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summary: when Liam accidently lets it slip he's married, the fans are in shock, and really, really want to know who she is.
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f1 Liam Lawson reveals the reason he missed Free Practice 👀
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liamlawson30 mate.
↳ user1 ohhh???
redbullracing our drivers know how to make an impact on the world 👊
↳ user2 read the vibes 😭
user3 who here knew he was married...
↳ user4 not me
↳ user5 nope
↳ user2 never
↳ user1 the interviewer was also in shock lol
user4 holy hell?
user6 WHAT IS GOING ONNN
isackhadjar ...
↳ yukitsunoda0511 ...
user7 idk I feel like we shouldnt leap to figure out who she is... he obviously said health matters
↳ user9 but it could just mean she's pregnant lol
↳ user7 ITS STILL HEALTH MATTERS oh my god...
user8 dude I can't find anything on her
user10 are none of you shocked.
user11 he probably met her before f1??? why are we all assuming it was some big secret, maybe people knew before and he just assumed people would know???
↳ user12 there is NOTHING about her online tho...
↳ user13 ...hm.
The phone ringing wasn’t unusual, but normally Liam didn’t call at this time of the race weekend.
“What’s up, baby?” you said into the phone, muting the TV from Channel 4. You were watching the race, of course, even if you were home.
“I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything,” he whispered in a rush.
“What?”
“I…” You could hear him gulp, maybe rub the back of his neck like he did when he was nervous. “I might’ve gotten a little angry in the media pen and spilled about you. And the MRI. I’m sorry.”
You paused. Well, it certainly wasn’t ideal—you had been planning to stay as low-key as you could, to keep your lives private. But at the same time, you’d gotten married at 21. It had been a couple of years of quiet and peacefulness. It was—fine. You found yourself ready to share Liam with the rest of the world.
“It’s okay,” you promised, and then added, “but if your socials team wants me to do anything, absolutely not.”
“Of course, baby, never.”
You could hear the relief in his voice.
“Go kill them in the race, and then come back home.”
“Always.”
***
“I’ll be home in thirty,” Liam was telling you, phone pressed to his ear, as he exited the building only to— “oh my fucking God!”
He was blinded, well and truly blinded, paparazzi flashing in front of his eyes as he jumped into the car that was parked on the curb. How the fuck had they found him? “Gimme, baby—”
“What’s up?” your voice came through the car’s radio system once his phone connected and he buckled himself in, getting ready to drive.
Liam gritted his teeth. The paps had come prepared, with their own cars driving after him as he navigated through the city, trying to get home to you safely.
“They’re fucking everywhere!”
“They? Who’s they?”
“Paps. Stay in the apartment, I don’t want—” he swerved right, hard, “don’t want you getting papped.”
It didn’t matter—Liam spent the next twenty minutes driving around, trying to throw them off, but they were everywhere and by the time he finally gave up and parked outside, knowing your apartment might be declared for the whole world to see in the morning, he was beyond caring, stumbling—exhausted—into your arms in the apartment upstairs.
***
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liamlawson30 I can't believe I have to post this. In the last 2 days since getting to Monaco, I've been followed by paparazzi and fans, trying to figure out where I live. This is NOT okay.
In the meantime, yes I am married. My lovely wife has no social media, so you don't need to even try to look for her and invade our privacy further. We're very happy. If she wants to come to a Grand Prix, she will. For now, she doesn't, and that's perfectly alright. She's okay; she is not pregnant, as some people seem insistent on proving. She just had a little trip and we were waiting for an MRI together.
And to those saying I'm making her up...know that I don't care what you think, but she's a darling and insisted I post our wedding rings. Enjoy.
To my fans, thank you.
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***
“I want to live through you,” you announced to Liam.
He blinked, rolling over on the couch to look up at you. “Sorry?”
“Through your Instagram,” you clarified.
The look of confusion on Liam’s face was comical as he pushed himself up, now, to stare at you. “Baby, if you want Insta, then you can make one. The fans'll be delighted.”
“What do you mean,” you fired back, trying to suppress your smile, “is there something on yours you don’t want me seeing? Is that it? What the hell Liam, we’re married!”
“What?” Oh god, his face! His eyes were wide and they darted around you, “no! No—you’re literally on my phone right now, I’m playing on yours”—he was playing Tetris and raising your high score, unfortunately—“of course you can always look through my phone, but I don’t even have anything to hide!”
You let him sit in his discomfort for a few minutes before letting loose your laughter, cackling as you pitched to the side. “Don’t worry,” you barely managed to say, “I don’t want Instagram. But I do want to post a soft launch.”
You handed him the phone, which was already open to a new Instagram post with the pictures you selected. “Give it a funny caption,” you ordered.
He smiled. “Yes ma’am.”
***
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liamlawson30 i was told to soft launch...
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liamlawson30 Liam this isn't the funny thing I said...
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↳ user12 oooooh wifeyyy
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isackhadjar happy wife happy life?
↳ liamlawson30 you get it
user13 IDK it all just feels so dry iykwim
↳ user14 have you not seen what's been going down? obviously shit happened and they're trying to keep to themselves
↳ user15 preacchhhhhh
user16 we love you Liam and wifeyyy ❤🩹
yukitsunoda0511 McQueen!
↳ liamlawson30 lighting :)
user17 I think we just need to give them all a break
user18 she's literally invisible
↳ user19 and they literally told us she doesn't have socials??? dear God
alex_albon she doing good?
↳ liamlawson30 yep, we're just chilling but she's getting insta fomo
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liamlawson30 how long's it been now, coming home to you? / it's a love story
synopsis: when you accidentally let it slip that you've got a boyfriend, your fans go crazy trying to figure out what's been under their nose all along.
smau + written
tags & warnings: use of y/n, established relationship.
"i can't believe you called me gorgeous in front of my entire chat," you groaned into your pillow. lando's hand immediately coming to pat your back and slide down your waist, cooing into your ear.
"you'll live, it's not like you don't have heaps of other chatters complimenting you all the time," lando chuckled.
"yeah, but those chatters aren't my famous boyfriend of two years," you scoffed, turning to face him. "i just don't want to put pressure on us."
"i know, darling," lando hummed, thumbing at your cheek softly. "i'm sure no one will think anything of it."
"i hope so."
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landopriv and yet you still love me
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"pizza tonight, darling?"
"yeah, sounds good," you smiled as you stepped into the living room, wearing a first generation quadrant merch shirt and lando's sweatpants, watching as he tapped around on his phone. "can we get the-"
"the cheesy garlic pizza with extra crème fraiche? already added to the cart!" lando smiled, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling your scent.
"you know me so well," you giggled, his growing goatee tickling the side of your neck. you sighed into his embrace, relaxing into his chest.
"tired?"
"just a bit," you mumbled.
"it's okay, you're still as beautiful as ever."
"you're a dork," you snorted, turning around to lean against the kitchen counter and facing him.
"your dork," lando grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, parting only after a few seconds. "and hopefully your dork forever and ever?"
your brown haired driver boyfriend dropped down onto one knee, and at first, you didn't want to believe that this was happening. you couldn't fathom how this was happening.
"y/n, you have been the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you know i don't like cliches so when i say this, i'm being honest as fuck. i've loved every moment with you since you insulted me in my twitch chat. i've loved being your friend, your lover, your partner, your travel buddy, your everything," lando sighed, his hand in yours. "i want to spend the rest of my life with you. through every small and big moment, for every loss and every win. i want to be your husband, forever and always."
"lando..."
"please let me finish, i want you to hear everything," lando pleaded, before pulling a ring box out of his pocket. "y/n, will you marry me?"
"yes, you muppet. of course, i'll marry you," tears flooded your eyes as lando grinned, slipping the ring onto your finger. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," lando sighed in relief, pressing a passionate peck to your lips, his hand holding yours as he deepened the kiss. with a sigh, he pulled away, putting his forehead against yours. "thank god."
"don't tell me you were worried," you teased, thumbing at the new ring on your finger.
"i was stressed as fuck," lando huffed. "i was worried you'd say no."
"now, why would i say that, baby?"
"cause you're incredible and i'm me..."
"you're incredible too, lando norris. don't ever doubt that."
"i love you, y/n."
"i love you too, lando."
y/nlive & lando
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y/nlive girl i've been going to races since 2022
user20 WHAT
y/nlive im sneaky af LMFAOOOOOOO
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hello twin im here to request a kimi fic ❤️🩹 naw jkjk pls im sorry i didnt mean it. Im a diehard Franco fan and i feel like theres a shortage of fics for him!! (aye and hes been insane this season!!) we all know he’s a little bit of a flirt so whay about like..
Franco Colapinto/shy reader ?
maybe reader is a sports photographer and he’s always trynna flirt, reader is like ??, wtf get out my shot 💔
no pressure ofc 🙏 ik he’s not in like your top top fav drivers but i thought i would request anyways, im really really sorry if you’ve already done something similar to this 🥲
Focus on Me
Franco Colapinto x Photographer!reader
Synopsis: Franco keeps flirting with the shy photographer who keeps pretending she’s just “doing her job,” until it becomes obvious he’s only driving well because she’s watching him.
Moonlight Radio: jeeez, u had me scared there for a second 😅, I saw the notification and it said “Kimi” and I was like someone didn’t do their homework.. jkjk 😂 and there is a shortage of Franco fics, so here you go my friend, I hope u like this! 🫶🏻
You’d worked dozens of race weekends, but none of them had ever felt like this - like your pulse was synced to one driver’s laugh, like your camera lens kept finding the same pair of blue eyes even when you swore you were aiming somewhere else.
Franco Colapinto had a talent for being in your way.
And he did it on purpose.
You were sure of it the first time he caught you in the paddock that morning, stepping directly into your shot with a grin that could power the entire grid.
“Careful,” he said, leaning just a little too close as you lowered your camera. “If you take too many photos of me, people will think you’re obsessed.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly. “I’m… working.”
“Ah,” he nodded, pretending to be serious. “So you have to photograph me. That’s even better.”
You ducked your head, pretending to check your settings, but he didn’t move. He stayed right there, hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels like he had all the time in the world.
“Want a proper one?” he asked. “I can pose.”
“No posing,” you mumbled. “Candid only.”
He lit up. “Then you’ll have to catch me naturally. Which means you’ll have to keep watching me.”
You nearly dropped your camera.
—
Later - Pit Lane
You were crouched beside the garage, capturing mechanics working, when a shadow fell over you. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
“You’re going to hurt your knees like that,” Franco said, crouching beside you. “Here, I’ll join you.”
“You don’t need to—”
But he was already there, shoulder brushing yours, close enough that you could smell his cologne - clean, warm, a little sweet.
“You’re very quiet today,” he murmured.
“I’m always quiet.”
“Not with me.”
Your breath caught. He said it like a fact, not a compliment, not a tease - just something he’d noticed. Something he’d memorised.
You lifted your camera to hide your face, but he gently nudged it down with one finger.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t hide.”
You froze.
He smiled, softer than before. “I like seeing your face.”
Your heart did a somersault so violent it should’ve required a medical flag.
—
Qualifying - Behind the Fence
You were shooting through the gaps when Franco walked past, helmet in hand. He spotted you instantly - he always did - and tapped the fence with his knuckles.
“For luck,” he said.
You blinked. “What?”
“You’re my lucky charm,” he shrugged. “Haven’t you noticed? I drive better when you’re watching.”
“That’s not-”
“Prove me wrong,” he grinned. “Look away.”
You didn’t.
He laughed, triumphant, and jogged off toward the car.
—
After Quali - The Photo
He finished P2, and you were waiting outside the garage when he came out, hair messy, suit half unzipped, cheeks flushed with adrenaline. He spotted you and immediately beelined over.
“Did you get good ones?”
“I think so.”
“Show me?”
You hesitated - you never showed drivers your raw shots - but he was already leaning in, head beside yours, shoulder pressed to your arm as he looked at the screen.
“That one,” he said, pointing. “I like that.”
“It’s a bit blurry.”
“I still like it.”
“Why?”
He looked at you, not the photo.
“Because you took it.”
Your breath stuttered.
He noticed.
He always noticed.
—
Evening - The Paddock Walk
You were packing your gear when Franco appeared again, hands behind his back like he was hiding something.
“You’re done for the day?” he asked.
“Almost.”
“Good. Walk with me.”
You blinked. “Why?”
“Because I asked nicely,” he grinned. “And because I have something for you.”
You followed him down a quieter path behind the hospitality units. When he finally stopped, he revealed what he’d been hiding - a small lanyard with a laminated card.
Your name.
Your photo.
And underneath it, in bold letters:
GUEST OF FRANCO COLAPTINO
You stared. “Franco… I’m not-”
“You are,” he said simply. “You’re my friend.”
Your chest tightened. “Why would you do this?”
He stepped closer, voice dropping.
“Because I want you around. Because I like when you’re near me. Because you make me nervous in a good way.”
You swallowed hard. “I’m… not good at this.”
“I know,” he said gently. “That’s why I’m going slow.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear - barely touching you, giving you every chance to pull away.
You didn’t.
His smile softened. “See? You’re not as shy with me as you think.”
“I am,” you whispered.
“Then I’ll talk enough for both of us.”
You laughed - quiet, but real - and he lit up like you’d given him a trophy.
“Can I take a photo of you?” he asked suddenly.
You blinked. “Me?”
“Yes. Fair trade.”
You hesitated, but he lifted your camera with surprising care, adjusting the strap so it didn’t pull your hair.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
You did.
The shutter clicked.
He lowered the camera, eyes warm. “That one’s my favourite.”
“You haven’t even seen it.”
“I don’t need to.”
Your cheeks burned.
He stepped closer, close enough that you felt the warmth of him, close enough that your breath caught again.
“Let me take you to dinner,” he murmured. “Not as a driver. Not as a photographer. Just… me and you.”
Your voice barely worked. “Okay.”
His grin was instant, bright, boyish, victorious.
“Knew you’d say yes.”
“You did not.”
“I absolutely did.”
He offered his hand - not grabbing, not pulling, just offering.
You took it.
And he squeezed, gentle and sure.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you all season. Let me finally succeed.”
Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader x George Russell
Warnings: smut, pwp, threesome, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving, v+a), vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving, sorry not a bisexual threesome), double penetration, unprotected sex, slight degradation and humiliation, Geogre and Lando being soft doms, manhandling you and using you as a toy, chocking, squirting, pet names, alcohol
let me know if i missed anything cause i feel this gets intense
Word count: 9565
AN: this was a long long dream of mine to write ever since i started writing smut, but i was still very shy and uncomfy going this far, but here i am two years later and let me tell you, did this idea escalate. ever since i started writing again on tumblr i decided it will be only if i push my creative limits and boundaries, and this definitely falls under that category. and for that i'm happy i waited to write this cause two years ago i maybe would've given you the most basic story, but that's not how we do it around here in 2026. we are going absolutely borderline nympho insane. anyway, not to make this any more longer, but this will probably flop cause i feel it's too niche, but hey, where my norrussell girlies at? did this for us
You don’t even know how or when did you agree to this. One minute, you were laughing over shots of tequila, playing dirty truth or dare—the next, you were seated on the couch between your two best friends, their hands groping your body.
