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while everyone is talking about the championship (which its too fucking early to mention its barely been race 5) i want to take this moment to say lando norris WHAT a recovery drive. at one of your worst tracks too. stellar stellar stellar.
“it’s getting really hard supporting lando”
no it isn’t.
The only reasons I have to live anymore are all of the new Star Wars tv series Disney is making
Lando: when you said 'magic in bed' this was not what I was expecting...
Y/N: *pulling a card from the deck* was THIS your card?
Lando: holy-
pinning Bsf Lando
Lando: you're a slut, you're a whore, you're a dick, and you're a bitch
Y/N: and with your help I could be president too
Lando: why don't you shut your fucking mouth and look at the wikipedia page for sucking cock?????????
Y/N: alright, one sec
Y/N: hey, it says I gotta have my mouth open for this one boss
Y/N: you can never lose an argument if you say "shut up nerd" at the end
Lando: yes you can
Y/N: shut up nerd
Lando: Y/N, you know how much I love you...
Y/N: whaddya want?
Lando: a partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILITY!
i’m in my carlando feels rn
cause like, these are two guys who were brought up with similar values, because their parents wanted them to learn the value of money and hard work and effort. these are two guys who got into f1 young, but carlos had a rookie teammate, and lando had carlos. lando had carlos, and carlos taught him the importance of team, and putting in the hours, and how to correctly read the telemetry, and how to improve, and how to grow up when the situation called for it, and how to get out of your head. and carlos had lando too, because lando taught carlos how to be immature again, and do stupid things sometimes, and to let go. they’re always distracted by each other, even if they’re doing something that has nothing to do with the other. they’re always accompanying each other on family trips, and their parents treat the other as their own. they’re always defending each other, always taking the other’s name first when talking about friends in the paddock. except, carlos refuses to call lando a friend because carlos wants to see whether they would be friends after f1 or not, cause that’s the real test, isn’t it? and they go on golf dates where i’m so sure carlos teases lando for being so bad at it. they’ve cooked together, and god, the lore behind it, can you imagine? they’ve celebrated each other’s wins, each other’s podiums. they’ve got their own personal boundaries for each other, things that no one else can do. they have their high pitched laugh that only dogs can hear, and they blush when they stare at each other too long, and they call each other cabron but affectionately, and they’re always going in for hugs, never simple handshakes. they’re carlos and lando, and there’s so much of carlos in lando, and so much of lando in carlos that it hurts my fucking heart. and like, lando still sticking to carlos’ side, even though it’s been years that they stopped being teammates. hell, in the start, lando could walk into the ferrari garage and no one would bat an eye. but, they never stopped being teammates, because no other driver is so in tune with someone else to pull off singapore 2023. carlos’ own team didn’t know what he was doing there, but lando norris did. lando, who repeatedly told his team before abu dhabi 2024 to be careful of carlos because he knows carlos and he knows he’s going to push. carlos taking lando’s racing line and getting pole in mexico. lando being there when carlos got his first victory post surgery, and got his last victory in ferrari. lando being there when carlos was on podium in monza. lando’s been with carlos in 3 out of 4 wins. did you know that? like, those were two boys who were imagining being p1 and p2, and they got it. they got it in singapore, and then mexico, and then abu dhabi. they’re not loud because they’re there for themselves, yk? they don’t hide their friendship, but they also don’t publicly go around waving it in people’s faces because it’s so personal to them. we’ve all seen the adoration on lando’s face every time he’s with carlos, but fuck, the adoration on carlos’ face when lando’s just being himself is so pure and so real. and like, carlos always leaving a little bit of space for lando on track, and lando always being so secure in his friendship with carlos.
these two found each other so randomly, but goddamn, am i happy they did.
Can we all just agree that Lando was basically Space Elvis without the singing?
Solo concept art
Things I don’t really see people talking about from Solo:
-They had Lando pronounce Han “Hān”
-and made it REALLY SUPER clear that parsecs were a unit of distance (but made doing the Kessel run in 12 parsecs still really impressive)
-just to cover some relatively minor plot holes from the original trilogy
-and I absolutely loved it.
Kinktober Day 4 - Threesome - MxM - CS55, LN4
Carlos Sainz X Lando Norris X Reader
TW - Threesome, MxM, Sub reader, Sub Lando, Dom Carlos, cuckholding, deepthroat, cum swapping, creampie
WC - 3500+
Y/N POV
The loud music around me drowns out just about everything other than the hands of an equally drunk Lando.
"Babe, please, It'll be fun!" Lando shouts over the loud music again.
"Lando," I say turning around before taking his hand in mine and making my way to Carlos. The other man in this situation who is trying to make a rash drunk decision. When he spots us making our way towards him his face lights up.
"Let's go, Carlos," I tell him sternly before turning on my heel and dragging Lando and I to the exit of loud Monaco club. When we get outside I find Max Fewtrell who agreed to take Lando and I home if either of us got too drunk to drive home.
When he spots us he smiles which quickly turns into a shocked expression when he sees that we have an addition we didn't have when we arrived to the club.
"I don't want to know," Max says while climbing into the car. I climb into the passenger seat refusing to expose Max to anymore of the weird situation.
"What the fuck, Y/N" Max says to me as we start driving towards Lando's apartment.
"I don't even know these two got some crazy ideas," I reply back with a shrug.
"You guys are all too drunk to make a decision like this," Max says trying to be serious in such a strange situation.
"They mentioned it before we even started drinking. I'm gonna talk to them before anything happens," I tell him softly knowing how worried he gets over making sure Lando is okay.
"Don't be stupid," is all Max tells me before 2 very drunk formula 1 drivers stumble out of the back seat with me following behind slowly. I wave good bye to Max before entering into the apartment building.
When we finally make it into Lando's apartment I tell both of the boys to go sit on the couch and keep their hands to themselves until I get back.
I head into the kitchen and get both of them some water. When I come back into the living room I find both of the boys in a hushed whisper clearly trying to finalize their plan.
"Alright, I think we need to talk first," I tell the boys handing both of them a water.
"You guys are very close, and I refuse to be the reason your friendship falls apart," I tell him as they both start taking sips of their water.
"I promise, we have talked about it for a while! I've seen the way Carlos looks at you and while I hate to admit it but I've seen the way you eye him every time he is over. Frankly, I don't have a problem sharing you with someone I trust," Lando replies back like this was the most rational situation he had ever come up with.
"I promise nothing happens if you aren't comfortable with it! Same with you Lando," Carlos tells him softly making him blush. It has never been a secret in your relationship that Lando was always slightly curious.
"Do you guys realize this could fuck everything up," I tell them while sobering up.
"Or we have an amazing night of sex and tomorrow we wake up and nothing changes because that is what we all want," Lando tells me.
