āi know oscar feels aggrieved because of the contact but really mclaren didnāt do anything wrongā THEY PITTED HIM WAY TOO EARLY INTO TRAFFIC BECAUSE IT LET THEM LET LANDO BY WITHOUT HAVING TO USE TEAM ORDERS NOT BECAUSE IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST DECISION FOR OSCARāS RACE
stanning max verstappen is so hard because he makes what would be career defining drives look easy and pulls off impossible stunts like overcoming a 104 points deficit or winning 19 out of 23 races. and he does it so naturally and cleanly that third rate drivers fans think they can also do it because max easily did it, which means i have to always explain that no, actually, it's a max thing only and your guy will not be able to do it sorry
"Get out of the fucking way, you idiot! Oh my god!"
"Being taken out by a back marker is never great"
"In fact 'annoyed' is not the word I would use, but there is a whole range of words I would use with regards to Carlos"
"Others have given him some stick before for being frustrated on track. When you go and do something like that, I think maybe you should look in the mirror a bit"
"That's no excuse at all... that's gotta be one of the dumbest things I've ever seen on a racetrack"
"Getting crashed into by a lapped car is never one of the things you expect that can go wrong in your race. I don't really care if he didn't see me"
"He was fighting Fernando for last place like it was the world championship"
Baby, let me lick on your tattoos...Who that man with the big strong hands on her ass in the club? BABY, THAT'S YOU.
warnings: smut, age gap (13 y, younger!reader), PinV, unprotected sex (just dont), touchyy, cum play, nipple play, semipublic sex, alcohol, tattoo kink, size kink, riding and allat. The club's name is not real lmao.
a/n: ride that thangg like a rodeo, lmao, im a slut for this man. Agora h. has me foaming.
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š listening to: Agora hills - Doja Cat
Dani stared at your reflection as he put on his t-shirt. You were busy adjusting your earrings in the bathroom mirror. He approached and rested his head in the crook of your neck.
āBaby, where are you going all dolled up like that?ā
āThe question is, why are you wearing a t-shirt?ā you sighed, looking at the outfit your boyfriend had chosen.
Tonight was an important night. Dani was having a party with his friends to celebrate his retirement from F1.
āI'm not wearing a suit to dance in a club, sillyā he said, rolling his eyes as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
You dropped the conversation, knowing that he was partly right. That night, you'd be going to the VIP area of Crystal, one of the best nightclubs in town, and you'd end up wasted and sweaty, so there was no need to get so fancy.
You were about to change your dress when his hands found your waist.
āDon't even think about it, you look gorgeous.ā he whispered.
You smiled shyly at the mirror as he started planting kisses on your cheek, moving down to your neck, where you tilted your head to give him more access.
You moaned his name.
āDani, not now, we're gonna be lateā you said when he started running his hands up your hips, rolling up your dress.
āYou're no funā he said pouting.
āOh! Later, Mr. Ricciardo, I'll show you just how much fun this boring girl can beā you teased him, tracing your finger through his stubble. āDon't shave, my loveā
He smacked your ass before grabbing his keys and leaving.
The bass is way too loud, your drink is too strong, and Dani has one hand planted on your ass like it belongs there.
Which, honestly, it does.
Youāre pressed into him in the middle of the club, lights flashing blue then red then something pink that makes his tattoos look unreal against his skin.
You had both already greeted your friends hours earlier. Lando and Max tried to give a farewell speech, but they both had too many tears in their eyes to even finish talking.
After a few drinks in the VIP area, some of your friends went out to the dance floor. You pulled Dani's arm to do the same, bored of sitting there listening to the men talk about different types of engines.
āCome on, old man, it's time to shake your hips. Or do they hurt too much?ā you teased, grabbing his hand to pull him up.
āVery funny, baby,ā said Dani, pretending to be annoyed.
āMaybe when you come back we'll have to push you out in a wheelchairā Lando joked.