When you picked truth, the question George asked you was, “What is your biggest sexual fantasy?”
Your face burned as you mumbled the answer, “Threesome, with two guys.”
Lando’s low chuckle vibrated across the table, George and him only exchanging a look.
Now your back arched against the cushions, Lando’s mouth crushing yours, his tongue slick and intense, his hand rubbing high on your inner thigh. George’s lips dragged along your collarbone, his teeth grazing skin before his palm closed over your breast, thumb circling your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Each of your hands found their way to their thighs, squeezing up and down as it slid, drawing them closer at every new sensation.
Lando’s hand crept higher, fingers splaying possessive and hot, nails scraping lightly at your skin. He bit at your lips—hungry, messy—leaving saliva streaked down your chin. You opened wider for him, couldn’t help a moan, the taste of tequila and lime strong in his mouth, his touch making you tremble. George, all warmth and scratchy stubble and the angry note of vodka on breath, pressed his lips to the exposed line of your neck. He sucked hard at a patch below your ear, moaning when the skin gave way. His hands found the buttons of your shirt, fumbling, impatient, until plastic clicked free and your bra spilled from the cup in his palm.
You gasped as both boys moved in, two mouths—Lando wet and open at your mouth, George’s tongue dragging a hot trail down your throat and collarbone. Their hands overlapped on your ribs, sliding your shirt down and leaving you naked from the waist up. The sight of them through your hooded eyes—your best friends, both grinning and hungry—undid you.
Lando’s hand kept climbing, grazed the elastic at your hip and slipped fingers beneath. He pulled away from your mouth, looking down with a feral, incredulous grin to confirm what he just felt on the tips of his digits. “George, look at this. She’s soaked right through.” His voice was half-shocked, half-mocking pride, as if you’d surpassed some threshold by simply wanting this—by being so turned on, so ready for them.
George made a sound low in his chest and let your nipple fall from his mouth with an audible pop. “Jesus, she is,” he said, his tone a mix of reverence and filthy amusement. He ran his thumb across the slick skin, then pinched, just enough to make you arch further, to force another gasp from your lips. He went back to your nipple, lapped it with the flat of his tongue, then drew it in fully, sucking hard, teeth teasing at the swollen bud. Each pull pulsed straight down, tightening the ache between your legs.
Lando, not to be outdone, worked your shorts down, peeled them slow over your thighs as if unwrapping a present he’d waited years to open. Cold air shocked your skin and you almost squirmed off the couch. When the fabric caught at your knees, he yanked it the rest of the way, then spread your legs wide, palms rough at the crooks of your knees, anchoring you open.
He let his fingers hover, the gesture more obscene than any touch. “Pretty,” he murmured, and your cheeks caught fire, but you couldn’t look away. He knelt on the carpet, lips sliding between your thighs, breaths so warm it made you shiver.
George tugged your hips closer to the edge of the couch, trapping you between their bodies.
Lando traced his tongue up the inside of your thigh, pausing centimeters away from the drenched cotton that barely concealed you. “You want your friends to see how wet you get, huh?” His breath made your nerves tingle, every muscle in your body wound tight, as if you were strung together by a single trembling thread.
You meant to say something cocky—some half-witty, tequila-fueled retort—but George’s palm cupped your breast again with so much reverence that all you managed was a whimper. He chuckled, stroking the back of his knuckles under your jaw, brushing sweat-slick hair off your face.
His eyes glittered with something proprietary as he bent to whisper, “You’re being such a good girl for us.” The slap of shame and pride at that phrase went straight to the pit of your belly.
Lando hooked two fingers in the seam of your panties and instead of pushing them to the side like you expected, he drew slow, lazy circles with the pad of his thumb over your slit. The friction drove you a little insane; you bucked against his hand and he laughed, the sound wicked and light. His tongue licked a hot stripe over the damp gusset, teasing you through the thin fabric.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding,” he murmured and then finally tore the panties from your hips, casting them somewhere behind his shoulder.
Nothing prepared you for the shock of his mouth. Lando’s tongue flattened against your clit, pressure building until your eyes rolled back. You dug nails into his hair, anchoring yourself to reality as he worked you over—sometimes gentle, sometimes relentless, always reading you with terrifying precision. George, not to be ignored, let his teeth scrape little circles around your nipples until they peaked hard and flushed. He hummed—whether in approval or hunger or just the pleasure of listening to you, you didn’t know—and pushed your thigh open wider, his palm broad and rough against your skin.
The world dissolved to wet heat, the air thick with salt and the tang of sex that was just beginning. The only sounds were the wet, filthy noises of Lando’s mouth and the low rumble of George’s voice as he talked to you. “You like that?” He whispered, the vibration of his words against your tits electric. “God, you look so pretty getting eaten out.”
In your periphery, you saw his free hand trace lazy circles at the waistband of his jeans, clearly hard, clearly enjoying every second of you falling apart beneath them. You wanted to taste him—wanted it fiercely—so you reached down, palm seeking the heavy outline under his jeans. You earned a sharp inhale from him and squeezed, feeling him grow even harder, if that was even possible.
George’s lips left your boobs with a wet smack and he bit his lower lip as he locked eyes with you, his pupils black and blown out. “Christ, you’re greedy,” he groaned, pushing your hand hard against his cock, grinding into your palm.
Lando’s rhythm changed, tongue flicking fast and then swirling soft, keeping you teetering on the edge, but never letting you fall. A sob caught in your throat—half frustration, half pure pleasure.
He added fingers, two at once, no warning, and the shock of it rammed through you so hard you bucked straight off the couch and almost bit George’s lip when he swooped in to claim your mouth. His lips were warm and brutally thorough—he kissed like he didn’t just want to taste you, but to consume every whimper you made. You could feel him grinning when your hips jerked, when you moaned into his tongue.
Lando curled his fingers and set a rhythm, wet and obscene, the slap-slick noises of it making your ears burn. His goatee grated against your inner thigh as he groaned into you, pressure and release timed with the messy tangle of your mouth and George’s. Your head swam with the liquor, the ache, the slow grind of George’s hips against yours.
George tiled your chin and bit your jaw, lips smooth with spit and laughter. “She tastes ridiculous, Lando,” he said and you wanted to die—or maybe to be ruined, to be stretched until nothing in you would ever fit right again.
Lando looked up, his mouth slippery and unbothered, voice mocking gentle. “Yeah? Bet you’d trade places with me if you could.” He punctuated it by twisting his fingers and latching his tongue to your clit and for the first time in your life, you screamed, flat-out, voice hoarse and desperate. The boys laughed, both of them, delighted with each other and themselves.
George wiped your mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in, breath hot in your ear. “Go on, babe. Show him.” He slipped a hand up to tangle in your hair, pulling just enough to hold you steady, and kissed you like he meant to leave a bruise inside your mouth.
Lando didn’t let up. He hummed and the vibration tumbled through your entire nervous system, the edge crumbling out from under your feet in a rush so intense it blanked the world to bright white. You came hard, clawing at George’s back, mouth half-open, but all the sound swallowed by George, lost in his throat. Lando moaned into you, drinking everything you gave up, like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
You’d barely had time to suck air when George pressed his thumb into your cheek, smearing spit and tears, saying, “God, you’re gorgeous when you fall apart.” He kissed the pulse at your throat, slow and possessive, and you shuddered, limp and molten across the couch.
Lando wiped his mouth obscenely with the back of his hand, beaming like sunrise. He crawled up your body, big hands bracketing your hips, and dragged his teeth down your sternum to the spot where George’s hickeys bled red on your skin. “You still with us?” His tone was soft, but the gleam in his eyes was anything but.
You managed a nod, too stunned, too proud, to say anything that wasn’t a helpless plea.
George stroked your temple, his fingers sweeping the sweat-slick mess from your cheekbone. “There you go, take a breath.” He said it more like a command, not a kindness.
You managed to gasp once, maybe twice, then they were yanking you up by the arms, not exactly gentle, and off the couch. Your legs gave, but they didn’t care. Lando held your elbow tight, George braced your ribs, and together they manhandled you onto the carpet, knees scraping on the cheap, scratchy pile. The air felt arctic against your spit-wet skin. You blinked up at them, stunned into silence. Both were towering over you, eyes black with hunger, hands already at their waists.
Lando grinned—wolf, tease, ringmaster. “Let’s see if that mouth of yours is as greedy as the rest.”
He popped the button of his pants, dragged the zipper and boxers down in one easy move, cock springing free, almost brushing your nose. You blinked again, lips moist, already parted.
George followed suit, slower, making a show of slipping his belt, letting the leather hiss through denim loops before shoving both jeans and boxers down. His cock was just as hard, just as flushed, tip beading. The sight—both of them, thick and ready—sent a new shockwave through your ribs.
George cupped your jaw, thumb tapping the hinge until you opened wider, a well-trained pet. “Open up, gorgeous,” he said, voice a caress, a threat.
Lando nudged close, his cockhead hot and insistent against your bottom lip. You swallowed around the nerves, the ache, the leftover tremors of your last orgasm, and let him guide the tip into your mouth. Salty, skin-hot, already leaking on your tongue. You licked up the shaft, kissed back the base, just like you’d always wanted, but never admitted out loud. George watched, eyes wild, mouth crooked in a half-smile. He fisted himself, slow and relentless, pumping to the pace of your tongue’s work. Lando buried both hands in your hair and drew your head steady, rolling his hips, shallow thrusts, so careful at first, but growing rough as your lips got slicker. The back of your throat caught him with every advance.
When you gagged, he moaned, jaw tight. “Shit, you’re fucking filthy,” he said. “Never pegged you for a cock slut.”
The word fell from his mouth in stereo—George echoed it, but with a different tilt, almost adoration. “You’re beautiful, you know that? On your knees for us. Mouth full.” He leaned in close, feeding the words into your ear so only you could hear them. “Could’ve had anyone, but you wanted us. Been thinking about it for years, haven’t you?”
You tried to nod, but Lando’s cock made it impossible. He pulled free, smearing spit from chin to cheek, and tapped your face as if to say good girl, you did well. “Got another one for you,” he said, stepping aside.
George immediately lined up, less showy, more ceremonial. When you opened your mouth for him, he held your jaw steady with a palm so firm it made your scalp tingle. The head of his cock brushed your tongue and you sucked him in, slow, luxuriating in the feel of it, the velvet-tight stretch at your lips. His taste was overwhelmingly male—salt, skin, a flick of vodka.
His eyes never left yours. “That’s it,” he said, voice low, all the humor gone—just hunger, pacing every word. “Fuck, you take cock like you’re born for it.”
You swirled your tongue just under the crown and he hissed, thrusting just a bit deeper. You flattened your palms on his thighs to brace yourself, needing anchor. Lando watched from behind, silent, but you could feel him: the weight of his stare, the heat radiating from his skin, the urgent grip of his hand at the nape of your neck. George pulled back, pressed forward again, giving you just enough air to ache for more. “She’s got a perfect mouth. Feels like velvet.”
Lando dropped to his knees beside you, fingers tight in your hair. “Bet she could take both.”
His voice was a feral little dare. Your own moan vibrated around George’s cock: the idea of it, two at once, the way the thought alone left you hollowed and needy. Lando moved in, the blunt head of his cock bumping against your cheek, painting your skin with pre-cum.
“Want it?” He asked. The shape of him, the threat and promise, made you nod as much as George’s hand would allow. “Greedy fucking slut.”
He coaxed your head to the side and you opened, tongue already trembling, mouth slack and greedy. Both cocks pressed in, George at the front of your mouth, Lando inching along the side, the hot, heavy, slide of skin and salt and pleasured groans filling your ears. The stretch was impossible, then perfect, spit slicking the seam as Lando guided you to take more, his voice guttural: “Fucking hell, she’s even better than I thought.”
The sounds—yours, theirs, the desperate wet slap—filled the room, the air thick with a need so old it felt mythic. Hands in your hair and on your jaw, their hips setting the rhythm, using you as if they’d rehearsed it. You gagged a little, tears blurring your vision, but the reward was in their shuddered moans, the filthy praise that spilled from both mouths.
“My turn, pretty girl,” Lando said and George yielded just a little, letting his friend fuck deeper, hips stuttering as he lost finesse to raw need. He used your hair as the perfect lever, holding you open, face a mess of spit and tears.
George, ever the contrast, wiped your cheek with his thumb and whispered, “Taking it so well. You’re such a mess for us.”
You let the words wash over you, everything inside hot and thready and close to breaking. The taste of them mingled on your tongue, bitter and sweet, heady, the two of them together a chemical overdose.
The moment they eased up, both cocks glistening and wet, your chin slicked with spit and strings of pre-cum, your arousal throbbed at the edge of pain. You gasped for air, dizzy, almost cross-eyed, but the boys manhandled you with dazed efficiency—lifting you at the underarms, spinning you onto the couch, planting your knees on the cushions, shoving your ass high. George’s hands bracketed your hips, bruising, steady, possessive. Lando patted your hair, fingers combing out what they’d tangled, and sat in front of you, his cock an inch from your lips, grinning like a devil.
“There you go, fuck, look at you.” His voice rumbled, soft and cruel, as he wiped your spit-streaked face with his thumb, then aimed himself at your mouth again. You opened, obedient, as George’s cock prodded between your legs. The sensation left you wild, every nerve ending newly raw, as if the world had been torn open and you were the only real thing left in it.
George pushed in slow, deliberate, stretching you wide, the head burning at the tight entrance, then popping inside you nearly screamed at how full you felt. “You fucking ready for me?” He grunted, voice thick.
You nodded, as much as you could with Lando’s cock blocking most of your airway. The best you could manage was a choked sound, some vowel trapped like a sob.
Lando gripped your skull in both hands, holding you fixed while he eased forward, filling your mouth, muttering, “Keep her nice and wet for me when I fuck her next. Make her drool for it.”
George’s thrusts set the rhythm. Hard, insistent, ramming you against the couch so your jaw nearly dislocated swallowing Lando. Each stroke made your brain blank, replaced with the bone-rattle of George’s hips, then the conquest of Lando’s cock at your tongue. You gagged, spit flooding your mouth, drool running down your chin, and Lando just moaned, “That’s my girl, take it, take it.”
He held you until you couldn’t breathe, until your throat spasmed uselessly around him and tears ran, hot and humiliating, down your cheeks. Then he’d drag away, just a second, letting you pant, and George would slap your ass, bury himself to the hilt, and the cycle would begin again.
“Jesus, look at how wet you are,” George gasped, voice reverent, hips working meanly. “I barely even have to try. You’re fucking dripping for us.” He hunched over your back, chest pressed hot and damp to your spine, fingers digging deeper so your whole body distorted around the force, his rhythm fast and cruel. You could taste your pulse in the roof of your mouth, feel every slip and jerk of skin against the back of your throat.
Lando’s voice was so close to your ear you could smell the tequila ghosting off his tongue. “Get this cock nice and wet for you, princess,” he said, as if you were doing him a favor. He fucking loved it, you could tell—he liked watching you struggle, liked the way you choked and shuddered, every reaction flipping something inside him.