"Hermosa, do you want to do this?" Carlos asks looking me in the eye. Before I can even think about it I'm nodding my head.
"I just don't want anything to change in our friendship," I tell them softly.
"Will you treat Y/N or I different tomorrow?" Lando asks Carlos. This makes him shake his head no.
"Are you going to treat Carlos or I any different tomorrow?" Lando asks me next making me shake my head no too.
"Well I promise not to see either of you any different tomorrow," Lando promises next making it clear he has ever intention of making this happen as long as I was comfortable.
"How do we do this?" I ask softly knowing before Lando and I got together I was always very reserved and not adventurous in the bedroom whats so ever.
"I'm gonna go sit in the chair over there and let you get comfortable with Carlos without being overwhelmed," Lando says while getting up and giving me a quick kiss. Once he's has sat down I turn my attention back to Carlos.
"Come here, Hermosa," Carlos tells me softly while reaching his hand out to where I'm sitting on the coffee table.
I slowly get up and grab his hand where he slowly pulls me towards him and onto his lap. Once I'm comfortably sat on his lap I bring my hand up to his shoulders to make sure I'm stable.
"You're leading," Carlos tells me, which has my anxiety rising all over again knowing I was never the one to lead or take initiative when it came to sex.
I glance over my shoulder to find Lando already shirtless and rubbing his hard-on through his pants.
"Keep your pants on Lando, your turn will come," Carlos tells Lando over my shoulder.
When I turn my attention back to Carlos he is already staring at me. I go with my gut and slowly move my hands from his shoulders to grip his face before I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips to test the waters. The second my lips touch his I let out a loud whine from all of the sparks I felt just from the simple kiss.
When I go down for our second kiss we start instantly making out. Carlos hands travel from my face down to my waist slowly pushing my hips back before pulling me back closer. I take the cue and start softly grinding against him. When I feel how hard he is I start whining from the stimulation.
Carlos pulls away from the kiss making me whine from the loss of contact.
"You're quite sensitive, Hermosa," Carlos tells me which has me blushing in embarrassment.
"Carlos please," Lando whines out from over our shoulder. When I turn around I can see he has been pulling at his hair in frustration and aggressively rubbing his hard cock through his pants.
"What do you say? Should we let him touch himself while I make you cum?" Carlos whispers to me.
"Please, baby. I need it!" Lando whines out making me smirk a little. Over the years of us being together, I had never once had the chance to be in control of him and this was my one opportunity.
I let out a soft giggle before shaking my head no and going back to making out with Carlos.
"Fuck, Y/N. Please," Lando whines out which has me grinding harder into Carlos trying to chase my own pleasure.
It doesn't take long before Carlos is helping me full my top off, revealing my bare tits and extremely hard nipples. As soon as Carlos saw how hard they were in dove right in to take the left one into his mouth making me moan out while he played and pinched the right one.
I slowly started to unbutton his shirt while still making out with him. Once I got all the buttons undone I push open the sides of his shirt so I can rub my hands over his chest and abs.
I start to fumble with his belt but due to my drunken state I am unable to get his belt undone on my own letting out a whiney breath.
Carlos takes the hint and undoes his belt while also unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly before gesturing me to do the rest. I waste no time to pull his already hard cock out of his boxer.
"Fuck, so big," I whisper out making Carlos chuckle. I lean back into Carlos to continue making out with him as I continue to jerk him off.
"Don't cum in her, please," Lando whines out clearly reaching his limit in teasing.
"Anything else Lando?" Carlos as being as genuine and respectful as possible while getting his already leaking cock jerked off.
"She seems innocent but I can promise you can be as rough as you want," Lando replies back clearly still rubbing against his cock through he jeans which have to be extremely uncomfortable at this point.
"Is that true Hermosa? You like to be treated like a dirty slut?" Carlos whispers against my lips making my face grow hot in embarrassment. I hid my face in his neck before nodding softly.
"Don't get all shy on me now," Carlos says with a cocky chuckle before pulling me up to his lips again. I slowly start trailing kisses from his lips down to his jawline where I make my way onto my knees before taking Carlos's tip into my mouth tasting his salty precum.
"Fuck," Carlos groans out once I start pulling him deeper into my mouth.
"I'm gonna fuck your face," Carlos groans out before taking my hair into a fist and slowly start thrusting into my mouth allowing me to adjust to his size at least slightly before he starts picking up the pace. All that can be heard in the room is Lando's whining, Carlos's groans, and the loud of all my gagging around Carlos's big cock.
"Come here," Carlos groans out while pushing me all the way done on his cock and holding me there.
"Now! She's not getting air until your cock is in my hand," Carlos tells Lando which by the sound of it I can tell that had Lando rushing to get his pants off and make his way across the room. I'm left gagging with tears rolling down my cheeks from how hard I'm gagging trying to get any air possible. But the second Lando is within touching distance Carlos instantly pulls me off his cock which has me gasping for air and coughing.
Carlos pulls me up to him but instead of allowing me to find a home on his lap again he's telling me to take off my skirt and panties. I make quick work of stripping down into nothing but my birthday suit presenting myself to my boyfriend and one of his best friends.
I stand observing Lando get his cock jerked off by one of his best friends while actively staring at me.
"Lando, what is off limits?" Carlos asks making sure whatever his next moves are all consentual.
"I- I um I don't know," Lando tells Carlos sheepishly either in blissed-out pleasure or pure embarrassment of not wanting to admit what he wants.
"Say red if I do something that's a no. You too," Carlos tells both of us sternly making us nod our heads letting him know we understand.
"Carlos, fuck close," Lando whines out making it clear that he had worked himself up so much that even the lightest simulation for a short period of time was enough to bring him towards his release.
Carlos removes his hand before telling us to go to our room and get on the bed. This has both of us making a move for our room and when we finally get in there we notice Carlos isn't following closely behind which leaves us both alone with our blissed out thoughts.
I quickly pull Lando in for a kiss which led to an intense make-out session and me climbing into his lap to try and ride him. I quickly stop all actions when I feel a sharp slap to my ass which has me gasping at the sting.
"I was even gonna let you cum first, hermosa. I didn't give you permission to kiss him. Now did I?" Carlos tells me while making eye contact with me. I just stared at him not realizing he wanted an answer for his question.
This has Carlos slapping my left tit when he didn't receive the answer he was looking for.
"I asked a question," Carlos tells me sharply.
"No sir," I answer out as quick as possible not looking for another punishment.
Carlos then picks me up softly moving me to lean against my headboard before he goes digging through one night stands next to the bed. When he found what he was looking for he handed it to me and told me not to cum.
