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It’s too early– no human should be awake at six in the morning. You roll over in bed, groaning as your stiff body protests. Automatically, you throw an arm out to your side, fully expecting a warm body to cushion it. Instead, your forearm flops against the cold bed sheets with a thud. You scrunch your nose and blink your eyes open. It’s not uncommon for Lando to be out of bed before you, but you had thought that today of all days, he would have made an exception. Guess he trusted you enough to drag yourself out of bed… rookie mistake.
You smile to yourself as you pull the sheets up to your chin, your eyes fluttering closed as you settle back into the mattress. No Lando here to supervise means you can go back to sleep in peace. Just as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness, the door to your bedroom swings open.
“Goodmorn– Really? I thought you had more discipline, love,” Lando’s voice is exasperated but ultimately teasing.
You shoot upright, the blankets tangling around your waist. There, in the doorway, stands your boyfriend. Your shirtless boyfriend, your brain supplies unhelpfully. Your eyes unconsciously trace the definition on his abdomen before you notice it. He has one hand perched on his hip– the other is holding his camera. You blink, and the red light telling you that you’re being recorded, blinks back.
Lando walks further into the room and shoves the camera into your face.
“Anything to say, sweetheart? You were fully committed to this yesterday! What happened?” Lando teases.
You had literally just woken up. It’s six AM, and you’re awake upon his request. It’s safe to say that you’re not happy about your disheveled state being documented for all of his viewers to see. Your brain, lacking its usual filter, spits out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Fuck you very much, Lando Norris,” your voice is scratchy with sleep.
“Woah, now! Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” Lando giggles as he dances away from your hands swatting at the camera.
Suspiciously having given up on his content for the moment, your boyfriend quietly sets the camera on his desk. Turning back to face you, he suddenly reminds you of a wild predator stalking his prey. Ergo, it’s terrifying when he lunges at you.
You scream as he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. Your world flips and your eyes are met with his tan skin. Already unable to struggle out of his hold, you start to flail your bare legs.
“Let me down! I’m sorry! I'll take it back!” you screech as he carries you through your spacious apartment.
You can’t see where he’s taking you, but you can probably guess he’s heading to the kitchen. It’s probably where he was hiding before– waiting for you to emerge from your shared bedroom right at six. You breathe a relieved sigh as your boyfriend comes to a stop.
“Figured I would wake you up proper,” Lando’s voice is calmer now as he hauls you off of his shoulder and sets you to sit on the kitchen counter.
You feel slightly sick as your world rights itself, but you ground yourself by pressing your palms into his sun-kissed shoulders. You then fix him with the deadliest glare you can manage and kick him square in the shin.
“Ow! What–”
“You shove that camera in my face again and I aim for your crotch next time. Understand?”
The man presses his lips into a thin line and nods silently.
“Good. Now I want a real good morning,” you look up at him through your lashes.
Lando grins as he immediately presses his chapped lips to yours. It’s a quick kiss, but the simple contact has you sighing into his mouth.
“Good morning, love,” Lando presses his forehead to yours.
In this moment, you’re half tempted to say “fuck it” and drag him back to bed with you. He just looks so good. His curly hair is still tousled from sleep and his cheeks are flushed from the exertion of carrying you. Very tempted indeed…
Though, you suppose both his viewers and Zak would be pissed. The viewers for the lack of content, and Zak for the lack of training. You sigh again and make up your mind.
“What’s on the docket for today, Mr. Norris? Teach me everything.”
Lando smiles. He quickly detaches from you to grab his camera from the bedroom, but is back in record time to help you down from the counter. He sets the camera down and directs it to face you both. You inhale and mentally prepare for what he’s about to reveal to you. Lando presses the record button.
“Hey guys! Today my wonderful girlfriend has agreed to join me in my daily routine, similar to the video I did with Quadrant a while back. Say hello, wonderful girlfriend!” Lando looks at you expectantly.
You give a small wave to the camera and smile, “Hello, wonderful girlfriend!”
Lando laughs. You revel in the sound.
“Now, I said in the Quadrant video that I usually start the day with a run. It’s about,” Lando glances at his watch. “6:30 AM right now. Meaning, we are going to get changed leave here pretty soon. We’ll see you guys after!”
Lando reaches to turn off the camera. You roll your eyes at his online persona and round the counter to face him.
“So, I’m not actually running right? We’ll just cut to after you get back and call it a day?” you muse.
“What? No. You’re going on a run with me. It’ll be good for you! Cardio’s good for your health!” Lando holds in a laugh as he watches your face react.
Horror wracks your body. You, purposefully, running? As in, for your health?
“Lan, I don’t even own any running clothes. How am I supposed to–”
Your boyfriend cuts you off with a scoff, “Oh, you can just borrow one of my McLaren dryfits. And any shorts will do. You can wear one of those comfy little spandex numbers you like so much!”
You blanch. He’s really going to make you run. In Monaco’s 80 degree weather. On purpose. It’s going to be a long day.