He prodded your jaw until you took him deeper, so the hot, salty tang of him hit your sinuses, made your eyes water. George’s pace never relented. He rutted you and every thrust pushed your whole body forward, spit sliding down the corners of your lips and onto Lando’s shaft, pooling at your collarbones.
“She’s drooling for it,” Lando said, cackling. “Bet her mouth is numb.”
“Don’t care,” George panted. “Feels fucking incredible. She can take it, can’t you, baby?” He punctuated it with a slap to your thigh, and you nodded, frantic and ragdoll loose, drool hanging from your chin.
Lando pulled out, string of spit stretching from your lips to his cock. He stroked himself, slow and mean, smearing your saliva around the head with theatrical, exaggerated circles. “Open up,” he said, voice gravel and velvet at the same time. He pressed the weight of his balls to your tongue and groaned, tensing as you licked and sucked, desperate to impress even through the haze of oxygen deprivation and pleasure. Your jaw ached, but you wanted more, you wanted to be ruined for anyone else.
“Look at her go,” George said, leaning over you. His sweat tickled your back as he bent, wrapped a hand around your neck—not choking, but holding, guiding, underlining every second by making it clear you weren’t going anywhere. “She loves this. She loves getting used.”
You did. That was the worst part. You loved it more than you’d ever imagined. Being between them, being their toy, existing only to be filled and stretched and worshipped by these two beautiful, ridiculous, filthy boys.
Lando tugged your hair until you looked up and made eye contact, his cock pressed to your nose. “You gonna suck these, sweetheart?” he said, nestling his balls to your mouth, a dare in every syllable. You took them in, tongue clumsy and greedy, the smell of him intoxicating. He groaned, low and private, and for a second you realized he was trembling. Not just you losing control—but both of them, hairline cracked by the need you provoked.
George’s thrusts grew erratic, losing discipline. He flattened you over the couch back, holding your ass spread with hungry hands. “This cock’s not gonna last much longer if we don’t switch soon,” he gritted, the words falling hot on your spine.
Lando shoved you back, almost gentle, and pulled out, your mouth clenching on empty space that stung with want. He stood, looming, then gave George a pointed look, “Let’s do it then.”
George grinned and, in a blur, took Lando’s place on the couch. You ended up facing him, arms shaking as you tried to prop yourself up from where Lando had left you. George grabbed you by the shoulders, drew you into his lap. He brushed damp hair from your forehead, the touch weirdly sweet. You almost collapsed against him—the only solid thing in a room spinning on its own axis.
Lando circled around, hands tracing down your lower back, ultimately bracing on your hips, spreading you from behind. You felt his cock nudging the slick, aching mess between your legs. He didn’t push in. Instead, he ran a hand along your folds, dipping inside and making a show of wet, squelching sound as he opened you.
“Didn’t think you could get wetter,” he snickered, something gleaming in his voice. He used his thumb to tap at your clit, a featherlight, infuriating touch. The sensation ripped a shudder up your spine.
George’s mouth caught yours in the moment, tongue greedy, pulling every moan out through your teeth. One of his hands found your knee, squeezed until it almost hurt, the other pressed flat between your shoulder blades to hold you upright for Lando.
The tip of Lando’s cock glided along your slit and you couldn’t help it: you rocked back, desperate, trying to get him to just goddamn fuck you already. He chuckled right into your neck. “Don’t get needy, sweetheart, you’ll get what you want.”
He lined up, pressed slow at the opening, a promise stretch between seconds—then slammed home a few centimeters, enough to pop inside, and waited, letting the heat rip through you. He was thicker than George, but no less small, and the slow build made you want to sob, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek instead. Your body stretched around him, skin prickling as he retreated, drove forward, deeper this time. “There you go,” he crooned. “Take all of it.”
George’s hand slid up to your throat, a gentle grip—reminder you were held, anchored, never falling. You didn’t realize your hands had found George’s cock until you felt the hot, thick length in your palm. You stroked him slow, marveling at how he twitched in your fist every time Lando bottomed out. With your other hand, you played at his balls, rolling them, delighting in the shudder his whole body gave in response.
Lando pistoned faster, the wet sounds of him fucking in and out of you louder than any porn. He used one hand to spread your ass, the other to press at your lower back, arching you for better leverage. The angle stretched you further, took him deeper, made every thrust throb with pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. “Jesus, you’re tight,” he groaned. “Like a fucking vice. Unreal.”
You barely heard him over your own pulse, the slurping, splatter-wet sounds that would haunt your every fantasy from here on out. Your vision static—spangly white, every muscle in your thighs trembling so hard you thought you might vibrate apart.
George’s free hand found yours and brought it to his cock, wrapping your fist around the flushed, pulsing length. “Stroke it for me,” he whispered, almost gentle. You did, and he shivered, leaned in so close you felt his breath on your tongue.
They started talking over you again—about you, not to you—which only made you hotter. “Look at her, Lando. Fucking mess already,” George said, pride all over his face. He squeezed your throat a little, just the pressure, no air restriction, but enough that every nerve ending on your skin snapped taut, waiting for whatever came next.
Lando laughed, pure joy and mean delight, fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts. “Can’t get enough, can she?”
George made you look at him, tilted your chin so your noses almost touched. He looked so serious, for a second, it nearly sobered you. “Doesn’t she feel heavenly, Lando?” His voice cracked a little on heavenly, and you pulsed around Lando at the sound.
Lando groaned, his pace stuttering. “Best I ever had.”
“Fuck,” George breathed. “She’s close to making me cum again.”
“Not yet.” Lando thrust deep and froze, his cock pulsing, making you burn and writhe. He pressed a palm flat between your shoulder blades to keep you from wriggling away. “Not until she’s on top. Pretty thing deserves a show.”
He pulled out abrupt, leaving you empty and violently wanting. You cried out at the loss, body rifling for friction. Lando didn’t even give you time to process. He smeared his hand down your back, palm curling around your ribs, and muscled you around so you landed splayed across the couch. The cushions stank gloriously of sweat, vodka, the humid chemical of your own desire. Lando sat down hard, legs spread, cock bobbing obscenely in his fist. He dragged you by the hips so you straddled him, knees on the bitter synthetic of the cushion, cunt hovering over the mottled red head of his dick.
He grinned up at you, still catching his breath. “Ride me,” he said. Not a suggestion. A command, pitched low and private. He spat in his palm and stroked himself, eyes locked on the mess between your legs. “Let’s see if you can wear me out.”
Arms shaking, you braced on his shoulders. You could smell yourself on him, could feel the sticky, primal heat coating every inch of your skin. You lined him up to your entrance and, slow so you could feel every catching millimeter, sank down. Full. Stuffed. Perfect. The angle was new, sharper, and the pressure at your clit made your vision star-and-static again.
Lando’s eyes rolled back in his skull for a second before snapping back down to the present, pupils blown wide almost making his eyes entirely black. You bounced tentatively, still shaky, muscles rubbery with aftershock, but desperate for more, grinding your hips in small, testing circles. The base of his cock nudged parts of you that had never been reached—not like this, not from this angle. You gasped and held tighter to his shoulders, nails biting down to keep from falling over.
For a moment, all you did was ride him. Up and down, in little rock-and-grind stutters; every slide dragged sweet against your clit, every rut pressed heat up your spine. Your hair stuck to your cheeks, sweat pooling under your tits where they bounced wild and uncontained. He never broke eye contact, not once, just watched you with that lazy, wowed grin, as if the entire universe had always conspired to bring you here, naked and fucked open in his lap.
You leaned forward, dragged your tongue up the side of his throat like you’d seen animals do in documentaries, searching for salt, for something to bite down on. You bit his earlobe, sucked it into your mouth, and his groan nearly made you cum again. The air was thick with ozone and spit and primal, glassy-eyed want.
George, left idle for too long, watched with almost academic hunger. His cock still stood, flushed and leaking, and you ached to reach for him, but this time he didn’t rush you. It was the only favor he’d done all night—let you focus on the stretch, the grind, the heady pop of sensation Lando offered with every upstroke. For now, George only squeezed your hip in encouragement, lazily stroking himself. “You look so fucking good,” he said, like it was a secret he’d kept just for this moment.
You rode harder, desperate to wring every atom of pleasure out of Lando before your thighs inevitably gave. Each time you slammed down, the slap of skin echoed, wet and obscene, and Lando’s hands, huge and sure, locked around your waist, controlling the descent, drawing you down harder, deeper.
But it wasn’t enough—he wanted more, you could feel it in the way his hips bucked up to meet you. He steadied you with a grip that bordered tender, then slipped his palms under your ass, cupping, kneading, using you as leverage. With a measured grunt, he lifted you off him, just the tip left in. “Is that all you can do?” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
With a single smooth motion, he braced his feet against the floor and drove up into you with all the leverage he had. Your vision went white again. That was all it took to fuck the air out of your lungs, to make your whole body tense, the climax rippling right under the skin.
You barely had time to register it before Lando set a new pace, fast and brutal, humping up from below, pounding into you in relentless, battering strokes. The couch groaned in protest. The sound of it—raw, vulgar—combined with the feeling of fullness, the force of it, everything condensed into sensory static.
“Fuck, princess, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, princess—” He squeezed your hips, knuckles blanching, struggling to hold back. You rode him, harder, throat working with every desperate gasp. Lando’s cock felt like it might rip you in two, but you didn’t want to stop, never wanted to leave this body-locked orbit. Sweat dripped down your neck, every muscle burning, body rewired around the single mission of taking, grinding, making him lose all control.
You slammed all the way down, impaling until skin hit skin and it shook something loose in you. Lando’s eyes were locked on yours, wild and shining, and right before you shattered again he wrenched your hips down, shuddered, and moaned out a messy curse through his teeth. “Almost—can you—fuck—” He grit down, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to blow right then and there.
He panted, drew you down, and kissed you—feral, sloppy, biting at your lips, the taste of sweat and salt and sex everywhere. Slowly, he rocked you—once, twice, each time deeper, as if he wanted to fold you around his cock and wear you forever.
Time dissolved. Seconds or centuries later, you barely realized you were still sitting on him, wrung out, his cock still buried, both of you shaking. Lando held you steady, squeezing your waist for the tremors to pass. He looked over your shoulder and his grin went lazy and mean. “Oi, George. You just gonna watch or you gonna join?”
It was all it took. George abandoned the arm of the couch, standing, his cock out and proud and glistening with the leftover mess from you. He circled around languid, flexing his hand as if testing his grip. He knelt behind you, broad palm sliding up your thigh—higher, until it cupped your ass, both hands spreading your cheeks wide. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, stretched taut around Lando’s cock, his balls glistening with your slickness. The image ignited something primal within him and he relished the view of you, fully claimed, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Think she could handle both?” George asked, the words thrill and dare in your ears.
Lando’s answer was a sound, more growl than word, as he felt you clench at the proposition. You were definitely up for it, he could sense it, quite literally. “Huh, baby, think you can take two big cocks in each hole?”
You nodded eagerly, but Lando grabbed your throat and squeezed as a reprimand, eyes evergreen. “Use your words, you’re a big girl.”
You gulped, and said, voice a little bit shaky in the beginning, but growing with confidence at each word. “Yes. I want both of your cocks inside me. I want you to fill my every hole.”
“Greedy little slut, wants all the cock,” Lando chuckled menacingly and released his grip. You gasped for air, maybe because you couldn’t take a breath for a minute or two, maybe because the excitement and anticipation of getting double penetrated were knocking all oxygen from your lungs.
You felt George’s heat as he leaned closer, his chest hot and sticky against your back. He slid two fingers down the crack of your ass, pressing gently against your asshole. He spat right on the tight ring, thumb working the spit in slow, practiced circles.
The spit was cold at first, then warm as his fingers massaged it, teasing you. He pressed, pulled away, pressed again, slower, gentler, not pushing in, just coaxing. It felt filthy and perfect, a new kind of friction. Every nerve ending lit up again, like you hadn’t just gotten off twice. You shuddered and pressed your cheek to Lando’s shoulder, the sweat on his skin cold and sweet against your tongue. All the while, your cunt gripped Lando so hard it felt like you’d never get him out of you, and that—God, that—made you rock harder, clenching, grinding down like you could wring some new sensation from the friction alone.
George laughed delightfully behind you. He pressed both hands to your ass and spread you open, thumbs pressing hard until your skin ached with stretch. You waited for him to spit again, but instead there was the shock of wet heat—his tongue, pointed and flexing, lapping at the seam with greedy, filthy precision.
At first, it caught you off guard. Embarrassment flared, but it died somewhere in your lower belly. George was loose and deliberate, licking your asshole in hungry, slow drags. He moaned as he did it and the vibration sent shocks up your spine. The sound rooted itself in you, made you feel strange and perfect and disgusting in a way that was instantly addictive.
You tried to say something, but Lando filled your mouth with his thumb, mashing it between your teeth so all you could muster was a grunt. He watched your reactions, grinning wide, as he braced his feet on either side of your knees and started to fuck up into you again, little controlled lifts that made you bounce, made George’s tongue dig deeper.
George parted your cheeks until it hurt, buried his face, lapping you with such focus that you thought you might black out. The mixture of Lando inside you and George’s tongue fucking circles around the rim—you could barely catch a breath. When George finally slid a finger in, it was easy, almost a relief. The spit slicked you, let him twist and hook inside until you felt impossibly, shamefully full.
He didn’t stop at one finger. He worked you open with the same patience a person would use to pick a lock: first one, then the slow introduction of a second, rotating them, stroking the inside, massaging you until you were desperate for anything more. Lando twisted your nipples as he watched you fall apart, the pain sharp, but fleeting, a flash bulb in the mess of heat George was building.
The stretch got easier, the ache turned sweet. George licked you as he fingered you, pushing his tongue wherever his fingers didn’t reach. You lost count of the times you clenched, the times you tried to pull away, only for George to hold you steady, tongue and fingers working in lockstep until the nerves in your asshole felt as raw and exposed as your clit.
Lando never relented. He held you by the hips and guided you down, working his cock deep on each thrust, his breath ragged in your ear. He was watching George and you and himself all at once, a loop of pleasure and exhibition that made the world tighten in on itself, the anticipation a living thing beneath your skin.
George finally stood, rubbing his spit-coated fingers together, absentminded and casual, as if he’d done this a thousand times before. He planted a knee beside your hip, cock standing proud, eyes flicking down to the pucker now shining with his saliva. The pressure of his gaze alone made it clench, as if in invitation. Lando’s cock was still buried to the hilt, stretching you, every muscle trembling as you rode out the aftershocks of your last, shatterproof high.
“Fuck, you’re hungry for it,” George said, thumb circling your asshole. He leaned in, his words a shudder on your neck: “You want to get split open? Let me hear you say it.” The sound of his voice—ruthless, loving, a snarl softened by years of gentle inside-jokes—curled in your stomach.
Your lips barely moved in reply, but he heard it all the same: “Yes, please. Please fuck me, both of you.” The rawness in your voice was its own loosened secret.
Lando’s hands slid to your ribs, holding you steady, as George angled the swollen head of his dick to your spit-slicked hole. The push started slow: just a suggestion, a whisper of promise against skin shocked pink and raw. At first, it burned, a single line of white heat, and you sucked in air expecting pain—only to feel George pull back and press in again, urging your body to open molecule by molecule.