I stare at the flesh-colored dildo Lando had bought as a joke to use when he traveled. What started as a joke quickly turned into a toy I enjoy using regularly.
I watch as Carlos makes his way back over to Lando where he brings his mouth down to Lando's parted lips but instead of kissing him like I thought he would he starts talking.
"You have trained your little slut well. Yes sir, no sir and she lets me fuck her throat like it was made for my cock. I mean at her. Her tight little pussy is just dripping to be fucked by my cock," Carlos teases against Lando's lips before he crashes his against Lando's. I watch as Lando finally makes out with Carlos after years of trying to hide the truth.
I can hear Lando whines through the kiss which has me trailing my eyes down to see Carlos has a strong grip on Lando's cock giving him the perfect amount of stimulation to bring him right to the edge again. It's like Carlos can read Lando's body already because he pulls his hand away right before Lando falls over the edge.
"Carlos, fuck, no no, I need to fucking cum, now, Carlos, I can't do this. I need it now. I need you, please," Lando starts begging to Carlos. I had never seen Lando get this needy before. Sure he sometimes begged me to cum for him but I had never genuinely watched my boyfriend become so needy he was begging for any form of stimulation.
I watch as Carlos gives Lando a soft kiss to the lips before sinking on his knees to start taking Lando into his mouth. The second Carlos's lips sealed around Lando's cock Lando lets out a noise I have never quite heard from him. It was a mix between a whine and a moan but I think he was also trying to say something. I'm not quite sure but I do know it turned me on like no ones business.
When Carlos diverts his eyes from Lando's he looks over to see fucking myself aggressively with the dildo. I'm panting and losing the resistance to hold back my orgasm. Carlos must sense this because he signals with his hands to me to climb on top of Lando's face.
Once I'm even slightly hovering over Lando he's gripping my thighs to pull me down to his mouth to finally get a taste of the dripping pussy he has had to stare at for the past 30 minutes.
It doesn't take Lando very long to have me saying "Carlos please," I whine out looking for permission to finally cum.
"Cum, hermosa," Carlos tells me before instantly going back down on Lando.
Lando helps me ride my orgasm out but I can tell by the end of it he's getting closer which has me climbing off of him to be able to get a better view of Carlos making him cum.
"Carlos, I need it! Please, I'm close," Lando whines out which has Carlos speeding up his actions to help Lando chase the orgasm he had been fighting all night.
I can tell Lando is starting to cum when his entire body tenses up not daring to move before quickly turning into a shaking mess making it clear just how strong the orgasm truly is.
"No no no no, fuck Carlos," Lando whines out when Carlos doesn't stop his sucking allowing for the overstimulation to start taking effect. Carlos pulls off of Lando before pulling my face close to his and spitting about half of Lando's load into my mouth before he swallows the rest and telling me to swallow. Once I swallow I open my mouth and stick my touch out to show him I swallowed.
Carlos makes quick movements to move me in front of Lando's growing cock so I could start sucking. I instantly start sucking on Lando's cock noticing that it still tastes like cum and is still wet from Carlos's own mouth.
"Lando, such a pretty boy. I didn't know you were such a good beggar," Carlos tells Lando in an almost teasing voice. I hear Lando whine out but I lose all focus when I feel Carlos's tip poking around my entrance. When he finally finds it and sinks all the way in I notice just how big his cock truly is. It's not nearly as long as Lando's cock but it is definitely a lot thicker than his.
Feeling the way his cock was stretching me out instantly has me cumming around his cock.
"Awe, look at our little slut. I've barely even moved and she's already cumming for me," Carlos tells Lando but with the tone he was using I know he was teasing me more than anything.
When Carlos finally starts thrusting into me I can't stop moaning around Lando's cock which has him growing closer to his orgasm than he's like.
Lando pushes my head back softly so I take that as my cue to start playing with his balls while placing soft kisses around his abs.
While Carlos is still thrusting into me at a brutal pace I feel him start slapping my ass which has me growing closer and closer to another orgasm. I quickly take Lando back into my mouth to help distract from the inevitable orgasm.
"I'm not stopping until you cum again," Carlos tells me which has me cumming harder than I had ever cum before. While Im still shaking from my orgasm Carlos slows down his pace in my before he pulls out and places me on top of Lando's hard dick.
As soon as I sink down on his cock I moan out at the different fullness I was experiencing. I started riding Lando while watching what Carlos's next moves were gonna be. But instead of coming towards us again I saw him move away slightly and start jerking his cock while watching me ride Lando.
"Cum with me, please," Lando moans out which has me shaking in anticipation.
Lando send one final thrust upwards cumming which also has me quickly cumming all over his cock. I started grinding my hips to help the both of us ride out our orgasms. I feel the final bit of cum be pumped deep into my pussy.
Once Lando and I have come down slightly from our intense orgasms I look to notice that Carlos is still stroking while observing us. I quickly crawl to the edge of the bed so I can reach for his cock and pull him into my mouth.
I'm not sucking for very long before I feel a new hand grasp at Carlos's cock and be pulled towards Lando's lips. I watch as my boyfriend pulls his first cock into his mouth. The second Carlos's taste hits Lando's mouth he's moaning out making Carlos goan at the vibrations.
I watch as Lando bobs his head and sucks on Carlos's cock, before Carlos pulls out and tells both of us to open our mouths and stick out our tounges. Once we follow his directions he starts slapping the tip of his dick on our tongues before shoving his dick completely down my throat so my nose was touching his pubes before he pulls completely out and repeated the same actions to Lando however instead of making Lando deep throat his in only pushes in till he gags. He kept repeating this action back and forth going a little deeper each time on Lando.
When Carlos starts getting closer he starts thrusting into Lando's mouth before pulling out and shoving his dick into my mouth and starts unloading his cum into my mouth. I make sure to collect every drop of cum before he pulls out.
When he pulls out I open my mouth to show him my mouth full of cum.
"Give him half," Carlos tells me which has me leaning over to spit half of Carlos's load into Lando's awaiting mouth. Once both of our mouths have cum in them Carlos allows us to both swallow.
Once everything settles in around us Carlos makes his way into the bathroom connected to our bedroom. I hear the bathtub turn on before Carlos walks back in to grab Lando and carry him into the bathroom before placing him into the tub. Seconds later Carlos appears back in the bedroom where he lifts me into his arms with ease and taking me into the bathroom and put me into the tub to join Lando. I instantly cuddle into Lando finding comfort in the familar body.
Carlos leaves the bathroom making me lift my head to watch him leave.
"You're leaving?" I whisper.
"No, Hermosa I'm getting you some food," Carlos replies back softly before disappearing to grab some snacks.
"Are you okay Lando?" I ask Lando once we have the room to ourselves.
