#formule one

“What do you want for dessert?” You ask Lando. You’re looking at the menu, still not knowing what you want to eat. You’re doubting between your normal choice or something new. There are so many good options that it’s just unfair to make someone chose only one. 

“I don’t know yet, I’m doubting between the crème brûlée and that caramel mouse one,” Lando tells you, “I only know for sure what I want to eat after.”

You look surprised at him. What’s he talking about? 

“You.”

Your stomach tightens itself in a knot. You can’t even think about dessert anymore. What is Lando doing to you? How can he have the power over you with only the most simple words? Fuck. You’re already in to deep. 

“Or are we still going to pretend this isn’t going to happen again?” Lando asks you suddenly. 

You stay silent for a bit. There are multiple options to chose from. You know that Lando is probably talking about the sex between the two of you. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want this to stop but you also don’t want the drama that will come from it. What to do?

“Do you want it to happen again?” You ask Lando, giving yourself a little bit more time to think about what else to say. 

“Of course,” Lando answers without hesitation, “What about you?”

“Me too,” you tell Lando without even thinking about it.

“Then what’s the problem?” Lando asks you further.

You stay silent for a bit, thinking about the different problems. You know it will cause problems when your boss finds out, but that isn’t really important anymore since you already told him when you will quit. The main problem is probably George. What will happen if he finds out? The last weeks you have the feeling that George isn’t done with you, he keeps sending you texts and keeps asking for your attention. George will be extremely angry, making your job insufferable as well for as long you’re still there. And you don’t know what he will do to Lando. What if he will talk shit about Lando? What if Lando looses his friends because of George. And then the other problem, you’ve had your fair share of social media haters. George and you never came out to the public about your relationship, George didn’t want to. But still, there were so many fans noticing and sending hate to you. What if those people find out about you swinging from George to Lando? You like your Instagram page, you want it to be your safe place and not a place filled with hate and mean words.

And then you haven’t even thought about the biggest problem. What if you catch feelings for Lando? Maybe you can already say that you’re catching feelings. The way you feel when you’re with him is different. But still, you can’t catch feelings for Lando. After all, he would never feel the same for you. For him this is about the sex. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

“There are multiple problems,” you say after a while, “First of all, what are we doing? I guess this is some kind of friends with benefits situation? Only sex?”

Lando feels disappointed by your words. Friends with benefits situation. He’d hoped that you would recognize his feelings for what they are. He has a massive crush on you, since the first day he met you. He never told you because he didn’t know how, and after a while you belonged to George. His crush never faded away. And now, when he finally has a chance with you it’s in a weird friends with benefits situation. He sighs softly, but thinks about the chances this will give him. Maybe he can make you fall in love while being in this weird situation? 

“I guess so,” Lando responds.

“Okay, then we need some rules,” you tell Lando, “Some rules that will help this not turning into a mess.”

Lando simply nods, maybe you’re right? 

“Okay, first of all. I want this to be exclusive,” you tell Lando, “I don’t want you to have sex with others as long as we’re doing this.”

Lando feels happy about the first rule you’re suggesting. He nods, “I don’t want that either, so I stand by that rule.” 

“If you want to fuck someone else that’s okay, but that also means that this is done,” you tell him, Lando nods again. He almost tells you that he doesn’t want someone else. 

“I think it’s wise to stay out of the media,” Lando says, “I don’t want you to receive the online hate.” 

You are speechless for a couple seconds. George never thought about you this way. He didn’t care what was photographed, he just didn’t put a label on it for the media. When you told him you didn’t want to be exposed all the time, he just told you to deal with it. 

“I agree,” you tell Lando, you try to hide your excitement about his previous statement, 

“Okay, so no others and no media. I also suggest that we don’t tell anyone else. Maybe a really close friend, but this can’t go around at the paddock,” you continue, “I don’t want to know what George will do when he finds out, so let’s make sure that he’s not finding out.”

“I also don’t want to get in a fist fight with George, so that’s a good rule,” Lando says, “but I might tell Max.” 

