racing incident according to them. But it wasn’t, he went wide and pushed me off,” Charles tells you with a bit of annoyance tracing in his voice.

“Oh okay,” you respond, you have no idea what to tell your brother.

“I’m glad Charlotte is also joining us tonight, maybe she can distract me a bit,” Charles tells you. So, who is going to distract you than you wonder.

“Yeah I hope so, it’s still nice to see her again,” you react. It has been a while since you’ve saw Charlotte, the girlfriend of Charles. “But I want to change Charles.” With those words the boy leaves your room. Giving you all the time and space to think about everything with Lando once again.

A few hours later you look happily at your reflection in the windows of the restaurant. The red dress that you are wearing is looking good on you. The dress is a bit tight around your body, but you don’t mind. You can’t help wanting to impress a certain someone. You grab your red lipstick out of your bag, putting on a bit more.

You think to yourself about how to behave around Lando. It would be the best if you just ignore him the whole evening. You hope you can manage that. Maybe you can distract yourself a bit with someone else since Charles isn’t really helpful when he’s with Charlotte. It’s been a while since you’ve seen some of the drivers. Tonight can be a good evening to catch up with them.

“Hey Y/N!”

There is your distraction, you think to yourself. No one other than Pierre Gasly is yelling your name with a happy tone in his voice. If there’s anyone who has chosen the side of your brother during the championship fight, it’s Pierre. He’s even more annoyed with Lando than your brother is. So, if you make sure you keep close to Pierre tonight Lando won’t be a problem.

You walk over to Pierre, greeting him with a hug.

“You look good,” Pierre tells you. “Thanks Pierre!” You respond quickly. The boy quickly escorts you inside of the restaurant. It’s almost too easy like this. You take a seat next to Pierre. Charles quickly picks the seat in front of you, letting Charlotte getting the seat next to him. The table is slowly getting full. At one point the only drivers missing are Lando and Max. The empty chair next to you is giving you some serious anxiety. Lando wouldn’t be so stupid to get the seat next to you, would he?

After a few more minutes Max and Lando walk towards the big group of drivers, (girl)friends and team members. You can’t help yourself and stare a bit at Lando. The boy is wearing a white blouse with a blazer, with a neutral toned pantaloon underneath. Fuck, he looks good. Since you’re too busy checking out Lando, you don’t notice his shock while seeing you.

Lando thought tonight would be easy, he only has to ignore Charles. He didn’t even think about the option of you being there as well. His night is getting a lot harder directly when he spots you. He can’t even help himself, he quickly walks to the free seat next to you. He already knows you’re not going to like this, but he can’t worry about that now. His worries are about Pierre who’s causing you to smile. Since when are you two that close he wonders.

You can’t even count how many times you have thought about screaming out all your frustration. Why is Lando sitting next to you? How stupid can he be? Does he even realize the risk he is taking?

Charles quickly excuses himself when he sees his rival taking place next to his sister. Charlotte follows him directly. You sigh. This is going to be a long evening.

In the mean time, Lando can’t keep his eyes off you. You look absolutely stunning and he wants nothing more than to tell you that. He only doesn’t know how. Your attention is on Pierre he quickly notices. He clenches his jaw when he sees Pierre getting closer to you. Why is he feeling like this? Lando keeps staring at you. He can’t look away.

“Why is he staring at you?” Pierre asks you with a soft voice, by the way he moves his head you can already guess about who’s talking. No one else than Lando Norris. Fuck, he’s already getting people to notice you two. You just shrug your shoulders to answer Pierre, not knowing what else to say. You want to be mad at Lando for making things already this obvious, but you feel yourself getting warm inside from the thought he’s staring at you.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real quick Y/N,” Pierre tells you, you nod.

When Lando notices that Pierre is leaving the table, he quickly taps your arm under the table. “You’re making things obvious Lando,” you whisper mad at him, “I know but you look so good it’s not fair. You should have warned me you were coming,” Lando reacts softly. You blush at his words.

“Please Lando, just ignore me the rest of the evening,” you plead the boy. Lando sighs and nods, “I’ll try, but I won’t make any promises.”

