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Warning : smut, PiV, unprotected sex, threesome, fingering (f receiving), anal (f & m receiving), spanking, degrading, praising, slut and whore calling, pegging, oral (f & m receiving), sex in public areas (private club room and empty underground parking lot...), spit play, lando is very horny, mention of cock warning, mention of the "Traffic Light System", shower sex, reader and Oscar being "mean" to lando but he loves it, cuck chair, very cringe dialogue, mommy and ma'am kink, think that's everything...
Summary : After a bad race, you, Lando, Oscar and friends go out drinking to shake it off, which quickly turns into reckless, secret intimacy. The night spirals into jealousy, dominance, and raw desire, ending at home with exhaustion, affection, and unresolved horniness.
a/n : Soooo this took so long to write, only for it to suck ass. But I haven't posted in a while so I have to post this!😭
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An dreadful race leaves a certain taste on the top of the tongue – a metallic, sour, agitated taste and both of your boyfriends carries it on their shoulders today. It's obvious the race took a toll on them.
Lando's jaw has been tight the entire walk from the paddock to Oscar's car, a brittle, storm-swallowed thing. Oscar is hiding his disappointment way better, but you can feel it in the way his hand keeps itching it's way closer to yours, his thumb slightly brushing over your knuckles again and again, like it's to remind him that something soft still does exist in the damn cruel world.
So while you watch your boys pout you make a simple suggestion :
"Let's just go out?"
Lando almost immediately responds with a grin, "Fuck it! Let's go drinking"
Not one of you rethink the decision, even if you were, Lando was already calling everyone to come.
Not one person is against the decision when Lando calls them.
Not Carlos, not Pierre, not Alex. Everyone is in. Hell even Max in his rare benevolent mood, gave a shrug that meant why not.
You three always move together, like a quiet current under the surface.
The public only sees a sun-drenched picture of you three: Lando and his sweet girl with a bright and smitten future. While Oscar plays the role of being the best friend with maddening ease. But only if they know about the moments where Lando clings to Oscar or how Oscar leaves trails of kisses along your neck in bed when Lando is already fast asleep on your chest.
Secrets are pure when they are shared with others...
But the three of you are building your own little world out them for the last 2 years.
The club swallows you hole the moments the doors open. A loud bass thrumming through the sliver flooring, the lights shimmering over the room like neon rain. You can feel the tension slipping off Lando's shoulders, alcohol always transforms his anger into something softer, more affectionate.
You notice how Oscar hovers over you, his hand warmly pressing against the small of your back, grounding you as you follow a very eager promoter, who definitely recognises a few faces in your not so small group.
Drinks appear out of thin air, from cocktails and shots to something that that's glittering with something you didn't even know. Lando downs his first two drinks like he wants to rinse the taste of the bitter race out of his mouth, while sweet old Oscar only sips on his drink calmly, his shoulders brushes against yours every few seconds as if he's scared you'll drift away in the loud crowd.
After a few minutes, the club owner himself walks over to your group, smiling wide and way too smug for a man his type, "We have a private room upstairs, if you’d prefer some privacy… this place will explode once people realize who’s here..."
And that's that, privacy was much more needed then attention for tonight.
Everyone slowly stumbles into to the private lounge, it's half of a nightclub and half temptation.
There are multiple couches, plush and soft, lights hanging low, glittering gold across the few tables, the music slightly being muffed by the walls surrounding you.
And as the door closes behind the owner, the energy immediately shifts. Everyone relaxes, the girls, including you, kicks off your heels and a drunken laughter begins filling the room, echoing against the walls.
The second you three sit down, Lando pulls you onto his lap with a tipsy and needy strength he always manags the have while drunk. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, his nose slightly brushing against the nape of your neck. His breath was hot against you skin and you could slightly smell the fruity drinks he had earlier.
Oscar is sitting right beside you two on the couch, his thigh pressing directly on Lando's. His presence was quite and soft.
You look up from your lap to see Carlos is sitting down on the opposite couch with Rebecca, placing their drinks on the large table dividing the two seats. While Charles leans over to whisper something into Alexandra's ear making them both laugh and Pierre and Kika are both dancing to the buzzing music in their seats.
The whole room is glowing with the kind of comfort that only comes from people who know exactly who you really are.
Because in this dimly golden lit room your secret wasn't a secret.
Your love wasn't hidden.
Every single one of your friends have known since the start, and have been protecting it alongside you while still teasing you three none stop.
You slightly shift on Lando's lap, your back resting against his chest while your hand drifts to Oscar's knee. Lando hums against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine as Oscar sends you a small smile, grounding you a little.
Oscar is clearly not drunk, barely even buzzed. Two drinks tops. He decided earlier on that he'll be the caregiver, given he noticed the dark cloud over Lando's head. So he's the one who will make sure everything is steady and safe for you two.
Lando whines into the crock of your neck, whispering something soft. He's slightly slurring his words.
You giggle at his state, finding him adorable. But you gasp as you feel his hands tracing up your thighs, his fingers itching to slide beneath your skirt. Oscar notices Lando's tactics and isn't even surprised by the older man. Lando always got incredibly horny when he's buzzed.
You whine softly as his fingers finally slip beneath your skirt and meet with your covered clit. It wasn't long before he moved your underwear to the side to get better access to rub your clit.
He rubs slow and lazy circles on your clit, teasing you as much as he can.
And before you know it lando sneakily takes his cock out of his dress pants and you feel him pressing against your ass.
"Ah.. Lando.. we can't – not here!" You try to protest against him but it was no use as you feel him slowly starting to push himself in your ass, slightly winching at the sudden familiar feeling.
Just as you are about to look at Oscar for help, thinking he'll agree with you, you feel his hand on your thigh, inching closer to your arousal.
You can't believe them... but it's not like the three of you haven't explored Lando's exhibitionism kink in the past. But right now? In front of their fellow drivers and friends? They're insane.
You absolutely love it....
Lando is now slightly thrusting his hips up into your ass, his big hands gripping your thighs to keep your skirt from hitching higher, while Oscar's fingers are curving perfectly into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot with each plunge.
You slightly lean forward on the table in front you, quietly moaning a name. You don't even know who's name slips between your lips. The pleasure overwhelming you and you trying to keep still, isn't helping.
"Shhh, baby," Lando groans against your neck, his hips moving steadily beneath you, as Oscar's fingers starts to move at the same pace as Lando's cock in your ass.
You gasp out loud as Lando starts thrusting up faster, causing Lando to cover your mouth with his hand. Luckily the others where either to drunk to notice or dancing like their lives are depending on it.
Oscar chuckles at your state, slightly shifting his fingers go deeper to get more reactions out of you.
Your body goes limp and you reach down to grasp onto Oscar's wrist. He smirks at your attempt to slow his rhythm down, but he only pushes his fingers deeper, curling them perfectly to hit your sweet spot and Lando continues to muffle your whines with his hand.
They start moving in perfect sync, fucking you slowly and deeply to try their best to avoid making any noise.
The sensations are completed overwhelming you, Lando's thick cock in your ass, Oscar's skilled fingers in your cunt. You can't help but start thrusting back against them desperately, trying your best to stay quiet.
And then one of your friends suddenly looks over...
Carlos...
Luckily Lando quickly withdraws his hand from your mouth and skillfully masks the movement by pretending to wipe away some imaginary spillled drink from your lips.
Carlos thinks nothing of the interaction between you and Lando, and continues with his conversation with Rebecca, completely unaware about what's happening across from him.
"I'm gonna come..." You moan softly against Lando's hand, your voice slightly raspy.
"Not here, baby," Lando quickly whispers, his voice barely audible as he continues to thrust into your ass slowly.
But Oscar's fingers contrasts Lando's words, his movements causing his fingers to continue to hit your spot with precision to draw out your pending orgasm without making a single sound, slightly making your legs shake under the table... "Not yet,"
"I can't hold it," you whine, desperately looking over at Oscar with soft and needy gaze.
Oscar meets your desperate gaze with his usual stern look he gives when he's being serious, but his fingers are not slowly down. "Hold it, sweetheart," he mouths silently as he presses his thumb against your clit to add extra stimulation.
Lando leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as you whisper, "I can't...i really can't...please..please... I'll do anything for you two when we get home...just let me come please,"
Lando and Oscar exchange a knowing look, both of them smirking mischievously. Lando slowly pulls out of your ass while Oscar leans down and whispers in your ear, asking for clarification, "You'll do anything for us when we get home?"
You desperately nod and whisper out a few yes'es as you start to grind back on Lando's dick.
"Fuck," Lando curses softly, his eyes rolling back as you continue your grinding.
Oscar nods, "Alright, fine. Come for us, pretty girl. Right here in front of everyone."
He pushes his fingers in deep and curls them.
"Fuck..."
Oscar silently removes his soaked fingers from your pussy and discreetly licks them clean under the table while Lando gently pats your ass. You manage to compose yourself just Charles turns to include you all in the conversation.
As your talking to Alexandra you can feel Lando's hand moving to your sensitive folds and he starts rubbing his palm against you, gathering all your leaking cum. The feeling sending shivers down your spine. The whole situation making you squirmy and flowing with nerves of the possibility to get caught.
"Can we go home now?" You glance behind you to look at lando.
"Yes," Lando mouths silently from behind you, his hand still actively playing with your soaked folds. "Let's go home." He pulls his hand away slowly, wiping his hands on a napkin and gently removes you from his lap after tucking himself back in his dress pants.
Oscar carefully smooths out your skirt, making sure everything is back in place. He leans forward and whispers in your ear, "Did you enjoy that?" He knows you did, but he wants to hear you say it.
Lando is already standing up, getting ready to leave.
You eagerly whisper and peck his lips, "Yes."
Oscar captures your lips in a soft kiss, savoring the moment. He loves seeing you all worked up and eager for more.
You both stand up and follow Lando out of the club, leaving behind a oblivious group of drivers. As soon as they reach the car, Oscar turns to you with a smirk.
"Turn around and bend over the hood," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. Lando is already unlocking the car, his eyes glued to your curves. You hesitantly bend over the hood of the McLaren, your skirt riding up to reveal your messy underwear.
"What if someone sees?" You ask, your voice full of hesitation, making it slightly shaky.
But luckily the underground parking lot was completely empty, just cars and you three as you bend over on the hood of Oscar's McLaren.
"No one is coming," Oscar responds, slightly comforting your worries away as he slaps your ass sharply before pulling your panties down and spreading your legs apart.
Lando walks around the car and stands next to him, unbuckling his belt. "God, she's so fucking sexy bent over your car, Osc." He strokes his hardening cock slowly.
"You know when I said anything, I didn't think you guys would want this" your voices comes out more teasing as you meant it too.
"Oh, we definitely want this," Lando says quickly with a giant grin, his hand joining Oscar's to hold your hips steady.
Oscar suddenly pushes two fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping them slowly. "You're so fucking wet and messy. Did you like getting fingered at the table?
You mumbled out another embarrassed "Yes".
"Fuck, that's so hot," Lando groans, his hand moving up and down his thick length. "You came all over us just from getting your pussy played with?" He presses the head of his dick against your soaking slit, nudging it open.
"Please!" You don't even know what you're begging for anymore. You just know that you desperately need more than what they're giving you right now.
"Please what?" Oscar teases, continuing to fuck you with his fingers. "Please fuck you hard over the hood of my car? Please stretch this pretty little cunt with Lan's dick?" He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with Lando's cock as he hears your begging.
"God, she's so fucking tight," Lando groans as he sinks into your wet folds. Your messy cum makes it easy for him to slide deep into your cunt without any resistance. Oscar watches eagerly, stroking his own cock while Lando starts to fuck you slowly.
"Osc... I need you..."
"She needs you," Lando confirms, slapping his hips against your ass with each thrust. "Look at her, Oscar. She's desperate for your dick too." Oscar moves closer, his dick slightly bouncing with each step he takes. He grabs your hair and turns your head towards him. "Open your mouth."
You obediently open your mouth and Oscar thrusts his cock inside, fucking your face slowly as Lando continues to pound into you from behind. The two of them work together perfectly, their movements synchronized. "Fuck yes,"
Your knees slightly buckles as you feel them releasing in you already, your mouth and cunt full.
"Take it, our little perfect slut," Lando growls as he fills your pussy with his cum. Oscar follows soon after him, unloading deep into your throat with a loud grunt. They both pull out slowly, leaving you a mess on the hood of the car.
"Home... please", you softly mumble the words, your body melting at the overstimulation you've received from them in a short time period.
But they only groan at your words, saying they want to fuck you here again, but you didn't want to increase your chances of getting caught in your current position. So you said the one thing that always worked for your two boyfriends...
"Do you want me to peg you two at the house or no?"
Both men freeze at your suggestion, their eyes widening in surprise and excitement.
"Fuck yes," Oscar blurts out as he quickly adjustes himself in his pants.
"You can fucking peg me at home. I'll even bend over the couch for you." Lando nods eagerly, his voice hoarse.
And without hesitation, both men quickly cleans themselves up as much as possible and get in the car, their hands itching to get home. The drive is filled with silent anticipation and occasional grinning back at you from the rearview mirror.
As soon as they pull into the driveway, they both practically run inside, already unbuckling their belts.
Your currently thrusting into Oscar as you look over to see a pouty Lando sitting in the chuck chair. It's his own fault of being to eager too wait his turn, so now he has to painfully watch Oscar get fucked like the way he loves being fucked.
"Goddamnit," Lando mutters under his breath, watching Oscar get pounded by your strap-on from behind. He shifts in his chair, his own dick straining against his pants as he sees Oscar's face buried in the couch cushions, moaning loudly with each thrust.