— — — — —
When you and Lando finally re-enter your apartment, you’re about 91% positive your death is imminent. Your lungs burn, your legs ache, and your hair is plastered to your face. You look like Death could be your close relative. Lando however, the bastard, looks virtually unbothered. He isn’t even limping as he makes his way to the fridge. Reaching into the door, he tosses you a water bottle. You catch it, but not without wincing. Even moving your arms hurts.
Leaning back against the counter, Lando beckons you to come to him. You drag your broken body to collapse into his arms.
“Sheesh, love. It wasn’t that bad. Just a few miles.”
You glare up at him, chin digging into his chest. Miles. Plural. And he says it like it’s just a walk in the park.
Narrowing your eyes, you whisper, “Never again.”
Lando laughs and undoes your hair, “Look. You hop in the shower, loosen up those muscles, and I’ll join you in a few. I just have to set a few things up for after.”
You eye him skeptically before pecking him on the lips and beelining for the bathroom. He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
True to his word, Lando only spends a few more minutes away before slipping into the shower. You both wash as quickly as you can, and absolutely no hands wander out of control. Absolutely none. Completely PG. Totally…
You both eventually end up back in the kitchen in front of the camera for another update. Freshly showered, and slightly less tense, you feel optimistic about the rest of the day. Surely the run was the worst bit. Lando begins to record once again.
“So, we’re back from the run. How do we feel?”
“Like I just outran death itself,” you deadpan to the camera.
Lando laughs, “Luckily then, it’s your favorite part of the day. Let’s get you some brekky, yeah?”
You light up at the mention of your favorite meal. Breakfast really is your favorite part of the day. Something about filling your stomach with goodness first thing in the morning just puts you in a good mood. Lando moves to the fridge.
“Today, we have a lovely selection of dishes. Would you prefer peach slices mixed in oatmeal, or apple slices mixed in oatmeal?” He presents the two containers to you.
You swear you might kill the man where he stands. How dare he ruin your favorite meal with his health foods. You’re so pissed, you even say as much.
“How dare you ruin my breakfast with that mush? Oatmeal? Really?”
Your boyfriend clutches his chest in mock offense, “Oatmeal, yes, but with peach or apple slices! At least I gave you the choice!”
You grumble and snatch the container with peach oatmeal inside, plopping into your usual seat at the kitchen counter. Lando follows you, snickering, camera in hand.
You both eat in a comfortable silence, not unlike your usual mornings. Monaco is beginning to hustle and bustle, and car horns can be heard through the cracks of your open windows. Your mind drifts to running to the farmers market later, your grocery list, tomorrow’s plans…
Lando waits for you to get up to rinse the dishes before he resumes recording. Your back is turned away, but Lando saddles up right beside you. Speaking to the lens, Lando details the rest of the day for you and the future viewers.
“We’ll go into training after this. Do some neck workout,” Lando reaches up and squeezes the back of your neck, making you jump. “Then a bit of core.”
You whip around to face the camera.
“And then, as per usual, we’ll do a bit of glute,” he bites his lip for emphasis.
Choosing the exact moment the word leaves his mouth, Lando brings his hand down behind you and firmly smacks your ass, the sound surely being picked up by the camera. You yelp and elbow his ribs. He makes a quiet “oof” noise, but otherwise keeps speaking.
“After that, we’ll cruise on to recovery. Maybe a massage? How does that sound?”
Lando glances down at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.
You nod as steadily as you can and will yourself to speak calmly. His palm is still resting on your ass, and you’re beginning to feel the heat of it through the fabric of your shorts. He gives it a little squeeze and you tense all over.
“Well, since my lovely girlfriend has suddenly gone mute, we’ll cut back to when we’re in the training room.”
Lando shuts the camera off and sets it beside him. Turning fully to face you, he cages you in between him and the counter.
“Something the matter, sweetheart?” he smirks. You want to punch him.
You flush. It’s hard enough to control yourself around him on a daily basis, but with the man purposely teasing you on camera– you’re just a girl.
“You know exactly what’s the matter, Lan,” your voice is a lot quieter than you mean it to be.
He leans further into your space, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, “Just going about my day with my beautiful girlfriend.”
You aren’t even going to make it through the afternoon if he keeps going like this. You’re going to melt into the floor. You start to lean in, your gaze lingering on his lips. Lando suddenly pushes off the counter.
“Right, then! Off to train. Come along!”
You can actually hear the shit-eating grin he’s wearing, even though his back is turned. Two can play at that game.
— — — — —
Playing at “that game” is actually pretty fun. Lando had said that training was next, but you downright refuse to put your head in that death contraption he claims is for “neck strength.” Instead, you sit against the wall opposite of him and hold the camera. It’s going to make filming this part a lot easier, and it’s going to make your plan a lot easier to put into action.
Lando starts with his neck workout, and out of respect for his career, you decide not to fuck with this section. Plus, it’s super hot when his jaw gets all wacked out from the muscle tension. However, the minute he starts on his core and leg circuits, you spring into action.