You look around for a bit, not spotting Charles, Charlotte or Pierre. Maybe this will be your last chance, so after a bit of worrying you decide to take it.

“You also look really good, I like the formal look on you,” you inform Lando, you feel yourself getting embarrassed.

“You’re not making it easier for me to ignore you like this baby,” he mutters, “After all this drama with the championship I’ll be all over you.”

“Promise?” You ask hopefully. Lando intertwines his pink with yours under the table, “Promise.”

The rest of the dinner goes by quickly without any tensions. At least, not between Lando and your brother. You can’t deny that you have been feeling tense since Lando took the seat next to you. Ignoring him while he’s so close to you is a hard task. You try to mingle in the conversations from Charlotte, Charles en Pierre, but you keep getting distracted whenever Lando’s saying something to Max. You notice the two of them look at you a lot. Did Lando tell Max about what happened between the two of you? You can’t blame him if he did, you had told your best friend everything as well.

Now that you think about it, Max is one of the few racers who’s actually being nice to Lando. The two of them have always been close, but Lando was close with many other drivers as well before. The championship battle really took a toll on him and his social contacts. You sigh. What did you brother do? How can it be that that many racers are taking your brothers side? Did he spread rumors or something?

“Y/N?”

Pierre disturbs your racing mind for a while. Did he say something before he called your name, you wonder.

“Yeah?” You ask quickly.

“Are you also joining?” Pierre asks you.

That was probably the part of the conversation you just missed because you were thinking about the McLaren driver once again. You’re not making things easy for yourself.

“Joining?” You ask Pierre, he smiles at you.

“We’re going to club after dinner,” he explains to you.

“Ah, of course I’ll join,” you tell him, “I can use some drinks.”

Pierre laughs at your response. You notice that Max and Lando have left the table. Where did they go to so quick? You take a gulp off your wine, shivering at the bitter taste. Then you stand up, telling your friends you’re going to the toilets.

When you’re walking downstairs to the toilets, you notice two male voices arguing a bit. One of the voices reminds you of Lando, but you don’t know for sure. You haven’t heard him this annoyed before. You want to walk away and go to the toilet, but when you hear a loud remark you can’t seem to move yourself further.

“You’re acting jealous Lando,” Max tells the boy in front of him. Lando sighs. “What’s up with you? You’ve slept with her once and now you are acting like the crazy boyfriend?” Max continues.

“I told you this wasn’t a typical one night stand,” Lando respond to Max. The annoyance in his voice is loud and clear.

“I know, but why are you acting this jealous?” Max asks, “Maybe because I’m this jealous. Gasly is annoying me,” Lando explains bitterly.

“Don’t. She doesn’t even pay attention to him,” Max tries to comfort his friend.

“But he pays way too much attention to her,” Lando scoffs annoyed, “I can’t even greet her in front of Charles, but he can flirt the whole evening with her. How’s that fair?”

You hear the door opening, you quickly walk further downstairs to lock yourself in to a bathroom stall. You can only hope so that neither of the boys mentioned you. The words you heard from Lando are making you feel all kind of ways. At least you’re not the only one who’s experiencing a hard evening.

When you join the table again a few people look up to you. Did you miss something? You quickly notice what’s wrong. Your brother and Lando are talking and it’s not going well. The glass of bitter wine in front of you seems inviting. After a few sips, you start to pay attention at the boys next of you. It’s hard for you to understand what they’re talking about. Charles is mainly talking, Lando tries to ignore him as best as he can.

“What happened?” You ask Pierre after still not understanding a bit later.

“Lando happened,” Pierre scoffs, “He’s always looking for trouble.”

Ah, you still don’t have any idea of what went wrong. Thanks Pierre. You decide to just listen to the boys. There’s not much you can do. Right?

“It was not a racing incident, you pushed me off,” Charles exclaims mad towards Lando, “Then why didn’t I get a penalty?” Lando asks annoyed. It’s always the same discussion.

“Everyone knows FIA is shit,” Charles goes on, “You don’t even deserve the second place in the championship. It’s impossible that you have grown that much in just the summer break. McLaren must have done something illegal to the car.”