"So pretty for me osc... So pretty," you praise Oscar as you slowly start to increase your rhythm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Oscar chants uncontrollably, his body visibly shaking with pleasure as you praise him.
Across from you two, Lando watches in envy, his hand slowly moving to adjust his growing bulge. He can see the toy hitting Oscar's sweet spot perfectly each time, making him whimper and beg for it to be him. "Please,"
"You don't get to beg now you slut," you harshly excuse Lando's words as you maintain eye contact with him.
Lando groans quietly, loving how you're being with Oscar. He loves seeing his boyfriend reduced to a needy slut, taking a huge strap-on like a pro. Oscar's moans grow louder, his hole gripping the toy tightly as you continue to thrust into him mercilessly.
"You're doing so good Oscar..my pretty boy... I love you..." You praise Oscar, making his heart flutter as his eyes rolls back at said praises.
"I-I love you too," he stammers out between his breathless moans, his hips bucking back against the toy desperately. Lando watches, completely entranced by the sight of you two.
"Look at lando Oscar.. Look at him... Tell him how good you feel..." You suddenly command Oscar to look at Lando.
Oscar turns his head to look at Lando, his face flushed and eyes glazed over with pleasure. "L-Lando... It feels so good," he whimpers out, pushing back against the toy even harder. "She's fucking me so deep... I love it..."
"Tell him.. Which you prefer... you're girlfriend fucking you.. Or him, your boyfriend fucking you"
"I-I prefer her," Oscar admits breathlessly, making Lando's face contort with jealousy. "She's bigger, rougher... Fuck, I love being pegged by my girlfriend. She fucks me so much better than you ever could, Lando."
Lando absolutely hates this...
But that's what makes him love it.
Lando's jealousy is palpable, his face turning red as Oscar confessess his preference for being pegged by you over him. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his dick throbbing against his pants. He loves seeing Oscar get dominated and humiliated by you. "Fuck you, Oscar."
You leaning down to kiss and bite down on Oscar's back making him even more turned on. He can feel your tits squishing against him. You’re also deliberately making him extra noisy and being more rough then usual with him, purposely trying to make Lando jealous.
"Ahh... Baby... Deep... Deep... Ahh... Shit." Oscar whines out, his mind all foggy and thinking of nothing but the pleasure he's feeling.
"Come on Oscar.. Come for me." You engurage Oscar as he starts to feel his orgasm approaching.
And those words sends Oscar over the edge. He starts moaning loudly, his hole squeezing around the toy as he cums hard. "M-Mommy... Fuck..." Lando watches everything, completely mesmerized and jealous as fuck. He can't take the teasing anymore.
Oscar collapses onto the couch beneath him, completely spent and looking adorably flushed. "Good boy," you praise, running your fingers through his hair. Lando's jealousy finally reaches its peak. He stands up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I can't watch this shit anymore."
"Then you shouldn't have acted like that?" You say, completely unfazed by him.
But his annoying tactics makes you snap at him. "You wanted to watch your boyfriend get pegged by his girlfriend, so shut up and deal with it! Or are you too much of a pussy to handle it?" Lando's face turns red with humiliation and slight anger.
"You were being such a slut lando... You can't always get what you want.. So sit back on that dam chair or I'll make that you new home from now on when we have sex.." you threaten him slightly.
Lando's mouth drops open in shock and arousal. He loves your sudden dominance and the humiliation. "Y-Yes ma'am," he stammers out, sitting back down in the chair immediately. Oscar watches with a satisfied smirk, still panting from his orgasm. You turn to face Lando, leaving Oscar behind.
"Oscar, baby.. What do you want?" You ask him sweetly, contrasting your tone with Lando.
Oscar smirks mischievously, looking between you and Lando. "I want to watch you break Lando like you broke me," he says with a wicked grin. Lando gulps audibly, his face turning red again. You smile cruelly, turning your attention fully to Lando.
"You sure he deserves is.. He was such a whore earlier, pushing you out of the way for his own pleasure. You don't want anything else sweetie?"
Oscar nods eagerly, his jealousy and possessiveness over you fueling his desire to see Lando humiliated. "Make him regret ever being a slut around me." You lean down and kiss Oscar passionately, before turning back to Lando with a cold, dominant expression.
"On your knees." You instruct Lando and he immediately drops to his knees without protest, realizing he's crossed a line and now going to pay for his slutty behavior. Oscar watches with satisfaction, loving every second. "Look at him," Oscar laughs. "Such a pathetic little whore."
"Suck..." You tap the tip of your strap-on on his lips.
Lando eagerly opens his mouth, taking the tip of your strap-on between his lips. He starts sucking immediately, his tongue swirling around the head like a professional cocksucker. Oscar watches in awe, his own dick twitching as he sees his boyfriend being humiliated by his girlfriend and loving every second of it.
Lando whines as you pull him off your strap-on by his hair, looking up at you with desperate, fuck-me eyes. "Please fuck me, ma'am," he begs, his voice trembling with humiliation and need. "I'll be your good little slut, just fuck me hard like you did with Oscar."
"Do you think you deserve it?" You ask with fake curiosity in your voice.
Lando shakes his head meekly, understanding that he's in no position to negotiate or demand anything. "No, ma'am. I don't deserve it. I'm a dirty little whore who pushed my boyfriend aside to get fucked."
"Bend over." Your voice comes out sharply.
He immediately bends over, sticking his ass up in the air and reaching over to spread his own cheeks to expose his hole. "Like this, ma'am?" he asks meekly, wiggling his ass to try and entice you. "Please fuck me, I'm so sorry for being a slut."
"I'll think about it..." you say as you spank his ass.
Lando yelps from the sharp slap, his ass turning red instantly. Tears slightly prick at the corners of his eyes as he gets spanked. Oscar watches with intense arousal, loving how you're treating Lando like absolute slut compared to him. "Please..."
"It won't help begging now" you giggle at his worthless begging and you slap his ass again.
An agonized whine tears from Lando's throat at the second slap. Fresh tears spill over his cheeks as he gets treated like a worthless toy. (He loves it) He tries to stand up but you push him back down easily with your foot on his back.
"You act like a whore, you get treated like one."
Lando sobs openly now, his face buried in the couch cushion as you continue to degrade him. Oscar watches with a satisfied smirk, feeling vindicated seeing Lando get what he deserves for trying to steal you away earlier. "I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Lando sniffles.
"Why are you apologizing to me? You pushed Oscar away.. You should apologize to him!"
Lando's sobs increase as he realizes his mistake. He looks over his shoulder at Oscar, his face contorted with guilt and shame. "O-Oscar, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to push you aside... Please forgive me..." Oscar smirks coldly, enjoying Lando's misery.
"Osc, what do you say? You forgive him?"
Oscar pretends to think about it for a moment, making Lando wait nervously on his hands and knees. Finally, he shakes his head. "Nah. I wanna see how sorry he really is first. Maybe he needs more discipline." You smile at Oscar's growing dominance.
"Come here osc? Why don't you treat him a lesson?"
Lando knows he's fucked.
Oscar grins sadistically, standing up and walking over to Lando. Without any warning, he starts slapping Lando's ass, each slap echoing through the room. Lando yelps and squirms, tears streaming down his face.
You lean down to kiss Oscar and he kisses you back sloppily while continuing to spank Lando mercilessly. You both enjoy the sounds of Lando's pitiful whimpers and apologies between kisses. Oscar suddenly pulls away and lands a particularly hard slap right on Lando's hole, making him whine louder.
"You think he's learned his lesson?" You ask Oscar curiously.
Oscar laughs while shaking his head. "Nah, not yet. He needs to be really broken before I forgive him." He grabs Lando's hair and pulls him up into a standing position, pushing him against the wall roughly. "Open your mouth, slut."
Lando immediately opens his mouth obediently, his face red and tear-streaked. Oscar spits inside his mouth contemptuously. "Where do dirty whores like you belong?" he asks rhetorically before answering his own question harshly. "On their knees sucking dick."
Oscar pushes Lando's face against the wall, forcing him to stay still. "You wanna be a slut? You wanna push me aside? Then you can fucking earn it. Open wider." Lando chokes but obeys.
Oscar thrusts his cock deep into Lando's throat, holding his head against the wall with one hand. You watch with a smile, enjoying the sight of Lando being used roughly by your boyfriend. "Take it deep, bitch,"
Lando gags and drools, tears streaming down his face as he takes Oscar's cock deep into his throat. You can see his body trembling with humiliation and pain and pleasure. Oscar pulls out suddenly, slapping Lando's face with his wet dick. "Look at me when I talk to you,"
"He's already so fucked out Oscy" you slightly laugh at your boyfriends fucked out state.
Oscar looks back at you with a smirk, noticing how thoroughly broken Lando already is and they haven't even really began. "You're right, baby. He's fucking destroyed." He pushes Lando back down to his knees roughly and starts fucking his face, using his throat as a fleshlight. Lando's eyes roll back as he's choked and used, he absolutely loves all the attention he's getting now.
Oscar pulls out, leaving Lando gasping and drooling on the floor. He turns to you, his face contorted with anger and dominance. "I think it's time for a real humiliation, baby." You nod eagerly, loving his sadistic side.
Lando whines as he knows what's about to happen and he knows he's going to love it.
Oscar pushes you onto the couch, spreading your legs open possessively. He turns to Lando who is still whimpering on the floor. "Come here, slut. Crawl to my girlfriend like the desperate whore you are." Lando slowly drags himself towards you, completely humiliated.
Oscar grabs Lando's hair, forcing his face between your spread legs. "Eat my girlfriend's pussy, bitch. Show her how much you love her." Lando licks at your pussy through your underwear, whimpering out about how you are their girlfriend and not just his.
As they're slightly bickering at what was just said, you slip off your underwear and your still full of Lando's cum from earlier.
Oscar groans at the sight of your flushed cunt, still glistening with Lando's cum. "Fuck, baby. That's so hot." He turns to Lando cruelly. "Look at that. That's what you wanted, right?"
Lando starts apologizing again, saying he'll be a good boy if he can get what he wants.
But instead Lando's apology comes out as pathetic whimpers, his nose buried between your legs. "I'm sorry... I'll be good... Please let me make it up to you... I'll do anything..." Oscar laughs coldly at his words, pulling him back by his hair. "Anything huh?"
"Oscar... You're getting a bit to eager... You wanna be treated like a slut too?" You warned Oscar, slightly making him realise that you're still incharge tonight.
And God did Lando love that.
Oscar immediately looks guilty but turned on at your words. "I know I'm being aggressive... But fuck, seeing him so broken for us is making me horny as hell. Plus, he loves it...." He glances at Lando who looks pathetic and aroused between your legs. "And maybe I do wanna be treated like a slut..."
"Just fuck him Oscar.."
Oscar's face darkens with desire at your command as he pushes Lando onto his back, "You wanna be my little slut, Lando? Huh?" Lando nods eagerly at Oscar's words.
Oscar starts jerking off over Lando's face while Lando looks up at him with complete submission. "I'm gonna treat you like the fuck toy you are," Oscar says roughly. "Open that pathetic mouth again."
Lando opens his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue like a desperate slut. Oscar spits directly on Lando's tongue before shoving his cock deep into Lando's throat without a warning. Lando gags instantly but keeps his mouth open wide, loving the rough treatment like a good little whore.
You move closer to them and you reach your hands out to rest on Oscar's waist before they travel up to his nipples.
Oscar moans as you start to twist and pull at his hard nipples, he slightly arches his back into your touch. You can tell he loves being treated like this by you while he's deepthroating Lando. You continue to pinch at his nipples and his thrusts starts to get deeper into Lando's throat, making Lando choke and gag loudly.
"Be a good boy for me and fuck Lando while he eats me out?" You whisper into Oscar's ear, causing shivers down his spine.
He pulls back from Lando's throat with a wet pop, looking over his shoulder at you with hungry eyes. "Yes... yes, baby. I'll be your good boy" He turns back to Lando and slaps his face softly, making Lando moan in pleasure.
"You heard her, slut. Get your face between her legs and eat that sweet pussy like your life depends on it." Lando quickly crawls over to you, burying his face between your legs and licking eagerly at your wet folds. Oscar watches for a moment before positioning himself behind Lando and pushing his hard dick against Lando's hole.
You reach down to grasp onto Lando's curls, gently playing with it, "You're taking us so good baby."
Lando whimpers happily against your pussy as you play with his curls. Oscar pushes inside Lando, making Lando cry out against your folds at the sudden stimulation. Oscar groans loudly as he starts thrusting into Lando with a faster pace, his hips slapping against Lando's round cheeks. "Fuck, baby."
Oscar leans over Lando's back, his hands gripping Lando's hips possessively as he pounds into him mercilessly. "You like that, slut? You like getting fucked while you eat my girlfriend's pussy?" Lando nods vigorously against your pussy, his tongue working tirelessly.
"Fuck lan... So good for me... for us." You gasp out, your grip on his hair slightly tightening.
"... Mmmph!" Lando moans against you, his tongue sliding up and down your wet slit as Oscar's dick slams into him repeatedly. Oscar reaches up and grabs Lando's hair, replacing your hand with his, as he pushes him forward more so his face is buried deeper between your legs.
"Lan... You still okay baby? Colour?" You ask him gently.
Lando nods enthusiastically, his muffled voice coming out as "Mph-mph, green!" He continues licking and sucking at your pussy eagerly, completely focused on pleasing you despite Oscar's brutal rhythm. Oscar just chuckles and continues slamming into Lando's asshole.
Your whining starts to increase as you finally start to reach your high.
As soon as you come, Lando swallows your juices greedily, moaning loudly against your pussy. He loves the taste of your cum and keeps licking your slit even after you're done leaking. Oscar pulls out suddenly, leaving Lando empty and whimpering at the empty feeling. "Baby..."