“Relax. You love this, don’t you?” George murmured, and the praise made your body shiver. He spat again, massaging it in with two fingers, then used the other hand to squeeze Lando at the base, steadying the rhythm so you wouldn’t shoot off the couch.
The burn faded to a deep, bruisy fullness, can’t believe this is happening, can’t ever go back. Lando rocked up, his cock sleek and hungry inside your cunt, as George pressed in, slow at first, then with firm, insistent thrusts. Not all the way, not yet, but enough to stretch you into a new shape. The pressure grew, and you whined, the sound thin and animal.
“That’s it, take it. You’re fucking perfect, princess,” Lando gasped, voice ragged, as he felt the resistance of your body squeezed between the two of them.
George groaned, buried his face in your shoulder, then mouthed hot, wet circles against your neck as he punched in a few millimeters deeper. “Jesus, she’s tight. You ever do this before?”
You shook your head, barely able to breathe, the sensation so full it scrambled your brain. You gripped Lando’s forearm, nails carving moons, needing something to anchor you to the planet. George waited, waited, then thrust again, and this time you felt the blunt head slide past the first stubborn ring and in, real, shocking, a sensation that hovered between ecstasy and obliteration. Every inch slid against Lando’s cock, separated by only a whisper of tissue.
George braced both hands at the base of your spine, arms caging your body so you couldn’t retreat. The first few thrusts made you see black around the edges, pain and pleasure both sharp, especially as Lando timed his movements with George’s, so the cocks moved inside you staggered, then together, then apart. The friction—the impossible, swelling fullness—shattered your concept of self down to an open mouth, a pulse, a need. Lando’s breath came harsh and wild, thrumming against your cheek.
“You’re a fucking animal,” he said, fingers carving wounds into your hips. “Who knew you’d take it so good? I’m not even halfway and she’s milking me, George.”
George’s mouth grazed your nape, the salt of your skin hot under his tongue. “She’s a natural. Took her what—ten minutes to get cock-drunk?” His voice was almost gentle, but the weight of his thrusts said otherwise. He flexed and pressed in, deeper, as Lando rocked up to meet him. Every shared motion left your insides bruised and perfect, like the world now only existed in the centimeters between the two of them.
You tried to say a word, maybe their names, maybe just fuck, but every noise drowned in the slap and wet churn of your bodies. Lando crooked a hand to your throat from the front, pulling you into his chest so your head lolled and your mouth hung open in a helpless, wild gasp.
“That’s it. Fucking drool for us.” His laugh was mean and proud and electrified your spine—you could feel spit running down your chin, tears melding with it, too fucked out to care. The pain of your jaw from earlier was nothing next to this pressure, this delirium, the rhythm of their hips slamming you at both ends. George’s cock drove in, then Lando’s, the stretch reversing and doubling, amplifying.
“Wish there was another cock to fill your mouth hole, huh? Your mouth feel empty, useless, don’t it?” Lando’s words hung in the air like a taunt, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm.
“Let’s fix that,” his free hand left your hip and rose, two thick fingers pressing against your parted lips before you could even think to close them. He shoved them deep, past your teeth, until the pads hit the back of your tongue. “Suck,” he ordered, voice low and filthy. “Lick and suck like it’s a cock you’re desperate for.”
Your mouth closed around the intrusion on instinct, tongue working over the rough skin, tasting salt and the faint trace of your own earlier arousal. Lando didn’t give you time to adjust—he pumped the fingers in and out in time with the cocks stretching your holes, turning your mouth into another wet, obedient channel. Spit flooded around the digits, dripping down your chin in thick strands that joined the mess already coating your throat and chest.
George’s mouth stayed at your nape, teeth scraping as he drove in harder. “Look at her,” he rasped. “Taking everything we give her. Fingers, cocks, whatever we want to stuff inside her.” His thrusts grew sharper, the head of his cock dragging against the thin wall separating him from Lando’s length. Every forward snap of George’s hips forced Lando’s fingers deeper into your throat until you gagged wetly around them.
Lando’s eyes stayed locked on your face, watching every twitch and tear. “That’s it, drool all over my hand. Show us how empty that pretty mouth really is.” He curled the fingers, pressing down on your tongue, forcing more spit to spill out. The wet sounds from your mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin on skin as both men fucked into you without mercy.
Your body rocked between them, helpless, every hole filled or claimed. George’s grip on your spine tightened, keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted while Lando’s fingers fucked your mouth in the same staggered rhythm their cocks used on your pussy and ass. The pressure built again, relentless, the stretch and fullness and the taste of Lando’s skin on your tongue pushing you deeper into the haze.
George set his teeth into your shoulder, dragging them just enough to hum under your skin. “Look at you. You’re a fucking sight. Can’t believe what a little slut you are for us,” he choked, words muffled, but clear in meaning. “Knew you’d love this, didn’t we?”
Your body was on fire, nothing but acid and velvet and wet. The tightness was so complete you thought you’d break, not just fracture, but explode open, atomize, and spray the walls with your need. George was pressing you down with such force, your clit dragging over Lando’s pelvis, stimulation in three places at once beyond unbearable. You never knew it could feel this good, it was a miracle you didn’t cum right then and there. You hardly saw anything before you anymore, your eyes taking glimpses of the back of your head and deciding to stay there.
George sped up, then taunted, fingers digging so hard you’d have his fingerprints the next day. “Always thought about this, you filthy fucking thing? Both of us using you, fucking you dumb?”
“Say thank you,” Lando grunted and removed his fingers followed by a string of fat saliva.
Your body tried to say it, tried to do anything, but the only sound you made was a hoarse, barking moans.
“Look at her, fucked out of her mind, can’t even form a sentence, such a brat,” George grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, teeth nipping on the delicate curve of your neck as meanly as his words.
Lando suddenly gripped your hips, stilling all of you. “Hold up,” he panted, his voice hoarse with exertion. “I want to switch. Want to feel her ass.”
George grunted, clearly reluctant, but released you and pulled out with a sound that made your body clench around empty air. The sudden absence left you hollow, aching more than when you were full.
“Up,” Lando commanded, tapping your thigh. “Turn around, on me. Reverse cowgirl.”
Your muscles protested, trembling from exertion as you clumsily shifted position, straddling Lando facing away from him. His hands guided your hips, pulling you back against his chest. The position left you feeling exposed, vulnerable as Lando’s cock pressed against your entrance.
“Ease back,” he instructed, one hand spreading your cheek while the other guided himself to your asshole. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”
You sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch burned beautifully, different from before, your body still loose from George’s earlier preparation. Lando groaned appreciatively beneath you, his breath hot against your neck.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed. “Even after George. Perfect little hole.”
You expected to feel George lining up at your front, his cock ready to fill your pussy, but instead felt his hands on your thighs, pushing them wider. The carpet scraped as he knelt between your and Lando’s spread legs, his face level with your dripping core.
“What are you doing?” Lando asked, genuine surprise in his voice as George leaned in and swiped his tongue along your slit.
George pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Couldn’t help myself,” he said, voice husky. “I’m fucking jealous you got to taste her first.”
Lando chuckled, the vibration running through his chest and into your back. “Greedy bastard. Thought you wanted to fuck her pussy.”
“Plenty of time for that,” George replied before diving back in, his tongue delving deep.
The sensation made you gasp, head falling back against Lando’s shoulder. Two different pleasures assaulted you at once—the thick fullness in your ass and the wet heat of George’s mouth on your pussy. It was too much, not enough, everything.
“Fuck, look at you taking it,” Lando murmured, his hand roaming your body. “Both holes being used. You love this, don’t you?”
You could only nod, words beyond capabilities. George’s tongue swirled around your clit, building pressure that made your thighs tremble. Lando’s cock pulsed inside you, hitting spots that made you see stars.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” George said, pulling back to speak. “Been thinking about this for ages. How sweet you’d be.”
Lando thrust upward, making you cry out. “You’re not the only one who’s been fantasizing. Couldn’t stop thinking about this ass after that beach trip last summer.”
The memory flashed through your mind—you bending over to pick up a beach ball, Lando’s gaze hot on your backside. Had he been imagining this then?
George’s fingers joined his mouth, two fingers slipping inside your pussy while his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The stretch of Lando in your ass and George’s fingers curling forward made your body feel like it was splitting open in the best possible way.
“Found it,” George murmured against you, his fingertips pressing against that spongy spot inside. “Fuck, she’s got such a sensitive spot right here.”
Lando held your hips still, his cock buried deep, as George’s fingers began to piston in and out. The squelch was obscene, loud enough to echo off the walls of the apartment. You couldn’t think, couldn’t form coherent thoughts, could only feel the dual penetration turning your insides to liquid fire.
“Look at you taking both so well,” Lando said, his voice strained. “Our little cockslut, can’t get enough.”
George increased his pace, his fingers hitting that spot with every thrust while his thumb circled your clit. “You like having two holes filled? Like being stuffed full of cock and fingers?”
The pressure built impossibly fast, your body wound so tight you thought you might snap. George’s fingers curled, pressing harder against that spot, and something shifted inside you—a different kind of pleasure, deeper, more urgent.
“Think she might—” George’s words cut off as he felt the change in your body, your walls clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses.
“Fuck, is she gonna—” Lando’s question hung in the air as George pulled his mouth away from your clit and focused his attention on that spot inside, fingers moving faster.
“Gonna make her squirt,” George announced, a feral grin in his voice. “Watch this.”
You barely had time to process his words before the pressure broke. George pressed hard against that spot, his fingers curled, and your body arched violently. A gush of warm liquid flooded over his hand, soaking his fingers, his wrist, dripping down onto Lando’s thighs beneath you.
“Holy shit,” Lando breathed, feeling the wet heat against his skin. “She’s squirting.”
George didn’t let up, his fingers continuing to work that spot, coaxing out wave after wave. “Look at that,” he said, voice filled with wonder and pride. “Never seen anyone squirt this much. You’re a fucking fountain, baby.”
The sensation was unlike anything you’d experienced before—not quite an orgasm, but something more primal, more uncontrollable. Your body kept releasing, your thighs trembling violently as George milked every last drop from you.
“Beautiful,” Lando whispered, his hands gentling on your hips. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
When the last tremor passed, your body went limp against Lando’s chest, boneless and spent. But George wasn’t done with you yet.
“Now,” he said, withdrawing his fingers with a slick sound, “it’s my turn to feel that tight pussy again.”
You felt him shift position, his cock nudging against your entrance, still wet from your release. The head pressed forward, stretching you around him while Lando remained buried in your ass.
“Double stuffed again,” Lando groaned, feeling George push in from the front.
“Fuck me,” George grunted, sliding deeper, “she’s still so tight even after all that.”
You felt like you were being split in half, the two cocks pressing against that thin wall of tissue between them again. The stretch was beyond anything you’d imagined, even though you already felt it all the same—too much, not enough, a burn that blazed through every nerve ending.
“God, she’s so fucking wet,” George moaned, rolling his hips to seat himself fully. “Still dripping from that squirting orgasm. My cock is swimming in it.”
Lando’s hands found your tits, squeezing hard as he began to move beneath you. “Feel that? We’re both inside you now. Taking up every inch of space in your greedy little body.”
The dual sensation was overwhelming—George filling your pussy while Lando stretched your ass. Your muscles clenched involuntarily around both of them, drawing twin groans from the men.
“She’s trying to milk us both at once,” Lando said, voice tight with pleasure. “Fucking insatiable slut.”
George set a punishing pace, driving into your pussy while Lando thrust up into your ass. The opposing rhythms created a maddening friction that made your vision blur at the edges.
“Look at us,” George panted, his breath hot against your neck. “Using every hole you have. This what you dreamed about? This living up to your fantasy?”
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. Your body was nothing but sensation—stretch and fullness and the delicious friction of being so completely filled.
“Think she can handle it?” Lando asked, his fingers digging into your hips. “Think she’ll cum again from this?”
“Bet she will,” George replied, increasing his pace. “She’s been begging for this for years, haven’t you? Our little cock-hungry slut.”
Their words should have humiliated you, but instead they stoked the fire building in your core. You were nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, and somehow that knowledge made everything more intense.
“I can feel your cock through her walls,” Lando told George, wonder in his voice. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
George groaned in response, his thrusts growing erratic. “She’s so fucking tight like this. Double stuffed and still squeezing us.”
Your orgasm approached with terrifying speed, your body wound so tight you thought you might break apart. The dual stimulation, the filthy talk, the feeling of being so thoroughly used—it was all too much.
“That’s it,” Lando encouraged, feeling your muscles clench around him. “Cum on our cocks. Show us what a good slut you are.”
The climax hit you like a freight train, your body seizing as waves of pleasure crashed through you. You screamed, voice raw and broken, as your insides convulsed around both men.
“Fuck, she’s cumming,” George shouted, his rhythm faltering. “Squeezing me so tight.”
Lando held your hips steady, driving up into your spasming body. “Take it all,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch.”
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, each wave more intense than the last. Your body spasmed violently as the climax peaked, every muscle tensed and trembling. The men didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—their rhythm growing more frantic as they chased their own release.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Lando growled, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. “She’s squeezing me so tight.”
George grunted in agreement, his thrusts losing their measured pace. “Me too. Not gonna last much longer like this.”
Your oversensitive body couldn’t handle any more stimulation, yet you craved it desperately. The pain-pleasure of being so thoroughly used pushed you toward another edge.
“Gonna cum inside her,” Lando announced, his voice tight with strain.
“Wait,” George gasped, pulling back slightly. “You’d want to see her face when we finish, trust me.”
In one fluid motion, both men withdrew, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, strong hands were manhandling you off the couch and onto the carpet. Your knees hit the rough fibers, the impact jarring through your boneless body.
“Open,” Lando commanded, his cock hovering inches from your face, flushed and slick with your combined fluids.
Your jaw dropped obediently, tongue lolling out as you panted for breath. George positioned himself beside Lando, both of them towering over your kneeling form.
“Look at us when we cum,” George ordered, his hand working furiously along his shaft. “Want to see your pretty eyes.”
Lando matched his rhythm, both of them stroking themselves with desperate urgency. The air filled with their ragged breathing and the wet sounds of their hands on slick flesh.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Lando’s words cut off as the first hot spurts hit your tongue. The salty, bitter taste flooded your mouth as he groaned above you.
George followed seconds later, his release painting your cheeks and chin in thick stripes. They continued jerking themselves, mixing their cum on your face, in your open mouth, until every drop was extracted.
“Swallow,” Lando commanded, watching you intently.
You closed your mouth, forcing down the bitter fluid as it coated your throat. The act itself was humiliating, yet somehow made you feel powerful—they had given you this offering, and you accepted it.
“Good girl,” George murmured, tucking himself away. “You took everything we gave you.”
Your body ached in places you hadn’t known could ache. Your knees throbbed against the carpet, your jaw felt unhinged, and between your legs, you were swollen and tender. Yet a deep satisfaction settled in your bones—the fantasy fulfilled beyond anything you had imagined.
Lando crouched before you, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Still with us?”
You nodded, unable to form coherent words, but forced yourself to croak, “Thank you.”