"Ya, are you okay? Did anything make you uncomfortable?" Lando asks back clearly allowing the reality of tonight to sink in.
"Ya, I'm okay! I'm not gonna lie everything that happened tonight was so hot," I reply back making sure Lando understands I enjoyed my night.
"Ya, it was good."
Lando, Sicilian Crust, Red Sauce, Pepperoni, Tomatoes, Mushrooms, Coke, Root beer, Lemonade, Sparkling Water.
But the scenario is the readers got thick thighs, and she’s a little chubby (coming from a chubby girl🥹), she’s constantly talking down on her self and insecure. And lando won’t have it, so he is desperate to make her feel better about herself. (Make sex in front of a mirror?) 
Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
sicilian dating red sauce rough sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" mushrooms "Wrong, wanna try again" coke spanking root beer daddy kink lemonade body worship sparkling water spitting dessert yes served by Lando Norris
AN - Omg yay! I loved getting this request as I am also a fellow chubby girl! If anyone else has plus size requests please send them in as I am passionate about wanting there to be representation for everyone <3 Lee-Lee
TW - spanking, spitting into mouth, blow job, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, some degrading terms, body worship and appreciation
WC
Y/N POV
I groan again while staring into the mirror. I knew I wasn't the ideal wag and I will never understand why Lando had picked me. The reflection in the mirror showed me a girl with thighs that touched, wide-set hips, and a belly that most people made sure to point out in the comment section of any photos released of me.
I stare a few more seconds before I start pinching at my sides trying to see how soft they had grown over the past few months. I feel the tears well in my eyes when I realize nothing is changing. I had tried dieting but then after a few weeks and a couple pounds down I find myself giving up again.
I'm so lost in my own world of self-hatred I don't hear Lando come home and I sure as hell don't hear him come into the bathroom leaving again the door frame with his arms crossed.
"Do you enjoy pissing me off?" Lando suddenly announces making me jump slightly and wrap my arms around my body to try and hide still embarrassed at being caught.
"Lando, I- I was just getting ready for the day," I lie softly not even believing myself. Lando raises a brow at me before approaching making me step back slightly. When Lando reaches me he softly removes my arms from my body just eying me up and down. I feel myself growing red in embarrassment not enjoying the feeling of his eyes on my bare body.
Wordlessly Lando takes my hips into his hands gently squeezing them before turning me towards the mirror so I can stare at myself. With Lando standing behind my I feel his arms wrapped around my hips while starting to trail his hands up and down in admiration.
"So beautiful," Lando mumbles softly placing a soft kiss on my should. I try my best to keep eye contact with Lando not wanting to see my body against his touch knowing my thighs would dwarf his wandering hands.
"I love you," Lando says softly starting to trail kisses around my shoulders and the back of my neck making my breathing pick up.
"So fucking beautiful," Lando says while pinching my hip softly before rubbing it in a soothing manner.
"Watch yourself in the mirror," Lando says roughly making my eyes instantly snap to where his hand is now wandering up my sides grazes his touch past my stomach roll before settling his hands near my face.
When his fingers graze my lips he mutters a soft beautiful before trailing his hands to my heavy tits giving them a stong squeeze making me gaso.
"These tits are gonna be the death of me one day, so fucking good," Lando says confidently giving one of my nipples a soft flick instantly making it harden.
"And this," Lando started while rubbing my stomach softly making me cringe away from his touch making him drop his hands to his sides and stare at me in the mirror.
"Wrong, wanna try again," Lando says after a moment before bringing his hands back to my stomach this time trying to relax into his touch.
"This stomach you love to pinch and probe at, will one day carry our children. That thought alone makes me hard," Lando says softly making me gasp when he grinds his jean-covered crotch into my thick ass letting me know just the sight of me turned him on.
"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," Lando adds softly moving his hands down to my thighs giving them a soft rub before landing a soft slap on them making me whine.
"And these fucking thighs! My favorite thing in the world. After a good race, I just wanna burry my face between them, after a bad race I can't wait to get back to the hotel to hide between them and let all my problems away, these are the best thing the Lord could have blessed me with," Lando says softly while rubbing them. He was back to laying soft kisses around my neck before I feel his teeth sink into the side of my neck before leaving a small hickey.
"Oh! And this fucking pussy," Lando says softly digging his fingers through my folds finding them to be coated in a light layer of my juices. Having Lando softly rubbing his hands around my body had definitely turned me on a bit.
"This pussy and the best pussy a man could have. Too bad I will never share it again," Lando says softly before lifting my thigh and resting my foot on the counter so he can burry his fingers into my pussy making me gasp and throw my head back onto Lando's shoulder when he hits my G-spot.
"Feels so good," I whine softly clenching around Lando's fingers before they're ripped out of my pussy leaving me gasping for a breath,
"No daddy," I whine not wanting him to stop.
"Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want. Count them for me," Lando says roughly letting me know he was about to spank me.
The first slap rang out through the room startling me just a bit.
"one" i mumble softly.
"two" I groan a little louder after the second much harsher slap landed on my left ass cheek.
"I love the way your ass shakes when I slap it," Lando said before landing another rough slap on the exact same spot making me scream out softly.
"three," I finally gasp out still trying to catch my breath.
"four," I scream out with the fourth slap lands on the top of my right ass cheek.
"Last one," Lando says softly while rubbing his hand over the last spank he had landed.
"Five, oh my god," I scream while my knees buckle only staying up because of Lando's strong grip. The last one was always the hardest one but today it was so much harder than normal. It knocked the wind out of me in shock.
"Did so good for me. Took your punishment so well baby," Lando says softly turning me around to give me a soft kiss.
"Open," lando says roughly cleaning moving from punishment mode to 'I ned to fuck you right now' mode.
When I part my lips and open my mouth I wait as Lando gather s a bit of spit before spitting right down my throat some hitting my bottom lip making me moan before swallowing.
"Good girl," Lando says before flipping me back to look at myself in the mirror again. Lando was still fully dressed which changed rather quickly cause he started stripping down not having any time to waste.
When I feel Lando poking at my folds I moan softly while pushing my hips back trying to get some kind of stimulation which finally came when Lando roughly sunk down fully into me.
"Oh god," I moan out when his hips hit my sore ass making the the slight burning sensation instantly turn from pain to pleasure.
“It’s too much, daddy,” I moan when Lando speeds up his thrusting making me grip onto the counter harder to make sure I don’t fall.
“Watch the mirror, I want you to see how beautiful you are,” Lando grunts while reaching between our bodies to find my swollen clit to give it a few pinches before rubbing it in circles.
“God, you have the wettest fucking pussy, baby girl,” Lando groans collectiving some on his fingers before bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off while moaning at the flavor.