You focus your attention on Lando for a bit, you see how he clenches his jaw out of annoyance. It’s not hard for you to understand him, Charles just accused him of cheating. Everyone would be mad at something like that. For the first time, you start to get a bit afraid of what Lando will say. It must be tempting for him to start about you by your brother. If he wants to win the argument he only has to tell your brother about what the two of you did. He even has a picture to prove it. You feel yourself getting anxious. Would Lando do something like that? He wasn’t going to throw you under the bus for a stupid argument, right?

You almost jump out of your chair when you feel Lando grabbing your leg. His grip firms when Charles starts speaking again. Going further with his accusations of Lando and McLaren being cheaters. Is this Lando’s way to stay calm? Charles doesn’t stop speaking. He doesn’t even notice that Lando gets closer to his sister, he only pays attention to the words he’s speaking. Trying to get more drivers to feel the same way as he does.

Lando doubts. He’s going to make you really mad if someone discovers what he wants to do. But on the other hand, he needs to calm down before he picks a fight with your brother. When he feels your hand laying on his own he calms down a bit. You draw some circles with your fingers on to his arm. Lando moves his head further away from you. The way your fingers wander over his arm is enough for him to stay calm. At least he’d like to think so.

“Don’t you have anything to say cheater?” Charles asks.

You feel Lando’s grip on your leg getting more firm again. You remove your hand from his arm. He quickly let go of your leg to intertwine his fingers with yours. Not wanting to miss the physical contact.

“Charles, stop it,” Max is the first one to react, “You’re making up rumors, just fight this out on track. This is useless.”

“Can’t even speak for yourself?” Charles ignores Max while firing his question to Lando.

“It’s a waste of time to do so,” Lando tells Charles, “We’ll talk everything through after the championship. You won’t change your mind before that.”

Charles sighs. “Come on Charles, ignore him and let’s enjoy this evening,” Charlotte tells her boyfriend. You almost feel relieved, is the tension finally over for tonight?

“Why are you constantly staring at Y/N?” Pierre suddenly asks Lando. You drop his hand quickly. Fuck. You thought this horrendous part of the evening was done. Why did Pierre bring that up?

“Yeah, you’re sitting way too close to her,” Charles mutters directly.

Lando stands up from his chair, seeking another free one. It’s useless to talk against Charles and Pierre, even more when they’re right. He wants nothing more than to kiss you before the eyes of your brother and his flirty friend, but he stops himself thinking about that quickly. It’s you he needs to think about, not your brother. So the only thing he can do to save your evening is seeking another place to sit. Without even saying anything to Charles, Pierre or you he walks away towards the other end of the table. Taking a seat next to Sebastian. Max quickly decides to follow him, moving his chair along to make sure he can sit next to Lando.

You’d like to think that the evening is getting better, but the only thing your brother and Pierre are talking about is still Lando. You finish you dessert and hope that you’ll quickly head to the club.

“Do you know why Norris is staring at you all the time Y/N?” Pierre asks you. Before you can respond, Charles starts ranting about it.

“Even now, he’s still looking at her. Also did you see the look he was trying to send her when he walked past us towards the toilets? He’s playing mind games with me.”

You sigh. As if Lando is playing mind games with your brother.

“Nope, I have no idea Pierre. But I also didn’t notice it,” you tell Pierre after your brothers rant.

“It’s hard to miss Y/N, he’s still staring at you right now,” Pierre tells you.

You look over at Lando. The boys are right. It’s hard to miss that he’s still staring at you. You start about the club you’ll later head to, to Pierre. Asking him some questions about where it is and what kind of music they play. While Pierre is telling you about it, you grab your phone out of your bag. Quickly typing a text to Lando.

Y/N: you have to stop looking at me

It doesn’t take more than a minute before your phone vibrates from a new notification.

Lando: Can’t.

Y/N: bullshit

Lando: Did you see how beautiful you look? It’s not like I’m the only one noticing.

Y/N: ?

Lando: Stop giving all your attention to Gasly and maybe I’ll stop staring

Y/N: you’re impossible

You sigh when you put your phone away.

“When are we heading out?” You ask Pierre, “What about now?” He suggests. You nod.