He smiled. His thumb swiped across your cheek, collecting a smear of their combined release.“Beautiful mess,” he said, voice softer now. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
George extended his hand to help you up, steadying you when your legs threatened to buckle. They guided you to the bathroom, one on each side, their touches gentler now than they had been all night, reminding you friends always helped each other out—even if it was just making sexual fantasies come true.
synopsis: when you accidentally let it slip that you've got a boyfriend, your fans go crazy trying to figure out what's been under their nose all along.
smau + written
tags & warnings: use of y/n, established relationship.
"i can't believe you called me gorgeous in front of my entire chat," you groaned into your pillow. lando's hand immediately coming to pat your back and slide down your waist, cooing into your ear.
"you'll live, it's not like you don't have heaps of other chatters complimenting you all the time," lando chuckled.
"yeah, but those chatters aren't my famous boyfriend of two years," you scoffed, turning to face him. "i just don't want to put pressure on us."
"i know, darling," lando hummed, thumbing at your cheek softly. "i'm sure no one will think anything of it."
"i hope so."
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user5 i want to be y/n when i grow up
user6 she's living her best life and we love her for it
twitchtv irl travel stream when?
user7 anyone else think that the guy on slide 7 looks like lando norris???
user8 you need to get your eyes checked
user9 wait tho i see it
user10 confirmation bias is crazy
user11 landoy/n is real
user12 landoy/n confirmed
user13 softlaunch????
user14 she's so hot omg
user15 ⭐⭐⭐
Clip #1 - Lando's tanned af
"'did you get a tan?' yeah, i did. i just got back from southern europe, spent the summer break in the sun so recharged for the rest of the season."
Clip #2 - new sim for lando
"might do some more sim racing streams, chat. i've gotten a new sim set up recently so i want to test it out a bit... 'what happened to my last one?' i gave my last one to my girlfriend, she wants to give it a go and i was getting ready to upgrade so i thought i'd give her mine to try it out and i'd buy another one. and if she likes it, i'll buy her a new one."
Clip #3 - lando shows off his minecraft server
lando logs onto his minecraft server, humming as his game loads into a cherry blossom house. "'the house looks so nice' thanks chat, my girlfriend built it. she's a really good builder." lando's character stands in front of one lime bed which is sat next to an aqua bed. "and we just had to put our beds together." lando chuckles, before logging out of the minecraft world.
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y/npriv how i felt seeing all the twitter threads speculating about me dating this muppet
landopriv and yet you still love me
y/npriv i do i wont deny that
landopriv pls delete these pics tho
y/npriv no ❤️
o69p mad muppet energy from this one
y/npriv pls save me osc
dannyricc haven't you muppets been dating for like 5 years
y/npriv what about it
dannyricc im surprised they didnt figure it out earlier, yall are not slick
landopriv ...
yourbff THE MEMES IM CACKLING
landopriv omg shut up pls girl i beg
yourbff naur girl
fewtrellmax you can keep the muppet
y/npriv no you
landopriv i hate the both of you
lilymhe idgaf about lando when are you coming to another race
y/npriv soon bbg
"pizza tonight, darling?"
"yeah, sounds good," you smiled as you stepped into the living room, wearing a first generation quadrant merch shirt and lando's sweatpants, watching as he tapped around on his phone. "can we get the-"
"the cheesy garlic pizza with extra crème fraiche? already added to the cart!" lando smiled, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling your scent.
"you know me so well," you giggled, his growing goatee tickling the side of your neck. you sighed into his embrace, relaxing into his chest.
"tired?"
"just a bit," you mumbled.
"it's okay, you're still as beautiful as ever."
"you're a dork," you snorted, turning around to lean against the kitchen counter and facing him.
"your dork," lando grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, parting only after a few seconds. "and hopefully your dork forever and ever?"
your brown haired driver boyfriend dropped down onto one knee, and at first, you didn't want to believe that this was happening. you couldn't fathom how this was happening.
"y/n, you have been the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you know i don't like cliches so when i say this, i'm being honest as fuck. i've loved every moment with you since you insulted me in my twitch chat. i've loved being your friend, your lover, your partner, your travel buddy, your everything," lando sighed, his hand in yours. "i want to spend the rest of my life with you. through every small and big moment, for every loss and every win. i want to be your husband, forever and always."
"lando..."
"please let me finish, i want you to hear everything," lando pleaded, before pulling a ring box out of his pocket. "y/n, will you marry me?"
"yes, you muppet. of course, i'll marry you," tears flooded your eyes as lando grinned, slipping the ring onto your finger. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," lando sighed in relief, pressing a passionate peck to your lips, his hand holding yours as he deepened the kiss. with a sigh, he pulled away, putting his forehead against yours. "thank god."
"don't tell me you were worried," you teased, thumbing at the new ring on your finger.
"i was stressed as fuck," lando huffed. "i was worried you'd say no."
"now, why would i say that, baby?"
"cause you're incredible and i'm me..."
"you're incredible too, lando norris. don't ever doubt that."
"i love you, y/n."
"i love you too, lando."
y/nlive & lando
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y/nlive 5 years with this muppet, took him long enough. (jk i love you so much lando, thank you for being the best partner a girl could ask for❤️❤️❤️❤️ )
lando love you forever gorgeous gorgeous girl
y/nlive love you more baby boy
oscarpiastri congratulations you two!
alexalbon he's had that ring sitting in his bedside table for four years, i'm surprised you didn't find it.
y/nlive NEWS TO ME
alexalbon GIRL HE'S SO DOWN BAD AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS
maxfewtrell congratulations! can't wait for the wedding :P
mclarenf1 our papaya it couple 🧡🧡
yourbff WOOHOOOOOO
user16 can't believe that thread was right...
user17 MAMA AND PAPA
user18 OMG THE CUTEST COUPLE
user19 cant wait to see y/n at races now
y/nlive girl i've been going to races since 2022
user20 WHAT
y/nlive im sneaky af LMFAOOOOOOO
summary: a chatty girl starts showing up at your family flower shop every single day and, for some reason, decides you'd be the perfect match for her older brother.
warnings: fluff, love at first sight, maggie playing cupid, gorgeous kimi (obviously), brief mention of annoying men 🙄
word count: 3.2k | arvid version (coming soon)
a/n: i loved every single second of writing this 🤭 i really hope you all enjoy it too.
ଓ english is not my first language, be kind.
All you ever wanted was to rest your head on the counter and have a three-hour nap.
Your family’s flower shop is on a completely deserted street corner. Seriously, nobody ever passes by there. And when the bell above the glass door finally rings, signalling some sign of life, ninety per cent of the time the scene is the same: a man, his eyes fixed on his mobile screen, clearing his throat before asking for ‘anything red that looks expensive’. They never buy them out of affection. They buy out of guilt, after forgetting their wedding anniversary, or to avoid spending the night on the sofa. And, to make your mood even worse, they almost always complain about the price of the roses or spend the five minutes whilst you’re cutting the stems venting about how ‘women are far too complicated’.
You simply smile, tap the card machine, hand over the bouquet, and silently hope those women break up with their partners.
Then she appeared.
At first, she was just a passing figure after school hours. A little girl, no older than ten or eleven, clutching the straps of her heavy rucksack with both hands, slowing her pace until she came to a complete stop in front of the shop window. She'd stand there with her nose almost pressed against the glass, utterly mesmerised by the yellow tulips.
On the third day, she finally gathered the courage to push the door open. "Do they need lots of water?" Was the very first thing she asked, without even saying hello, pointing straight at the yellow tulips.
You couldn't help but smile. Patiently, you explained how much water they needed, how to keep the soil moist, and how much sunlight they liked.
The next day, she came back with more questions. The day after that, you decided to cut a particularly vibrant pink dahlia and held it out to her.
"A little gift for my most loyal customer of the week," you said.
The girl's eyes lit up so brightly that you thought she might actually jump with excitement.
From that moment on, your own little desert found its soundtrack.
Her name was Maggie.
Maggie was a force of nature — chatty, endlessly curious, and bursting with energy that never seemed to run out. Yet she was remarkably polite, with a level of manners you rarely saw in children her age these days. She looked you straight in the eye when she spoke, asked for the scientific name of every plant in the shop, and wanted to know why rose thorns grew the way they did.
Quickly, Maggie’s visits became the highlight of your day. Her parents, realising that their daughter had found a safe and wholesome refuge amongst the flowers and conversation, gave her permission to spend that sacred hour there after school. The arrangement worked perfectly: she would walk in, fill the shop with stories about her teachers, her lunch and her history essays, and at half past five sharp, a car would turn up to pick her up.
It wasn’t just any car. It was always a luxury sports model, a car far too posh, far too expensive for your circumstances — or for anyone you knew. The driver, the girl’s father, would simply give a gentle double-beep from the kerb; Maggie would give you a tight hug and rush to get into the back seat.
On a mild Tuesday afternoon, Maggie's stream of words was moving even faster than usual. She was perched on the tall stool beside the till, swinging her legs as she watched you arrange a bouquet of lilies.
"…and then mum said I couldn't have chocolate before dinner, but my brother secretly gave me a piece because he's the best, even though he can be a bit grumpy when he has to wake up early," Maggie rattled on, only pausing to take a breath. She rested her chin in her hands, staring at you with an almost comically serious expression as she studied your face.
You let out a quiet laugh, wiping the sap from your hands with a cloth.
"Thank you, Maggie. That's very kind of you."
"No, I'm serious. You look like a model," she insisted, with the peculiar certainty only she could have. Then, completely out of nowhere and as naturally as if she were asking about the weather, she leaned forwards.
"Do you want to date my big brother?"
You nearly dropped the bunch of lilies onto the floor. Your eyes widened, and you blinked a few times, trying to process what she'd just asked.
"What? No…?"
"Why not?" Maggie pressed, pouting in genuine confusion at your immediate rejection. "He'd think you were beautiful! And he's not dating anyone right now, so there's nothing stopping you from dating him. He's really nice, I promise."
You smiled awkwardly, shaking your head at your little friend's boldness.
"Maggie, sweetheart, I don't even know your brother. And I don't think people just start dating because someone's little sister decides to play cupid."
"But he's famous!" She argued, as though that were the final piece of evidence that settled the matter. "Everyone knows who he is. If you look him up online, there are loads of pictures of him wearing those weird racing clothes and holding trophies."
You simply shrugged, returning to tie a satin ribbon around the stems of the lilies. You'd heard her chatter before about her brother being a racing driver and famous, but you'd never paid much attention. You didn't watch motorsport, you didn't follow celebrity news, and since you didn't have social media, the name Kimi meant absolutely nothing to you.
Well…
Other than the fact that he was the older brother of this adorable girl.
"Famous or not, I don't really care about those things, Maggie," you said gently, a smile tugging at your lips. "Your brother probably has far too busy a life to be pushed towards the florist by his very chatty sister."
Maggie didn't look remotely convinced.
She hopped off the stool, adjusted her rucksack as the familiar, elegant horn of a luxury car echoed from outside the shop window. She walked to the door, but before pushing it open, she turned back to you with a mischievous, determined grin.
"Fine. Have it your way," Maggie sang, holding the handle. "But I'm going to introduce him to you anyway. One day I'll bring him here, and you'll see I was right! Bye!"
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Two weeks had passed, and you had almost forgotten the solemn promise Maggie had made at the shop door. After all, the days remained grey, the counter continued to accumulate dry leaves, and the customers were still the same men buying roses out of sheer guilt and complaining about the price.
Until that Thursday.
The clock struck exactly five o’clock in the afternoon when the bell above the door not only rang, but seemed to herald an event. Maggie came in first, practically skipping, her brown hair swinging and a grin from ear to ear that gave away the fact she was up to something.
"I told you I’d bring him!" She exclaimed, her childish voice echoing through the silent room.
Just behind her, the glass door was pushed open by a large hand with long fingers. A boy stepped into the flower shop, and when he looked in your direction, it felt as though the air had been sucked out of your lungs for a whole second.
You tried to remain professional, but the shock was inevitable. He really was handsome. His honey-coloured eyes mesmerised you. He was dressed simply, in a dark jacket and a plain t-shirt, but his bearing and the way he filled the room made it seem as though he belonged somewhere completely different from that plywood counter.
What you didn’t realise, however, was that the shock on the other side was exactly the same.
Kimi stopped a few steps away, his eyes fixed on you. For weeks, he'd had to listen to Maggie chatter nonstop over breakfast about "the perfect flower girl", who gave her dahlias as gifts and seemed to know everything about the world. He had expected to find a kind elderly woman or, at most, an ordinary girl. But seeing you standing there, surrounded by green leaves, with a few loose strands of hair falling out of place and a genuinely surprised expression, completely disarmed the driver. You were breathtakingly beautiful, with a natural, fresh beauty that felt completely removed from the world of appearances and plastic he was used to living in.
For a moment, silence filled the flower shop, broken only by Maggie's attentive, eager gaze as she looked back and forth between you and her brother, waiting for the magic to happen.
"Hi." Kimi broke the silence. "I'm Kimi, this little brat's older brother."
You let out a genuine laugh, immediately feeling your cheeks grow warm. To your own despair, you felt your heart jolt inside your chest, beating much faster than normal. You felt silly, like a teenage girl having a meltdown over a handsome guy, but his presence was far too magnetic to ignore.
"Nice to meet you, Kimi." You replied, stepping out from behind the counter to stand closer to them. "I'm ____. Your sister is adorable."
"I suppose she is." Kimi gave a small, relaxed smile.
The conversation flowed with a surprising ease for both of you. There was none of the irritating rush of the men in suits who usually came into the shop, nor any need to impress one another. While you talked about how Maggie had learnt to take care of tulips and how she had become the shop's most important customer, Kimi simply watched.
He was completely enchanted. Not only by your voice or your beauty, but by the way you moved through the space, with a gentleness and calmness that seemed to numb the exhaustion of his day. But what truly meant the most to Kimi — what genuinely warmed something inside his chest — was the way you treated Maggie. You looked at the little girl with genuine affection, answered all of her ridiculous questions without the slightest hint of condescension, and treated her like a real friend. In his world, where everyone either wanted a piece of his fame or only came close because they wanted something from him, seeing someone treat his little sister with such purity and devotion felt almost like a miracle.
Maggie, meanwhile, was on the verge of bursting with excitement. She folded her arms, narrowed her eyes at the two of you with a knowing smile, analysing every exchanged glance and every shy laugh. In her mind, Cupid's plan was working perfectly. You were going to fall in love — she was absolutely certain of it.
"Well," Kimi finally said, clearing his throat softly, although he clearly didn't want to end the conversation. He looked around at the buckets of flowers surrounding you. "Since we're here, I suppose I should buy something. I don't want to leave Maggie's favourite flower shop empty-handed."
"What were you thinking of getting?" You asked, walking over to the displays of fresh flowers.
"I'd like a really beautiful arrangement for my mum." He said, pointing towards a few classic flowers that matched the style he had in mind. "And…" He looked down, meeting his little sister's bright eyes. "…what would you recommend for my tiny co-driver?"
Maggie let out an excited squeal, wrapping her arms around Kimi's waist. You laughed at the sight, feeling that pleasant flutter in your stomach all over again.