You nod at that, “Have you anything else?” 

“I don’t think so? I do think it’s smart to hold our distance in public if we don’t want anyone to find out,” Lando tells you.

“That’s a good one!” You exclaim, “So that would mean no dates and maybe not too much contact on race weekends? We can be seen together sometime, but not too often and too close.” 

“Already breaking the first rule by being here,” Lando says with a smile. You laugh, “Oops.”

“Lastly, I think we need to stop when there are getting feelings involved. I don’t want this to turn in to a mess,” you tell Lando carefully. You can only hope you will follow your own rule. 

“Yeah, if someone catches feelings we need to be honest and stop,” Lando replies. He’s already breaking multiple rules this evening. First by taking you out for dinner, now for continuing when there are already feelings involved from his side. He’s not going to be honest. This might be his only chance to really get to know you on this level. 

“Okay, so that’s it. No others, no public dates, not telling people and no feelings,” you sum everything up. Lando nods. 

A waitress shows up next to your table, “Do you have made a choice for dessert?” She asks. 

You don’t know what to say. You completely forgot about dessert. Just when you decide to go for your safe option, Lando opens up his mouth and starts talking. 

“Can you maybe make some kind of sharing platter? I don’t really care what it includes as long there’s a crème brûlée on it,” he asks the waitress. 

It’s not the first time that Lando surprises you, but still. He’s perfect boyfriend material, it’s so unfair now you think about it. He should do things like this for a girl he actually likes. You want to tell him something like that, but you don’t know if you should. It’s nice to have this for yourself, but Lando also deserves to know that his behavior is boyfriend material. 

When the waitress returns, she’s holding an amazing plate of multiple small desserts. You quickly take a picture for your private Instagram stories. For once not caring about George’s opinion about it. 

“This looks amazing,” you tell Lando happily. 

The both of you start eating. While enjoying your dessert, you can’t stop thinking about this new formed situation with Lando. Will this end up as something you’re going to regret? You’ve never heard of a friends with benefits situation going right. You got yourself involved in a mess. But when you look at Lando you already forget all about the mess. This is going to be worth it. This will be a thing that you don’t want to miss. 

**

Lando and you are sitting in his McLaren. He’s bringing you back to the hotel. You look around in the sport car, you’ve never seen one from the inside. It looks amazing. When you arrive in front of your apartment, Lando is quick to step out of the car and open the door for you. You frown, what is he doing? 

“Didn’t know you were such a gentleman for the girl you’re fucking with,” you tell Lando with a small smile. 

Lando laughs softly. He almost tells you that he’s trying to be more then that, but he holds back the words. Instead he goes for a flirty response, “I’m just trying to get in to your hotel room.”

You laugh with Lando. Together the two of you are walking inside to hotel. Lando’s hand is on your back while doing so. You have a small smile laying on your face. Together you step in to the elevator. Lando’s hands are still all over you. He holds you close to him. You can’t help yourself and tease him a bit, grinding your ass slowly over his dick. 

“If I were you I’d stop teasing me,” Lando mutters in your ear, “because I can be a tease as well. Maybe I’ll bring you close to your orgasm the whole night and deny it from you every time.”

You quickly stop your movements. You don’t want him to do that later. But you do feel turned on because of his words.

The elevator stops on the first floor. You see how the doors open, but you don’t really think about it. Lando is still holding you closely to himself, you are pressed up against him. When you notice who’s standing in front of you, you almost jump away from Lando. You try to do it more subtle, slowly moving away from Lando. His hands have left your body. He steps away from you as well. 

“Y/N? Lando?”

In front of you is standing George. He’s getting in the elevator with you as well. Fuck. If there’s something you’re not in the mood for it’s this. To be honest, the thing you are in the mood for includes only you and Lando. 

You sigh. George always knows how to ruin something good. 

“What are the two of you doing together?” George asks. 

“Nothing it was just a coincidence that we met in the elevator,” you tell George. 

“Why was he holding you like that?” George continues to ask.

