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Saviour from Salmon - LN4

summary: Lando faces a disgusting dilemma when he takes reader out for a romantic dinner

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fish, intimate physical contact, references to sex

wc: 3233 words

an: posting my first fanfic on here! Apologies for not getting it out yesterday as promised, birthday celebrations were very tiring. this was originally written for my friend (hey girlypop) so if the name thing sounds weird that’s why

“And he’s done it again! That is a P2 finish once again, for Lando Norris, the man in the papaya, and I could not be happier for him. McLaren has truly turned their season around, as for the first time in a long time it’s back-to-back podiums, what a feat.”

Lando could still hear the roars of the crowd in the Hungagoring, cheering for his second podium two weeks after his first podium, at home, in what felt like a lifetime, as he got ready for dinner. He already showered, using his expensive shampoo and conditioner set he reserved for special nights, the ones that enhance the curls she so loves.

For tonight would be a special night, as now, back in London two days after the Hungarian Grand Prix, he would celebrate with his beautiful girlfriend. She hadn’t been able to join him in Hungary, but she was watching him race, waiting for his call after his team debriefings and podium celebrations.

“y/n,” he savoured the sound of her name on his tongue, for tonight was a night of things full. A full heart, a full date, so he would settle nothing less than the whole of y/n. Whereas any other time she would be y/n/n, tonight she would be his y/n.

He rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves so his forearms were on display, veins stark against the pale skin, and placed a silver Rolex on his wrist, along with a singular friendship bracelet.

The black beads spun smoothly along his skin as he adjusted it so the word “carino” was face up on the back of his wrist. His lip curled at the memory of when they made each other the bracelets, at the soft smile y/n/n wore when she strung the beads together amidst Lando’s confusion at her choice of letters. He sucked in a deeper breath as he remembered the touch of her fingertips grazing against his skin as she put the bracelet on for him, and her slight blush while he read the Spanish word spelled by the beads, which only grew when he lifted up her chin and kissed her.

Next, he applied her favourite cologne, the one he had worn when he realized he had fallen in love with her. The smell wasn’t sickly strong, which was just how she liked it, and as Lando placed the bottle back onto the vanity, he felt a flutter in his stomach. Some nights, he walked her home or drove her in his Fiat Jolly she thought was cute, other nights, he took her back home and they would cuddle while watching a movie, stealing a kiss here or there, and some nights, it turned into more. Tonight could be anything, which was why Lando had chosen this specific outfit.

He’d chosen a black button-down with black trousers and dress shoes, and accessorized it with a silver chain and the Rolex-and-bracelet duo. It was simple, but the black gave off a sensual aura.

Something was missing. He studied himself in the mirror, when he realized what it was he could fix. Delicately, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing the beginnings of his chest.

He knew it would be difficult for y/n to be able to tear her eyes away from the inviting flash of skin, to resist trailing the tips of her fingers down and under his shirt. A little smirk played on his lips at the ghost of the feeling, and what it usually led to afterwards.

Lando was was looking forward to a very long, delicious night.

Lando looked himself over one final time, and gave a small nod to the reflection staring back at him in the mirror.

He grabbed his car keys from the hook on the kitchen wall, placed a pair of black Ray-Bans low on his nose, and walked out to his Jolly.

It was time for the date.

❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

As Lando drove to y/n’s apartment, he wondered what she would do with her hair this time. Sometimes, she would have the rose pink hair straightened out; other times, she’d tie it in a pair of Dutch braids running down from her scalp.

It was one of the many pieces of her he loved. It made her stand out and represented the fun, humorous women he loved.

It was her sense of humour that had attracted him at first. Of course, the bright pink hair fit right in the club he was DJ-ing at, which he caught flashes of throughout his set, but it was when she was sitting at the booth next to him at the bar afterwards that really got his attention. The girls sitting with her were loud enough for him to hear the joke one of them made about her rat-dog chihuahua having soulless boba pearls for eyes, but none of them combined hid the sound of y/n’s joyous laughter.

