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SPILL YOUR GUTS
Pairing: Lando Norris x F2!driver!Reader (established relationship)
Setting: Quadrant YouTube studio — a new Spill Your Guts episode
Tone: Flirty, intimate, realistic, and a little suggestive
Word Count: ~3,500
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“You’re gonna regret agreeing to this.”
Lando’s voice was low behind you as you sat down on the Spill Your Guts set, fake neon sushi glowing on one side of the table and bowls of unidentifiable, terrifying food on the other.
You smirked and leaned back against him slightly. “I already regret dating someone with such a big mouth.”
He gave your waist a subtle squeeze before letting go. “That big mouth’s kissed you in some pretty risky places.”
“Mic’s on, by the way,” Max called from behind the camera, grinning. “Keep it down, lovebirds.”
You put your head in Lando’s neck, embarrassed. “You're evil.”
Max, laugh at your embarrassment.
“Stop teasing her. “Lando glared at Max.
You were the guest for this episode of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts—Quadrant’s beloved, unhinged food-and-chaos segment. Your title? Officially, F2 driver. Also officially: part of Quadrant’s new athlete lineup.
Unofficially? Lando Norris’s girlfriend.
Not that either of you had confirmed it—yet. But there were hints: a soft-launched ski trip. Your voice in the background of his stream. His hoodie is on your Twitch. A cropped selfie with a driver’s pass just barely showing his name on your wristband.
Subtle… but not subtle enough for the internet to miss.
So when Quadrant asked you to be in a video, you knew what you were walking into.
You just didn’t know they’d stack the questions like this.
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Max picked up his card, his grin already too smug.
“Alright, Y/N. Question one. You’ve been in the paddock for a while now… so out of all the current F1 drivers—not counting Lando—who’s the hottest?”
The table immediately erupted.
Ria howled. Niran ducked under the table.
You leaned back, eyes wide. “That’s so dirty.”
Max laughed. “Then eat the duck tongue. Or answer.”
You looked at the plate. It looked… like someone had yanked it off an actual duck two hours ago.
You turned slightly in your seat and locked eyes with Lando, who was sitting just off-camera. His arms were crossed. A single brow was raised. Amused but clearly paying attention.
You narrowed your eyes at him, then turned back to Max with a shrug.
Lando let out a dramatic scoff. “Oh, wow, okay.”
You grinned, playing it up. “Objectively speaking. Bone structure? Hair? Monaco accent?”
“You’re not helping yourself.”
Max leaned forward. “Is that your final answer?”
You glanced at Lando again, then smiled slyly.
“Actually… Pierre has the arms.”
Lando stood up. “Okay, she’s sleeping on the couch tonight.”
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Ria picked up her card, practically bouncing in her seat.
“Ooooh. This one’s so good. Okay. Y/N… what’s the most scandalous place you and Lando have hooked up?”
Lando choked on his water.
Niran smacked the table and howled. Max looked like he’d won the lottery.
Your entire face went warm.
Ria grinned. “You can tell us or eat the century egg.”
The smell hit you immediately. You gagged.
Lando, from behind the camera, said calmly, “You could just eat the egg.”
You looked over your shoulder at him. “Coward.”
“I’m protecting our dignity.”
You turned back to the table. “Alright, you wanna know?”
Turn to look at Lando behind the camera “Sorry, i can’t eat it.”
“The McLaren hospitality bathroom.”
Max fell out of his chair. Ria was screaming. Niran ran out of frame.
Lando covered his face with both hands, muttering, “Nooo, you didn’t—”
You grinned wickedly. “Back when I was in F3. No one knew me. We got cocky.”
Ria gasped. “So you just—”
“Used his pass to sneak in. Didn’t even lock the door properly.”
Max is dying. “I am already imagining the headlines’ Lando Norris and y/n y/l/n F2 driver get frisky in The McLaren hospitality bathroom’ and your PR teams sweating. “
I look down, embarrassed .
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Round Three: Niran vs Y/N
Niran’s question was sneakily soft.
“Okay, final one,” he said. “You’ve got everything on the line—career, legacy, reputation. If you could only choose one: the F1 seat of your dreams… or a life with Lando. What do you pick?”
The whole room went quiet.
Even Lando, off-camera, stopped shifting.
You exhaled slowly. “That’s not fair.”
Niran raised his brows. “You can skip it.by drinking the drink in front of you. “
“I’ve worked my entire life for a seat in F1,” you said. “Since I was a kid. Every sacrifice, every night alone in hotel rooms, every injury, every sponsor meeting, every lap…”
“But I’d still pick him.”
Lando’s expression changed in an instant—shock, awe, something soft and deep that flickered behind his eyes like it hit straight in the chest.
“Because if I made it to the top and he wasn’t there,” you said quietly, “it wouldn’t matter.”
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Later, when the cameras stopped rolling and the crew started packing up, you snuck off to the corner hallway near the break room.
Lando found you there—leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to avoid how your heart was pounding.
He was standing close now, his voice low.
“The F1 seat,” he said. “You’d give that up?”
You tucked your phone away and looked at him properly. “If it came down to losing you? Yeah. I would.”
Lando didn’t smile this time.
Instead, he stepped in and pressed his forehead to yours, his hands sliding down to your waist, warm and grounding.
“I’d never ask you to choose,” he murmured. “But just so you know… I’d have picked you, too.”
You let your eyes flutter shut, exhaling against his mouth.
“Good,” you whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
He kissed you then—slow but firm, like a promise.
And when you pulled back, his voice was rough.
“You realize the fans are going to lose their minds over this video, right?”
You grinned. “Yeah, i know “
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Top Comments Under the Video:
- @quadrantchaos: "The McLaren hospitality bathroom." I AM ON THE FLOOR.
- @wifeyofnorris: no bc the way Lando looked at her during the F1 seat question?? soulmates.
- @f2babe: We all knew they were together, but THIS?? This was a RELATIONSHIP hard launch to END ALL HARD LAUNCHES.
- @lan4rdo: She said Pierre has the ARMS and lived to tell the tale. queen.
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