You don’t know an answer this quick. It’s Lando who answers quick enough.

“She just congratulated me with my podium,” he tells George, “So we hugged, since that’s a pretty normal thing to do by congratulating.” 

“So there’s nothing going on between you two?” George asks.

Lando and you both deny it. There’s nothing going on between the two of you. At least, nothing that concerns George according to you two. The elevator stops on your floor, you look a bit hopeless at Lando. What’s next? You wanted him to join you, but that’s impossible now. Thanks to George. 

“Let me walk you to your room Y/N,” George tells you. You just nod. You’re not in the mood to argue with him about it. It’s no use to do so. You walk out of the elevator with George, leaving Lando behind. 

When Lando arrives on his own floor he still can’t stop thinking about you and George. It’s annoying, but he can’t stop himself from doing so. He wonders what’s happening between you and George right now. But he also wonders about his own night if George didn’t interrupt it. He thinks about your earlier relationship with George. He wonders if you’re already over it? Maybe for you this is all about forgetting George, or maybe even about taking revenge on George? 

In the mean time you’re trying to get rid of George. You question yourself what you ever saw in him. Maybe it was because of the life he brought with him. You’ve only been together for a small half year before he cheated on you. Now that you think about it, you never told him that you loved him or anything like that. The relationship was real, but maybe it wasn’t for you. Every time you work with George or you meet him outside of work, he knows how to annoy you. How is it possible that you were dating with him? 

“You and Lando seem to meet up a lot lately,” George mentions. 

“As I told you, it’s a coincide George.”

“What if I don’t believe that? I always thought Lando had some sort of crush on you,” George continues. You don’t pay attention to his words, knowing George he’s lying to get a reaction from you. 

“That’s your problem. You don’t have some sort of claim over me, we’re done remember? So I will kindly ask you to go to your own room.”

George mumbles some words, you can’t really hear him but you know it aren’t nice things to say to someone else. You open your room door and get inside. You wait until you hear George walking away. That should mean it’s safe now, right? You quickly grab your phone and send Lando a text.

Y/N: he’s gone, are you still coming?

Lando doubts a bit about his answer. He feels down because of the interaction with George. It’s mainly his own fault. He is thinking about your mindset, why are you fucking with him? Is it because of him or is it because of George? He’s afraid that you’re using him to get some kind of revenge on George. But on the other hand, you specifically told him that you won’t want George to find out. Maybe you’re using him to get over him? He types a reply for you.

Lando: don’t know if I’m still in the mood after running in to George 

Maybe he can ask you sometime about your motives? But maybe he doesn’t want to know them. Lando sighs. He hears his phone vibrating, quickly he takes a look at it. 

Y/N: that’s too bad, I was excited about you teasing me

Lando is already jumping up from his bed when he reads your text. He quickly types back a reply before heading over to your hotel room. How can a simple text make him feel this way? He go his excited feelings back and can’t wait to feel you again. 

Lando: Omw 

Lando: What room number?

Y/N: 206

Lando steps in to the elevator, waiting patiently until it’s reaches your floor level. When it finally does he quickly steps out of it. Not even noticing the person who’s getting in. 

“Lando?”

This can’t be real, Lando thinks annoyed. How is he meeting up with George again? He turns around, facing George. 

“What are you doing here?” George asks. 

“None of your business,” Lando responds. 

George walks out of the elevator, getting closer towards Lando. 

“I know what you’re doing,” George tells Lando, “and it’s useless.” 

Lando doesn’t reply. He has no idea what George is talking about. He doesn’t want to give him more information because of a weird statement. The only thing he wants is to go over to your room. 

“I know you’re trying to get closer to her,” George continues, “but she doesn’t want you. What do you think? That a girl like her wants someone in her bed who can’t even find her clit. Just stop trying, I’ll have her back by my side before you know it.”

Lando is speechless at first. How can George say things like this? He sighs. What a fucking dick. He thinks about fucking you so hard that George can hear it, but he knows you don’t want George to find out. 