āWe'll see who ends up in a wheelchair tonight.ā
āDirty dirty man, Danielā Max scolded.
Back on the dancefloor...
He leans down to say something in your ear but it gets lost halfway because his mouth brushes your neck and you forget how to breathe.
āBaby,ā he murmurs, low and teasing, lips right there. āYou having fun?ā
āMhmhā you manage to say.
You tilt your head, give him access on purpose. His fingers tighten, the gentle pressure starting to make a pool between your legs.
Somewhere behind you, youāre vaguely aware of other drivers, laughing, probably watching. Lando definitely is. You catch his wide eyes for half a second before Daniel shifts you so your back is fully to him, big strong hands anchoring you in place.
Possessive. Hot as hell.
Someone bumps into you and Daniel immediately reacts, arm wrapping around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder like a warning sign. You grin, raise his hand to your mouth, kiss over the ink forming a little 3 on his finger.
āRelax,ā you say. āItās just a party.ā
He laughs against your skin. āYeah? Then whyās everyone staring at me?ā
āMaybe because your paws are all over my ass, huh?ā
You glance around. Older, tattooed, stupidly charming Daniel with a younger girl grinding into him like she has zero shame.
He kisses you then. Not soft, not careful. Slow and hungry, like heās been waiting all night. Your hands fist in his shirt, heat pooling low in your stomach, the club disappearing into noise and motion around you.
āI don't think we can wait till we get home, let's go to the bathroom.ā
He backs you into the men's bathroom door immediately, forehead pressed to yours, breath uneven. āYouāre trouble,ā he says, smiling like he loves it.
You reach for him, fingers tracing ink of his arm, familiar and addictive. āYou knew that already.ā
His laugh is warm, his mouth finding yours again, hands roaming, confident, he lifts you up to the sink.
āI hope no one comes inā you say, hiding your face in his chest.
āLet them look if they want to.ā he said, turning your face so you were looking him in the eyes.
With his eyes still locked on yours, he began raising your dress, his fingers exploring the inside of your thighs until they reached your sensitive area.
He played with your pussy thru your thong before pulling it aside and sliding two fingers inside without warning.
āGod, baby, you're dripping. I barely had to push to get them in.ā
You could only moan at the new feeling. Dani's hand was huge, his fingers opening you up almost completely.
āGod, look how I fill you up.ā
You seek your own pleasure, grinding against his hand while his other hand pulls down the dress to free your breasts.
āI missed them already, they're perfect, my girls.ā
You laughed at that comment as he cupped them both with his free hand.
āDani, you'd finish on them this morning, don't be greedy.ā
You rocked harder against his hand as he sucked your nipples and rolled them between his fingers.
āDani, I'm comingā you said when your boyfriend gently bit your nipple.
He pulled his fingers out, covered in your juices, and put them in his mouth, sucking them dry.
āAs sweet as everā
Taking advantage of the fact that you were still recovering from your orgasm, he pulled you down from the sink and pushed you against it, looking at your reflection, your mascara smudged and your lip gloss forgotten from so many kisses.
āI'm going to fuck you like this, let's pick it up where we left off,ā he said, biting your earlobe.
He lifted your dress and spanked your round ass just to tease you and then he entered you without warning.
You both moaned.
āYou're so damn tight.ā
āYou're so big, Dani!ā
His hands ran over your waist. One of them went up to your neck, pressing his thumb against your tongue.
āJust like that, my love.ā
Between your moans and the wet sound of your skin slapping together, you didn't notice when the door opened.
Lando stood there, perplexed, watching his best friend fuck you. It was no secret that Lando found you attractive; you were gorgeous.
His glass suddenly slipped, causing Dani and you to turn and look at him.
Dani covered you with his body.
āWhat the hell are you doing, mate?!ā he asked, half amused, half angry that he had made him stop just as he was about to come.
āSorry, uhg, I was just coming, eh -ā
Lando ran out of the bathroom.