“You’re fucking delicious baby,” Lando whispers while bringing his fingers back to my clit making me instantly tense around Lando’s cock in anticipation of an orgasm.
“Can I cum,” I moan feeling my orgasm approaching making Lando speed up his actions, and throwing me off the edge and into a knee buckling orgasm as soon as he have me the go ahead.
“Fuck daddy,” I scream out as I feel the peak of my orgasm hit, making the world around me go dark slightly letting my body feel all of the pleasure coursing through my body. Lando helps me ride out the longest orgasm I’ve ever had before softly slipping out of my pussy making me whine from overstimulation.
“On you knees,” Lando grunts making me turn around and drop to my knees and instantly reach for his cock but he pulls away while shaking his head.
“I need you to listen to me real quick,” Lando says making me nod and trail my eyes from his soaked cock up to his eyes to show he has my full attention.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You have been my best friend our entire relationship and I have loved every aspect of who you are. So I’ll be damned if you hate even the smallest speck on yourself when all I can ever fucking see is perfection,” Lando tells me softly making me smile back at him.
“It’s just hard sometimes. I see the girls who would do anything for even a second of your times. I see the other wags and can’t help but compare. And i see the comments, i know you see them too and while even if I was skinny they would still find a reason to be dicks it’s just hard sometimes,” I tell him softly making him scoff each time I compared myself to someone else but watched as his eyes softened at the mention of the comments.
“All Im saying is I better not come back home to find you pinching your sides or damn near in tears at the sight you see in the mirror,” Lando says back making me nod my head.
“Daddy can I please finish you off now,” I whine getting impatient with staring at his hard cock. Lando just chuckles before stepping closer and leaning down slightly to spit in my mouth again. I savor the flavor this time before swallowing his spit.
When I open my mouth again Lando instantly shoves his cock down my throat making me gag slightly.
“Prettiest fucking slut Ive ever laid eyes on.” Lando groans still on his complimenting run but too lost in the pleasure to not throw in some teasing nicknames.
I feel Lando’s pace start to falter which makes me bob my head faster wanting to keep the same momentum as he starts cumming down my throat.
I do my best to swallow every drop he gives me before he’s slowly pulling out if my mouth. I feel a bit of cum leak down the side of my lips and before I can wipe it away Lando is crashing his lips onto mine now caring about the cum.
“I love you so much! Be nice to yourself,” Lando tells me softly making me nod my head in agreement.
When Lando helps me from the cold ground he draws us a bath. When we both sink into the hot water I can see the stress of the day melt away for Labdo while I i feel all my tense muscles slowly start to relax.
“What triggered it?” Lando asked softly.
“I was getting ready to take a shower and kinda got lost,” i replied back softly making Lando wrap his arms around me a little tighter.
“M’sorry I wasn’t here early to prevent it,” he tells me while leaning down to place a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Wasnt your fault,” I reply back shrugging a little. We both know I would do it again but I also knew it didn’t matter to Lando cause I was always gonna be his girl.
2024 Kinktober Masterlist
I have decided to do Kinktober this year! This is something I have wanted to do for awhile but I'm finally starting earlier enough to get 31 fics done in 31 days!
Every fic will have a main kink it is focused on however I will be adding TW before each fic so there is no misunderstanding on the contents of each fic.
The goal is to have each fic be between 1,000-2,000 words however some of them will be longer than others.
Day 1 - Hickeys ft. Lando Norris
Day 2 - Overstimualtion ft. Charles Leclerc
Day 3 - Thigh Riding ft. Max Verstappen
Day 4 - Threesome - MxM ft. Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris
Day 5 - Corruption (age gap) ft. Lewis Hamilton
Day 6 - Brat ft. Carlos Sainz
Day 7 - Spanking ft. Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen
Day 8 - Face Sitting ft. George Russell
Day 9 - Orgasm Denial ft. Oscar Piastri
Day 10 - Creampie ft. Charles Leclerc
Day 11 - Shower Sex ft. Oscar Piastri
Day 12 - Virginity ft. Pierre Gasly, Charles Leclerc
Day 13 - Mile high club ft. Lewis Hamilton
Day 14 - Somonophilia ft. Lando Norris
Day 15 - Public Sex ft. Oscar Piastri
Day 16 - Breeding ft. George Russell
Day 17 - Dry Humping ft. Pierre Gasly
Day 18 - Spit roast ft. Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris
Day 19 - Rough/ Aftercare ft. Charles Leclerc
Day 20 - Biting/Spitting ft. Carlos Sainz
Day 21 - Cockwarming ft. Max Verstappen
Day 22 - Squirting ft. Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris
Day 23 - Humping/ guided masturbation ft. Oscar Piastri
Day 24 - Sex Toys ft. Pierre Gasly
Day 25 - Size Kink ft. Lewis Hamilton, George Russell
Day 26 - Sir (age gap) ft. Fernando Alonso
Day 27 - Bondage ft. Lando Norris
Day 28 - Free Use ft. Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc
Day 29 - Forced Orgasm ft. Carlos Sainz
Day 30 - Skinny Dipping ft. Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris
Day 31 - Orgy ft. Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz
This is a piece of art. I'm almost crying and I'm in class, so I can't. It's perfect and now I need a part 2 to see how he suffers when he realises that she's not his and it's never coming back. I don't care if she's with Oscar or not, I just need to hug her and see that she's happy. Thank you for your amazing writing and for the time spent creating this beautiful thing. 💖💖❤️❤️
HEAR ME (PURPLE LACED BRA) | LN4
an: i've been dying to post something to this so i'm glad i finally have something written - hope you guys enjoy it! go listen to so close to what!!
wc: 4.6k
THE MUSIC WAS DEAFENING, the bass shaking the floor beneath her heels, but she barely heard it. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, half-watching the celebration unfold in front of her. The club was packed—champagne bottles with sparklers, models draped over the backs of velvet sofas, cameras flashing every few seconds. And at the centre of it all was Lando.
He was grinning, drink in hand, surrounded by his team and a few celebrities she half-recognised. Another win. Another podium. Another reason for the world to love him. And they did—God, they did. Everyone wanted a piece of him.
She used to feel lucky just to stand beside him. Now, she wasn’t sure if she even existed in his world at all.
A hand brushed against the small of her back. She startled, turning to see Lando looking down at her with that easy, practised smirk—the one that melted screens and made headlines.
“Where’ve you disappeared to?” he asked, pulling her into his side. His hand rested low on her waist, fingers playing at the hem of her dress. He didn’t wait for an answer before leaning down, his lips grazing her ear. “Come on, don’t do that thing where you get all quiet on me.”
Her jaw clenched. He said it like it was a mood she put on, like she was being difficult. But what was the point of speaking when he never heard her?