“You know George, I strongly believe I could give Y/N better orgasms then you ever did,” Lando says eventually, “Not because I’m that good in the bedroom, but mainly because you’re that selfish.” 

He turns around and walks away from his old friend. When he looks back he notices that the elevator is leaving with George. Lando searches for your room. He only wants one thing right now and that’s to hear that he really fucks you better then George ever did.

**

Only fifteen minutes later is Lando thrusting in and out of you. You are pressed up against the door. The two of you didn’t even make it to the bed. Mainly because of you. You were waiting for a bit for Lando before you got bored. So you decided to already undress yourself. When you opened the door for Lando you were only wearing a lingerie set. Lando never entered a hotel room this fast, not wanting anyone else to see what was meant for his eyes. 

The set is now somewhere laying on the floor. Lando is holding you up while fucking you against the door. His pants are hanging around his feet, his boxer is somewhere between his legs. He doesn’t care. 

You moan when Lando starts licking around your nipple. He peppers some kisses around it before taking the hard nob into his mouth again. You moan even harder when he softly bites on it in a playful way. 

Your hands are lost somewhere in Lando’s hair. When he leaves your nipple alone to move over to your neck, you pulls his hair as a reflex. He starts kissing your neck until he finds the place you like it the most. You feel him groan against your collarbone. He moves multiple times with his mouth against your neck, shoulders and collarbone. It feels wonderful. 

Your stomach starts to tighten. Lando increases his pace. You moan again. It’s unfair how good he is at fucking you. How can you ever think about anyone else when these memories are there? You know for sure that no one can fuck you as good as him. Whenever this thing between you ends, probably because Lando will find a girl he actually likes, you can never have sex like this again. He’s ruining you. He’s ruining you for everyone else. 

“Tell me, who’s making you feel this good,” Lando asks you with a husky voice. 

You don’t even doubt before answering him, “You, Lando. Only you. Fuck.” You’re words are messy, but that reflects exactly how you feel as well. You’re a moaning mess under Lando. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours. 

His fingers find their way to your clit. With some small movements he gives you exactly what you need. He feels how close you are getting to your orgasm. He’s also getting close. He removes his fingers from your clit. 

“Did anyone else ever made you feel this good?” He asks you. 

Before he can even doubt his direct question, you’re already answering it. 

“No. Only you.”

He can’t help himself anymore, he needs to ask further. “Not even George?”

You moan once again before answering Lando. You wonder shortly about his questions, but maybe he’s the type that likes hearing how good he fucks you. What would you know about it. You think it’s kinda hot. You like the dirty way he’s talking. You like his words of affirmation, you love to be called a good girl. So instead of giving Lando a simple answer, something like no, you decide to tell him the truth. 

“He only made me cum once,” you say. 

Lando laughs out loud. It’s pathetic how there’s suddenly a weight lifted of his shoulders. 

“So I already beat him?” He asks you. 

“Maybe,” you say, maybe you can tease him a bit. 

Lando decreases his movements, going so slow that he’s almost stopping. You feel your orgasm moving further away. Fuck you were almost there. 

“Maybe?” He questions, “are you pretending to cum?”

“Maybe,” you tell him again. 

“Did I ever told you that I don’t like liars?” Lando asks you. He pulls his dick out of you and takes a small step back. He removes his pants and underwear in the mean time. You shake your head. 

“Maybe I should show you what I do with bad girls,” Lando tells you with a stern tone. It’s almost if there’s someone new standing in front of you. Lando looks confident, you feel yourself turning in to an even bigger mess. 

“Show me,” you whisper. 

Lando shows you a smirk, he picks you up and takes you to the bed. He drops you softly on the bed. You stare at him, waiting for his next move. Already missing the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Maybe I should do what I told you earlier after all. First the teasing and now this, you don’t know how to behave properly. You only deserve punishment,” Lando tells you while still talking with the same stern tone in his voice. 