āWow, you've traumatized the kid.ā
āThat 'kid' is three years older than you, sweetheart.ā
āLet's go to a closed bathroom, this has turned me offā said Dani, pulling away from you.
You laughed as you headed to a bathroom and locked the door.
āNow thatās better, no one can bother us,ā said Dani, kissing you against the bathroom door.
āAs horny as I am right now, Iād like to get off and leave whatās left for home. I wouldnāt want to end up with gonorrhea.ā
Dani burst out laughing when he saw the look of disgust on your face as you inspected the bathroom.
āCome on, baby, I have an idea on how you can cum." Dani sat on the toilet lid and pulled you toward him, making you straddle his tattoo-covered thigh. "Ride me"
The network of tattoos on his thigh was your favorite, so without hesitation you began straddling his thigh, rubbing yourself faster and faster.
āThat's right, just like that,ā he said as he held your hips to give you more stability.
His words and your increasingly erratic movements made you cum, the uncertainty of being caught also contributing to the mix of emotions.
Dani cleaned you up and straightened your dress, you both left the bathroom without looking back, Lando was nowhere to be seen. You both decided to call it a night and go home.
"Quite the farewell party, huh?" he said, rubbing his hand over your curves.
"The real party starts in our bed" you said with a mischievous grin.
HEAR ME OUT Lando hooking up with some rando he met at a club or his current fwb/boyfriend, face down ass up bored out of his mind so he reaches for his phone and just starts scrolling when Oscar texts him asks him what he was doing so he tells him his literally getting fucked but the guy is really boring and one thing leads to another and they end up sexting and Lando's never came so hard in his life and now he's having a crisis cuz why would his straight friend even do that in the first place??
synopsis: he wins the season and all the glory. he just doesn't get to win you.
tags: cuckolding/jealousy
word count: 2.5k
a/n: for the sake of one shot variety, i made lando the wdc but i am op1 truther ALL THE WAY. but it was more fun to write cocky oscar since i write lando as a cocky piece of shit all the time. tee hee! :3
it was the night mclaren won the constructorās championship that the bet had been put in place. the brainchild of two winning drivers on top of the world, drunk off their asses with nothing to lose.
his team had won the constructorās. he had won the championship. unfortunately, the aforementioned bet had been on who would get to win you.
something to raise the stakes even higher.Ā
itās more than a little awkward for you, sitting like a piece of meat between the two boys on their private jet. the silence is poignant. Ā
ācome on, lando, donāt take it personal,ā oscar says, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. āyou canāt have it all, thatād be too easy.āĀ
you flush, shifting in the seat next to oscar. his hand lays possessively on your thigh, thumb skating over your knee every so often where he knows lando can see.
the other man sits across from the two of you in his own seat, arms crossed over his chest. he feigns disinterest, biting the inside of his cheek, but you can tell by the set of his jaw that he is pissed.
lando sighs angrily, eyes floating up to the ceiling. his foot bounces quickly up and down. ātell me why i agreed to this again?āĀ
oscar laughs softly, nails dragging lightly over your knee again. you shiver, looking anywhere but at him. ānot sure. bro code?āĀ
landoās features twist into an ugly grimace. āitās bro code that if i won this year, youād get to fuck my girlfriend? in front of me?āĀ
oscar holds up his hands in surrender. āhey, i barely remember that night either. but we have it in writing, pretty boy.ā he squeezes your knee, and you roll your ankle nervously.Ā
lando watches you with eyes burning, as oscar tilts your face towards him, eyes raking over your features. oscarās eyes slide down your throat, and down past the unbuttoned collar of your shirt where a bit of your lacy bra peeks out. he smiles broadly, hand rising to cup your jaw.Ā
āi love my job,ā he says, and then he kisses you, pressing you close to his body like you were his. he kisses you as if he has something to prove, tilting your jaw up with his thumbs to kiss you deeper, moaning loud into your mouth like you were better than sin. all of your better judgement vanishes when oscar touches you, practically collapsing into his body.Ā
oscar smirks against your mouth, knowing how much lando hates to see you enjoying yourself, but hey, itās not like oscar was exactly an undesirable choice.Ā
you move as if to speak, but oscar presses his mouth to yours again.Ā
āeyes on me,ā oscar says. he brushes the hair at your temples back roughly, gripping the back of your head, licking into your mouth. you whimper, thighs squeezing together as heat floods your system.