So she did what she always did. She tilted her head, plastered on a smile, let him pull her closer. He liked her like this—silent, beautiful, easy.
A photographer stepped forward, camera ready. Lando straightened, his grip tightening just slightly, and just like that, she knew her role. She shifted towards him, leant into the picture, let them capture exactly what they wanted: The driver and his perfect girl.
But she was starting to wonder if that was all she would ever be.
The camera flash flickered, catching the sharp angles of Lando’s jaw, the gleam of his watch, the perfect way her body fit against his. The photographer gave him a nod of approval before turning away, already chasing after someone else worth capturing.
Lando exhaled through his nose, his grip on her easing now that the moment had passed. “See?” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her temple. “Was that so hard?”
Her smile didn’t waver. It never did. But something in her chest twisted so tightly she almost felt breathless.
He turned back to his conversation, already lost in some animated discussion about the race, his hands moving as he recounted the final laps. She knew the words before they left his mouth—the same adrenaline-fuelled debrief he gave after every win. The late braking, the perfect strategy call, the rivals he left in his dust.
He was electric when he spoke about racing. It was the only time she ever saw him truly alive.
She used to love watching him like this. Now, she just felt like a shadow beside him.
Her fingers skimmed the rim of her untouched drink as she scanned the room. Everywhere she looked, people were watching him. Not her. Never her. She could disappear right now and no one would notice.
Well—almost no one.
Lando’s teammates, Oscar, was watching her from across the table. He had that knowing look in his eye, the one that made her stomach twist. He always seemed to see things, things she wasn’t ready to admit.
She turned away before he could say anything.
“I’m going to the loo,” she said quietly, but Lando didn’t even glance at her. He just gave a distracted nod, still deep in conversation.
Of course.
She stepped away, weaving through the throng of people, their laughter and shouting merging into white noise. The ladies’ toilets were tucked behind a velvet curtain, far enough from the chaos that the music was just a dull thud in the walls. She pushed open the door and exhaled, gripping the edge of the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked exactly how she was supposed to. The perfect dress, the flawless makeup, the effortless kind of beauty that people expected from the girlfriend of a star.
But looking perfect had never felt so exhausting.
The door swung open behind her, and she braced herself, half-expecting one of the other WAGs to stroll in. Instead, it was Oscar.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “You alright?”
She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a stupid question.”
“Maybe.” His gaze didn’t waver. “But I think you should hear yourself answer it.”
Her throat tightened.
Because the truth was, she wasn’t alright. And she was starting to think she never had been.
She turned back to the mirror, gripping the porcelain edge of the sink as if it could steady her. Behind her, Oscar hadn’t moved. He wasn’t pushing her to answer, but his silence said enough.
“I’m fine,” she said, forcing the words out smoothly. Too smoothly.
Oscar huffed a quiet breath, tilting his head slightly. “That’s not the answer I was hoping for.”
She met his gaze in the mirror, and for a second, something flickered in her chest—something that made her want to fold, to speak, to say all the things she’d been swallowing down for too long.
But what was the point? She could scream at the top of her lungs, and Lando still wouldn’t hear her.
She turned away, brushing past Oscar as she pulled open the door. “I should get back.”
“Should you?” His voice was quiet but steady.
She paused.
Oscar sighed, shifting his weight. “Look, I know it’s not my business, but I see the way he looks at you. And I see the way you look when he’s not.”
Her breath hitched slightly. She hated that he noticed. She hated that someone had caught onto the thing she’d spent months trying to ignore.
Still, she forced a light laugh, giving him an amused glance over her shoulder. “You analysing me now?”
His lips twitched. “You could say that. You know, body positioning determines whether or not someone’s actually listening.”
The words sent a sharp pang through her chest.
Because Lando never did listen. She could whisper in his ear, touch him, scream until her throat was raw—but the only time he truly paid attention was when she was undressing, when she was playing the role he wanted her to. And maybe she’d accepted that for a while, maybe she’d let herself believe that was just part of loving someone like him.
But now… now it felt suffocating.
Her phone buzzed.
Lando: Where’d you go? Come back.
No “Are you okay?” No “Do you need me?” Just come back. Like she was a misplaced watch or a forgotten drink.
She swallowed the bitter lump in her throat, forcing another easy smile as she tucked her phone away. “I should go.”
Oscar didn’t stop her. He just nodded, but the look in his eyes stayed with her as she slipped back into the club, where Lando was waiting.
Waiting for her.
Not her thoughts, not her words, not the things that made her her. Just her body, her presence, her silence.
And she was starting to wonder if that was all she’d ever be to him.
The night dragged on. More drinks, more cameras, more mindless conversations she wasn’t part of. She stayed close to Lando, playing the role as she always did, but she felt herself slipping further and further away.
By the time he decided they were leaving, she felt like a ghost in her own body.
As Lando shook hands and exchanged goodbyes with the people that mattered, she glanced towards the bar, her eyes catching on Oscar.
He was already looking at her. His expression was unreadable, but there was something steady in his gaze—something that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t in a long time.
Before she could stop herself, she gave him a small, tired smile.
Oscar didn’t smile back, but the way his jaw clenched slightly told her enough.
Lando’s hand landed on her hip, pulling her back into focus. “Come on,” he murmured, already leading her towards the exit, towards his car, towards another night of being exactly what he wanted.
The drive back to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the McLaren filling the silence between them. Lando was relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on her bare thigh.
She stared out the window, watching the city blur past, her thoughts tangled.
Would he hear me more if I whispered? If I touched him the way he wanted? If I played this part forever?
Would he ever hear me?
She barely realised they’d arrived until the car pulled smoothly into the hotel’s private entrance. The valet opened her door, and she stepped out into the warm night air, still feeling that lingering touch on her skin.
The lift ride was just as silent. Lando didn’t notice—he was scrolling through his phone, probably checking messages, reading about his win, soaking in the world’s praise.
She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself.
The moment they stepped into their suite, the tension shifted.
Before she could even take a breath, Lando’s hands were on her, spinning her towards him.
She barely had time to react before he had her pressed against the wall, his body firm against hers, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he murmured against her skin.
She swallowed, her hands coming up to his chest, pushing lightly. “I’m tired.”
Lando barely hesitated. “Come on,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her jaw, his hands sliding over her hips. “Don’t do that.”
That.
That meaning the exhaustion in her voice. That meaning the part of her that wanted something more than this.
“I’m not in the mood, Lando.” Her voice was firmer this time.
He let out a sharp exhale, pulling back just enough to look at her properly. His dark eyes scanned her face, and for a second, she thought—hoped—that maybe he’d see something. Maybe he’d hear something.
But then he just scoffed. “You’re always bloody tired these days.”
