growing up in life, you didn’t have a lot. you never had a father figure and your mum struggled to pay the bills with her two jobs, let alone have the money for you to experience the luxuries of life like others did.

however thanks to your good efforts and some government funding, you made it to university where you met your best friend — pietra.

with that you met her friend group which consisted of her boyfriend, max fetwell, and others as well as lando norris, the british F1 driver. but you weren’t star struck by his presence unlike others were. you treated him like no other and that captivated him.

simple glances at meet ups among the group turned into small touches then a kiss then a romance blossomed. it started slow, and private.

that was one thing you made sure. privacy. a twenty one year old university student dating a twenty five year old F1 driver would cause major hate on you. not hate but jealously. so you kept it private. sneaking around monaco, hiding in the back of his garage, hidden kisses in bathrooms at restaurants. young love.

but again, it was a slow relationship. you two didn’t get together officially until a couple weeks ago and you hadn’t had sex yet, which was surprising as lando was the ‘playboy’ of the paddock.

until one night.

you were staying at lando’s in monaco, a cosy night in. a takeaway with a movie on the sofa with a lot of cuddles and kisses. then, you went to the bedroom. you both changed into some sleep clothes — you in some long white PJs and lando in some sweatpants with a plain top.

what started with an innocent cuddle turned into a heated but sweet make out. it got to a point where he needed to have you tonight, not in a rough way but in a way to show his love. the bedside lamp barely lit the room as the rain pattered down on the windows of his monaco apartment.

he gently pulled away, his forehead rested on yours as you lay both on your sides. your leg draped over his hip and arms around his neck while his arm was around your waist while the other was cupping your cheek.

“do you want to go all the way?” lando asks in his soft british accent.