you canāt bring yourself to admit it, but oscar has always made you hot all over, with the serpentine glint to his gaze as he analyzes race data, tongue sharp-edged and quick to point out discrepancies between their two strategies. oscarās good at what he does, and he knows it.
itās almost a surprise, then, that youāre in the position youāre in now.
as if he can hear your thoughts, oscar breaks away, crudely wiping away his spit that clings to your bottom lip. he smiles slowly, boyish teeth looking more and more wolfish the longer he sizes you up. ācome here.āĀ
you shoot a nervous glance at lando, who watches the two of you with razor-sharp focus, but says nothing. he plays with his bottom lip, still bouncing his leg.Ā
you stand stiffly. oscar spreads his legs, smiling sweetly as you settle in between them. his chest is warm against your back. lando just stares at you, still quiet, chest rising and falling quickly.
āsheās sweet, lando,ā oscar purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you gasp under your breath, surprised by the tenderness of the motion as oscar coaxes your shirt over your head.Ā
you feel like you should feel worse about this, being fucked by your boyfriendās teammate and direct rival. but the possessive light in landoās eyes sets your skin on fire; his eyes seem to say youāre mine, youāre mine, youāre mine: a plea, a promise, and a threat all in one.
god, it makes your insides feel like molten lava.Ā
oscar noses along your jaw, smiling every so often when he hears your breath hitch. he sneaks a glance at lando, smirking as his hands wander over your torso. he grabs at your tits, slipping his fingers under your bra to pinch at your nipples.
āpretty baby,ā he murmurs, slipping a hand under the waistband of your jeans, fingertips brushing over your panties. āyouāre already soaked.āĀ
you whimper out of embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands. āstop, osc,ā you plead. ādonāt make this worse than it is.ā your face is hot, and your hips jerk involuntarily as oscar touches you again, this time under the flimsy fabric of your underwear. a poorly stifled moan makes its way past your lips.Ā
āyou love it.ā you can hear the gloating on oscarās voice. āis she always this obedient?āĀ
lando clears his throat, and you peek from behind your hands, swallowing thickly as pleasure radiates through your body. his voice is hoarse as he watches oscarās hand in your pants, unable to look away. āy-yeah. sometimes.āĀ
lando watches, pained, as oscar puts his hands on you, palming one of your breasts hard with one, the other sliding down your stomach to press against your clit. you arch away from him, exclaiming out loud as oscar slides his fingers through your arousal, teasing your clit with his fingertips. youāre sure youāre already red in the face, panting quietly.Ā
you open your mouth to argue when oscar presses a finger into you, effectively rendering you mute.Ā
oscar smiles at you. āhmā¦canāt speak now, can you?ā
if you thought oscar was good at his sport, this seemed to be another thing he was freakishly good at. his hands arenāt as big as landoās but heās skilled with his fingers, pressing another deep into you to his knuckles, just barely brushing over your clit with the heel of his hand.Ā
you bite down on your bottom lip, āshit.āĀ
āthere she is,ā oscar murmurs, pressing his palm harder against your cunt as he curls his fingers deeper into you. your hips press into his hand as if on instinct, desperate for more stimulation. oscar is touching you, but not enough, and you let out a huff of frustration.Ā
āsheās not yours, osc,ā lando mutters. oscar just laughs.Ā
āisnāt she?ā he retorts with a smirk as you writhe underneath him, clenching around his fingers. you wish you werenāt so responsive to oscar, body moving like you were under his spell.