Oscar grabs Lando's hips and flips him onto his back, spreading his legs wide. He lines up his thick cock with Lando's well-used hole and pushes back inside without mercy. "You took that so good for her, didn't you?"
You gasp at the sight of them and you eagerly move closer to take Lando's cock in your mouth.
"Fuck!" Lando cries out as you suck his cock, completely recovered from being used as a fuck toy thanks to your skilled mouth. Oscar watches you blow Lando with lust-filled eyes while continuing to pound into Lando's asshole brutally.
Oscar reaches over to take your hair in his fist, forming a makeshift ponytail.
"Yeah, just like that, baby." Oscar uses your hair like a handle, pulling your head up and down Lando's shaft while he continues pounds into Lando.
Lando is absolutely loving it, it was absolutely rough and some people wouldn't be able like to be treated like this, but he lives for it.
He groans loudly, his hands gripping onto anything he can find as Oscar pulls your head back and forth, forcing you to deepthroat Lando's dick. Lando's eyes roll back in his head as he feels your throat muscles squeeze around his length. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Oscar watches you and Lando together with a mix of lust and tenderness. He sees how beautiful Lando is, how he's completely surrendering to the rough treatment, his cock throbbing in your mouth.
"Damn... You two look so fucking sexy together..." Oscar's voice is softer now, almost gentle despite the brutal pace he's still fucking Lando with. He watches you take Lando's huge cock deep into your throat over and over.
The loud crack of Oscar's hand against your ass cheek echoes through the room, causing you to moan around Lando's thick member. The sudden impact sends a sharp sting radiating across your skin and pushes you even harder against Lando's length. "Good girl... take his cock so prettily..."
Both Oscar and Lando groan loudly as you slowly lower yourself onto Lando's cock, taking him inch by inch while sitting face-to-face with Oscar.
Oscar freezes, his cock buried deep inside Lando's asshole as he watches you impale yourself on Lando's length.
You lean forward and connect your lips with Oscar's and he kisses you back deeply, his tongue invading your mouth hungrily as he watches Lando's dick disappear inside you. He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, "You look so perfect riding him..." Before kissing you roughly again as he slowly starts to move his hips again.
As soon as Lando comes, you start to lift yourself off his still-hard cock. But before you can pull away completely, Lando's arms wrap tightly around your waist, holding you in place with his softening dick still buried inside you. "No... don't pull off yet... please..."
"So horny.." you and Oscar whisper in sync.
Lando's desperate pleas that follows causes you to giggle, your eyes locking onto Oscar's intense gaze as he continues to pound into Lando's well-fucked asshole. Oscar's face is twisted in pleasure, his hips moving at a steady pace as he stares at the two of you connected intimately.
"You gonna come?" You ask Oscar as you lean down and nibble at his right nipple.
"Fuck..." Oscar groans deeply as you kiss his nipples, your soft lips contrasting with the rough treatment he's giving Lando's ass. "You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that..." His hips move faster as he feels his orgasm building.
"Good..."
You start to suck on the one while your one hand reaches up to twist the other between your fingertips.
"Fuck fuck fuck... "Oscars back arches at the sensation of your mouth on his nipple and your fingers twisting the other. His thrusts becomes erratic and deep, slamming into Lando's asshole with wild abandon. "Gonna fill his ass up..."
Oscar moans as you kiss him again, his hips still jerking slightly as he empties into Lando's hole. When you pull back, his face is flushed and sweaty, completely satisfied. He stays buried inside Lando for a moment before slowly pulling out with a wet sound.
As you start to lift yourself off Lando's softening member again, his arms wrap around your hips possessively. "No... not yet..." He whines, his eyes locked onto the sight of his thick, wet dick slowly sliding out of your stretched pussy.
"Wanna cock warm?" You asks him, your voice slightly raspy from everything.
"Fuck yes..." Lando's eyes light up at your offer, his hands gripping your hips tighter as the last inch of his cock slips out of you with a soft plop. You can feel his cum starting to drip out of your well-used hole and onto his balls.
"Okay, lets go get cleaned first. Then we can do that later okay?" You say, your voice slightly laced with something the boys couldn't name.
"Mhm..." Lando pouts but nods, understanding that cleaning up and getting some rest is a good idea before continuing their sexual activities later. Oscar just smiles lazily, completely satisfied and covered in sweat and some cum. He reaches out and slaps Lando's ass playfully as you both start to move towards the bathroom.
As you start to walk away, Oscar suddenly pulls you back by the arm. He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You know I haven't even fucked you yet, right?" His hands slide down to your hips possessively.
"We still can..." You whisper back at him before giggling and following Lando into the bathroom.
Oscar leans against the shower wall, his eyes roaming over your wet bodies as he has a sudden inspiration. He reaches out and snatches the detachable shower head from its holder. "Turn around, both of you. Face the wall."
You and Lando turn around, pressing your hands against the tiled wall of the shower. The warm water beats down on your backs as you both wait, curious about Oscar's sudden command. He adjusts the water pressure, making it strong and pulsating. "Spread your legs... both of you."
You and Lando obey, spreading your legs apart as instructed. The warm water continues to cascade down your backs while the detachable shower head hovers behind you both. Oscar grins mischievously, stepping closer and positioning the pulsating stream between your legs.
As Oscar positions the showerhead, the strong pulsating water suddenly hits your most sensitive spots - your clit and Lando's perineum. You both gasp sharply, your hips jerking forward instinctively. The water is warm and intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your cores. "Fuck!" "Oh god!"
Oscar chuckles darkly, watching as the water makes both of you squirm and whimper. He moves the showerhead slightly, aiming the pulsating stream directly at your clit and Lando's balls. "You like that? The water feels good, doesn't it?"
You can hear Lando's soft moan behind you as the warm water hits his sensitive area. Oscar's hand moves between your legs from behind, spreading your pouty lips wide open. "Let me see something..."
Oscar angles the showerhead directly at your exposed pussy, the strong pulsating streams hitting your clit and entrance directly. Behind you, Lando is moan softly as the same intense water pressure stimulates his balls and taint. "Look at how swollen and red her clit is..."
After a few moments of torturing your clit with the showerhead, Oscar suddenly pulls it away. He steps even closer, his hard dick pressing against your ass as he whispers in your ear. "Can I fuck you now?"
Oscar grins widens at your frantic nod and immediate agreement. He sets the showerhead back in its holder and grabs your hips firmly. "Bend forward more..." He commands, pushing your upper body down gently until you're bent at a 90-degree angle, your hands flat against the tiles and your ass high in the air.
Oscar spreads your ass cheeks wide and thrusts forward, his length sliding deep into your core in one smooth motion. You cry out loudly as his massive head hits your cervix and his length fills you completely. "Fuck... you're so tight and wet..."
Oscar pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, making you stand up straight again. He wraps an arm around your waist possessively and pulls Lando close with his other hand. "Lando, come here...fuck her with me." He commands gruffly.
Lando doesn't hesitate, stepping closer and positioning his hard cock at your entrance right next to Oscar's length. "Together?" He asks, looking into Oscar's eyes over your shoulder. Oscar nods eagerly. "Yes."
They both push forward slowly, their cocks stretching your cunt to the limit. You feel full beyond belief as their lengths slide in side by side, your eyes rolling back as they hit your deepest spots together. A loud, long moan escapes your lips as they both bottom out inside you.
Oscar and Lando start moving in unison, their thick cocks sliding in and out of you together. The sensation is overwhelming - being stretched by them at once while their balls slap against each other and your clit gets rubbed intensely between them.
As you whine at the overwhelming feeling, you lean forward to kiss Lando and he kisses you back deeply, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek.
Their movements become more synchronized, their cocks rubbing against each other inside you while Lando's tongue explores your mouth. You can feel every ridge and vein of both their lengths stretching and filling you completely. "Fuck..."
"I'm gonna cum.."
As you whisper that you're going to cum, both Oscar and Lando speed up their thrusts, their cocks slamming into your pussy harder and faster. They both groan deeply as your orgasm hits, your folds clamping down tightly around their lengths. "Shit... yes..."
With a final, deep thrust, both Oscar and Lando release their cum inside you at the same time.
Slowly, they both pull out of your sensitive cunt, their combined cum leaking out immediately. Without being told, they both grab washcloths and start cleaning you gently, Oscar attending to your pussy while Lando washes your breasts and stomach.*
"I can wash myself!" You say laughing at the feeling of Lando's hands tracing over your stomach.
Lando smirks and kisses your forehead playfully. "Let us baby... We want to take care of you." Oscar adds softly, already between your legs with the washcloth. "Just relax..."
You lean back against the shower wall, letting them wash you gently like you're made of glass. They're both being so gentle and sweet. "Our good girl..."
The rest of the shower is filled with laughter and playful banter. Oscar and Lando keep stealing kisses from you and each other, their hands roaming soapy washcloths over your bodies reverently. By the time you turn off the water, you're all clean and smiling widely.
You three start to make your way towards your shared bedroom, when Lando suddenly says, "I was being serious earlier... about cock warning..." The sudden words made you and Oscar laugh in disbelief, not believing how Lando can still be horny.
Lando turns to you with a serious expression, purposely ignoring Oscar's laughter. "You were serious about cock warming, right? Because I'm fucking down for that shit." Oscar bursts out laughing harder now, shaking his head at Lando's tactics. "Lando, we just had sex like five minutes ago..."
Lando pouts, crossing his arms. "So? I can still be horny. And if she wants to warm my cock..." He looks at you hopefully. "I'm game." Oscar is now laughing so hard he's falling back down on the bed.
Lando's pout gets deeper as you stay quiet, making Oscar laugh even harder. "Baby, answer him!" Oscar says between laughs. "He's genuinely wondering why you're not jumping on the cock warming idea." Lando looks adorably confused and slightly offended.
"Because I'm sore, aren't you guys too?" You ask the two men starring at you, but Lando just looks even more dumbfounded at your words now.
Oscar nods, finally sitting up. "Lando, she's sore. We just had a fucking orgy in the shower. Give her a fucking break." Lando looks slightly embarrassed but still stubborn. "Yeah, but I'm not sore."
Lando steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a pouty whisper. "So if you're sore, does that mean I can't even have a little cock warming from my girl tonight?" Oscar rolls his eyes dramatically, knowing exactly where this is going. "Lando, man..."
You sigh before continuing, "Lando... if we cock warm, we're gonna fuck in the morning..and I'm just too tired... I'm sorry... but we can cuddle?"
Lando's face falls at your rejection, but then he brightens up at the mention of cuddling. "Okay, cuddling..." He climbs into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist possessively. "But I'm gonna be honest..." He whispers in your ear
Lando's hot breath ghosts over your ear as he whispers, "I'm gonna wake up with morning wood tomorrow and expect my cock warmed then... And maybe fucked too..." Oscar chuckles from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist over Lando's arm. "Asshole..."
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Summary: lando and y/n wanted to hard launch their relationship after dating secretly for a while. lando finds the perfect way to do so.
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☘ fluff + humour ✧˖*°࿐
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lando and y/n had been discussing for a while about hard launching their relationship. they had managed to keep it out of the media for an entire season, but the media liked to paint lando as a villain, in more ways than one. not only were they attacking his skills on track, they began collecting pictures of lando with women, no matter how many years ago, and publishing them with articles about him being a womanizer.
the funniest ones were the pictures of lando and her sister out on some bonding time. reading those articles always made y/n laughed, and she would be lying if she said that she didn’t have them bookmarked in her browser for a pick me up when she was having a bad day.
at first, they had thought of doing a simple post with a cheesy caption. enough to let the fans knows that he was off the market again. but, it also felt kind of boring, and that was not lando or y/n’s style.
they discussed it for weeks, looking at different social media websites for inspiration, until it struck lando. scrolling through instagram, he’d found the perfect way to hard launch his relationship with his girlfriend.
when y/n asked him, he said, “you’ll just have to wait like the rest of the world, my love. but, i know you’re going to love it.”
y/n waited, just like he had told her to. she waited for two months, until one day, in the middle of her work, she received the instagram notification of lando posting and tagging her. this was the moment, y/n thought.
opening instagram, she found a reel, instead of a post or a story like she assumed. quickly, wearing her airpods, y/n clicked on the reel, increasing the volume in the background.
the reel opened with someone recording lando as he walked, head down and concentrated. the person recording said, “excuse me, what are you listening to right now?”
lando took out one of his airpods, and said, “my girlfriend yapping,” and then walked away.
the reel immediately cut to different instances of y/n talking and lando patiently listening. they were all sped up videos, and y/n watched her animated hands as she ranted, and lando listening, changing his position every so often. the music in the background was a lively, jaunty sound, and it fit so well with the reel.
there were a series of videos, from their home, from the paddock, from conference rooms where they were waiting for zak, or even from the gym where lando worked out, and y/n basically followed him, still talking his ear off. there were multiple videos of them on facetime as well, or screenshots of their hour - hour and half long conversations.
y/n laughed. it truly was the perfect way for lando to hard launch their relationship. it described them perfectly, if she did say so herself.
scrolling through the comments, she saw a lot of fans crying that he was a taken man now. she saw some saying things like, “this is the realest representation of a relationship.” there were some hate comments too, but they were stupid, so she ignored them.
she commented on the post as well, typing, “wait till i send you a 20 minute voice note on my lunch break” to which lando immediately responded with, “can’t wait, i got my airpods and my phone fully charged”
y/n laughed again, opening her text messaging app, and sending a quick “i love you this was perfect” to her boyfriend.
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hi! i hope you guys enjoyed this! it came to me while i was driving to college! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
He crashed into Oscar during a race, and now he was going to fucking suffer.