“I think that we’ll go back home, I’m not really in the mood anymore,” Charles tells you and Pierre, talking for himself and Charlotte. You don’t know how to feel. If you only shake off Pierre in the club later, you maybe could have some time with Lando? But on the other hand, everyone will probably see.

An hour or so has passed. You’re dancing with Pierre in the club. While sipping your drink, you watch at the entrance. You didn’t notice Lando yet. Wasn’t he coming? Or did you miss him when he got inside? Pierre spins you around, laughing at you. Maybe if nothing had happened between you and Lando, you’d have gotten with Pierre tonight. But now, you can’t even think about that without thinking about Lando.

Lando is standing still in the corner of the room. The glass of soda in his hand is almost empty, but he doesn’t want to go to the bar for a new one. He can’t risk it to lose you in the crowd. It was a bad idea to come here. He knew you would be with Gasly, so why did he decide to watch you anyway? It was even a worse idea to drive tonight, some alcoholic beverages could have helped him take his mind off you.

“Your staring is even annoying me right now,” Max tells his friend, “You’re kinda ruining the night.”

“Fuck sorry Max, is it really that bad?” Lando quickly responds, the nod Max gives him says enough. Lando knows he’s supposed to stop looking at you. If he didn’t look this much at you, maybe the evening would have been fine. He doesn’t even know if he’s bringing you in trouble. Maybe Charles will start to ask questions to you during the next days.

“I just really don’t like it how close he is to her,” Lando explains himself.

“Then do something about it instead of whining in a corner,” Max comments.

Lando can’t stop looking at you and the French driver. His jaw clenches once again when he notices how close Pierre is at what’s suppose to be his. This night is the absolute worst. He notices Pierre leaving you to get you another drink. Was the boy getting you drunk? Lando quickly discards his thought, you probably needed some distraction as well. After a few minutes he sees how you walk away from Pierre in the direction towards the toilets. He can’t help himself but quickly follows you, muttering a quick sorry to Max before leaving him.

“Y/N” he yells when you’re almost inside one of the toilet stalls.

“Lando?” You ask surprised.

You walk away from the stall. You didn’t even realize Lando was here. The drinks in your system don’t let you think about your next step. You walk quickly to the boy. What to do, you wonder. Are you going to tell him all about how much of an idiot he is? Or are you just going to hug him? You want to do both, it that even possible?

When standing in front of Lando, you for sure don’t know what to do anymore. It’s Lando who takes the first step. He throws his arms around you, pulling you close to him. A relieved sound leaves your mouth, you needed this. Some of the tension you build up this evening quickly leaves your body. You deepen the hug by putting your arms around Lando’s body as well.

“Can I kiss you?” Lando asks you after a few minutes. You look up at him. Noticing his burning gaze. “Of course, but after that I’m going to tell you all about your terrible behavior from tonight,” you say. Lando grins, quickly putting his hand at your chin to get you even closer. He puts his lips on yours.

“You can’t be mad at me, it’s not fair how I can’t even talk to you while Pierre can spend his whole evening flirting with you,” Lando tells you after the two of you disconnect your lips.

“But still Lando, they noticed it all the time. They were asking questions,” you tell Lando. He nods like he understands you, but you question it. Does he even know how hard this is for you?

“It’s not smart what we’re doing,” you go on, “if we continue this way everyone will find out before we even realize it. That can’t happen.”

“I know babygirl. Can’t we just leave?” Lando asks you.

“And then what? Pierre will notice directly.”

“But I really want to leave,” Lando whines.

“Why?” You ask.

“Because I can’t take this much longer,” Lando explains, “Pierre keeps looking at you with those eyes and he’s touching you all the time.”

“So?”

“He isn’t supposed to touch what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You question him.

“Maybe a bit too soon to say something like that,” Lando mutters, getting frustrated with himself, “but you can’t deny that you feel it too.”

“You’re impossible,” you tell the boy.

“If you weren’t so hot, maybe they would all stop looking at you all the fucking time,” Lando says frustrated.

“I thought we were worried about Pierre? Since when are we talking about everyone?” You tease Lando a bit, “You sound a bit jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” Lando quickly denies.

“So you won’t mind me getting back to Pierre and dancing with him for the rest of the night?” You go on with teasing.

“Don’t.”