And just like that, she knew.
There was no concern in his voice. No question of what was wrong. No care for why she felt like this, for why she had been drifting further and further from him. Just frustration. Just disappointment that she wasn’t giving him what he wanted.
She forced herself to hold his gaze, even as something inside her cracked wide open. “I think I’m going to take a bath.”
Lando studied her for a moment longer, then ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. “Yeah, whatever.”
And then—just like that—he turned and walked out of the suite, the door clicking shut behind him.
She stood there, frozen.
Not surprised. Not angry.
Just… empty.
And that was the worst part.
She moved through the next couple of hours on autopilot.
She took off her makeup, wiped away the remnants of the night. She ran a bath but barely stayed in it long enough for the heat to sink into her skin. She changed into one of Lando’s oversized shirts, something she always did before bed—more out of habit than comfort now.
And then she sat.
Just sat on the edge of their bed, staring at nothing, the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Her body ached with exhaustion, but her mind wouldn’t shut off. The weight in her chest pressed heavier and heavier until it finally cracked, and before she even realised it, tears spilled over her cheeks.
She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to blink them away. What the hell is wrong with me?
It wasn’t like this was new. Lando had always been like this. She had always been an accessory to him, something to be looked at, shown off, touched when it suited him.
But tonight felt different.
Tonight, she had said no. And he had walked away like she was nothing more than an inconvenience.
A quiet sob broke from her throat, and she buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
She didn’t even hear the door open at first.
It wasn’t until she caught the heavy thud of something hitting the sofa that she jolted upright, quickly wiping at her tear-streaked face. Her heart pounded as she turned towards the noise, her breath catching in her throat.
Lando was slumped on the suite’s sofa, looking barely conscious. And standing over him, an arm still half-draped around his shoulders, was Oscar.
Her stomach twisted. “What—?”
Oscar let out a breath, straightening up and shaking his head. “Your boyfriend’s had one too many.”
Her eyes flickered back to Lando. His head lolled against the cushion, his shirt slightly rumpled, his hair a mess. He was clearly out of it.
She swallowed, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Where did you find him?”
Oscar ran a hand through his hair, looking both exasperated and unimpressed. “Slumped in the back of the club, surrounded by people who were more interested in snapping pictures of him than making sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit.” His gaze flicked to hers. “Figured you might want to know.”
Her chest tightened.
Of course. Of course this was how he handled things—getting wasted, drowning himself in attention that didn’t require him to actually feel anything. It was easier than facing his own reflection.
Or maybe… it was easier than facing her.
She let out a slow breath, rubbing at her temple. “Thanks for bringing him back.”
Oscar nodded but didn’t move. He was watching her carefully, like he could still see too much.
Like maybe, just maybe, he knew she had been sitting here crying before he walked in.
Her hands curled into fists in her lap. “You don’t have to stay.”
Oscar hesitated for half a second before his jaw tightened, and he gave a small, reluctant nod. “Alright.”
But as he moved towards the door, he paused, glancing over his shoulder. “You know… if you ever get tired of this,” he gestured vaguely to Lando’s slumped form, “you don’t have to stay.”
Her throat closed up.
Oscar didn’t wait for an answer. He just slipped out the door, leaving her alone with the man who was supposed to love her.
But as she sat there, staring at Lando—passed out, blissfully unaware—she realised something.
She had never felt lonelier in her life.
She sat down on the floor beside the sofa, pulling her knees up to her chest. The carpet was soft beneath her, but everything else felt unbearably sharp.
Her gaze flickered over Lando’s face—the strong jawline, the perfect cheekbones, the dark lashes that cast faint shadows against his skin. He looked almost peaceful like this, lost in whatever drunken haze he had drowned himself in.
Her chest ached as she reached out, fingers threading gently through his hair. It was soft beneath her touch, familiar in a way that made her heart hurt even more.
A quiet sob broke from her lips as she whispered, “Why wasn’t I enough?”
She had loved him so fiercely. She had stood by him, supported him, adored him. She had been everything he wanted her to be—poised, beautiful, silent when it mattered.
And yet, as she sat there, her tears slipping onto the fabric of his shirt, she finally understood.
She had fallen in love with him. But he had only ever fallen in love with her body.
Her hands curled into fists in his shirt as a quiet, broken sound left her throat. She had spent so long trying to be heard, to be seen, but the truth was devastatingly simple. Lando had never wanted to know her. He had never cared about her thoughts, her fears, her soul.
Only how she looked standing beside him. Only how she felt beneath him.
A shaky breath shuddered through her as she slowly pulled back.
Her gaze landed on his phone, lying loosely in his hand.
For a long moment, she just stared at it.
Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she carefully pried it from his grip. He didn’t stir. She tilted it towards his face, and with a soft sound, the lock screen vanished.
Her heart pounded as she pulled up his messages, ready to text Oscar.
But she never got that far.
Because the moment she opened his messages, her stomach dropped.
Hundreds.
Hundreds of messages.
All from different girls.
Some were old, buried beneath months of conversations. Others were recent. Some from tonight.
Her breath caught in her throat as she scrolled. He hadn’t even bothered to be subtle. Flirty messages, suggestive photos, hotel room numbers exchanged without hesitation.
Like it was nothing.
Like she was nothing.
A sharp, painful lump formed in her throat, but no more tears came. Maybe because there was nothing left to grieve.
Because the man she thought she loved?
He had never existed.
Her hands shook slightly as she backed out of the messages and pulled up his texts. She typed quickly, her fingers moving without hesitation.
Lando: What’s your room number?
The reply came almost instantly.
Oscar: Why?
She swallowed hard, staring at the screen. Then, without another thought, she typed back.
Lando: Please. Just tell me.
There was a long pause. Then—
Oscar: 2209.
She exhaled slowly, then locked the phone and set it back beside Lando.
For the first time in a long, long time, she knew exactly what she needed to do.
And for the first time—she wasn’t going to ask for permission.
She didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t stop to second-guess herself.
For so long, she had been trapped in this cycle—ignoring the things she didn’t want to see, pretending everything was fine. But now? The truth had cracked open in front of her, and there was no going back.
She stood up, wiping at her face, even though no more tears had fallen. Her body felt strangely light, like the weight pressing down on her for months had finally started to lift.
But she wasn’t free yet.
She grabbed a bag from the wardrobe, moving quickly, shoving in the essentials—her passport, her wallet, a few clothes. Enough to get her away from here, away from him.
She hesitated when she reached for one of Lando’s oversized shirts—the one she was still wearing. Then, with a bitter exhale, she pulled it off, yanking on a cropped tank top and a pair of shorts instead.
This wasn’t his to keep anymore.