“Punishment?” You ask. This is kinda new for you. You’ve read about it when reading your romance books, but you never thought you’d find someone who was interested in the same things. 

“What do you think you deserve babygirl? A few spanks? A bit of teasing?” Lando asks you, “Come sit on my lap,” He says almost immediately after that. 

You obey quickly. You move yourself around to sit properly on his lap. Your bare pussy on his dick, but it’s not in you to your annoyance. If it wasn’t for your big mouth you’d already orgasmed by now. Lando slowly touches your body. His hands find their way to your ass eventually, he kneads your cheeks slowly. 

“I want you to lie over my lap, face down and ass up,” Lando tells you, “and I want you to listen to me.”

You quickly do what Lando asks you. He kneads your ass a bit more. Softly grazing against it with his hands. You let out a soft moan when his hand almost touches the part between your legs. You need him. But this is your own fault. 

“This is for lying to me, I gave you an orgasm the first night,” Lando says before he softly slaps against your ass. He wants to test you first, he needs to know what you like and what you dislike. He caresses your ass after the slap. You moan softly. That’s his sign to continue. 

“This is for lying to me as well, because I’m pretty sure you came earlier today in my dressing room,”Lando tells you. He slaps your ass harder this time, you let out a surprised gasp but it quickly turns into a moan. 

“This is for almost lying me again, you were only seconds away from your orgasm. I could feel your walls clenching around me already.” He slaps your ass harder again. You’re not surprised this time. You let out a moan when his hand touches your ass. 

Lando turns you back to himself. He changes your position. You’re laying on your back, waiting for Lando to do something. He comes closer to you, before you know it you feel him enter you again. 

“Next time I won’t be this nice,” he groans in to your ear before increasing his speed. 

You smile, “Be honest, you were almost there as well before you decided to test me.”

“I’m almost there for the whole fucking evening baby,” Lando groans, “it’s fucking unfair how you make me feel. Do you even know what effect that dress has on me? Fucking unfair.”

You don’t reply to Lando his words. At least, unless coming undone is some sort of reply? When Lando tells you about him being almost there for the whole evening, you feel yourself coming undone. You let out a few small moans. Lando is quick to follow your steps. Letting himself go as well. 

An hour later the two of you are still laying in your hotel bed. You’re scrolling on your phone, watching some video’s on TikTok. Lando is playing with your hair, while keeping himself busy with his never ending thoughts. He needs to know what your intentions are. 

“Y/N?” He asks after a while of thinking. You look up from your phone, directly facing Lando. 

“Can I ask you a weird question?” Lando asks. You nod. “You aren’t doing this to get some kind of revenge on George right? Or to get over him?” Lando asks. He feels relieved after finally asking those things, but he is quick to feel nervous again. He can’t shake off the nervous feeling while waiting for your answer. 

“No,” you simply state, “George hasn’t been on my mind even once while I’m fucking with you. I’m simply doing this because it’s fucking good.”

Lando smiles. He presses against on top of your head. 

“Why though?” You ask Lando. 

“I met him again when I stepped out of the elevator,” Lando tells you honestly, “He told me that you’d be back with him soon and that I would never fuck you as good as he did.”

“Hm,” you reply tiredly, “He’s wrong about both, what an idiot.” You’re tired of your ex boyfriend and his childish behavior. It’s stupid of him to think that he will get you back. As if. Lando continues to play with your hair. You feel your eyes getting heavier. Maybe you can sleep just like this. You move your head a bit, getting comfortable on Lando’s torso. Then you close your eyes and quickly drift away to sleep. 

Lando can’t stop watching you. He needs to talk about this to anyone. He can’t keep his thoughts to himself anymore. He decides to text his friend, Max Verstappen. 

Lando: max i need to tell you so much

Lando: im kinda in a complex situation

Max: what did you do this time Lando?

Lando: i might be friends with benefits with y/n

Max: fwb with feelings?

Lando: she doesnt know

Lando: lunch somewhere when we’re back in Monaco? I need to tell you everything

Max: deal

Max: i want to hear everything