Warnings: smut, bottom carlos, face fucking, fucking without lube, hate sex, spit, cum (a lot of it), ruined orgasm, slight angst ?, oscar's a dick in this one guys
Oscar couldn't help admire how pretty Carlos was.
How fucking beautiful he was, crying for cock, cheeks stained with tears.
How his long eyelashes framed his doe eyes.
And those lips, they were so soft and tender, especially when they were wrapped around his thick cock whenever Oscar thrusted into the wet heat of his mouth mercilessly.
When Oscar pulled out briefly, Carlos would cry out “I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” as his voice cracked from the abuse.
And Oscar would reply with the nastiest tone, “You're about to be”, and he'd tighten his grip on the Spaniards hair to drive his hips in even harder and deeper until Carlos' throat was raw and used.
There would be a puddle on the floor of drool and precum, the latter coming from Carlos' untouched cock that twitched every time Oscar would slap him across the face for accidentally grazing him with his teeth.
But today? Today Oscar skipped the throat fucking entirely.
He didn't just want to humiliate Carlos, he wanted to ruin him.
He wanted to hear the man scream his name, and for other people to hear how desperate he was for Oscar's cock.
So when Oscar walked into Carlos' drivers room, the older man was naked and waiting patiently, already bruised knees firmly planted on the carpeted floor.
When Oscar got to his level, after leaving the door open just a crack, he slapped the man across the face and hissed angrily.
“Get up!”
Carlos was confused but he complied eagerly, standing up on shaky legs before being roughly turned around and pushed towards the couch.
Oscar manhandled him onto his knees on the cushions and bent him over the back of it, pressing his face into the wall so that he couldn't move.
This was a first. Oscar had never done anything more than make him swallow his cum after a rough race, so Carlos was starting to panic slightly at the vulnerable position he was currently in.
A loud smack echoed around the small room, and Carlos gasped at the pain blooming on his left asscheek.
He had never been seriously spanked before, and the burning sensation was just adding to the excitement of how new this was.
Then Oscar went for the right cheek, even harder than before, and Carlos moaned louder at the pain, cock twitching between his legs.
“You're fucking enjoying this aren't you?” Oscar snarled and trailed a finger along Carlos' cock, across his balls, up his perineum and stopped right on the older man's puckered rim.
“Let's see how much you enjoy me making you scream like a slut on my cock”
Oscar spat straight on his twitching hole, and spread the wetness around with his finger.
Carlos was shaking with need and anticipation, face still pressed into the wall painfully as he was forced to take the two fingers Oscar decided to push into him.
It was slightly too dry, but not unbearable as Oscar gave an experimental thrust.
He deemed it satisfactory and wasted to time hooking his fingers in search of Carlos' prostate.
He knew immediately when he found it.
Carlos' body jolted and he let out a half moan, half scream that would definitely alert anyone who was outside to what was happening.
Oscar didn't relent, he shoved his fingers into that spot repeatedly, and Carlos couldn't breathe with the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing.
It was his first time feeling anything like this, waves of white hot pleasure rolling over his body every time Oscar prodded at that spot.
Spots danced in his vision as it neared it's peak, and the couch was already ruined with how much precum was leaking from his poor neglected cock.
“I'm- I’m gonna...” Carlos was whining, writhing against the sofa, his body completely surrendering to Oscar.
But just as fast as it was given, the pleasure was ripped away by Oscar as he withdrew his fingers and wiped his hand on the back of Carlos' thigh.
Oscar's plan was to leave then and there, leave Carlos high and dry, leaking and exposed and desperate.
But that plan went to shit when A) he noticed Carlos' previously virgin hole was almost gaping from only two fingers, and B) he heard Carlos' voice cracking as he sobbed out pleas for more.
“I'll do anything, please. Please I need to come so much-“
Drool was running down his chin and the wall where he was pressed against it.
“Oscar, please!” he cried out and Oscar caved.
He was only a man, and there was an eager hole in front of him.
He manhandled Carlos so he was on the couch with his face shoved into the pillows and his ass up in the air.
“Don't get used to this. Next time I won't be so fucking generous”
Carlos whined, his knuckles white from gripping the cushions as he rambled.
“Yes! Yes thank you! Fuck- thank- Ahhh!”
He yelped as Oscar spanked him once, to get him to shut the fuck up.
“Beg for it.” He snapped. “Beg for my cock or you're not getting it”
Carlos huffed out another sob before complying.
“Please Oscar. Give me your cock. I want it so bad. I need you to make me come, please, please, please!”
Oscar held out his hand next to Carlos' face.
“You'd better give me something to work with if you don't want it to hurt too much”
Carlos didn't hesitate as he gathered up as much spit as he could and spat in Oscar's hand.
He slicked himself up and spread Carlos cheeks to let a line of spit drip down and catch on his twitching hole.
He lined himself up and chuckled darkly.
“Any last words before I take your virginity?”
Carlos squirmed.
“Please” he whined pathetically.
“Slut” and with that he thrust inside as hard as he dared without causing any actual damage.
Carlos moaned so loud the whole building probably heard him, given that the door was still slightly open.
When Oscar drove into him a second time, much harder, Carlos let out a slightly more panicked moan.
“I'm coming!” he squealed on the third thrust, choking on a breath and tensing up as the pleasure overwhelmed him, and Oscar was so shocked that he stopped dead, ruining the man's pleasure to observe the tremors travel through Carlos' body.
“Nooo!” Carlos wailed, his ruined orgasm quickly fading as he writhed around trying to fuck himself back on Oscar's cock.
But the hold Oscar had on his hips had tightened so much that it was impossible to move and Carlos cried harder out of frustration.
“Fuck, that was-“ Oscar was out of breath despite not having done much and his brain took a second to reboot and realise what he'd done.
“Fuck, Carlos, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stop I-”
He pulled out carefully and turned the Spaniard over, unfortunately laying him down on the big puddle of his cum that had undoubtedly ruined the poor couch.
His chest was heaving and his whole body was clenching and unclenching painfully.
Oscar ran his hands soothingly over the older man's body, rubbing over his thighs and up his stomach to his chest, and back down again.
Once Carlos had regained control of his breathing he looked down, frowning, and Oscar followed his line of sight.
Carlos was half hard, and Oscar's hand twitched with the odd urge to wrap his hand around Carlos' cock to get him all the way hard again.
“I- I think I can uhh...” Carlos stuttered and blushed at the sight of Oscar's own cock laying beside it, still hard and leaking onto the other man's hip “I can go again... if you want”
He gulped and Oscar stared, evaluating whether there was a chance that the older man had somehow got a concussion.
“Go again?”
Carlos’ hand tugged at his own cock a couple of times and he tipped his head back, biting his lip and groaning as his cock was touched for the first time since Oscar had walked in the room.
Oscar throbbed at the sight of Carlos so pliable and submissive under him.
“Please Oscar. I need to know how a proper orgasm feels like... like that. I need you to fuck me properly.” He looked straight into Oscar's eyes with an air of defiance.
“Or are you incapable of doing that?”
Electricity crackled as the tension between them rose again and Oscar growled, slapping Carlos' hand away from his cock before grabbing his legs and hooking them over his shoulders, jostling the older man into a folded position.
“Say that again, I dare you” he positioned his tip at Carlos' entrance and popped it in.
“Can you even make me come again or are you too-“
He never got to finish his sentence.
Oscar thrust inside in one go, this time starting a bruising pace as he rolled his hips, reaching as deep as he could and Carlos’ voice gave out as he screamedain pleasure.
Oscar leaned down, lips hovering next to his ear.
“Not so mouthy now that I'm actually fucking you dumb now, are you?” he snarled and picked up the pace, aiming straight at Carlos' prostate again.
The room was filled with Carlos' moans, his back arched almost painfully and he scratched down Oscar's back.
He couldn't have that. If one of them was going to be marked, it sure as hell wasn't going to be him.
He took both Carlos' wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head, then started mouthing over his pecs trailing his lips over the tanned skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
He settled around a nipple, sucking harshly and flicking his tongue over it until Carlos was gasping and writhing under him.
He let it go with a pop, doing the same thing to the other one, driving Carlos closer to another orgasm by the second.
When he bit down on the supple flesh, Carlos keened and threw his head back, arching towards the onslaught of Oscar's mouth.
Oscar chuckled and went slightly higher to sink his teeth into the man's shoulder, making Carlos hiss.
When he bit into Carlos' exposed neck and sucked a bruise into it, that's when Carlos started whining.
“Mierda! Fuck! Fuck Oscar.... I'm gonna come! Make me come, harder Oscar! I'm gonna cum again!”
Oscar slammed into him even harder and wrapped a hand around his neglected cock, jerking him off at the same pace.
“Of course you are, because you're an insatiable whore.”
Carlos' body trembled with pleasure as he toppled over the edge and painted his chest and Oscar's hand with streaks of white.
“And I'm going to fill you up with my cum so you’ll remember who makes you fold like a slut in heat every time you fuck up”
His hips stuttered as he came inside Carlos' pulsing heat, not stopping until they were both whining in overstimulation.
He pulled out unceremoniously, wiped his hand on the couch and tucked himself back in his pants before taking in the scene.
Carlos laying in a puddle of his own cum, covered in more of it, and his loose hole was leaking steadily onto the cushions.
A picture of absolute debauchery.
He turned on his heel, ready to leave when he spotted the door...
Not to mention the bite marks adorning his chest and shoulders, and the big bruise on his neck that he knew would be impossible to cover up.
His eyes lingered for only a second on the bruise forming on Carlos' cheekbone where he'd been pressed against the wall.
“Oh and by the way, I left the door open, so your entire team knows how much of a slut you are for my cock”
And with that he left, not even looking back to check that Carlos had heard him, and leaving the door ajar on his way out.
The looks he got from the Ferrari employees were glorious as he made his way out.
Their eyes were full of awe as they realised who had been in Carlos' room. Some were dissaproving, but they were nothing compared to looks Carlos was robably going to get...
He wore those looks like a badge of honour. It didn't matter what happened out on track, which team came out on top, which driver emerged victorious.
The secret was out. Carlos is, was and always will be, his bitch.
You ask it as your head is in Oscar's lap. His fingers had been moving through your hair and your nails were against his thigh, not scratching enough to tickle.
The moment you ask the question, Oscar stops. He pulls his fingers away from your hair and tipped your face towards his own.
His brown eyes stare into your own. You swallow from just how intense his stare is. God, he's so pretty, his hair falling in front of his face.
"Wanna say that again?" He asks. His thumb brushes along your jaw, moving towards your lips. He places his thumb on your bottom lip and you lean forward to take it into your mouth.
But Oscar pulls away. Your face heats up but you don't look away from him. No, you do just as he asks. You repeat yourself. "I wanna tie a bow around your dick. Its gonna look pretty, Osc."
From the other side of the sofa, Lando squeezes your calf. "Hey," he calls, eyebrows raised as he looked down at you. "What about my dick?"
Oscar chuckles from above you. His thumb is back on your lip, slowly swiping back and forth.
You whimper as Lando crawls over you. He settles his body on your own and dips down. He's going to kiss you. You lean forward to meet him, but that wasn't it.
Instead, he takes Oscar's thumb into his mouth and sucks it, his eyes falling shut. Oscar taps your shoulder. "Go get the bows," he says gently and you crawl out from between your boys to get the ribbons.
(You tie a bow around both of their dicks. The picture you get is so grossly pretty, you sitting on the floor, their dicks (with the bow) leaking from either side of you)
being a verstappen means everyone has their eye on you. good thing you don't care for subtly, and neither does your boyfriend.
ollie bearman x verstappen!reader / fc: julia torle, requested here, thank you darling!
notes/warnings: i KNOW you said SMAU but SHUSH i gave you some narrative as well. i loved writing this SOOOO much i genuinely had a blast <3
Max Verstappen had two full blood sisters. Victoria, and you. And when you were ten and Max was eighteen, the two of you moved to Monaco because he was not about to leave you alone with your father, and Jos wasn't about to let you move back in with your mother.
So, you spent your days at home with Jimmy and Sassy, or in classes at University, or wandering aimlessly around Monaco with your tiny group of nepo baby kids, or nowadays visiting your nephews and your mother when you could. But today... this was different. You sat in the Red Bull garage, the straw to your melting soda between your teeth, watching as Max squabbles with some data with his engineers. It's undoubtedly boring, and Saudi is hot, and you're miserable.
And so, you pop out of the garage in search of something slightly interesting to do. Qualifying had gone well enough for Max and Checo, so you send a text to Max that you've gone to explore while he's in meetings, knowing he won't want to go home right away.
You end up walking through the hospitalities, stopping to talk to Alex at Williams, then George at Mercedes, Lance and Fernando at Aston. You run into Lando and Oscar doing media stuff and laugh when Lando horribly fucks up whatever game theyre playing, and get yourself roped in. Over the years you'd been going to these races, attached to Max's side, a lot of the drivers had taken a liking to you. The sunshine to Max's rain. Yin and Yang.
You stumble your way to the media pen, dipping in to find some shade. There's only a few drivers here now, namely Charles, who gives you a bright smile as you approach him. He's leaned on a back wall, cooling vest on and water bottle fully finished in his hand.
"What're you doing here?" Charles asks, giving you a side hug when you get close enough. You squeeze him, then step back to take in his disheveled appearance. Even in the night, it was still burning hot here.
You sip your watered down soda, trying to get the last few drops, then shrug, "I got bored listening to them rambling at Red Bull. All these numbers and other bullshit... blah blah blah."
Charles snorts, then makes a joke about you telling him those numbers so he can 'ensure they're accurate' and as you nudge him away with a laugh, someone else approaches, and it takes you a second to remember the other red driver this weekend isn't Carlos.