Before you or Lando can say anything else, you hear someone calling your name. Fuck. Is that Pierre? You quickly pull Lando inside an empty toilet stall with you. Locking the door. Just in time as you hear someone calling your name once again.

“Y/N what’s taking you so long? Are you feeling okay?”

It’s Pierre for sure. Lando can’t suppress a scoff.

“Tell me you’re jealous or I’ll go back to dancing with Pierre right now,” you whisper to Lando.

“I’m not jealous, I’m acting absolutely reasonable,” Lando whispers back at you.

“Coming Pierre, give me a few seconds,” you yell. You feel how Lando pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. Not wanting to let you go back to Pierre.

“If you’re not jealous, then why are you acting jealous?” You ask the boy.

“Because I am jealous for fucks sake,” Lando mutters, “happy now?”

You press a kiss against Lando his cheek.

“I can’t go home with you, Pierre is supposed to bring me home,” you tell Lando with an apologetic look on your face. He clenches his jaw.

“You better think of a way for me to go home with you then,” Lando tells you sternly.

“I’ll text you the address,” you sigh. This is going to be a disaster, but you can’t help to feel excited.

You open the toilet stall, quickly stepping outside before throwing the door shut. You just hope Lando is smart enough to wait for a bit.

“I’m not feeling well,” you tell Pierre, looking as sad as you can. “Can you take me home?”

“Of course darling,” Pierre responds, “Let’s go.”

You quietly open the door, letting Lando inside the apartment. Before you let him in, you checked if Charles and Charlotte were asleep. If you can believe your ears, your brother is deeply asleep. You can only hope so. With a simple gesture you make clear to Lando he has to be silent. Quickly taking his hand and guiding him to your bedroom. When you close the bedroom door behind the two of you, he’s already pulling you into him. Playing with a loose strand of your hair while holding you close. You smile at him.

“I think I need to remember you to who you belong,” Lando tells you in a soft tone, “Darling.” His last word quickly reminds you of what Pierre pet named you before. You hoped Lando didn’t hear it, but it’s obvious now he did. He takes a step back from you, throwing his blazer on the ground and unbuttoning his blouse.

“You better keep quiet babygirl,” he says, “we don’t want your brother to find out. Do we?”

You eyes widen, you feel excited but at the same time stressed. Are you really going to do this in Charles his apartment? This can’t be a good idea.

“Or do you want to go to mine?” Lando asks you, noticing your worries.

“We can’t, he’ll wake up before us and wonder where I am. Plus, Pierre brought me home so I can’t make up some excuse about sleeping at a friend,” you explain to Lando.

“Then you have to be really quiet,” he tells you with a small smile on his lip. It tells you enough about his feelings about tonight. You’re for sure not the only one who’s excited for what’s following. Lando takes off his unbuttoned blouse and comes closer to you. He presses you against your bed softly.

He kisses your neck, careful not to leave a mark on a visible place. When he finds your sweet spot once again, you shiver. It’s unfair how fast he can make you feel this good. The way he was talking to you earlier made you already aroused. Since when did you have a thing for this sort of dominance? Him talking about you belonging to him, does things to you. This can’t be good you think, but you don’t want to think about it any more. You just want to enjoy your night with him. You moan softly when he grabs your left boob, he quickly firms his grip. Kneading you boob easily while still applying feathery soft kisses to your neck.

“Do you think you deserve any satisfaction after your behavior from tonight?” Lando asks you. He lets go of your boob. You miss his touch quickly. The warmth feeling on your skin disappears.

“My behavior?” You ask confused, “You were the one who almost exposed us.”

Lando tuts you, “You let Pierre flirt with you the whole evening, don’t forget about that.”

He pulls you on top of him, grabbing your ass with both his hands. You don’t know what to say. The way he’s still showing you his jealousy is getting you excited. It’s not like you and Lando have formed some sort of deep bond already, but you are already falling for the McLaren driver. It’s nice to know he’s experiencing the same. Or at least you’d like to think so, otherwise he wouldn’t be jealous right?

“What was I suppose to do Lan?” You ask him.

“Tell him you’re mine,” Lando reacts.