ātell me what you want,ā oscar murmurs against your ear, smirking at lando. youāve sagged into oscarās body, already limp from want, feeling like you have a mouthful of cotton.
āfuck me, oscar,ā you plead quietly, defeated. his cock is hard underneath you, twitching every time you grind down on him. āplease, osc.āĀ
ātake them off.ā you can feel the arrogance radiating off of oscar as he taps your hip to stand, watching as you pull off your bottoms, quickly pulling off his own shorts and boxers.Ā
when you look back, you almost let out a lewd groan, seeing oscarās cock angry and red in his fist. heās a lot bigger than you expectedācertainly bigger than landoāand he settles back in his seat, looking vaguely amused at your wide-eyed expression.Ā
āyou can take it, sweetheart,ā oscar murmurs, tugging you gently towards him. you straddle him, flicking your eyes up to his face nervously, but oscar just nods, leaning back in his seat. you sneak another look back at lando over your shoulder, his cheeks bright red as he watches you take oscar in your palm, jerking your hand around him a few times. you spit on your palm, sighing as your hand glides over his cock before lining him up.Ā
āfuck,ā is all you hear when you start to sink down on oscarās cockāeither from your own mouth, or both of the boys, you donāt knowā breath stuttering, voice muted as he stretches you out slow. it stings, what with so little foreplay before, but youāre so turned on by the absurdity of it all that you take oscar with relative ease, letting out a long, languid moan as you bottom out.Ā
ājesus fucking christ,ā oscar mutters, Aussie accent thickening as you take him all the way, cheeks reddening as you bite your nails into his shoulders. it takes a moment to get used to oscarās size, but the burn is delicious, zipping up and around the rest of your body like electricity. you lean in to kiss him with reckless abandon, hot and heavy, overcome with a sudden heady craving for your boyfriendās teammate.Ā
lando curses under his breath as you start to move, lifting yourself up just before oscarās cock can slip out of you, and sinking down again with a satisfied moan. itās easier from here, rolling your hips into a messy rhythm. oscar presses his thumb to your clit, smiling as you kiss him to swallow your moans, grinding down harder for more stimulation. heās mean with it, just barely brushing over your clit, but it drives you crazy and he knows it.
āworld champion, and canāt even fuck his girl right,ā oscar grunts, landing a slap to your ass cheek. you whimper, desperately hoping you donāt look like youāre enjoying yourself too much. itās difficult though, when your legs are shaking, barely able to hold yourself open for oscar as he fucks into you from underneath.
youāre just starting to feel familiar warmth building in your stomach when oscar lifts you off of him amidst protests. then he settles back in his seat, pressing you into his chest so youāre facing away from him. landoās been frozen the whole time, lips parted as if he canāt quite believe what heās seeing.
āi want you to look at him while i fuck you, baby,ā oscar murmurs against your ear, cupping your jaw in his hand. you hold landoās gaze as you sink back down on oscarās cock with a moan, eyes watering. you wonāt cry. you canāt. not in front of oscar.
ājust keep looking at lan, sweetheart,ā oscar murmurs again, tucking his chin over your shoulder. lando watches your bodies move against each other, lids heavy as he tips his head against the headrest of his seat. heās so hard, cock straining against his jeans, all it does is make your mouth water, wishing you could take him and hold him in your mouth until he came.
the thought makes you clench around oscar, and he chokes back a groan. ājesus, lando sheās so tight.ā you stifle a wet moan, pressing a hand to your mouth as two fat tears slide down your cheeks. ābet she loves this, donāt you? humiliating him?ā Ā
āo- oscar, please,ā you plead, wrapping his arm around your stomach for leverage. you let out a frustrated whimper, knowing that your tears were just adding fuel to the fire. for a moment it feels like you canāt breathe, too overwhelmed by every new sensation that you choke. oscar shushes you by running a warm hand up and down your spine.