You'd seen Ollie a few times, mostly from a distance. He was always polite to you and Max when you'd conveniently been in the same place, free practices and what not. He'd followed you on instagram a long time ago, but so did most of the drivers, so you didn't think much about it.
But as he tamps imaginary sweat off his neck, the edges of his hair still wet and curling, his face still flushed from qualifying, your breath is caught in your throat.
"Yn," Ollie smiles at you, adjusting the towel around his neck, "I didn't know you were here this weekend."
It takes you a second to reply, forcing down the flutter in your heart and throat that almost makes you stammer, "Yeah! Supporting Max and whatnot."
"But Red Bull was too boring," Charles goes to tease and you whack his arm with a scowl, pretending to be more annoyed than you are. Luckily for you, Charles' manager is pulling him off to do something moments later. And he leaves with a little wiggle of his eyebrows that has both you and Ollie blushing.
But you both stay rooted where you are.
"I stopped racing to get away from the science," You turn back to Ollie as you try and swallow your blush, swallowing thickly, "I was never quite good at it."
"Oh, I'm still learning," Ollie grins. His smile is a little lopsided, puppy like, toothy grin that makes his cheeks puff up in their rosy state. Your heart feels like it's trying to jump out of your chest.
And then he stumbles through his words before saying, "I mean, if you want to understand it I could try teaching you?"
You balk for a moment, before stammering out a, "Well, you have my Instagram if you ever want to organize something."
Ollie looks like he's about to say something before Charles calls his name and waves him over. He glances back to Charles, then to you, and you can see his hesitance to leave.
It's cute.
"I'll see you around, Ollie." you chime softly, smile crinkling your eyes, "I have a feeling you'll be on the grid soon."
And when Charles calls him again, Ollie nods, wishing you a soft goodbye with starry eyes before he's rushing off to catch up with Charles and the Ferrari staff.
olliebearman: What a crazy weekend, P7 at the flag !! Thank you for @ scuderiaferrari @ charles_leclerc and @ carlossainz55 for the support this weekend
user: they grow up so fast
charlesleclerc: great job this weekend!
f1: bravo ollie!
ynverstappen: wonderful work this weekend ollie ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ!
⤷ olliebearman: thank you for the encouragement !
user: LETS GO OLLIEEE
user2: ollie for ferrari 2026 guys
user3: my KING
georgerussell: great work !
scuderiaferrari: we couldn't have asked for a better replacement!
carlossainz: you didn't need that much coaching, you're a natural.
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ynverstappen: saudi. i love u. thanks for the best weekend before i have to take my start of school hiatus from races ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡
sophiekumpen: what a wonderful weekend, you look beautiful yn!
⤷ ynverstappen: thank u mama <3
maxverstappen: will you ever post a nice photo of me?
⤷ ynverstappen: as your sister, no <3
user1: i love yn race weekends they make me so happy
user2: yn back at it again w the max photo
charlesleclerc: not the gin and tonics
⤷ ynverstappen: shut UP!!! you dont understand!!!
user3: who bought him those glasses omg
⤷ ynverstappen: @ danielricciardo
⤷ danielricciardo: AHAHA YESSS I TOLD YOU HE'D WEAR THEM
landonorris: pls continue to get embarrassing photos of max
olliebearman: it was nice to run into you this weekend
⤷ ynverstappen: you too ollie!! 🩷
user4: something is brewing...
⤷ user5: lets get you to bed, grandma.
victoriaverstappen: oh my gosh those glasses are amazing
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ynverstappen: last week of summer... (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾
tagged: jellycat, dior, laneige, gisou
user: oh to be yn verstappen
user2: NEW SASSY PIC!! WHO CHEERED!!
danielricciardo: WHOOO IS TEXTING YOU THAT?? UR TOO YOUNG TO DATE BOYS
⤷ ynverstappen: i am 19??
⤷ danielricciardo: ur still 10 to me. shut up.
⤷ maxsverstappen: you're giggling at your phone
⤷ ynverstappen: BECAUSE I CAN HEAR CRANE THROUGH UR HEADPHONES!!!
⤷ danielricciardo: NO BOYS
⤷ charlesleclerc: NO BOYS!
⤷ alexalbon: NO BOYS!!
⤷ landonorris: no boys!!!
⤷ ynverstappen: ur all so fuckin mean :(
olliebearman: omg u got the jellycat!!
⤷ ynverstappen: I DID!!! HER NAME IS OLIVE!!
user3: olive.... ollie....
victoriaverstappen: if that is a boy, mandatory sister meeting.
⤷ ynverstappen: yes ma'am
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olliebearman: back in monaco this weekend
tagged: scuderiaferrari
kiminatonelli: where did you go in a suit?
⤷ olliebearman: :)
⤷ paularon: what is this cryptic shit?
user: is this... is this the no PR effect?
user2: ferrari x boyfriend core ngl
ynverstappen: hope i was a good tour guide after getting us lost (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)
⤷ olliebearman: well we got lost and found new stuff so it was worth it!!
⤷ user3: THEY HUNG OUT??
charlesleclerc: good luck this weekend!
user3: OLLIE IN A SUIT?
user4: omg the calico critter
landonorris: i see whats happening
⤷ ynverstappen: lets get you back to bed grandpa
charlesleclerc: great to see you in ferrari again this weekend!
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ynverstappen: i'm still not the best tour guide despite living here for years... (๑/////๑" )
victoriaverstappen: oh i'm so glad that dress fits!!
⤷ ynverstappen: it was absolutely perfect for the dinner, thanks so much <3!!
user: THATS FUCKING OLLIE
user2: is that the same little bunny from ollie's post?
alexalbon: what is the bunnys name
⤷ ynverstappen: her name is cunt. shes my daughter of divorce. i see her on weekends.
⤷ alexalbon: CUNT??
⤷ lilymhe: he doesn't see the vision but i do yn
⤷ ynverstappen: thank u lily <3
user3: ollie's post of him in a suit... yn in a nice dress... the same bunny... the flowers after ollie posted a picture of a floral stand... they went on a date.
sophiekumpen: you look absolutely gorgeous
⤷ ynverstappen: mamaaaaa ur so sweet i love u <3
landonorris: HEY @ danielricciardo
⤷ ynverstappen: LANDINO STOP TRYING TO FLIRT WITH DANNY IN MY COMMENTS
⤷ danielricciardo: HELLO TO YOU TOO?
⤷ landonorris: HELLO?
⤷ user4: SUCCESSFULLY DERAILING THE CONVO
kimiantonelli: just blame ollie thats what i do
⤷ ynverstappen: nooo thats too mean !!
charlesleclerc: havent you lived here for almost ten years?
⤷ ynverstappen: at least i can drive in the city ive lived in for years. unlike some.
⤷ arthurleclerc: HAHA GET HIS ASS
maxverstappen: i told you not to take that road
⤷ ynverstappen: shut UP i figured it out!!
user5: i love this era of yn
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ynverstappen: flew to england for the weekend. my uber driver drove like a race car driver and my passengers on my flight were drunk. 9/10 stars.
cw: smut/pwp, collars & leashes, dom/sub, mean!charles, dirty talk, pet names (puppy), oral sex (charles receiving), deep throating, big cock!charles, consensual sex, pet play (duh)
charles remember the first time he put a collar on you. in fairness it wasn't a dog collar, but rather a cute choker that you asked him to help put on. when he got a good look at it around your throat, he felt the air out of his lungs for a moment.
"how does it look, honey?" you smiled, happy with how your outfit for the day turned out. you weren't doing anything too exciting, but you wanted to dress well. and when you took leo's leash in your hand to have your canine 'son' join you for the day, charles felt wires cross in his brain.
"you look... amazing." he smiled at you. the gears in his head were already turning.
it was after monza that the plan came to fold. charles had been meticulous with it all. while it wasn't the most complicated items to get, he wanted to make sure they were perfect.
if you looked good wearing a fabric choker and held a dog leash. then how would you look in a leather collar with a leash attached to it. if you were charles' good little puppy.
he didn't go behind your back about it though, it wasn't the kind of thing he could spring onto you. it was something that would have to be discussed and when he showed you the pretty red leather collar he wanted to get you. your face went hot and your eyes wide, but you simply told him, "yes. i'd love to." and charles had never bought anything so quick in his life.
he never knew he needed another puppy in his life.
in the private hotel room in monza, you happily stood in front of your lover while he sat on the couch in the small living room. beside him was a black box that the collar and leash arrived in before you left monaco. you were near naked in nothing but a mis-matched set of bra and panties. dark grey panties and your favourite white bra. honestly you could've worn a full clown costume and charles would still be itching to get his hands on you.
"one last time. do you want this?"
you smiled and got yourself down onto his thigh, you ran your fingers down the t-shirt he wore and looked into those beautiful eyes of his. you watched him softly lick his lips absent minded. it was cute. he wanted to make sure there were no issues between the two of you.
"yes, yes, yes." you clutched onto his shirt tighter and leaned in closer, "i want you. i want this. tonight." then went in for a kiss and charles' strong arms got around your waist. the kisses started soft, a promise that this was what you wanted. but, eventually, they grew hotter. and your hands dragged across him.
the touches left you yearning for more, your heart felt in your throat as your boyfriend rubbed up against you. when you broke the kiss, you could see the heat in his cheeks and you found him so painfully endearing. you placed a soft kiss on his cheek before you watched him take the box from the couch and open it for you.
inside was a collar, ferrari red. perfect for you. you tilted your head back and let the driver put the collar around you. his large, strong hands around your neck. he could easily choke you if he so desired. god, you were beautiful.
you looked gorgeous in red, it made his blood run hot. especially when he clipped the leash onto you. you mad a very pretty puppy. and all for him.
he cupped your face, feeling hot all over. like he was going to burn through his clothes as if he were an inferno. he said to you, "now, puppy. why don't you get between my legs and make yourself useful for me?"
you nodded dutifully, you slipped into the headspace so well. just as you slipped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the expensive couch in the hotel room. everything felt expensive, from the collar around your neck to the room you were in to the food you had for dinner. you were just another expensive piece in charles' repertoire, but he loved you more deeply than any material item.
you were his good little puppy.
he undid the fly of his jeans while he held the matching red leash around his hand. he eyed you with an insatiable want as he got his cock out of his bottoms. he stroked his cock with his free hand while he wound the leash in his other hand. he yanked your closer to him.
your nose almost touched his hard length. charles was known for packing down there. the whole grid and even their significant others knew about it. either seen it by accident (or on purpose) or have heard stories from those who have seen it. the prince was packing.
and he wanted every last centimeter between your lips and down your throat.
you rubbed your nose up against it a little as charles pulled you by the neck. he groaned in the open air of the bedroom as you slowly put your mouth around his length. you started gingerly against it, but the tug on your collar made you go deeper.
you took him perfectly, just as you had done a million times. you felt the thump in your chest as you licked at his cock lovingly. you managed to get it all the way to the back of your throat and it made him shudder.
"you look perfect." he said, "you look like someone who should be painting on the ceiling of a chapel." his breath was heavy as he felt you work at his cock. you were perfect. he yanked on your collar a little tighter, "does someone like being the puppy. do you like being on your knees for me?"
you knew it was a trap question. if you took your mouth off his cock, he'd simply shove you back down on it until you saw stars from the lack of oxygen to your brain. you gripped onto your knees as you continued to pleasure him. you felt like a dream, you made charles run hot as he gripped the leash tighter.
"good puppy, so good for me. you should wear it on the track. show everyone how obedient you are. you are, no? good for me." he chuckled as he continued to throat fuck you. he always went so deep in you and it made you gag sometimes.
it made your core grow hot as you continued to let him fuck your throat. your eyes closed as you felt his cock hit against the back of your throat as you got greedy and tried to take more and more. you shuddered as you felt it so hot all over.
"such a good puppy. so good for me. you know exactly how to take me." he gripped the leash tighter and forced you further onto his cock. your ears burned with blood as you continued to orally pleasure him. it all clouded your head as you yearned for more, more, more.
and charles was happy to provide. anything for his perfect for his puppy. his cock stayed in your mouth as you continued to make him feel good. you could feel yourself grow hotter from it all. you gagged onto his cock, but you kept taking him as best as you could. you could feel the heat in your body as you pleasured him.
he held onto the leash tightly. he made sure that his cock kissed the back of your throat as he kept your nose against his trimmed pubic hair. you felt on cloud nine as he pulled at you. his praise filled your brain as you moved against his cock.
even with the pulls at your leash, you felt amazing. and soon charles had gotten his cock back fully into your mouth. and with a few more hard thrusts he finished down your throat.
you whimpered and relaxed against his cock in your mouth. it slipped between your lips as you rested against his thigh. you looked up at him like a sweet little puppy and rubbed your thighs together. you looked like a dream and it turned the man on greatly as he carded his fingers through your hair.
you opened your mouth a little to show that you had swallowed it all with ease and were more than happy about it. which earned another head pat from your lover.
eventually he got you back into his lap and tenderly kissed at your face and neck while his hand grazed your hip. he said to you, "my puppy has done so good. you're amazing." you leaned into his touch and he continued to praise you.
that collar looked so pretty around your throat, you looked like a dream to him. his pretty puppy. <3
hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it
like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33
but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?
you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3
Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row.
And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.
Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.
Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.
Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3
Requested from my prompt list
When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.
When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.
Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.
You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.
But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.
You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.
And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.
Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.
You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.
“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”
His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.
Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”
Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.
It was disgusting.
It was fucking hot.
“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.
“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.
“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.
He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.
Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.
“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”
Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”
You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.
Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.
He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.
Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.
His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.
“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”
Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.
“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”
Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.