Lando would get drunk on it every night if he could.

As he pulled up to her apartment building, it wasn’t the hair that snapped him out of the memory. It wasn't even her short black dress that complimented her curves so perfectly.

It was the way the moonlight illuminated y/n like an angel, glowing with the blessings he’d bestowed upon her during those special nights, full of passion and love.

Lando had to use his elbow to soothe out a certain sensation so y/n wouldn't notice as she got into the black McLaren.

Lando kissed y/n hello. He took her hand as he pulled back, and admired her as a blush spread across her cheeks. She had winged eyeliner, with red eyeshadow that paired up nicely with her dark red lipstick, which had gotten a little bit lighter after the kiss.

“Hello Lando,” she laughed, and he squeezed her hand as he smiled.

There it was again. Tonight would be a good night.

❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

“Lando, Lando.” A hand waved in front of his face.

Lando startled a little.

“Sorry, what?” he asked

“Lando, I said what do you want,” y/n looked at him with her brows furrowed, as if she’d been asking it a few times by now. Honestly, Lando didn't care whether she asked it twice or a hundred times because he’d been staring at her over their menus.

He’d watched her face scrunch up as she contemplated the different items on the menu, trying to decide if the grilled lobster tails with stelline pasta and lemon was better, or the chicken scallopini with mushrooms and a white wine sauce.

Her glow hadn’t faded, and it seemed she had made him moonstruck the entire time.

Lando hadn’t even gotten past the title of the restaurant written on the top of the menu.

He cleared his throat and picked a random dish off the menu.

“Grilled salmon with crab risotto,” and immediately regretted it. Anyone who knows Lando’s name knows he doesn't eat seafood, especially not fish. Not even Carlos could make him eat any, and yet here he was, telling y/n he was going to order some for himself.

y/n looked at him confused. “But Lando, you hate fish. Why the fuck would you order that?”

But Lando felt he couldn’t take it back now, despite the growing sense of anxiety within him.

“I’ve decided to try it, for once. This restaurant makes it sound good.” He attempted a dry chuckle, but it sounded more like a choked cry.

y/n’s seemed to be at a loss for words. “...are you sure, Lan? Is something wrong? Did something happen in Hungary?”

Lando shook his head. Oh God, why couldn't he have picked something not in the seafood section? But it was too late now, there was no turning back.

“No, but I'm sure I want this.”

It was at that moment their waitress came to their table, ready to take their order. She held no notebook or pen, as in such a luxurious establishment, that would seem too lowly.

She didn't flutter her eyes at Lando, as many other waitresses tended to do, even though y/n was right there, which Lando was grateful for.

At least there was one person who wasn't interested in homewrecking his relationship.

“What would you two like to order?”

Lando spoke first, before the nervous butterflies reached his throat. “Th-the grilled salmon, please. The one with the crab.”

He ignored y/n’s raised eyebrow, so instead she added on. “I’ll take the chicken scallopini, please.”

The waitress nodded, taking mental notes.

“Would you like an appetizer? We offer a wonderful selection of quality soups and dishes.”

Thankfully, y/n had actually read through the menu. “Crab clam chowder, with a few crab cakes.”

“And what would you like to drink?”

Lando answered this time, because at least for this he needed no menu. “A French red wine, please.” Today was a day of celebration, and hopefully, the wine would tame Lando’s anxiety and y/n’s concern.

The waitress nodded again and headed towards the kitchens to put their order in.

Lando turned back to look at y/n and her still-questioning gaze. He took her hand across the table and squeezed it. “I’m alright, love, nothing to worry about.” He smiled, and that seemed to reassure her just a little.