Mine. That one word haves such an impact on you. You feel yourself getting flustered, you cheeks must be flaming red by now. It’s childish to think about it, but you already feel the butterflies flying through your stomach.

“Am I yours?” You barely dare to ask Lando.

“I’d like to think so,” Lando tells you, his tone softens a bit while talking to you. “You already have me wrapped around you finger, so it would be a shame if it wasn’t the same way the other way around.”

“Wrapped around your finger?” You ask further.

“Do you think I get jealous about someone that doesn’t mean anything for me? Thought you were a bit smarter than that babygirl.”

If you’re cheeks weren’t red already, this would have been the moment for it. It can’t be good that there are already feelings getting involved, but you love the idea. You know it’s way too soon for talks like this, but you don’t want Lando to stop talking about it. How he already states that you mean something to him makes you feel things you haven’t felt before. And if you think about it, you can’t deny he means something to you as well. It’s not for nothing that you kept thinking about him, even more than the impact it would have when your brother finds out. Lando Norris has been the main item on your mind the last days. The way he makes you feel is unknown for you, but you crave every little bit of it.

“I already like you too much,” you blurt out.

Lando smirks, “The feeling is mutual baby.”

You keep quiet for some time, just enjoying Lando’s hands softly massaging your ass. Your mind on the other hand is everything but quiet. How is this suppose to go now? Did the two of you just confess to each other that there are feelings involved? Are you going to be exclusive?

“I know it’s a bit soon for this Y/N, but believe me when I say it feels so damn right with you,” Lando tells you. He always knows what to say.

“I do think you need to take me on a proper date soon,” you tell Lando with a smile, he laughs softly.

“A proper date?” He asks you.

“Yeah, since you’re already confessing all kind of things I’d like a proper date,” you explain Lando with an even bigger smile.

“You got it babe,” he tells you, “but now I’m going to show you to who you exactly belong. Don’t think I forgot about that.”

You feel a knot tighten in your stomach, excited for the things Lando has in store for you. You bite your lip while waiting for Lando to make a move. It feels like ages before his hands finally find the zipper of your dress. His lips are attached to your neck, you suppress a moan. How are you going to keep quiet if he has you already feeling like this?

He quickly unzips your red dress, pulling it off your body. Leaving you in just your lingerie. He takes his sweet time to stare a bit more at you. As if he didn’t do that enough already tonight. You smile sweetly at him.

“I’d love to see you in orange,” Lando mutters.

“Why’d I wear Max his color?” You ask teasingly.

“For fucks sake, why are you such a tease? I already confessed my jealousy and now you’re trying to make me jealous of my friend as well?” Lando asks you.

You only smile sweetly as a response.

“Nah ah, you’re not getting away with this babygirl,” Lando tells you. He lifts you a bit in the air, putting you in a different position. Before you realize it, he has you bend over his lap. His hand softly traces circles around your ass. Then he softly slaps your ass. You gasp surprised. He pats your ass a bit again. Making you feel comfortable. When you don’t expect it anymore, he slaps your ass a bit harder than the previous time. Causing you to moan softly.

“Hm, I already thought you would be into this,” Lando tells you softly, “Can I go harder?”

“Yes,” you confirm quickly.

He lets his hand land on your ass again. Quickly removes it again, before slapping you even harder on your ass. You can’t suppress another moan, you let it leave your lips before you realize it.

“Quiet babygirl, we don’t want your brother to hear,” Lando tells you.

He slaps your ass once again. Admiring the way in bounces a bit because of his hands. He caress it after the slap. His fingers slide underneath your string, going between your slit. Feeling your wetness.

“So wet already,” he mutters more to himself than to you, “so fucking hot.”

You wait patiently for him to continue doing something. Getting even hornier while hearing him talk. He pulls off your panties. Admiring the way you are laying bend over his lap. Asking himself if it would be weird to ask for a picture again. He withholds himself, for now, but notes that he does want a picture like this once. But he already imagines next time, he hopes you can be as loud as you want then.

“Show me that you’re sorry,” Lando tells you. You look up at him. Is he still talking about Pierre? You think about ways to show him. Eventually getting off his lap and positioning yourself on your knees in front of the boy. You take off his pants, but leave his boxers on. Softly palming his member through them. You bow a bit closer, kissing his v-line before removing his boxers. You stroke his member a couple times. Lando keeps looking at you.