“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”
Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.
“Yes please, oh my god…”
You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.
You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.
You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.
You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.
“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.
“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”
“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”
“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”
“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”
Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.
When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.
“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”
Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.
Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.
“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.
Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.
You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.
“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.
The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.
But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.
“Need you to fuck me now, sir”
He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.
“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”
You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.
“You two are going to kill me”
You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.
He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.
You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.
“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”
Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.
You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.
He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.
But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.
“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”
He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.
“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.
As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.
“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”
He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.
“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”
Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.
Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.
Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.
You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.
Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.
Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.
“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”
Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.
You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.
Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.
Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.
“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.
Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.
“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”
He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”
“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”
Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.
“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”
He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.
“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”
He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”
“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.
In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.
“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.
Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.
“Logan?” you prompted.
“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.
“seven?” he tried without much conviction.
Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.
His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.
“eight”
Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.
“nine”
Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.
“ten”
Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.
You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.
“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”
“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.
You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.
The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.
Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.
“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.
And the last one.
“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.
“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”
Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.
“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”
Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.
From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.
Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.
“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”
He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.
“You okay to continue, baby?”
Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”
“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.
“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.
“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”
He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.
“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”
Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.
“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”
“yes! Thank you, sir!”
Oscar groaned “Good boy”
He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.
He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.
You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.
.
“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.
He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.
“Fuck, okay yeah…”
He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.
“Turn over for Lando, baby”
And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.
“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”
“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.
Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.
The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.
“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.
“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”
So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.
You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.
You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.
He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.
Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.
This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.
His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.
You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.
But Oscar's attention was on Logan.
“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”
Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.
When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.
“Is that all you've got?”
Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.
“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”
Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.
The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.
y/n and lando being so inlove and touchy in the kitchen while their friends are in the living room 🙈 bonus if max or anyone catches them ahaha
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listen up : fewtrell!reader. make out, mentions of sex, nothing explicit.
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“This is going well.” I say it to reassure myself as I attempt to open another bottle of wine. I am failing at the task when my boyfriend takes the bottle from me.
“It is…” He opens the bottle easily, making me seem incredibly weak as he stands behind me. “Love. They’re having fun.” Lando and I are hosting a dinner with all of our friends in the french countryside. I want all to be perfect but my boyfriend is more of the ‘fuck it let’s see what happens’ type.
I sigh, leaning my head back onto Lando’s shoulder as he kisses my neck, “Mmm.”
“I love you.” He whispers into my skin as a small smile rests on my face. He plants more kisses on the side of my neck before I turn around to stop him.
“Lan.” I brace myself against the counter as he places his hands on either side of me, “They’re waiting for more wine.”
“They can wait for me to kiss my girlfriend.” I give him a look but he just gently presses his lips on mine. I breathe, melting into him, and suddenly every worry I've had about tonight is gone.
I slip my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I can feel him smile against my lips, “Can’t wait till everyone is gone.” He jokes and I hit his arm.
“Max and P are staying here tonight.” At the mention of my brother, Lando pulls away and rolls his eyes. “Don’t give me that look. This house echoes.”
A mischievous smirk sneaks onto his face, “You’ll have to be quiet then.” He kisses me again as I laugh, slipping his tongue in my mouth.
This is why I love him. As a ball of nerves, Lando is the last person I expected to be so perfect with. He's careless and ridiculously goofy but makes me so much better.
Growing up together was especially odd, he claims he had a crush on me all of childhood but honestly I couldn’t get past the whole, ‘my brothers best friend’ thing.
He was annoying and teasing until he invited Max and I to a grand prix. It’s like all those years were just a trailer for our current love.
Lando moves a hand to my hip, making my skirt ride up a bit. I smile into him, happy just to have some time alone.
Sadly that alone time is interrupted by a whole ass scream.
I whip my head around to see Max with an empty glass in his hand and a shocked look upon his face.
“No!” Max groans, “Why!?” He motions to the wine bottle, “Around the wine?” He stomps over to us as Lando and I look at eachother, trying not to laugh.
“Hi Max.” Lando doesn’t move his hands off me but I drop my arms back to my side.
“Don’t give me that.” He pours the wine without looking at us, “You two are disgusting. All I ask is to not be all touchy around me!”
“You walked in on us!” I argue and Max looks up at me with a scowl.
Once his glass is poured he gives us one more dirty look before turning around, “I hate you two.”
“Love you!” Lando and I sing at the same time as my brother walks out. He plants one more kiss on my cheek before taking my hand and the bottle of wine to join the others.
note : thanks for the request i loved this one!! wrote this instead of thinking about todays baku quali…
pairing: ollie bearman x driver!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, new relationship
warnings: very fluffy lol
summary: in which you & your new boyfriend act too sweet online and your friends are extremely overprotective !!!
a/n: ollie is deffo a new one for me lol im not rly a massive fan of writing driver!reader ngl but i did it for u anon pls appreciate <333
request!!!: driver!reader x Ollie bearman just them being sickly in love with one another and the other f1 drivers being protective about y/n
fc: various brunette girls from pinterest
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f1updates mclaren rookie driver y/n y/l/n seen at a sports game this weekend with f2 driver ollie bearman ♥️
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f1updates mclaren rookie driver y/n y/l/n spotted once again with f2 driver ollie bearman in romantic embrace, out for lunch at a fast food chain with friends during a week long break in the season !
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summary : a favorite painting of a hurried kiss meets two strangers who’s friends loved to torture.
listen up : shy-ish reader lol
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The kiss.
I stand in front of the painting in a blue top the same color as the woman’s dress.
Oil on Canvas, it reads.
My friend touches my arm and makes me jump, “You and this painting…” she shakes her head, crossing her arms and facing it, “I just don’t understand. It’s… plain.”
“Plain?” I scoff, “It’s a work of pure beauty. The work of shadows and body positioning… It’s just amazing to me. I haven’t even mentioned the ominous sort of mystery of the dark corridor, it just makes you realize that to tell a story it doesn’t need to be written d-” I turn to my friend except she’s replaced with a curly haired brunette man. “Oh.”
He’s looking at me fondly, like he had been listening, “Don’t let me stop you.”
My hand goes to my necklace, “I’m sorry- I was talking to my friend and she…” I look around to see her speaking to a tan dark haired man, “She’s distracted, per usual.”
He chuckles a bit, “My friend gets distracted easily as well.” I turn back to him, british, I can hear it in his voice. “Especially by beautiful women. Something we have in common…” I ignore my face heating.
Turning back to the work as he looks at it with me, “I’ve always wondered about the shadows as well… I'm not close to an artist but I can tell what this one was trying to say.”
I bite my lip, “And what do you think that is?”
His hands go behind his back, his red sweater shifting as he moves, “That they’re running out of time, that something is coming.”
I nod, he took the words right out of my mouth, I turn to him, examining his face from the side. Hes tan, with a slight cut on his oddly perfect nose, when he smiles, a bit of a dimple appears.
“I’m Y/n.” I say quickly.
He turns to me, “Lando.”
“Lando?” I say, “interesting name.”
His eyes narrow, “In a good way?”
“We’ll see.” I shrug. My friend hurries back over to me, speaking much too loud for a museum.
“Y/n! You two are matching the painting!” She points to Lando and I’s clothing and I realize the colors really do look perfectly like the painting, “Kiss!”
“What?” I actually laugh at her words.
“What she said!” Lando’s friend cuts in, “Be brave, Lando!”
Lando scoffs, “Don’t act like I've never kissed a woman.”
The friend just shrugs and Lando rolls his eyes, “Kiss!” they say again.
“I don’t even know him.”
“Lando, introduce yourself!” the friend hits his arm.
“I did!” Lando protects himself, “We’re acquainted, leave her alone, Carlos.”
I glance at him but he’s staring daggers at Carlos who’s just grinning. My friend pulls out her phone, holding it up, “Kiss.” she says again.
She eyes me and I know I'm screwed. When we came to Italy I said it was my mission to do something out of my comfort zone. This is definitely out of it.
I take a second, then breathe, “Fine.” I face Lando who looks genuinely shocked.
He leans down a bit, whispering, “Are you sure?”
His proximity makes me nervous and I need to stop overthinking this, “Yes. It’s my favorite painting. Life imitates art, right?”
He just laughs and cups my face in his hand, leaning in close slowly, his eyes flicking to my lips. I give him one last nod of approval and his lips meet mine in a soft and tender way.
His skin is warm against mine, the cool of his rings press against my jaw, directly contrasting that. He holds me the same way the man holds the woman in the painting.
I hear our friends giggling and he’s off me in a matter of seconds. He looks a bit flushed and I know my cheeks are matching the pink of his.
“You’re a good kisser.” He whispers before turning back to our friends and asking for the picture.
Carlos alerts Lando that they have to go, “Like, five minutes ago!” The Spanish man says.
“Shit! Sorry.” He looks at me kindly, “It was nice meeting you- and kissing you…” He laughs a bit and a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
“You too…” That’s all I can say before he is running out the door.
“Damn.” My friend crosses her arms, “They were hot.”
I get the DM while laying in bed, sighing to myself about the boy who let me check off something from my Italy bucket list. My heart rate has never spiked so high.
lando wanted a baby. lando wanted to stuff that pretty cunt full of his cum and tilt your hips in a way that none of it leaked out. he wanted it filled, stuffed, crammed in there. he didn't want a single bit of it wasted. if he had keep a toy between those soft legs of yours to keep it in you. it all had to take, right? and lando knew that you were a good girl for him. so get that biology to work and make him a baby. the thought of it excited him as he walked around the paddock, it was like a buzz in his brain, the need to corner his love and stuff you full of what is his. he knew after his race, he'd have you spread out on the bed, with your soft thighs around his waist as he fucked into you. his large hands groping your breasts as he watched you melted on his cock. he loved you with your heels to your head, arms hooked under your knees to give him the perfect angle to fuck into you. eyeing your beautiful body as he bruised your sweet insides.
he can already picture you with the cute bump, he wondered how your body would change during the pregnancy. his large rough hand across your prominent bump. the two of you raising them. you'd be such a good mama, a much better life than whatever you got your university degree in. a real proper wag for him. now that excited him, sometimes his cock drooled pre-cum in his boxers when his thoughts lingered on you. but he'd rarely masturbate, he believed that if he didn't then there would be more to spill inside of you. to push up into your soft little womb and make him a father. he was a pervert for you, he made sure he got you into positions that sated his need to breed you. he watched you get dumber and dumber as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. there was no running and there was no hiding. afterwards he'd kiss your head and pray. let it work, all it needed to do was work once.
lando was a focused driver, when he got his mind on something he saw it through to the end. so was he on his phone figuring out how to slip you fertility drugs? yes. did that make him a bad partner? no. he knew that it would be best for both of you. he made more than enough to support a growing family, so let him mix some of the crushed up pills into your dinner over the summer break. he wanted to see that baby fat on your hips, something to squeeze was he fucked you. you'd be forever marked by him. your body changed because of his actions. maybe focused wasn't the word he should be using, maybe it should be obsessive.
he was obsessive when he rutted into you like a dog. his cock hitting all your sweet spots. his mouth hung open as he moved against you, some spit dripping off his tongue and into your mouth. the sight of you swallowing it only drove his crazy. it made him move against your harder, move you into positions where he could go deeper. you were perfect, an angel from heaven sent to give him everything he desired. you were the woman for him, and he was going to cement that fact by making sure there was a baby in your belly. it all sent excitement through him like a wire as he finished inside of you. but as he got you on your knees, he knew that he wasn't finished yet. even went as far as to finger your cum soaked pussy while he jerked his slick cock off to get hard again. you stay under him, beautiful, you looked prettier there.
but all of his actions saw the results that he hoped for. it took several months, but now you were at the pool near your shared home with a slight curve in your middle and a lando norris who was like your shadow. you were having a baby girl and lando couldn't have been happier. he assured you with his large hands on your growing middle that she'll take after you. and while you kissed him on the lounging chair you were on, the wheels in lando's head were turning.
after your had your daughter, he was going to try for a son as well. <3
pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim]
summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history.
notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO
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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩
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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there
ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!
landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(
ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷♂️
landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ?
oscarpiastri You're funny.
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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)
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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think
landonorris ever heard of playing the long game?
oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again
username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her
username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS
maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for
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username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))
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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)
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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes
ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them
yourfriend well yes!
username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??
ynusername i was one of them!
username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg
yourfriend "the shoe lady"
ynusername i've been titled?????
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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)
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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho
ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch
username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?
username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!
landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?
username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando
username10 bro STAND UP
ynusername weird in an interesting way
landonorris i'll take that
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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️
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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL
username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers
georgerussell63 You're welcome
charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch
ausgp Where's our credit??
georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate
ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down.
ausgp He what???
username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones
danielricciardo ??
oscarpiastri No
ynusername ://
landonorris 😁😁
ynusername you're cool ig 🙄
landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart
ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing
request: hiya! i love how funny your smau’s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon
summary: you and lando are blessed with a beautiful baby boy.
content warning: fluff, humor, slightly suggestive at times, and mainly crack/shitpost energy. reader owns & works in her bakery in monaco. images used are not mine.
pairing: lando norris x fem!black!reader (& platonic oscar pastry)
genre: smau & written fic combination (it's a longgg one)
author's notes: y'all i'm warning you i took it too far this time. it's long aslllll. but it might be the best thing i've ever offered to f1 tumblr in my entire career.
grab a snack, drink, and tuck yourself into a comfortable position xxx
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imessage • preseason 2023
That’s how you find yourself outside of the MTC in the mid-morning two days later. You’re mildly…exhausted, after commandeering the kitchen in Lando’s Silverstone flat to make a sickening amount of banana bread to feed all of McLaren. After tipping your Uber to the MTC double what the ride costs (for allowing you to stuff his car with a hundred pounds of your decadent treat and helping you unload them into the lobby), you’re greeted with warm welcomes and hungry eyes from the staff. Eager to eat, they’re quick to find you a couple of carts to help you move all the banana bread to the communal area. You’re walking backward to make sure none of your sliced loaves fall, smiling with all the workers as they follow you through the building. Setting up shop, you hand out your sliced banana bread, chatting and catching up with everyone as they sing praises over your sweet treat. Word travels around the MTC quickly when it comes to you bringing baked goods and it comes as no surprise to you when you see a perplexed and overwhelmed Oscar Piastri join the line. You’re bursting with excitement and anticipation by the time he’s picking up his slice.