Still holding the camera focused on your boyfriend, you start to inch your (his) shirt up your stomach. It’s gradual at first, so he doesn’t notice right away. Though, once the hem starts to reveal your lace-cupped breasts, he visibly pauses mid-push up. Giggling, you maneuver your shirt over your head to leave you clad in your lace bralette and very small shorts.
Lando furrows his brow at your actions. Why are you… oh.
Oh.
You clear your throat, “Something the matter, honey? Am I filming wrong or something?”
Suddenly seeming to remember there’s a camera pointed directly at him, your boyfriend shakes his head. He mumbles something about you being “needy” and “just wait until he’s done”, but you pretend not to hear. Lando begrudgingly continues his workout. Satisfied with his reaction, you get ready for the finishing blow.
“Lan, I just need to run to the bathroom. Ok if I leave it recording on the side here?” you point to a spot near where you’re sitting. Good enough to still have him in the shot, but with the doorway just out of frame.
“Yeah, love. Don’t fall in!” he shouts after you as you exit the training room. You roll your eyes.
Instead of making the right to the bathroom, you direct yourself towards the bedroom. Snickering quietly to yourself, you struggle to contain your excitement as you rifle through your dresser drawer.
“Ah-ha!” you huff as you hold up your prize.
In the other room, Lando is just nearing the end of his final circuit. He’s half-curious as to why you hadn’t returned yet, but is otherwise occupied with his training. He keeps giving the resting camera wayward glances– he feels a little awkward being recorded with no one else in the room. The timer on his phone rings to signify the end of his workout, and Lando collapses onto his back, breathing heavily.
With impeccable timing, he hears your bare feet pad back into the room.
Slowly sitting up, Lando laughs out a remark, “I told you not to fall in–”
You stand in front of him, still shirtless, though now you’re pantsless as well. A matching set of lingerie adorns your curves, and the sight alone has Lando gaping. You have your arms crossed, further pushing your cleavage up for your boyfriend to gawk at.
“All done with training, Lan? I missed filming the end,” you speak nonchalantly, not like you’re basically naked in front of him.
Quite like a goldfish, Lando just sits and stares, wide-eyed.
You laugh to the camera, “Seems my lovely boyfriend has gone a bit mute.”
You walk over to the camera, careful not to let your full body come into frame. For all the viewer knows, you’re still wearing the same shorts and t-shirt as before. Now for the finishing blow.
Turning around and bending down, you reach to push the off-button on the camera. This is a multi-functional action, see. Yes, you did need to turn the camera off, mostly because of what is about to happen. You also needed Lando to see the back of the cheeky pair of underwear your best friend had gifted you last Christmas.
It had been a gag gift at first, but when you had gotten home that night, you had found yourself tucking the fabric into the darkest corner of your dresser– just in case. Now, you’re happier than ever that you had saved them.
The panties are simple enough, a black fabric trimmed by a delicate papaya-colored lace. The real kicker is on the back. In bright orange letters, the words “Lando” and “Norris” are plastered across each ass cheek.
You’re wearing lingerie with your beloved boyfriend’s name especially printed into the fabric, and you’re currently bent over in front of him. Yeah, you needed to turn the camera off.
“Where–” Lando clears his throat. “Where did you get those?”
“Oh, these?” you twirl around on your heels. “Kate bought these for me last Christmas.”
Lando visibly swallows. Slowly rising from his relaxed position on the floor, he begins to stalk towards you. A predator stalking his prey, your brain reminds you. Hunger dances in his eyes.
“Why, baby? You like them?” you pose the question innocently enough, but the way you bite your lip after is anything but.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I really like them. Too bad they’re about to be ruined.”
There’s a certain darkness to his tone that makes you stumble back towards the wall.
“Ruined?” you breathe.
“Oh, you know. After I rip them off of you, they’ll be soaked in your cum, and covered in mine.”
You gasp. You definitely needed to turn that camera off.
— — — — —
You had really tried to salvage the video– you had. It’s just– after Lando had mauled your neck and thoroughly ravaged you, it had been difficult to hide the remnants of your romp. The final product is a choppy mess, with random cuts in the middle of clips, but it’s at least a cohesive video.
“That’s the best we’re gonna get,” you sigh as you recline next to your boyfriend on the couch, your laptop sitting on the coffee table.
“Uh huh.”
You shiver as Lando presses his thumb into one of the many hickies still decorating your throat. He goes so far as to lean in and lick the spot he picked, his tongue warm and firm against your skin. He hadn’t heard a word you said. You sigh again and click “post.”
— — — — —
The video is only up for a few hours, and a few hours is all it’s gonna get. It’s swiftly taken down after you and Lando had gotten a few all-capitals texts from Danny Ric, screaming about how filthy the two of you are. You’re both incredibly confused, that is, until Danny sends some screen shots from the video. It’s a clip of you near the end, which you had totally forgotten to edit out– shit.
It isn’t a scandalous clip by any means, but it’s the way you look in it that has you panicking. In the screen shots, you’re talking to Lando about something, and you’re wearing a tank top. There, in all of its stark glory, is your neck. On display, mostly purple and blue, and complemented by Lando’s teeth marks decorating your bare shoulders.
Shit.