āhow does she look, lando?ā oscar purrs, brushing back your hair again, holding your head up. his touch is gentle, as he runs his fingers up and down your thighs, spreading you wider for lando. the movement leaves you gasping again, but oscar just presses his lips to your shoulder, eyes trained on his teammate.Ā
lando shakes his head, gaze searing. āfuck you, dude.ā he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying in vain to find a sitting position that would offer him some relief.Ā
oscar just grins, gripping your waist to coax your hips into a clumsy rhythm again. you lock eyes with your boyfriend, barely able to keep them open. your moans have become louder, more desperate as you keep your eyes trained on him. landoās brow is furrowed tight, fist pressed to his mouth as oscar bends you forward, wrapping a hand around your shoulder.Ā
āsay how much you like being fucked in front of your boyfriend, sweetheart,ā oscar grunts, fingers pressed hard into your shoulder.
āso good, osc,ā you whimper. he just talks so much, overwhelming your senses with nothing but oscar, oscar, oscar. you gasp as you feel every inch of his cock press into you again, mouth falling open, eyes rolling. you feel like you could cry, reaching out for lando. you want his reassurance, the familiarity of his touch.
ālando, baby,ā you babble, close to sobbing. āfuck,ā you cry out as pleasure wracks your body once more, leaving you winded. oscar fucks into you hard, leaving little time for you to even think, before heās thrusting into you again.Ā
lando swears again, unzipping his jeans to fist his cock in his hand. the tip has left a wet spot on his boxers, leaking with pre-cum. his hand slides over his cock easily, and he furrows his brow as he watches his teammateās cock sink back into you to the hilt.Ā
itās all you can do to stay upright, clutching onto oscarās hand pressing hard into your stomach. youāre close, and you can tell oscar is, too, cocky words dying into hard panting near your ear.Ā
the movements between the two of you have become feverish, both of you looking for release. lando watches, red in the face, gazing at your sweaty face through his lashes. he watches your stomach tense, your bottom lip worried in between your teeth, fighting against coming around oscar.Ā
āfuck, iām going to comeāā oscar knots his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back. you let out a strangled sound as your cunt clenches around him again. ātake it, baby. want lando to see your pretty pussy dripping with my come.āĀ
you arch backwards, reaching to pull on the hair at the back of oscarās head as you come hard, body going stiff as static fills your ears. for a few seconds all you know is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, blood rushing through your body, clutching onto oscarās arm like you might float away if you let go.
above the noise you hear oscar murmuring, ālook at herā¦canāt believe you get this every night, lando.ā it isnāt long before oscar comes deep inside you feeling your cunt spasm around him in the aftermath of your orgasm, holding you close like you were his own. you lean back in your exhaustion, burying your nose in his hair. itās soft, tickling your nose and you almost laugh againā bordering on hysterical.
lando just lets out a choked noise, white-knuckling the arm rest as he comes shortly after, spilling all over his fist. he stares at the ceiling, looking winded and vaguely frustrated. his eyes rake over your body, spent and almost lifeless in oscarās arms as the two of you breath heavily.
āthat wasā¦,ā lando mutters, reaching for one of the complimentary tissues that rest on a table nearby. āletās not do this again.ā
oscar fixes his teammate with a cold smile. āhey, if you donāt like it, maybe next time you should just lose.ā
š¤ childhood best friend!oscar x childhood best friend!reader
š¤ note: the Canadian gp wasnāt so nice for the Oscar girlies so here is something little to forget about it.
š¤ listen to 'Best Part' by my goat Daniel Caesar when reading this!
