The Jealous Racer
The Formula 1 weekend was in full swing, and Y/N had been spending quite a bit of time at the Red Bull paddock with her best friend, Max Verstappen. She loved Max like a brother, but her boyfriend, Lando Norris, wasn't so sure about their closeness. The jealousy simmered beneath his calm exterior, especially when he saw the two of them laughing and talking together.
Lando's patience finally snapped one afternoon when he saw Y/N playfully shoving Max, both of them laughing. His eyes darkened with jealousy, and he decided it was time to remind Y/N who she belonged to.
Later that evening, as they returned to their shared hotel room, the tension in the air was palpable. Lando closed the door behind them, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing with intensity.
"Y/N," he began, his voice low and controlled, "I'm tired of watching you spend all your time with Max. You're mine, and it's about time you remember that."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "Lando, you know Max and I are just friends. There's nothing going on between us."
But Lando wasn't convinced. He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "Tonight, I'm going to show you exactly who you belong to."
Lando's hands were on her in an instant, rough and possessive as he backed her up against the wall. His lips crashed onto hers in a fierce kiss, filled with a mix of jealousy and desire. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her body responding to the raw intensity of his touch.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Y/N complied, her hands trembling slightly as she removed her clothes. Lando watched her, his eyes raking over her body with a predatory hunger. When she was finally bare before him, he pushed her onto the bed, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her legs wide.
"You're mine," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Lando didn't waste any time. He entered her with a powerful thrust, filling her completely. Y/N cried out, her hands clutching the sheets as he set a relentless pace. Each thrust was rough and demanding, his jealousy fueling his every movement.
"Do you like spending time with Max?" Lando asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he pounded into her. "Do you think he can make you feel like this?"
Y/N shook her head, her body writhing beneath him. "No, Lando. Only you. Only you can make me feel like this."
His grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "That's right. You're mine, Y/N. Don't you ever forget it."
The intensity of his possession pushed her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Lando leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce dominance.
Lando could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the impending release. He increased his pace, driving her higher and higher until she finally shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless.
Lando wasn't far behind. With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his own climax, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still entwined.
As they lay together, their breaths slowly returning to normal, Lando's possessive jealousy began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction. He held Y/N close, his fingers gently stroking her hair.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against her ear. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone else having you."
Y/N smiled, snuggling closer to him. "I understand, Lando. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours, and only yours."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love for the woman in his arms. "I love you, Y/N. So much."
"I love you too, Lando," she whispered, closing her eyes as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, their hearts forever connected.