He turned to survey the restaurant they were in. Lando had chosen a fine dining restaurant on the coast where they sat on the outer deck that looked over the dark, churning waves of the Thames estuary. There were chandeliers casting a golden glow over the deck, with lush green plants filling up the spaces. There were oil paintings decorating the walls depicting different animals, including a pod of dolphins swimming and a majestic walrus sunbathing. The bar in the main area had dozens of fine wines and alcohols placed on display like trophies, ranging from century-old reds and whites to sweet bourbons brewed right in Normandy.

The whole place carried the aura of luxury, and it was y/n’s favourite restaurant this side of London. Lando wouldn't settle for any other place tonight, not on such an occasion with his love.

He turned back to face y/n, and caught her admiring his features. He smirked, and she let out a quiet laugh but continued to look at him.

“What are you thinking about?” her voice was smooth and sultry, and Lando hoped the growing sensation in his pants wouldn’t be too much of a distraction tonight. Well, at least for the dinner portion of it.

His smirk grew a little. “Just my pretty trophy. And I suppose Max’s that I broke. That’s all.”

y/n’s smile faltered a little, but Lando was a tease, not a dick.

“But of course, the real pretty is my darling. I was really thinking about how absolutely ravishing your hair looks today, Lady y/n.” He rolled the title off his tongue, and he didn’t miss her glancing at his lips.

“I like your thoughts.” y/n grinned, and Lando felt his heart stutter.

The waitress came back with the chowder and cakes, apologizing for the delay and that their main course would be out very shortly.

Of course, neither of them could wait, and immediately began to eat. The chowder nearly burned Lando’s tongue, but the delight y/n took in the crab cake made him forget all about it. Crab was one of the only seafood he enjoyed and with y/n, it was amplified even more.

They’d barely finished the appetizer before the waitress came back with the main course, and Lando's stomach dropped.

He had forgotten all about the fish he ordered.

He swore it looked up at him, laughing, even though the eyes were long gone and it breathed no air, but he had to hide the panic. He didn’t want y/n to worry about him and insist they swap their meals, not after her look of delight when the waitress brought out the chicken.

But of course, she looked over and noticed the fish, and that concern returned.

“Lando, are you absolutely sure you want to eat that? Like it looks good but it’s fish.” The enunciation didn’t help, and Lando could feel his hands start to shake.

But he had to control himself, he had made his choice and he would prove to y/n that he could go through with it.

He smoothed his hands over his thighs, quelling the shaking a little, and picked up his knife and fork.

Alright, Lando, you can do this. You drive cars at 300 kilometres per hour for a living, a singular fish shouldn’t scare you.

He could feel y/n’s eyes on him as he slowly cut a piece of the salmon. The pink flesh was smooth, and the pieces of crab and greens that topped it joined the fish onto his fork.

His hands trembled as he brought the fork to his mouth, when he heard a couple of whispers from the surrounding tables.

“Is Lando Norris eating a fish?”

“I think Lando Norris went mad! He’s eating salmon!”

Of course people would recognize him, he literally raced for their country alongside the one and only Sir Lewis Hamilton, the greatest athlete in motorsports of all time.

But he wasn’t with any of the onlookers, he was with y/n, and he finally took a bite of the salmon, albeit avoiding eye contact with her.

He hated it. It was too slimy for him, and he hated how the crab did not complement the salmon in any way whatsoever. The greens were a little too mushy, and he found it very hard to swallow, but this was just the first bite.

Lando cursed himself silently, but also made a promise. He’d make it up to himself tonight. He still had to celebrate somehow, but first, he had to get through the fish.

He took another bite of the salmon, still horrible, when y/n finally started her dish.

She smiled, and Lando hoped her delight would be wrought for him to get through this.

They ate in comfortable silence. Lando was glad they didn’t talk, he was afraid if he stopped eating even a little bit, he would never get the courage to continue.

Halfway through, when y/n was almost finished, she spoke.

“If you want to, we could trade dishes. This chicken is really good.”