Without a second glance, she slung the bag over her shoulder and walked out of the suite, her pulse hammering as she stepped into the empty hallway.
She didn’t look back.
The corridor outside 2209 was quiet.
Her hands felt clammy as she knocked once. A part of her expected Oscar to ignore it, to assume it was Lando being drunk and annoying.
But after a moment, the door cracked open, and Oscar stood there, his brows pulling together the second he saw her.
“What the hell—?”
“I—” Her voice wavered, and suddenly, everything hit her all at once. The weight of the last few hours. The betrayal. The realisation that the man she had given her heart to had never truly wanted it in the first place.
She dropped her gaze, blinking hard. “I can’t—I can’t stay there.”
Oscar was silent for a beat. Then, without another word, he stepped aside, pulling the door open wider.
She hesitated, guilt twisting in her stomach. “I—I’ll book my own room. I just—needed to get out.”
Oscar’s jaw tensed, his eyes scanning her face. “You’re not booking a hotel at—” he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, “—two in the bloody morning.”
She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
Oscar ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet huff. “For fuck’s sake, just—get in.”
Her throat closed up, but she nodded, stepping inside as he shut the door behind her.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows. She stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with herself. The adrenaline that had carried her here was wearing off, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion and heartbreak.
She felt Oscar watching her.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” His voice was steady. Not pushing, not demanding. Just there.
That was what undid her.
Because when was the last time anyone had asked her how she felt? When was the last time someone had wanted to hear what she had to say—without conditions, without expectations?
Her shoulders shook as she sucked in a breath, her hand coming up to cover her face.
And then she broke.
A strangled sob ripped from her throat as she sank onto the edge of the bed, the tears she had been holding back finally crashing over her.
Oscar didn’t say anything.
He just moved.
She barely registered it at first—the dip of the mattress beside her, the way his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.
For a moment, she stiffened. She wasn’t used to this—to comfort without expectation. But Oscar just held her, warm and solid, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back.
She sobbed harder.
“He never loved me,” she whispered through the tears, her fingers curling into his t-shirt. “I—I thought he did, but he just—he just loved the way I looked. The way I made him look.”
Oscar’s grip on her tightened. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. “I know.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “I was so stupid.”
Oscar exhaled sharply. “You weren’t stupid.”
She let out a hollow laugh. “Then what was I?”
Oscar was quiet for a long time. Then—
“You were in love.”
Her chest tightened painfully.
And maybe that was the worst part.
Because she still was.
Oscar didn’t pull away. He just kept holding her, letting her cry against him. His hands were steady on her back, his touch warm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel like she was carrying the weight of the world on her own shoulders.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, voice muffled in his shirt, her tears soaking into the fabric. “I thought… I thought I could fix it. But I don’t even know who he is anymore. Or who I am to him.”
Oscar’s hand smoothed through her hair, the motion gentle. “You don’t have to fix anything, alright?” he said softly, his voice low and comforting. “You don’t owe him anything. You only owe yourself the truth.”
She nodded weakly, though it felt like a hundred-pound weight was sitting on her chest.
He let her cry for as long as she needed, and when the sobs finally slowed, he shifted slightly, coaxing her to lie down.
“Let me get you into bed,” he murmured.
She wanted to protest, but she was too tired—physically and emotionally—so she allowed him to help her, shifting her legs as he gently guided her onto the mattress. Oscar tucked the blanket around her and, for a moment, just stood there, looking down at her.
Her eyelids were heavy, but she managed to lift her head slightly to meet his eyes.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft, barely a whisper.
Oscar gave her a small smile, but there was no mockery, no playfulness in it—just something real. “Get some sleep. I’m right here.”
She didn’t have the strength to say anything else. Her eyes fluttered shut, and before she knew it, the exhaustion of the day caught up with her.
When she woke up, the room was bathed in the soft morning light. She blinked a few times, groggy, trying to remember where she was, what had happened.
Then the events of the night came flooding back, and her chest squeezed with pain.
But as she stirred beneath the covers, she realised the weight on her was gone. There was no harshness, no cold emptiness pressing in on her. Instead, she smelled something familiar. Something warm.
She turned her head, and there, sitting at the desk, was Oscar.
He was holding a tray with a simple breakfast—croissants, fruit, and coffee. “Morning,” he said with a small smile, looking up from the screen of his phone.
Her stomach grumbled, and she smiled weakly, appreciating the gesture more than she could express. “I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, sitting up slowly.
Oscar grinned, though there was something soft in his eyes. “Well, you’ve had a rough night, haven’t you? Figured you could use something other than room service for a change.”
She nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel completely alone.
After a few moments of eating in silence, she reached for her phone. The screen lit up with a message notification—nothing from Lando.
Her heart skipped, but she told herself not to feel disappointed.
She unlocked her phone and opened Instagram, the app taking a moment to load. She tapped through her feed absentmindedly, but her thumb froze as her eyes landed on a photo—Lando, in his usual athletic wear, standing on a padel court, laughing with some other drivers.
He hadn’t noticed.
She stared at the photo for a long, long time.
He hadn’t even thought to message her.
There it was again. That crushing, suffocating truth.
She had spent the entire night worrying about him, about why he hadn’t cared, about why he had left her feeling like this.
And there he was, looking perfectly fine. Having fun. Living his life without a single care in the world about what she had gone through.
Her breath hitched, and she set her phone down, her hands trembling.
It hit her all over again—the truth that Lando had never cared about her in the way she had hoped. He never would.
The realisation was sharp and brutal. And this time, it didn’t feel like the first time she had felt heartbroken—it felt like the first time she had truly woken up.
She looked up at Oscar, her breath still shaky. He was watching her, waiting for something.
“Lando’s out there,” she whispered, her voice a little too quiet, too small. “He’s out there, laughing, living his life, like nothing happened.”
Oscar nodded, but his expression wasn’t pitying. It wasn’t anything like the way Lando would have looked at her in that moment. “Yeah. He is.”
She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore.”
Oscar’s gaze softened, and he set the breakfast tray down beside her. He sat next to her on the bed, his hand brushing hers. “You don’t have to figure it out right now.”
She met his eyes, and this time, there was a calmness inside her—a stillness, like she was beginning to see herself for the first time in forever.
“I’m not going to let you stay in that toxic shit,” Oscar said, his voice steady. “You’ve already put up with it for too long. But if you need time, I’m here.”
She didn’t have the words to express what she was feeling, but for once, she didn’t need to.
“Thank you,” she whispered again, the words feeling like the most sincere thing she’d said in a long time.
And in that moment, as she sat beside Oscar, she realised—maybe she could finally let go. Maybe it wasn’t about fixing things with Lando. Maybe it was about fixing herself.
the end.
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