"For Maggie, today it'll be yellow tulips… They suit her." You said, carefully picking the prettiest flowers from the bucket and trimming the stems to the perfect length.
You arranged the bouquets with practised skill, feeling Kimi's eyes burn into your hands as you tied the ribbon around them. When you handed over both bouquets — the elegant one for his mother and the tulips for the little girl. Kimi's fingers brushed against yours as he passed over his bank card. It was only a brief touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine.
Kimi didn't complain about the price. He paid with a grateful nod, slipped his wallet away, and looked straight into your eyes.
"Thank you for the flowers. And… for looking after her every day." He said, with a sincerity that made your heart skip another beat.
"You don't have to thank me. It's the best part of my day." You replied, and you weren't lying.
Kimi gave you another one of those crooked smiles, gently patted Maggie on the shoulder to signal it was time to leave, and walked towards the door. Maggie followed straight behind him, but before stepping outside, she turned back, pointed at her brother, then at you, before making an extremely obvious heart shape with her hands and winking. Kimi, slightly embarrassed, simply tugged her away by the back of her rucksack.
The door closed, and the sound of the luxury car's engine echoed outside as they drove away. You remained standing behind the counter for several long minutes, still holding the tea towel, wearing a hopelessly silly smile that simply refused to disappear.
The following days took on a completely different colour from the usual grey that surrounded your little corner of the street. Kimi kept showing up. Almost always at the same time, parking his luxury car outside. But unlike his father, he didn't simply honk the horn. He got out, pushed open the glass door, making the bell chime overhead, and stepped inside to tell his sister it was time to go home.
Later on, somewhere between conversations with the little girl, you eventually discovered why he had been around so often: formula one was on a short break in the racing calendar. That was why he was home, enjoying some time with his family before travelling the world again to race fast cars.
And it was on one of those mild afternoons that your routine changed completely.
"Please, please, pleeease!" Maggie begged, leaning over the counter with both hands clasped together, her wide brown eyes wearing the most perfectly calculated pleading expression an eleven-year-old could possibly manage. "It's just a trip to the shopping centre! Kimi will drive, we'll have some gelato, and you can help me choose my new trainers… Please!"
You glanced at the clock on the wall, then out at the empty street. The flower shop was completely dead, just as it usually was. You hesitated, looking over at Kimi, who was leaning against the tiled wall beside the ferns with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He wasn't saying anything to pressure you, but there was an amused sparkle in those absurdly expressive eyes as he watched his little sister's performance.
"Maggie, I still need to close the shop, tidy the buckets…" you began, stumbling over your words as you desperately clung to your safe little bubble.
"I'll help carry the boxes if you promise you'll come." Kimi interrupted, his gentle voice carrying an almost teasing challenge, accompanied by a crooked smile.
Looking at Maggie's impossibly adorable face, your resistance crumbled completely. You let out a defeated sigh, laughing at your own lack of resolve.
"Alright. You win. I'll close early today."
Maggie's victorious squeal almost made the gerbera petals tremble.
The outing turned out to be surprisingly light-hearted, with nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it. At the shopping centre, you found yourself immersed in Maggie's pre-teen world. You spent well over an hour wandering from rack to rack through department stores, helping her put together outfits that were stylish but still appropriate for her age, and the three of you spent ages debating which pair of trainers was the perfect one — eventually settling on a beautiful pair that was colourful without being over the top, making Maggie practically strut through the shopping centre afterwards. Kimi walked just behind the two of you, carrying all the shopping bags without a single complaint, simply watching the dynamic between you with that attentive, genuinely warm look that kept making your stomach flutter.
After shopping, you all headed to a gelateria. Sitting by the window, sharing different flavours of gelato, conversation flowed effortlessly. Kimi laughed at Maggie's sarcastic comments about school, and every now and then he'd tease her just enough to make her stick her tongue out at him. More than once, you caught yourself watching his profile beneath the shopping centre lights, the way he seemed so relaxed away from the spotlight, and you still couldn't believe just how handsome he was.
The highlight of the day, however, came as you were walking towards the car park. Maggie stopped abruptly in front of a jewellery shop window, pointing excitedly through the glass.
"Look at that one!" She exclaimed, nearly pressing her nose against the display. It was a delicate necklace with a tiny butterfly pendant, its wings shimmering softly in a colour that shifted depending on how the light caught them. Maggie turned to you, completely enchanted. "It matches your eyes perfectly. Doesn't it, Kimi?"
Kimi stepped closer, narrowing his eyes to study the necklace in the display before shifting his gaze directly to your face. His stare lingered long enough to make your cheeks burn.
"It does." He agreed, his voice coming out a little quieter, never taking his eyes off yours. "We'll take it."
"No, honestly, you don't have to…" you began, instinctively taking a step backwards as your shyness took over.
But Kimi was already pushing open the jewellery shop door. It took a long time before you finally agreed. You argued that it was too expensive, that it was unnecessary, that you couldn't possibly accept such a gift, but the combined persistence of the two siblings proved impossible to resist. Maggie used every pout and promise of good behaviour she had, while Kimi simply handed his credit card to the shop assistant with infuriating calmness, saying only, "She's taking it." In the end, you gave in, holding the little gift bag with trembling hands and your heart beating in your throat.
Later that night, the silence of your bedroom felt like the perfect setting to process everything that had happened. You placed the bag on top of your chest of drawers, took a long shower, and changed into your pyjamas.
Before going to bed, your eyes drifted towards the little black jewellery box, now resting outside the bag. Carefully, you unclasped it and lifted the butterfly necklace out. Standing in front of your wardrobe mirror, you gathered your hair with one hand and, with some difficulty thanks to your returning nerves, fastened the clasp behind your neck.
The pendant settled just below your collarbone.
You let your hair fall back into place and simply stood there in silence, looking at your reflection beneath the soft glow of your bedside lamp. Your fingertips brushed the cool metal of the butterfly. Maggie had been right, and so had Kimi. The subtle shimmer of the butterfly's wings truly brought out the colour of your eyes in a way you'd never noticed before.
You smiled foolishly at your own reflection, your mind replaying the image of those honey-coloured eyes looking at you…
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after spending a considerable amount of time dragging out one spectacular misunderstanding, dr. lando norris finally manages to ask out the woman he's been secretly falling in love with for months (not that it's a secret to anyone). everything that follows only proves he should've done it much, much sooner.
genre: romance, romantic comedy, fluff, fluff, fluff, they are hopelessly in love.
warnings: dangerously high sugar levels, advanced downbadism, one emotionally intelligent man (it took him a while), one emotionally intelligent woman, one emotionally secure five-year-old, an absolutely irresponsible amount of fluff (tooth rotting, really).
word count: 8.4k
a/n: part two is here already! that was quick, yay! i had so much fun writing this one. lando is such a hopeless idiot. it's probably not perfectly polished, so there might still be a few mistakes, but i did my best to edit everything in time for you all to read it! happy reading. enjoy 🧡
It was an ordinary day at Niki Lauda General Hospital.
Everything was running as it always did: people coming and going, a slightly overcrowded reception filled with every kind of personality imaginable — some impatient, some genuinely unwell, others perfectly healthy and simply looking for a medical certificate to justify missing work, and children clutching enormous tablets in their hands.
Some doctors were finishing their night shifts or overnight on-call duties, making their way out with slumped shoulders and slightly zombified expressions, while others, a little more well-rested, were just arriving.
The contrast was Dr. Norris.
Unlike the past few weeks, there he was again with his gap-toothed smile, the one that made him look like one of the children he treated in Pediatrics, his backpack bouncing against his back as he greeted anyone unfortunate enough to fall within the reach of his cheerful gaze, patients and staff alike.
Had the soul of the hospital returned?
He turned into the Pediatrics corridor just in time to hear Dr. Nico Hülkenberg, the night pediatrician, drawl out a long, sing-song "Gabrielaaaa," which could only mean he'd just run into his unofficially adopted protégé, the very same Gabriel who loved giving Lando a hard time.
"Glad to see you're having fun without me," Lando said, bumping fists with Nico before flashing Gabriel a wink.
"I wouldn't call it fun. This old man only had four patients all night. You should seriously consider making him stay longer," Gabriel said, nudging Nico's arm with the edge of his clipboard.
Nico raised both hands in surrender and shrugged.
"I'm just glad the kids aren't getting sick. That's hardly my fault," he replied, straightening up. He slipped off his lab coat, draped it over Lando's shoulder, and gave his other shoulder two friendly pats. "Cheers, boys. I'm heading home. You don't have wives, but I do. Thank God.”
Gabriel turned his back on them and headed down the corridor, muttering, "Poor woman..." over his shoulder and earning a middle finger from Nico, who was already on his way out. Lando let out an easy laugh before stepping into his office.
Backpack behind the chair, Nico's lab coat hanging up, his own slipped over his shoulders, and the day's patient charts collected from reception.
For a moment, he let out a long sigh, lowering his head to look at the white desk where he worked every day. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it, but when his gaze drifted to the phone resting on its surface and the screen lit up with a single notification that read, Can't wait for tonight, Lando smiled, suddenly thinking that everything ordinary about his life was actually pretty wonderful.
The day dragged on far more slowly than Lando would have liked. Why did his working hours suddenly feel four times longer than usual? Every time he glanced at the clock, it seemed to be showing the exact same minute as before, as though time had simply decided not to move. His mind was running far ahead of reality.
He let out a slow breath and ran a hand over his face, pushing his curls back until the front of his hair stuck up in every direction. Lando closed his eyes.
He could hold out a little longer.
His thoughts wandered.
Would you be wearing a dress? It would be the first time he'd ever seen you in one. Would you wear that strawberry-pink lip gloss that made your lips so distractingly beautiful? Would the perfume you wore on a night out be the same one you always wore to the hospital?
...
Lando smiled to himself and let his hand fall back to his side.
"Quinn, you can come in," he called, pulling the little girl's chart from the stack of paperwork. A moment later, Quinn walked into the office hand in hand with her mother, and he greeted them with the same gentle warmth he always did.
***
Lunchtime took a rather different turn. It was an unusual combination: Oscar, Max, and Maya Weug from Physiotherapy, all sitting at the same table, somehow managing to take their break at the same time. Lando was the last to arrive, wandering into the staff lounge looking completely lost in his own world.
Oscar and Maya were in the middle of a surprisingly heated debate, punctuated by laughter and the occasional sound of utter disbelief from Oscar as Maya enthusiastically recounted the spectacular argument she'd had with Doriane from Phlebotomy at the end of the previous year. Max, however, was detached enough from the conversation to notice something the other two hadn't.
Lando hadn't greeted anyone.
He opened the staff fridge, took out the lunch he'd brought from home, transferred it onto a plate, and slid it into the microwave. While it was heating up, he barely looked up from his phone, his thumbs flying across the screen as he typed a reply to someone, a quiet laugh escaping him every few seconds.
"Well, well. Dr. Norris from Pediatrics. What an honour to have you grace our humble staff lounge," Max teased, taking a bite of the cereal bar he'd decided counted as dessert, his eyes fixed on Lando.
Still completely absorbed in his phone, Lando blinked in surprise and looked up at Max as though he were seeing him for the first time all day. Behind him, the microwave beeped.
"Good afternoon, Max. Good afternoon, Oscar. And good afternoon, dear Maya," he said, finally retrieving his plate, grabbing his cutlery, and closing the microwave door.
There wasn't even a smile on his face as he walked over and took the empty seat. It was simply... his usual expression. Calm. Content.
Oscar and Maya greeted him in return.
"Hey, Lando."
"Hi, Doc. Long time no see. We were just talking about the whole thing with Doriane."
Lando raised an interested eyebrow as he cut himself a piece of chicken, and Maya immediately picked the story back up.
But Max knew.
He narrowed his eyes, took another bite of his cereal bar, and looked Lando straight in the face.
"You're seeing someone, aren't you?”
In the middle of a bite, Lando froze, his forearm resting on the table, fork suspended in mid-air as one eyebrow slowly lifted. He didn't answer straight away. Instead, a quiet little laugh escaped him as he speared a potato with his fork.
"You are?" Maya asked, immediately abandoning her own story, now far more interested in this new development.
"That's good," Oscar said, folding his arms across his chest. "After everything with Theo's mum... that's good."
Lando's smile grew just a little, though he made a noticeable effort not to give himself away. Reaching across the table, he grabbed the jug of juice, which, incidentally, wasn't even his, and poured himself a cup.
"Mm-hmm," he replied.
Max wasn't letting him off that easily.
"You're not going to tell us who she is?”
Lando simply shrugged, looking absolutely insufferable, and took his time taking a sip of his juice. He held Max's gaze the entire time, as though deliberately winding him up — or perhaps simply enjoying watching him get progressively more irritated.
"Not a chance," he said at last.
The table immediately erupted into a chorus of protests.
"No!"
"Come on!"
"I want to know!"
Lando just sat there, smiling like an idiot in the middle of the chaos he'd created.
The wait had been a long one, but well worth it.
By the time Lando finally stepped outside the hospital and filled his lungs with the cool early evening air, he knew good things were on the horizon (or perhaps he was simply confident enough to believe he knew exactly what he was doing). He typed out, On my way home now! I'll meet you outside your place in a couple of hours, added an excited little emoji to the end of the message, and hit send with a grin that matched it perfectly.
Yeah.
He had a good feeling about tonight.
And yes, alright, he looked good.
After spending a rather embarrassingly long time deciding whether to wear the outfit he'd planned in advance or go with a different one, he finally settled on the one he knew suited him best: a pair of trousers with the perfect fit that did wonderful things for his legs — not too tight, not too loose. A simple neutral top paired perfectly with the dark jacket he threw on over it, and he finished everything off with the most expensive cologne in his collection.
He briefly considered wearing his cap backwards...
No. Far too cheeky.
Just the hair.
Nice.
With that sorted, he could finally move on to the first step of the evening. You probably already know what that is.
STEP ONE: SAY "HI"
Lando pulled up outside your charming little house, one of the semi-detached homes tucked away in the south of the city, and parked far enough away that he could see you standing on the front steps.
The first thing he noticed was that… Yes. You were wearing a dress. And perhaps he ought to stop thinking he looked quite so handsome because, apparently, there was an entirely new definition of beautiful that had just been introduced to him.
Fuck me.
Your legs were on display. It wasn't a long dress. It was a lovely little thing, short enough to feel like summer, and just long enough for him to imagine things. Far too many things. And the lipstick… Dark. Lando let out a low groan and tipped his head back.
Right.
He stepped out of the car, wrapped in confidence. The cheeky backwards cap had never really been a plausible option, but the smug smile remained. It was subtle, barely there, as he made his way towards you at an unhurried pace.
You were distracted, fidgeting with your fingers as you stared down at your phone. Nervous. Lando let out a quiet laugh. You looked up. He lifted his eyebrows.
"Hi," he said, the single word carrying the unmistakable feeling of there you are.
"...Hi." the word slipped out before you swallowed hard.
Step one had been completed with absolute success.
"Can I say something?" Lando asked, his voice quieter now.
You blinked, stepped down the last stair, and suddenly he was completely surrounded by your perfume. Yes. It was the same one.