“Thank you for the banana bread,” Oscar expresses softly, his smile boxy.
“Oh, of course,” you dismiss his gratitude lightly, struggling to keep your cuteness aggression at bay, “I’ve been doing this for the factory since Lando joined–and I figured it would be a good welcoming gift for you!”
“Wait–are you Lando’s girlfriend?” Oscar chokes on his bite of bread.
You rush forward to pat his back, ordering for someone to get him a glass of water; you would hate to be responsible for the death of Mclaren’s rookie driver. When his airways are cleared, you exchange proper greetings and you are quick to make sure Lando has been treating him well.
“Honestly, I should’ve known it was you” Oscar chuckles, “Lando cannot stop talking about you. Zak had to establish a rule that only allowed him to mention you two times an hour.”
“That must have been rough for him,” you snort dryly, “the rule was five times an hour last year. Anyways, Oscar–who do you main on Mario Kart? This could make or break our friendship.”
You find yourself enamored with Oscar as the conversation goes on. He stands and keeps you company as you continue to hand out banana bread. It’s mostly you doing the talking; Oscar’s quiet, a man of few words but he listens well. He has a sarcastic sense of humor that is similar to Lando’s yet completely different: Lando’s jokes are loud, Oscar’s are hushed. He’s humble, shy even, flustering when you lightly tease him. You’re well past having Oscar as your friend—you’re convinced that he’s achieved little brother or son status.
“Banana Bread!” Zak shouts as he walks up to the two of you, Lando at his side, “Please tell me this is your homemade version?”
“I would never settle for store-bought banana bread,” you gasp dramatically, “It’s homemade as always, Zak. This time I did my grandmother’s recipe instead of my own.”
The CEO practically jumps with glee and rushes to grab a couple of slices–he’s only had this version of the dessert once, and swore it changed his life. Lando walks to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before nodding at Oscar.
“What do you think, love, “Lando hums to you softly, “Did he pass the test?”
You blink up at him and whisper, “I invited him over for dinner tonight—do you think we can use one of the printers here to print out adoption forms?”
bahrain • 2023
After qualifying, it felt like you and Zak were the only people in the garage who remained optimistic for race day. Lando was less than pleased with placing 11th; he parroted words of positivity and hope for improvement but in the privacy of your hotel room he crumbled. He buried his face in your neck muffling just how low his expectations for this season are. You tried to convince him it was too early in the season—the first race weekend—to make that decision but, he was too in his feelings to see reason.
Oscar was disappointed in himself for placing 18th. When he took off his helmet after returning to the garage, you could see the doubt in his skills lingering through his eyes. You pulled him to sit with you as you continued to wait for the second session to begin and gently reassured him that this wasn’t an accurate representation of his skills; Formula One is a massive change from Formula Two. Oscar nodded at your reassurance but you could tell he was still freshly in shock at his “terrible” performance so your logical advice wasn’t believed.
On race day, however, you found your positivity dip as well. Oscar DNF’d on lap 13 and rage filled the spot that optimism used to inhabit. The Australian was handling his retirement better than you were; he brushed off everybody’s apologies and went straight to reviewing his data and watching Lando’s race—you, however, wanted to snap at any of his mechanics that walked by. It wasn’t like Lando’s race was any better if you could call what he was doing a race. Slow pit stops, six pit stops at that, the fast lap gamble failure, finishing last, and being two laps down from the race leader…Zak took one glance at you and quickly made himself scarce.
You rode back with both of the boys to the hotel and nearly cried for them with how down the mood was. On the walk to your rooms, Oscar attempted to exchange goodbyes with you and Lando before you cut him off.
“Uh-uh, nope,” you shook your head, “I pre-ordered dinner for us. Come eat?”
Oscar stuttered, “O-oh? I don’t want to intrude–”
“Oscar Jack Piastri,” both he and Lando winced at the sound of his full name, “I’m not going to let either one of you go to bed on an empty stomach. You’re going to eat dinner with me and Lan and you’re going to drink several glasses of water so I can make sure you’re properly rehydrated. Understood?”
“I would love to have dinner with you guys,” Oscar blinked at you in fear, “Also, how do you know my middle name?”
You laughed as you unlocked the door, holding it open for both of the boys as you walked in, “I had a wonderful conversation with your mother, of course.”
“When did you meet my mom?!”
australia • 2023
You were on the edge of losing your voice as you screamed and cheered with Nicole Piastri and Adam Norris for both of the McLaren boys and their double points finishes. The two drivers finishing in the midfield felt like the team had figured something out for Oscar’s home race (if you ignored how almost half of the drivers retired their cars). The Piastri’s invited everyone to a local restaurant to celebrate Oscar’s first points in Formula One, but before you and Lando headed out, the two of you nearly lost your minds.
The two of you forced him to pose with his car and take several pictures with it, strongly suggesting that he smiles big and wide for the camera. Fernando and Lewis walked by and burst into laughter, claiming that you and Lando were treating Oscar like a child. So, obviously, the two of you committed to the bit. You guys cooed and called Oscar’s name, clapping and jumping to pretend like he was a toddler whose attention needed to be grabbed to have him look at the camera. The rookie cringed in embarrassment, cheeks burning red as he tried to convince you guys to stop making a fuss over him.
Lando gasped, sickened at Oscar’s words, “Oscar! How could you say such a thing to your mother and me? We only want to celebrate our boy!”
You nodded furiously in agreement, nearly breaking character at the dumbfounded look that rose to the Australian’s face.
“What the fuck,” Oscar blurted out, yet he continued to smile for your camera.
“Oh my god!” You said appalled, “Lando did you teach our son that foul language?! I told you not to curse in front of the baby!”
instagram • bakewithyn • april 6th • melbourne ⚑
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bakewithyn: happy birthday oscar 🥳 there’s no birthday gift like scoring your FIRST EVER POINTS in f1 at your HOME race but !!! i’m super happyyy you enjoyed the 🐨 cookies i made for you (lando helped ig 😐) 🤗🤗🤗
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📌 yninstagram ps! these are limited edition cookies at my bakery for oscar piastri day!!! first come first serve until sell out! all proceeds go to the australian koala foundation as it was oscar’s personal request 😇
➥ user charitable king shit fr 👑
➥ user FUCK i wish i was rich enough to visit/live in monaco
➥ user don't worry, they're nearly sold out already and the bakery opened three hours ago !!!!
nicolepiastri these were so tasty! i wish i had your baking skills
➥ yninstagram tysm mama piastri !!! i'm blushing
➥ user mama piastri???? im crying
user the koala photo with the bow 😩
➥user what r u talking about?? i only see a picture of oscar with a bow?
➥ user fr i only see oscar 😵💫
user "lando helped ig" what did he do? look pretty the entire time you baked LMAO
➥ landonorris actually i was allowed to put the ingredients in the bowls AND preheat the oven too 😤
➥ landonorris and i always look pretty wtf
➥ user omg...yn gave him the toddler tasks 💀💀💀
oscarpiastri the cookies were so good! they nearly tasted better than my first points felt
➥ yninstagram omg high praise from the man himself 🤯
➥ oscarpiastri had to fight my sisters to make sure they didn't only leave me with crumbs
➥ user oh i understand that eldest sibling battle
➥ user my little sisters bite i think they have rabies
➥ user oh what a shame. euthanasia is an option 🤗
miami • 2023
The energy after Miami was rightfully terrible. The car is shit; Lando lost a position from where he qualified to make him P17 and Oscar maintained his P19. It’s hot, and humid, and everyone in the garage is miserable. McLaren is a family. When the boys don’t do good, everybody understands and feels their pain. Nobody likes seeing the boys with frowns on their lips and sadness in their eyes, but it’s becoming a usual appearance during this season. So to turn those frowns upside down, you went on a hunt for some cold treats. You got Lando a frozen lemonade and Oscar an ice cream sandwich—it’s a safe choice, you hadn’t necessarily thought about asking him what kind of ice cream he prefers.
You found Oscar staring at the wall, eyes focused forward but his mind somewhere else. You tapped him gently on the shoulder, offering him a small smile when he looked at you. He tried to offer you a smile of his own but couldn’t manage to hold it for more than a couple seconds. You presented the ice cream sandwich to him and he looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe you would give it to him.
“F-for,” his voice cracks awkwardly, “For me?”
You hummed, ruffling his hair and taking a seat on the couch next to him, “No, for the King of England. Yes–for you Oscar.”
He thanked you shyly and quickly began to unwrap the packaging, munching away happily. You took a second to text Lando your location and inform him of the frozen lemonade waiting for him, and when you turned to look back at Oscar—the kid was a mess. He wasn’t even a quarter of the way through the dessert sandwich and you’re convinced he managed to spill more of it than he ingested. The ice cream was painted across the lower half of his face and dripping down his hands–you caught a drop of it with a napkin before it fell and stained his shirt.
“Jesus, Oscar!” you scolded him, “I look away for two seconds and you make a mess!”
Oscar shrugged at you, feigning innocence, but you saw the staple redness of embarrassment begin to tint his chubby cheeks. You snapped your fingers in remembrance before you moved to rifle through your purse, Oscar staring at you with wide eyes as he continued to snack away. You exclaimed in delight, showing off a pair of wet wipes you remembered to bring with you. Oscar accepted the offered wipes and you watched carefully to make sure he removed all the smudges of ice cream from his hands and face.
“Hi, lovely girl,” Lando approached you, throwing himself onto the sofa next to you. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and temple before grabbing his now lemonade slushy and taking a look at Oscar.
“Woah, mate,” Lando teased, “Did you lose in a fight against the ice cream sandwich?”
Oscar rolled his eyes and ignored Lando as he finished cleaning up. Once he was done, you gathered all of the dirty wipes on the table to be thrown away. You and Lando both watched Oscar as he ate the rest of his snack in fear of another mess occurring—and, then you had a bright idea. Leaning forward, you took a dry napkin and tucked it into the collar of his McLaren polo, creating a makeshift bib.
“Lando, remind me to get our son ice cream in a cup from now on!”
twitter • may 14th
instagram • landonorris • may 23rd • monte carlo ⚑
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landonorris: does it still count as a date night if your boy and his best friend are building legos in the next room🤨
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user "your boy" WTF DOES THAT MEAN ‼️‼️‼️
user they're building legos before the race weekend starts 🤧
user has oscar been staying with lando since last week?
➥ user i thought he was just sleeping over for one night 🧐
adamnorris does this make me a grandfather?
➥ user what the hell is happening
➥ landonorris um? surprise haha 😀
bakewithyn it's a great date night! it's comforting knowing ozzy's in the next room over
➥ bakewithyn i have separation anxiety :)
➥ landonorris me too omg this was my best idea ever
➥ user this is like a reverse 13th reason- it's like my 1st reason i'm glad to be alive
➥ user ozzy 🫠
landonorris logan and osc just went silent. chat, should i be worried?
➥ user i'll bet my life savings that one of them has a lego shoved up their nose 😬
➥ user when kids go quiet it's never good !!!!
qatar • 2023
You cried an embarrassing amount of times this weekend. Your son won his first sprint race in his Formula One career, and his father—your boyfriend—was up there on the podium with him to celebrate. It seems like you have to make another special dessert for your bakery to celebrate both of your boys, but you can worry about brainstorming ideas when you stop crying into Andrea Stella’s shoulder in the middle of the pit lane. You’re sure that your face will be posted all over Twitter in a couple of hours.
A part of you wished that Lando had won the sprint race, just as he probably wanted the same thing. But, as both of you made eye contact with each other over Oscar’s head, the Australian rambling endlessly as he hugged his trophy on your hotel room floor, both of you knew that there was no better outcome this weekend than Oscar getting a taste of victory. Lando’s win will come in due time. A P2, P3 finish on Sunday was just the proof everyone needed of McLaren’s improvement and the threat they may pose to Red Bull next year.
são paulo • 2023
You had the Grand Prix playing on your phone as you did some prep work for the bakery. The race ended and you couldn’t help but feel happy, yet relieved for the race to be over for different reasons. Lando had a wonderful drive today, and Oscar had the opposite; you were just glad it wasn’t a DNF for him.
You had only just begun wiping down the counters when the sound of the post-race show is interrupted by the ringtone you have set for Oscar. You paused quickly, scooping your phone up to answer.
“Hi, Ozzy,” you cooed gently, “How are you feeling? Sorry about your race buddy, that was unfortunate.”
“It happens, I guess. I feel like shit, mostly. Like I let the team down.”
“No way, Oscar! You’re not letting anybody down. Your race result today wasn’t the result of your skills, it was the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a racing incident. If anybody tells you differently, let me know. I’ll rip their vocal cords out.”
Oscar’s laugh crackled through the receiver. “Yes, mum. I’ll let you know. I really want some of your chocolate chip cookies, they’re the perfect bad race remedy.”
“Well, I’m flying out in a few hours to meet you guys in Brazil so I can celebrate Lando’s—sorry, excuse me—your father’s birthday with him. I think there may be some time for me in my schedule to make some cookies with you.”