There was a sparkle in her eye, and Lando suddenly remembered that they usually did this: take a few bites from each other's plates, and trade them if they really wanted to. It wouldn’t have seemed desperate if he was the one who suggested it tonight, but he’d been so focused on proving to y/n he wasn’t a kid who couldn’t try something he never liked for one night that he forgot he had an out.

Graciously, he swapped the plates and smiled at her, and he wondered if she wanted to do this because it was a regular thing they did, or if she knew and wanted to save him from torturing himself anymore.

The chicken was like heaven compared to the salmon, and he savoured every bite, trying to get the taste of salmon out of his mouth. He wasn’t the biggest fan of mushrooms, but this time they were a blessing, cleansing his mouth of salmon.

They both finished at the same time, and Lando reached for the wine bottle, grinning at her.

y/n laughed, and Lando faltered a second, wondering what happened as he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“You’ve got- you’ve got a little parsley stuck in your teeth.” She reached over and tenderly plucked it out with her painted pink nails, her pinky grazing his cheek as she did so.

It took all of Lando’s willpower not to grab her face and kiss her right then and there, but he would tonight.

He would make sure they both would enjoy it.

She sat back down and flicked the leaf onto her empty plate, and Lando uncorked the bottle.

He was very good at doing it with his bare hands, which always impressed y/n.

This time was no exception. Lando smirked.

He expertly poured the wine into the two crystal wine glasses, both half-full with a drop more. After all, the last time they had full glasses they had to spend over $3,000 on a new white rug in his mother’s house, replacing it before she got home from her trip to Italy.

They had decided to fill them by only half from then on, but with another drop, they switched glasses to put in.

As he gave y/n the bottle so she could put the drop in his glass, their fingers brushed once again, leaving him with an even stronger sense of desire for more physical touch.

She gently placed the bottle down, but Lando noticed her hand trembled just a little, after the touch. He kept his gaze on her as she made a little toast.

“To Lando, for another wonderful podium. Just like other times, you finished well.” y/n winked at Lando, and he let out a surprised laugh, not expecting a crude joke.

That was on him, though, because this was y/n l/n talking. It was one of the reap he loved her so much, the dirty humour they both shared.

They clinked glasses and downed their drinks rather quickly, as by this point in the night they were both growing restless at the lack of physical intimacy, and, after paying the bill, they went outside. It was too cold and dark to take a walk down the beach, so they decided to head straight to Lando’s car.

He opened y/n’s door, but before she could get in, he pushed her against the side of his car and kissed her.

She tasted like the wine they had just drank, sweet with a hint of bitterness, and Lando wanted to drown in it. Her hand went up to his hair and she took a handful of his curls, which made Lando even harder, and he was glad he did his special hair routine.

One hand on her waist, the other cupping her face, he pushed against her a little harder, making her gasp, giving him enough room to sneak his tongue inside.

Her hold on his arm tightened, and Lando smirked. Salmon forgotten, this was what he really wanted to taste tonight.

Just as quickly as he’d kissed her, he pulled away, but only to move his lips near her ear.

“I’m going to have fun with you tonight, y/n.” His voice was nothing more than a steamy breath, but she shivered nonetheless, and Lando knew it wasn’t because of the cold.

He kissed her again before pulling away and helping her into the car. When he got in and started it, he placed his hand on her thigh, and, with the other hand, reversed the car, looking over his shoulder.

Lando kissed y/n’s flushed cheek as they pulled out of the parking lot, turning it turning a darker shade of red. “L-Lando, you're driving.”

Lando’s chuckle was more guttural than before, and he squeezed her thigh in response as he turned his attention back to the road. Such a stunt was nothing compared to what he would endure at Spa next Sunday, and he wanted her to know how strong his desire for her was right now.

Her breathing was a little heavier, and Lando suspected his was too, as she placed her hand over his.

But this was just the beginning of sensual sounds.

She’d be screaming his name by the end of tonight.

an: yes the outfit is based on the gif

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