"You can," you replied, now standing right in front of him.
Clicking his tongue softly, Lando let his eyes wander over you from head to toe before slowly lifting one hand. He hesitated for the briefest moment, letting it hover near your waist in a silent request for permission.
A small smile found your lips.
He let out a quiet, amused breath through his nose before gently resting his hand there, with no intention beyond simply touching you. He didn't pull you any closer. He just left it there, completely captivated by the experience.
And you… You could barely breathe.
"Thank God you're not married," he murmured at last, the words sounding almost like a secret.
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, so immediate that you clapped a hand over your mouth, embarrassed by the sound. Lando laughed too. He gently took your hand and lowered it from your face.
"Careful," he said. "Laughing at me is going to lead you down a very dangerous path."
He drew your arm a little closer and pressed a soft kiss to your wrist. Your eyes followed the movement, a shiver racing down your spine.
Oh, God.
"Is that so?" you asked as he finally laced his fingers with yours.
Another easy laugh escaped him. Lando seemed incapable of stopping. He was simply too happy.
"Well... it's a magician thing," he said, making one of your eyebrows arch.
"A magician thing..."
"Yeah. You laugh, and laugh, and laugh... and then, all of a sudden..." He paused dramatically. "Your clothes disappear."
This time you burst into laughter, loud enough to make you duck your head and hide your face against his shoulder. The very next second, you were telling him to shut up as the two of you walked towards the car, Lando coming out with one silly thing after another, as though to guarantee that this had been the best idea the two of you had ever had.
STEP TWO: BOAT TRIP UNDER THE STARS.
A lovely restaurant, a good bottle of wine, and a conversation that never seemed to run out. Somewhere between the middle and the end of the evening, Lando began to wonder whether he might actually be living in some strange alternate reality.
You caught him staring at you after taking another bite of your pasta, which made you reach for your napkin and dab at the corner of your mouth.
"What?"
Lando shook his head and took a sip of his wine. Before answering, he seemed to think about it for a moment.
"Nothing. It's just..." A soft, disbelieving laugh slipped out. "Us. Sitting here. After an entire year of... all of that. It just feels a bit..."
"Surreal?"
He considered the word for a second before giving a small nod.
"Yeah. I think that's it." He shrugged, tilting his head ever so slightly as he looked at you through his lashes. "I spent a very long time thinking this would never be a possibility." His smile softened. "And now you're here. Properly here.”
Your laugh was just as silly, filled with that same endearing warmth, and you leaned in ever so slightly. You were already sitting close together, but there was still room to move a little closer.
"Without white sterile walls and a line of little ones with runny noses?" you asked, gently lightening the mood.
His eyes dropped to yours, then briefly to your lips before finding your gaze again.
"Careful what you say about them," he replied. "I'm a proud defender of the little ones."
Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you smiled.
"I know. I've been watching it for months." You tilted your head. "It's adorable."
His hand came to rest lightly against your thigh, not claiming space, not demanding anything, but with the same quiet certainty it had carried when it had rested at your waist an hour earlier.
"I think we're getting a bit sidetracked here," he murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I didn't come here to be adorable.”
"Then what did you come here for?"
"To impress you. Wasn't that obvious?"
"Impress me?" You let out a small, amused laugh. "It might actually be working."
"Is it?"
"It is."
"Good." A grin spread across his face. "Because I've got one more thing to show you."
With that, he leaned back slightly, his hand slipping away from your thigh, leaving the warmth of his touch lingering behind. He caught the waiter's attention, asked for the bill, and a minute later the evening had been paid for.
He stood, held out his hand to you, and smiled.
"Come on.”
The drive to the docks wasn't long, but it felt like an adventure.
Over the next five minutes, you kept trying to guess what Lando had planned, while he alternated between laughing at you and replying with, "No," "Nope," and "Not even close.”
That's when you heard the waves crashing against the rocks. You noticed the city lights gradually fading into the background, replaced by the lights lining the pier and the countless boats and yachts scattered across the bay — more than you had ever imagined you'd one day find yourself so close to.
Your eyes immediately found Lando's, full of questions, the obvious one already written all over your face. He simply shrugged, stepped out of the car, and walked around to your side.
"Lando, I didn't come wearing flip-flops, you know," you said with that quiet irony that carried the real question underneath.
"And I didn't bring my beach bag or sunscreen," he replied, flashing you such a smug little wink that you couldn't help rolling your eyes as he helped you out of the car.
Once you were both standing by the car, he cleared his throat, scratched his chin, and looked at you for a moment.
"Right..." he said at last. "I'm going to need you to close your eyes.”
Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes narrowed at him. You were suspicious, of course. Lando had been full of mysteries ever since the evening began.
"I'll close my eyes because Theo absolutely adores you," you said. He took your hand, waiting patiently for you to finish. "Which means you're trustworthy. He doesn't like just anyone."
You closed your eyes.
His fingers tightened gently around yours. Lando was smiling so broadly that, had your eyes been open, you would've seen it.
"That little boy has brought so many good things into my life that I honestly don't even know how big a birthday present I should get him. It's got to be something big."
Slowly, he began guiding you towards the pier. You let yourself switch off completely, trusting wherever he was taking you. So much so that you simply carried on with the conversation, a quiet laugh escaping you.
"Speaking of that..." you said. "His birthday's coming up." Another little laugh. "He says he wants it to be Hulk-themed, which I thought was a bit funny. He's only become obsessed with Hulk recently, and I didn't even think children still liked him that much.”
"You'd be surprised! There always seems to come a point where most little boys want to be Spider-Man or Hulk."
"Which one were you, then?"
"Hulk, obviously." He glanced down at his own arms. "Have you seen the size of my biceps?"
"Mm. Not yet."
Okay, you'd caught him off guard. Damn it. Lando was blushing.
"Good one," he said, biting his lip.
You laughed. Again.
For a moment, he didn't say anything else. Despite being obviously flustered, Lando was also far too busy making sure you didn't trip over a rock or stumble as the pier sloped upwards, which drew a brief little "Ooh!" from you as you felt the incline beneath your feet.
"I'm so curious. You won't give me a single clue!"
"Clues ruin surprises."
"How boring," you said, feigning complete disbelief. But you weren't finished yet. "When did you even plan all of this?"
Lando thought for a moment. He considered whether he should tell you. He was already blushing enough as it was...
"I..." He hesitated, giving your hand a slightly firmer squeeze. "I... just kept a list of places I'd always thought it'd be nice to take you."
Hang on. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?
You stopped walking, forcing him to stop as well. He looked at you, just the slightest bit alarmed, blinking several times.
"What?" he asked. "Was that a bad thing?"
"If my eyes weren't closed," you said, "I'd kiss you right now."
...
His shoulders dropped with relief, every bit of tension melting away. It was gradually replaced by that familiar, teasing smile that was so unmistakably Lando.
"Well, if that's the only problem..." But you didn't let him finish.
Your hand lifted to his face, aiming for his mouth but missing completely and landing over his nose instead, making him laugh at your clumsiness.
"Surprise first. Kiss later." A tiny smile tugged at your lips. "And then... the biceps."
"My biceps interest you, do they?"
"Very much.”
Lando bit the inside of his cheek at that comment because, yes, you did have a way of making him look a little ridiculous.
He simply carried on towards the final destination. There wasn't much left for you to trip over now, so he guided you with ease. As you got closer, he exchanged a few words with someone, making your eyebrows lift with curiosity, then he helped you up a few more steps.
Everything was uncertain, but the waves crashed somewhere below, the sea breeze sent your hair dancing through the air, and… Everything was perfect.
"You can open your eyes now," he said.
And you did.
The moment your eyes opened, the sky stretched endlessly above you. Far from the city's artificial lights, the stars shone brighter than you'd ever seen them before. And there were so many. So many! Your lips parted in astonishment as you took a step forward onto the...
The boat?
You looked down at the wooden deck, then towards the cabin. A little further ahead sat one of those elegant cushioned lounges you'd spent your whole life seeing in magazines.
Then your eyes found him.
Lando Norris.
Standing a few steps away, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watched you. There was barely a smile on his lips, but it was unmistakable in his eyes. Lando always smiled with his eyes. They never lied.
You walked towards him. Slowly. You stopped in front of him and tucked your hands behind your back. He noticed the way your chest was rising and falling far too quickly, your breathing uneven despite your best efforts.
"What?" he asked softly, almost in a whisper.
There was no laughter now.
"I really need to kiss you.”
Lando nodded and closed the distance between you with one final step.
He lifted a hand, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek, lingering there for a brief moment… Just a brief moment. Your eyes drifted shut once more as you leaned in ever so slightly, tilting your head up towards him. Lando's thumb brushed across your lips, then drifted down to your chin, tracing a gentle line beneath it.
It was almost as though he were testing the waters, making sure this moment was real.
Without the slightest hint of haste, Lando lowered his head and let his lips meet yours.
Oh. So this was what it felt like.
The sounds of nature faded away. There was no music in your mind, no cacophony of everyday thoughts. Lando couldn't remember work, appointments, or even the time when he hadn't been allowed to do this. A reality in which his lips never had the chance to find yours simply didn't make sense.
When you finally pulled apart, Lando was still looking into your eyes, and the sight of him stole the breath from your lungs. Even then, he continued to guide you, gently leading you over to the cushioned lounge at the bow of the boat.
He helped you sit down before… Before kneeling in front of you. You looked at him, your shoulders drawing in slightly, your lips parting in quiet surprise.
Lando pressed a kiss to one knee… Then the other. After that, his long fingers wrapped gently around your ankles as he slipped off your shoes, one at a time, slowly, as though they were something precious, setting them safely to one side. Then he straightened up, moved round beside you, and lay back, patting the empty space next to him for you to lie down as well.
Of course you did. Slowly. You could still feel the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips, and the memory of his fingers burning softly against your skin. You were still getting used to this new kind of closeness.
Lying on your sides, your hair kept falling into your face until you tucked it behind your ear. You looked at Lando.
Your hand lifted to his face without a second thought, coming to rest against his cheek in a gentle caress. Just as instinctively, he covered it with his own, closing his eyes.
"So..." you whispered, your voice barely louder than the sea around you. "You really thought we could never have this?"
A slow smile spread across Lando's face, but he nodded.
"Yeah... I..." He let out a quiet breath. "I got it wrong."
"You could've just asked me."
"I know." He gave a tiny shrug. "I just thought it was obvious."
A little laugh escaped you.
"Marcus is going to lose his mind when he finds out."
"Everyone at the hospital will as well."
He opened his eyes to find you looking back at him, one eyebrow raised.
"The hospital already knows?"
"The people at the hospital are unbearable." He huffed a laugh. "Every time I turned up in a good mood, they kept winding me up, saying it must be one of Theo's appointment days."
"And were they right?"
He looked at you with the flattest expression imaginable before closing his eyes again and letting his hand drift to your waist.
"I'm not answering that."
You laughed again.
Another smile found his lips, and the hand resting against your waist finally drew you closer until your body settled comfortably against his.
"Hmm..." you murmured, letting your nose brush lightly against his. "What's this?"
"Me trying to make you laugh a little bit more," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss against your lips.
You smiled as you immediately stole another.
"Does that mean..."
He interrupted with a small nod.
"Yeah." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "But only if you want to."
"Laugh, laugh, laugh... clothes disappear..." you murmured, adopting an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression that made both of his eyebrows shoot upwards in encouragement.
The two of you burst into laughter again.
"I can tell it's starting to work," he said.
You cupped his face in your hand and drew him closer. With your lips brushing his, you whispered,
"Shhh."
Then you parted your lips ever so slightly and pulled him back into another kiss.
PART THREE: WOULD RATHER NOT SAY.
Yeah… I think that one's going to remain a secret.
It felt rather wonderful knowing Lando had been clever enough to plan the date for the day before his day off, which meant waking up exactly like this: with you beside him, your face still creased from the pillow and the faint imprint of something outlining your other cheek.
For a moment, he simply let himself be swept away by it. Was this really happening?
It was as though reality was only just beginning to catch up with him, slowly bringing back memories of the night before and everything that had happened since that fateful afternoon at the hospital, when he'd slipped his number onto the back of a contact card.
A quiet laugh escaped Lando. You nestled a little closer, still hopelessly sleepy. It was adorable.
"You should get a bit more sleep..." you murmured, your voice rough with sleep.
He brushed your hair back from your forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"You go back to sleep," he murmured in return. "I'm not going anywhere."
You gave a shake of your head.
"You work so hard every day. You need to rest."
A low chuckle escaped him as he continued to stroke your hair.
"I'm used to waking up at this time.”
There was no further argument, much as you would've liked there to be. There probably could've been one, but Lando decided that the sleepy grunt you let out before letting your head fall helplessly back onto the pillow didn't exactly count as a convincing argument.
That peaceful quiet lingered for a while before the two of you finally got up and found other ways to fill the day.
Breakfast. An attempt at lunch that somehow ended with a perfectly cooked omelette and the half-finished carton of orange juice already sitting in the fridge. Then came the rather astonishing discovery that Lando had an entire cupboard overflowing with board games.
What a nerd!
That was the afternoon.
You started with Hues and Cues, and after that came a card game Lando had learned on a trip to South America, one he spent the better part of half an hour trying to teach you before you eventually gave up because it was far too difficult. Then came Uno, followed by a game of Monopoly that never seemed to end. You laughed yourself silly every single time Lando landed in jail because it happened so often it genuinely felt like a curse. Poor thing.
At one point, your brother sent you a photo to let you know they were on their way home from their trip. You held your phone up for Lando to see, and he shuffled across the rug until he was sitting beside you, smiling at the picture.
"They always send me one photo when they're heading home," you said, "and another when they actually get there." Your eyes lifted to meet his. "So I know they made it back safely."
Of course Lando remembered the story you'd told him about Theo's mum and the accident. He gave a small nod, rested his chin on your shoulder, and looked back at the photo. Theo, Marcus and Marcus's new girlfriend, Sarah.
"Does Theo know?" he asked quietly.
You nodded.
"He does. He says his mummy is the brightest star in the sky." A small smile found your lips. "He came up with that himself."
Your voice caught just a little as you spoke, though the smile never disappeared. A gentle laugh escaped Lando.
"He's a clever little boy."
"He really is." You rested your head lightly against his. "Ever since everything happened, I've been helping both of them through it. Our family's in the next town over, so they can't come over all the time."
You smiled softly.
"It's just been the three of us."
"Five now," Lando corrected, pointing first at himself, then at Sarah.
Your smile only grew.
You locked your phone, set it down on the coffee table beside the board games, then suddenly launched yourself at him, sending Lando sprawling backwards onto the rug while you landed on top of him.
"You're..." you murmured. "Ugh."
Before he could even think about answering, you kissed him instead. Lando decided that was a much better response anyway.
When Marcus got back late that evening, he headed straight to your place. He had far too much to tell you about the trip, about Theo and Sarah getting on so well, and about how happy everything had made him. He hadn't even bothered texting first. You were always home.
When he rang the doorbell, though, there wasn't a trace of you.
Naturally, he frowned and pulled out his phone to call, just to make sure you were still alive. Maybe you'd fallen asleep. Or maybe... No. He wasn't even going to think about that.