“Can you hold my hair?” You ask Lando, he quickly obliges. His hand takes your hair together.

“Going to give you a view Pierre will never have,” you tell Lando softly. He groans at only your words. You lower yourself a bit more, taking his member inside of your mouth. At first you slowly tease him, moving your tongue up, down and around his boner. Making everything a bit more wet to it slides a bit easier. You move your head up and down slowly, hollowing your cheeks while doing so. Still moving your tongue around his member while fastening your pace. You feel Lando’s grip on your hair getting more tight.

“So good for me,” he praises you.

You hear some soft moans coming from the boy. When you feel his dick getting even harder than before, you decide to move your head away. Giving his member one last kiss before standing up.

“What are you doing?” Lando asks you, you don’t answer him. He seems frustrated. So you were right about your timing. You get up your bed, still sitting on your knees but this time above Lando’s dick. You align your pussy with his dick before lowering yourself. Slowly letting him entrances you.

You keep a slow pace, mainly to frustrate Lando a bit more before giving in. He doesn’t seem to mind it that much. His fingers quickly finds your clitoris, making the well known eight figure with his fingers. You moan softly. He pulls you closer, quickly connecting his lips to yours. You fasten your pace, needing more for yourself.

After a bit he disconnects his lips from yours, “You look so good fucking me like this.” You blush from his praise. “Such a good girl for me,” he praises you further. His fingers are going faster around your clit. He flicks it a few times. You feel your orgasm coming up by the familiar knot in your stomach. Lando continues giving his full attention to your clit. You moan a bit before feeling the waves of your orgasm reaching you. “Fuck,” you softly say.

Lando quickly picks you up, helping you to fuck him further. Fastening the pace and thrusting harder in and out you. You feel how he’s getting close. He groans a bit.

A few loud knocks on your door disturb the two of you.

“Y/N what’s up with the noise? Are you okay?” You hear your brother ask you through the door.

“Oh sorry Charles, I’m watching some tiktoks!” You quickly reply, “I will soften the volume a bit.”

You push Lando his head close to your neck. He directly sucks on a bit of skin. Knowing this is you telling him to continue but be quiet.

“Ah okay,” Charles tells you through the door, “How was it at the club?”

“It was fun,” you reply.

“Was he there?” You know directly who Charles means, quickly replying with a simple yes.

“Did he leave you alone or was he harassing you?” Charles asks further.

Oh Charles, you should know about what was Lando doing to me right now you think. You feel Lando getting closer. He groans in your neck.

“Oh I barely saw him, it was fine,” you tell Charles.

“Better. I wonder what it is with him, his attention was at you the whole time during dinner,” Charles goes on.

Charles should know how much attention you were actually getting from Lando right now.

“Cum for me Lan,” you whisper in Lando his ear, making sure your brother doesn’t hear.

“I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there,” you tell Charles.

“Charlotte noticed it too.”

“You know, let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m falling asleep.”

Lando thrust in you one last time before you feel his cum inside of you. He groans softly in your neck once more. “Fuck, I’m already falling way too hard for you babygirl,” Lando whispers in your ear. You blush.

“Okay, I’ll speak you tomorrow,” Charles tells you, “Good night Y/N”

“Good night Charles.”

“That was fucking hot,” Lando tells you a few minutes later, he strokes your hair while you’re laying on his torso. “You’re fucking hot,” he continues. You smile at him, “Yeah yeah.”

“Are you going to sneak me out or is that a problem for tomorrow?” Lando asks you.

“Problem for tomorrow, I’m way too comfortable lying on you like this.”

Lando smiles at you, bending to kiss your forehead. “Good night baby girl.”

“Good night Lan,” you yawn back.

Tomorrow will be a long day you think to yourself, but it’ll be so worth it. You think about how this is going further. It’s impossible to keep your distance from him. And even if you could, Lando would fail at keeping his distance from you. His hand strokes your hair, playing with it a bit.

“You’re going to be the death of me Y/N,” he whispers at you, thinking you’re asleep, “But I will die as a happy man.”

part three

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