Childhood best friend!Oscar who still remembers exactly how you liked your sandwiches cut in primary school, and without even thinking, heāll do the same for you now, even though youāre adults, just because itās a habit he never wanted to break.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who has a curated collection of "inside jokes" that have lasted over a decade, half of which are so obscure that when the two of you start laughing in the middle of a crowded F1 paddock, people just stare because they have no idea whatās so funny.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who was your protector long before he was a professional driver, and while heās a calm and composed person on the outside, he becomes an absolute menace if he sees someone making you uncomfortable or causing you stress.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who has a secret folder on his phone of photos of you from when you were kids messy hair, missing teeth, and grass stains and heāll pull them out during his downtime to remind himself of where he came from and who has always been by his side.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who is terrible at admitting heās in love with you, so instead, he shows it through "acts of service," like driving hours out of his way to bring you your favourite snacks or making sure your car is serviced and safe so you don't have any accidents on the road.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who gets this specific, soft look in his eyes whenever you talk about your dreams and goals; he believes in you more than you believe in yourself, and heāll never let you forget that youāre capable of anything.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who hates it when other people flirt with you, and while he won't make a scene, heāll suddenly appear at your side with his arm draped casually over your shoulder, marking his territory in the most "best friend" way possible while his heart is actually hammering against his ribs.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who has a "safe place" with you where he can drop the driver persona, forget about the pressure of the grid, and just be the boy you grew up with the one who likes to read, joke around, and lean his head on your shoulder when heās too tired to speak.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who has a "language" of his own with you; a specific way he taps his fingers against your hand or a certain look he gives you across a room that meansĀ "Are you okay?"Ā orĀ "Let's get out of here, this is boring."Ā Itās a silent communication built on years of being inseparable.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who is secretly the most observant person in the world when it comes to you. He notices the tiniest shifts in your mood, the way your voice goes a pitch higher when you're nervous or how you bite your lip when you're thinking, and heāll quietly intervene with a distraction or a comforting hand on your back before you even have to ask for help.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who loves the quiet moments just as much as the big ones. Heāll spend hours just sitting in the same room as you, both of you on your phones or reading, not saying a word, but the mere presence of you is what truly recharges his batteries after a high stress race weekend.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who still carries a small token from your childhood, maybe a friendship bracelet thatās long since frayed or a lucky charm you gave him tucked away in his racing suit or his wallet, a silent reminder of the person who knew him before the fame.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who gets incredibly flustered when you do something "accidentally" affectionate, like leaning your head on his shoulder or grabbing his arm to pull him through a crowd. Heāll keep his face deadpan for the cameras, but his ears turn a bright, telltale red.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who makes sure he always has your favourite drink in the cooler during long travels, and he knows exactly how much ice you like, because heās been taking care of you since you were both ten years old.
Childhood best friend!Oscar who confesses after a particularly gruelling race weekend where the adrenaline is high and the exhaustion is deep. Youāre both back in a quiet hotel room or a shared apartment, the world finally feeling still. Youāre sitting close, and you let a comment slip, something teasing about how youāve basically been his "unofficial girlfriend" for years and that he should "make it official", expecting him to just roll his eyes or give you a deadpan retort like usual. But he doesn't. He goes completely still, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes, a look of pure, raw vulnerability that breaks your heart a little. It hits him like a crash at turn one, the way you always look at him, the way you've stayed by his side, the way he's been subconsciously gravitating toward you since you were kids. Heās been so focused on the track and the pressure of the grid that he was completely blind to the fact that the person he was pining for was standing right in front of him the whole time. His voice is low, almost a whisper, thick with a mix of relief and disbelief as he says,Ā "Wait... you... you've felt it too? All this time?"Ā Before you can even answer, heās closing the gap, his hand sliding into your hair to pull you into a kiss that is desperate, hungry, and tastes like years of unspoken longing finally being set free.
Please let me know if I should do HC like this for other drivers as well!
when you're arvid lindblad and you got a 9 on your maths and chem gcses a year early and you're a former snapchat wyll warrior and you correctly prophesized to lando norris you'd see him in f1 in 5 years and you aura farm every other day and you're nonchalant asf and you're a model by nature and you're on a magazine cover and you're a skateboarder and you're really into fashion and you don't follow the rich millionaire herd that plays golf and lives in monaco and you somehow do this while making your way into the f1 record books and oh you're also like the coolest guy on the grid ok ok we get it
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