You answered on the fifth ring.
"Marcus! Hi! Are you alright? Are you guys home already?" you asked immediately, your voice carrying that unmistakable hint of guilt he'd recognise anywhere.
His hand went to the back of his head, scratching absently.
"We are. Sorry I didn't send you a picture—I wanted it to be a surprise," he replied, knocking on the door again. "Can you let me in?"
Silence.
...
...
"Ah, well..." you began awkwardly. "I... I'm not home."
Hm? That was new.
"You're not home?" Marcus glanced at his watch, one eyebrow lifting. "Oh. That's alright. I can come back tomorrow."
With that, he turned and started walking down the steps.
"Sorry," you said. "So... how was the trip?"
A smile spread across his face almost instantly.
"It was great. I think I'd rather tell you all about it in person. Theo's been dying to tell you a few things."
"I've missed you both so much! We should go to the bakery."
"Definitely," he agreed, pressing the button to unlock the car. "Actually..." He paused for a second. "Do you want to tell me where you are?"
He heard you laugh on the other end of the line, and his hand stopped halfway to the car door.
"It's actually kind of a funny story," you said. He waited. "I'm at Lando's."
The first thing that crossed Marcus's mind was that Lando was definitely a man's name. He frowned. It wasn't jealousy. It was simply that, for a very long time, you'd never mentioned being at anyone else's house.
But… Lando? Lando? Where on earth had he heard that name before?
His eyes widened.
"Lando?!" he blurted out, actually leaning forward in disbelief.
Your laugh turned lighter, bubbling into something almost childlike.
"Bye, Marcus!"
"Hey, wait a sec—"
But you'd already hung up.
Shaking his head, rubbing a hand across his forehead, Marcus couldn't help smiling. At least now he knew one thing for certain: you were happy.
Theo's birthday came around three weeks later, and somewhere in the middle of it all, Lando received the invitation.
Not long after your first date, Theo's follow-up appointment to go over the results of his blood tests had been scheduled, and the two of you showed up together. This time, Marcus came as well, though at your request, he waited outside while you took Theo in.
That day proved especially difficult for Lando because he discovered he was perhaps the worst person in the world at keeping a secret (particularly one that made him smile so much his cheeks actually hurt).
The moment you stepped through the door and Theo came running towards him, he came dangerously close to melting on the spot.
"Uncle Lando, look!" Theo beamed, his voice carrying that wide-eyed excitement only children seemed capable of. "Daddy and Auntie said I could give this to you!"
Theo held out the brightly coloured invitation, and Lando took it. His eyes first skimmed over the details before settling on the little Hulk illustrations and, just beneath them, his own name, written in a wobbly handwriting that could only have belonged to the little boy himself.
Lando immediately crouched down to Theo's height, ruffled his hair, and opened his arms, pulling him into a warm hug.
"Of course I'll be there, mate. Thank you so much for inviting me." That only made Theo hug him even tighter.
"Auntie said you can come to all my birthdays now! And Christmas! And my school plays, and..."
Someone cleared their throat above them.
It was you, looking thoroughly embarrassed while Theo happily continued revealing every thought that crossed his mind.
"Theo, I think—" you began, hoping to stop the little speech that was steadily giving everything away.
Theo tried to interrupt you, but Lando's laugh came a little faster.
"I can't promise I'll make it to absolutely everything," he told Theo, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before standing back up. "But your auntie's right. I'll get to be there for some of those things now.”
"That's so cool!" Theo exclaimed, before carrying on with another million things he simply had to say as he wandered over to the chair where he always sat at the beginning of his appointments.
Lando looked up at you.
You were blushing, and just a little shyer than the woman he remembered. It was, without question, your most adorable version.
"So..." he said, a teasing little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You want me at all the family events now, hm?"
Your eyes met his before you clicked your tongue and made your way towards your usual chair, making absolutely sure he noticed the smile you were trying to hide.
God, it took every ounce of self-control he had not to kiss you right then and there.
The appointment carried on exactly as it should. Lando went over the blood test results with both of you (Theo was perfectly healthy) and reassured his little patient that, no, he wouldn't have to go through another blood test like that for a very long time.
He walked the two of you to the door once the appointment was over. Despite the slight awkwardness of meeting Marcus for the first time after the whole misunderstanding had finally been cleared up, the two men greeted each other with a firm handshake that told Lando everything he needed to know.
Before you left, you shot him a little wink.
Yeah. Lando really did have remarkable self-control.
On the day of the party, Lando found himself in a rather curious position. He wasn't arriving as a guest.
A few hours before everything was due to begin, you'd called him and asked, How are your lungs? I think we could use an extra pair to blow up some balloons. What do you think?
For a moment, he froze.
Was this... actually alright? Were they really at the stage of their relationship where he got to help set up a child's birthday party? Well... if you were asking… Lando decided to take the risk.
As he texted back to say yes, he was already searching for his backpack, the clothes he'd be wearing to the party, and everything else he might need. There probably wouldn't be time to come back home and get changed afterwards, would there? There were suddenly far too many things to think about all at once.
Less than fifteen minutes later, he was on his way to the venue, his heart beating just a little faster than usual. It didn't finally settle until he rang the doorbell and you opened the door.
You weren't dressed up. Not even close. You were wearing a pair of pyjama shorts, an old T-shirt, and your hair was piled into the messiest little bun imaginable. You looked absolutely incredible.
"Yay, you're here! Come on!" you said, greeting him with a quick peck on the lips.
It caught him slightly off guard before you slipped your fingers through his and tugged him inside.
Hm. Alright. Lando liked this. Very, very much. His stomach was doing somersaults.
Everything about that moment felt so familiar that Lando simply stopped overthinking and threw himself into it.
Theo was everywhere at once, kicking balloons, racing around the room, and letting out little growls to make it perfectly clear that he was, in fact, the Hulk. Lando even pretended to be frightened a few times, gently bopping him on the head with a balloon, which earned a laugh from you every single time.
Marcus was there too, hanging a banner across the wall, hammering something into place, and somehow alternating between blowing up balloons, being rescued by the Hulk, and putting up decorations. Between the three of them, they somehow managed to get everything done.
Sarah arrived about an hour later in the bakery's delivery van. The three of you went to help her unload everything, and it was the first time Lando was properly introduced to her, even though he already recognised her from the bakery.
What a bizarre coincidence.
Cakes, sweets, savoury party food... everything was finally in place.
Lando had never realised just how much work went into putting together a children's birthday party.
"Tired?" you asked, walking over to him and slipping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.
A smile appeared on Lando's face almost instantly. He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"A little," he admitted. "But it was really nice." He hugged you a little tighter. "Thanks for asking me to come."
You nodded, your smile growing.
"Thanks for coming," you replied, tilting your head back so you could look at him properly. "Come back to my place with me so we can get ready. Sound good?”
He had no reason to say no.
Lando leaned down to steal one more kiss, this time a soft peck against your lips, before letting you slip from his arms so the two of you could finally make yourselves presentable for the party, which was due to begin before long.
The party was an absolute success.
Lando even ran into two of his little patients, classmates of Theo's, who looked thoroughly confused to find Dr. Lando there. They accepted it surprisingly quickly, though, because the entertainer dressed as the Hulk had just arrived, and that was infinitely more exciting than anything else.
You took what felt like a million photos throughout the afternoon, including several of Lando almost dropping whipped cream onto his own clothes and ending up with a smear of it across his nose.
By the end of it all, the two of you were sitting side by side at one of the tables, your fingers intertwined beneath it, watching Sarah straighten Theo's outfit while Marcus looked at the two of them with absolute adoration.
Lando noticed you biting the inside of your cheek, as though you were trying to hold something back.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
Your gaze dropped to the table, and a small, guilty laugh escaped you before you looked back at him.
"I don't know... I think it's..." You took a slow breath. "A mixture of things."
Your eyes drifted back to the little family in front of you.
"I love seeing Marcus and Theo this happy." A soft smile spread across your face. "Look at the way that giant's looking at Sarah."
Lando laughed under his breath, nodding in agreement. Marcus's love wasn't exactly subtle.
"But?" he prompted gently.
You swallowed.
"Ah... it's a bit silly." You smiled, already trying to defend yourself. "Don't think I'm always like this, because I'm really not."
He waited.
"Ever since Theo's mum passed away, I sort of... took some responsibilities onto myself." You glanced sideways at him. "That's why you thought what you thought."
The look you gave him carried just the slightest hint of teasing, even if every word was true. Lando closed his eyes for a brief moment, smiling to himself before giving a small nod.
"Fair enough."
"It was just the three of us, like I told you." Your voice softened. "And now..." You looked back at Marcus, Sarah, and Theo. "...now there's someone else to take care of them.”
Lando let his thumb slowly stroke the back of your hand, carefully weighing his words as he listened to everything you were saying.
"I know I'm not going to stop being important," you added. "But... my heart feels just a little bit heavier.”
He narrowed his eyes.
"You're jealous," he teased.
"Oh, shut up," you grumbled playfully, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
The two of you shared a quiet laugh, and Lando pulled you a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
"It's silly. I told you," you murmured.
He shook his head.
"It's not silly at all," he said softly before continuing. "You lost someone important too. Not just Marcus and Theo. She was your family."
His thumb continued to stroke the back of your hand.
"Then you stepped into whatever spaces needed filling alongside your brother, doing everything you could to give Theo the best childhood possible in the middle of all that grief. You became such a strong, completely selfless source of support."
His voice softened even further.
"They're your family.”
For a moment, you looked up at him, but your eyes filled with tears so quickly that the only thing you could do was hide your face against him again. Your shoulders trembled. Lando knew you were crying, so he simply held you.
One minute passed. Then another.
By the time you finally calmed down and took a deep breath, he smiled to himself.
"Well..." he began. "Lucky for you, a ridiculously handsome doctor came along and rescued you from all that pain. Proper prince on a white horse, really."
Your sob turned, almost instantly, into laughter.
Lando laughed with you as he gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, and before he knew it, you were pulling him impossibly close again. Somehow… Everything felt absolutely perfect.
"Where's this prince on a white horse, then?" you asked, doing nothing more than teasing him.
"Oi!" he protested, placing a dramatically offended hand against his chest.
Still laughing, still smiling far too much, you leaned in and captured his lips in the gentlest kiss imaginable.
"Dad! Sarah! Look! Uncle Lando loves Auntiiiiie!"
Theo's voice cut straight through the moment, followed immediately by Marcus bursting into shameless laughter and a thoroughly horrified Sarah.
The two of you didn't pull apart straight away. Instead, you kept your eyes closed, gently shaking your head.
"That boy really has a way with words..." you murmured, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
Lando laughed, carefully tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
"So proud of him..."
And that was exactly how the day came to an end.
A birthday party, family, one wonderfully mischievous little boy... and everything exactly as it should be.
It didn't take long for everyone at the hospital to find out either. They already knew Lando had been seeing someone, they just had no idea who she was. So when he showed up with you to the staff's happy hour the following week, Oscar looked at the two of you with one eyebrow raised while Max was the first to speak.
"Aren't you Theo's guardian?"
The two of you, being the pair of idiots you were, simply shrugged and burst into laughter.
"My God..." Oscar muttered, staring at Lando in disbelief. "And here I was thinking you'd finally moved on..."
Even so, he got to his feet, offered you his hand, and greeted you with a broad smile.
Lando, meanwhile, was desperately trying to warn both his friends — and, preferably, the rest of the table as well — not to embarrass him. George, naturally, ignored every silent plea.
"This bloke spent the entire year one step away from kissing the ground you walk on, you know."
"Oh, so you're the one!" Nico exclaimed, getting up to shake your hand. "I work the night shift in Paediatrics. You were basically a legend to me.”
You looked completely delighted, listening to all of them and joining in with the conversation while Lando's face grew redder by the second.
"Guys, come on... it wasn't exactly like that..." he tried to protest.
Gabriel cut him off, launching into the story of one particular day that… No. Lando didn't even want to hear it.
Another round of drinks arrived, the food you'd ordered was brought over, and at one point you excused yourself to use the bathroom leaving him alone in the lions' den. Everyone behaved themselves right up until you disappeared around the corner.
"She's Theo's aunt, by the way," Lando said to Max, fishing a little cheese bite from the sharing platter.
"Mate..." Max said, taking a sip of his beer. "That's actually unbelievable. How did this even happen?"
"Oh..." Lando smiled, shrugging as he took a sip of his bright orange drink. "My charm. You know how it is."
Oscar, who'd been listening the entire time, burst into laughter, while Max had to cover his face with one hand. Lando didn't even bother pretending not to laugh himself, though he wasn't about to offer any further explanation.
"What'd I miss?" you asked as you returned, slipping back into your seat.
"They were asking how we ended up together," he replied with an innocent shrug.
"You told them you thought my brother and I—"
His eyes went wide. Without a second's hesitation, he pressed his index finger gently against your lips.
"That secret stays between us. Shhh."
You laughed, taking his hand away from your face.
"Alright. I promise no one will ever find out about your little misunderstanding.”
The evening carried on, and like every moment the two of you shared, it became another one in a long line of precious memories. And, of course, it wasn't the last time you went out with his friends. Eventually, they became yours too.
You met Lando's family, who adored you from the very beginning and never once made you feel like an outsider. You became one of their girls, almost like another daughter, another sister. Soon enough, the two families were spending time together as well, and naturally, Cisca adored Theo as though he were her own grandson.
It took Lando two years of dating before he asked you to marry him.
By then, the two of you had already been living together for a year and a half — a decision some people thought you'd made a little too quickly, but one that had always felt completely right to both of you.
Now, with a well-earned holiday finally ahead of you, Lando had taken you to Italy.
At some point, during one of the countless nights you'd spent talking before falling asleep, you'd casually mentioned that it had always been your dream to go there.
He'd remembered.
And one ordinary evening, after coming home from work, he'd surprised you with two plane tickets waiting in his hands.
It was on one knee, upon the stone terrace of a hanging garden overlooking the Amalfi Coast, that Lando held up the little velvet box.
His speech went rather poorly. Not because he hadn't thought about what he wanted to say, but because he couldn't quite decide whether he was supposed to laugh or cry. For one long moment, you said nothing. You didn't jump. You didn't squeal. You simply froze.
Your chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and just before Lando had the chance to panic, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled him up from the ground, and kissed him with an enthusiasm that was, admittedly, entirely inappropriate for such a peaceful place.
So what?
"Yes." A kiss. "Yes." Another kiss. "Yes!"
His heart impossibly full, Lando let out a disbelieving laugh as he gently slipped the ring onto your finger. Only then did the first tear slowly roll down your cheek, just as the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen spread across your face.
Despite how long it had taken… Despite everything that had come before… Despite one spectacular misunderstanding… Lando knew he wouldn't have traded any of it for the world.
His best friend. And now… For the rest of your lives.
"I'm going to be a wife now!" you said, your eyebrows shooting up as that tiny little detail suddenly occurred to you.
Lando let out a quiet groan and dropped his head onto your shoulder.
"To the right person this time," you murmured.
A smile spread across his face. Then his eyes drifted to the ring sparkling on your finger...