“Really? We should make some for Lando too! Wait, before you leave, I left his birthday gift—”
“—In our apartment, I remember! I already packed it in my luggage, I wouldn’t forget.”
“You’re the best, seriously.”
“Mhm, I know. Also, we should share some of these cookies with Charles too, his radio message made me cry.”
“Okay, he can have one cookie.”
“Oscar Jack,” you said dryly.
“Yes, sharing is caring or whatever. He can have like...two.”
instagram • bakewithyn • november 13th • las vegas ⚑
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bakewithyn: happy birthday to lando norris. he's a pretty cool guy, a great dad, and the perfect boyfriend. love you lots, baby, and i'll love you forever xxx
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user wait is this a pregnancy announcement 😨
user this is giving engagement reveal
charlesleclerc bro. if i didn't know you guys i would think your caption was serious 😣
➥ bakewithyn get pranked LOL XD
➥ user oh i feel like i just got catfished
➥ user wait so lando didn't propose nor did he put a baby in her 😒
➥ user I WANTED A BABY NORRIS
➥ user oscar exists? he's literally their child
oscarpiastri no fr i thought i was about to learn i had a sibling otw from this post
➥ bakewithyn ozzy we would've told you???
➥ landonorris you literally bought the card for me
➥ oscarpiastri a boy can hope for a younger sibling can he not :(
➥ bakewithyn so close 😚 no you can't! hope that helps xo
➥ landonorris sorry osc, it's your mum's decision 🤷♂️
➥ user does this mean lando wants an actual kid
mclaren admin was terrified ngl 😅
➥ mclaren i thought you really posted an engagement and pregnancy reveal without letting me know 😭
➥ landonorris sorry admin, i'll keep you in the loop in the future
➥ user landoyn engagement soon??????
twitter • november 18th • las vegas ⚑
twitter • preseason 2024
miami • 2024
Lando had you pinned to the wall in his driver's room, with his hands tangled in your curls and his mouth devouring yours. Your moans are muffled into his lips as you grind against his thigh. You tried to multitask, struggling to pull his driver’s suit down. Lando lifted you slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist and neither of you cared to pull away at the sound of your foot hitting his P1 trophy and knocking it over. One of his hands fell from your hair to grasp at the smooth brown skin of your neck, his palm acting as a warm weighted choker on your throat and you broke away from the kiss to moan.
“Fuck, Lando—get naked,” you whined desperately, “we don’t have much time for you to tease me right now!”
Lando laughed as he moved to press kisses along your jawline and behind your ear. You felt his lips part on your skin, his breath ghosting over you causing goosebumps to rise, but it’s not his voice you hear.
“Lando, they need us for pictures—OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK,” yelped Oscar, the sound of his hand smacking over his eyes reverberating around the room.
You shrieked in surprise, pushing your boyfriend away from you as you speedily readjusted your clothes. Lando positioned himself in front of you, his back facing you allowing you a little more privacy as he speedily fixed his suit around his waist.
“Learn how to knock, kid,” Lando huffed, no shame found in his words, “You interrupted my winning celebration.”
You screamed in dismay, slapping the back of Lando’s head and Oscar began to stumble out of the room, bumping into the doorframe as he still covered his eyes.
“Yeah, knock in the future, I understand,” Oscar sounds like he’s about to cry, “I feel like I just saw my mum and dad having sex!”
instagram • bakewithyn • may 12th • mama's house ⚑
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bakewithyn: LOOK AT MY SON 🥺🥺 PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD IM LOOKING FOR 🗣️🗣️🔊🔊 (happy mother's day to all the beautiful mamas x)
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oscarpiastri did dad get you anything 🙃
➥ user 👀👀👀
➥ landonorris well i would've if SOMEBODY told me we were celebrating this year 🤬🤬🤬🤬
➥ oscarpiastri i didn't know i *had* to tell you
➥ user wowwwww lando
➥ user shameful honestly 😕
markwebber happy milf day
➥ markwebber *mother's day sorry typo
➥ bakewithyn what the fuck ☠️☠️☠️
➥ user that was not a typo mark
➥ user sir u are not slick LMAO
➥ bakewithyn i mean...oscar wouldn't mind a step dad, his fatther didn't get me anything today :(
➥ landonorris AYO BABY PLEASE 🧎♂️
oscarpiastri you know what would be an even better mother's day gift? getting a puppy 🤭
➥ bakewithyn we are not getting a puppy ozzy.
➥ landonorris should've clued me in osc i might've convinced her for you
➥ oscarpiastri :[
monaco • 2024
You’re about to crash THE FUCK out. At first, it was a little half-joke. Oscar’s home race in Australia, his 1/16th home race in China, and his 3/16th home race in Italy. You originally thought his tweet about “searching for his Monegasque roots” was cute, but you didn’t expect Charles Marc Herve Perceval (Demon Spawn) Leclerc to step into your playing field.
Who the hell does he think he is? Offering to adopt your son? And, Oscar is going along with it? And, the Miami Grand Prix account making a “Certificate of Adoption?” You started to like Miami after Lando won there; and now they’ve betrayed you. Every fan jumped on the bandwagon, thinking that this was the most adorable thing to happen. Like Oscar hasn’t been your child the minute he stepped foot into the MTC in Silverstone. Like he didn’t give you a Mother’s Day present? The Monegasques have some nerve; you were close with Charles and Alex but, now they’ve encroached on your and Lando’s territory. You’re committing several murders today.
You laughed hysterically when Oscar joined Lando and you for lunch, mentioning that Charles and Alex invited him to eat with the rest of the Leclercs at family dinner after qualifying. You agreed to let him but not without making sure Charles and Alex are qualified for the job. Lando also cornered you in the kitchen and persuaded you to allow Oscar to go; swaying you with the idea of a real date night. You never realized just how much time you guys spend with your son. When’s the last time you guys had a break from being “mum and dad?" It was an appealing offer, but you were serious about clarifying expectations to the thieving couple.
twitter • may 25th • monaco
instagram • bakewithyn • may 25th • date night ⚑
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bakewithyn: a little night off from parenting was needed x
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user okay mamiiiii
user all parents deserve to relax !!!
oscarpiastri do you even miss me ☹️
➥ user damn he goin through it
➥ charlesleclerc i literally just got him to smile and now he's crying again 😒
➥ landonorris your mum and i love you lots osc
➥ oscarpiastri :]
alexandrasaintmleux take full advantage of having no children in the house 😈😈😈
➥ charlesleclerc leo will keep him distracted for as longggg as possible 😏
➥ user lando only needs about three minutes 🥱
➥ user wow that's a really long time fr
oscarpiastri mama y papa
➥ user mama y papa
➥ user mama y papa
➥ user mama y papa
instagram • landonorris • june 16th • daddy's home ⚑
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landonorris: father's day done right. my child and his mother made a cake for me, family photo slide two, and my son slide three. what more can a man want.
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user this man never misses a chance to call himself daddy
user too fucking funny 🤸🏾♀️🤸🏾♀️
bakewithyn happy father's day, daddy xxx
➥ user OHMYGOD 😖🤢🤮
➥ user on my internet⁉️⁉️⁉️
➥ landonorris even happier now x
user this new wave of parents concerns me...
oscarpiastri the cake was good wasn't it???
➥ landonorris it was perfect, seriously
➥ oscarpiastri i know you both said there's no way we'd get a puppy but hear me out i've thought of something better
➥ oscarpiastri working on giving me a younger sibling :]
word count: 15k (again i don't know how to write short fics)
warnings: cursing, alcohol use, smut (18+) (p in v, no protection, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, slight degradation, and exhibitionsim if you squint)
includes: friends to lovers, hidden relationship, jealous!lando, reader and lando being yappers, and reader X max f X lando friendship
summary: the three times your secret relationship with lando almost gets exposed and the one time it finally does.
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The sun had just made her grand entrance to the world, golden rays illuminating the quiet Monaco apartment owned by a certain McLaren F1 driver. White bed sheets askew as the two lovers still slept soundly, soft snores echoing through the bedroom. Clothes from the previous nights activities scattered across the floor, almost making a path from the front door to their shared bed. The idea of waking up on neither of their minds, but the sun ray peeking through the open blind caused one of them to stir.
The light shining directly on your face proved opening your eyes to be a little difficult. Squinting, you blindly reached towards the nightstand to grab your phone, but the empty pats on the wood told you your phone wasn't there. A small groan left your lips, even without your phone to see what time it was, you knew it was early. You knew just from the certain birds that were chirping outside, their melodies always filling your ears when you had to get up early.
As you sat up in bed you noticed your lack of pajamas, and as you spotted the trail of clothes leading out of the bedroom you knew your phone had to be somewhere between here and the front door. Memories of the passionate night the two of you shared came flooding back as you leaned against the headboard, the bed sheet tucked under your arms being the only thing to keep your modesty.
The snores coming from beside you told you that Lando was still sound asleep. He was laying on his stomach with his face turned towards you and his arms tucked under his pillow. His muscular arms on full display as he slept like a baby. The shared sheet only covering his bottom half, allowing for his toned back to be exposed.
It was a rare occurrence for the two of you to get mornings like this, or really any chance for you to just admire him in his natural beauty. Lando was always the first to wake, not that he wanted to be, but his lifestyle required him to. Either waking up to travel for race weeks, work out, or work on Quadrant stuff. The boy was going nonstop, so moments like this you never took for granted. It almost brought a sense of normalcy to your lives.
As he laid next to you right now he wasn't some famous Formula 1 driver, he was just Lando. The sweet boy who always texted you good morning and goodnight when the two of you were apart, the boy who always ate the tomatoes off your sandwiches, who always let you pick the music in the car, who always brings you back a stupid tourist souvenir from races you didn't attend. He was yours, every last bit of him.
Your eyes now fully adjusted to the sunlight, grazed over every detail of him. From his little moles, to his eyelashes that made his eyes even more beautiful, to his perfect nose, his jawline sculpted by the gods, and lastly his heart shaped lips. As your eyes moved down to his back you could resist in reaching out your hand to trace mindless patterns as you counted every little mole and freckle that adorned his back.
Feeling him stir under your touch you quickly snatched your hand back, the last thing you had wanted to do was wake him up. And you had thought you were in the clear until a deep, still filled with sleep, voice filled your ears.
"Why'd you stop for?" His eyes were still closed as he untucked his hand from under his pillow, grabbing your now idle hand and moving it back to its prior location on his back.
"So needy." You teased as you resumed the mindless patterns you drew moments ago.
"Hmm. Only for you." He hummed as he felt your touch on him once again. The sensation almost lulling him back to sleep, until the sun that had awoken you moved towards Lando, the beam of light now adorning his face. He looked almost ethereal to you in this light, a moment you wished you had your phone for to capture. His blue eyes even brighter as the light poured into them. "Jesus." He mumbled as he quickly moved away from the light.
"Yeah I don't think the sun wants us to sleep in today, woke me up too." You glanced back at the open blind, then back to the Brit who now was on his side, hand propping up his head as he looked at you. "Maybe if someone closed the blind last night we'd both still be asleep."
A smirk formed on his face at the memories of last night's events. "Maybe if someone would have kept their hands off of me, I would have remembered to close the blind."
"As if!" You scoffed.
His eyebrows raised, cheesy grin on his face as he recalled your words to him. "Really? Because all I can seem to remember is 'lan please touch me' 'i need you' 'don't sto-"
A pillow came barreling towards his face, his words mumbled as he continued to tease you. "Ok! Enough!" You hollered out, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words.
"Awe, is my girl embarrassed?" Laughter laced in his words as he moved closer to you. "Honestly I love the fact that you can't keep your hands off me and the day that I don't is the day I need to be taken out back and shot."
"You're so fucking dramatic I cannot." You laughed, eyes rolling playfully at him. "It's a good thing I love you Norris."
His smile still not leaving his face as he switched to join you in sitting up in bed. His hands reaching out to cup your face as he leaned in closer. "You better." He teased before connecting his lips with yours. The feeling something you prayed you'd never grow tired of. His kisses always had somewhat of a drug feeling to you, always making you want more, point proven as he went to pull away you were grabbing at him, pulling him back in. And when you had finally got your full fix he was the one that looked like a dopey fool, lips swollen and eyes hooded. "God I love you." He stated as his fingers traced from your neck down to your arm.
A smirk was tugging at your lips as you repeated Lando's words back to him. "You better."
The two of you spent the remainder of the morning wrapped in each other. Your head on his chest as he ran his hands through your hair, your fingers tracing patterns on his torso. It was peaceful, until the obvious topic that lingered in both your minds had finally festered enough. "We need to talk about yesterday Lan."
Ah, yes, yesterday. How could he forget? How could he forget that he exposed their hidden relationship to the whole world on accident.
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The said hidden relationship had been going on for around seven months, but Lando and you had known each other for years. The two of you met through mutual friends and instantly clicked. A bond formed and in what seemed like no time. Lando was someone you considered a best friend or a platonic other half, he just somehow always got you, knew what you were thinking, knew what to do when you were feeling upset or stressed. For Lando you were the one person who could calm him down after a bad race, who could make him laugh without even trying, and was the first person he thought of when he woke up in the morning. You knew each other's favorite foods, childhood dreams, and embarrassing secrets.
You attending the occasional races that were closer to home soon turned into Lando practically begging you to come to any race you could. Off weeks and breaks always spent in each others company. To any outsider looking in, the two of you were practically already together, at least it seemed like it. But if anyone asked either of you if there were feelings there (which many friends had) the both of you would say no. The both of you had never looked at each other in that way. Yes you loved him and you knew he loved you. And yes you weren't blind he was very attractive, but romantic feelings had never crossed your mind. You always pointed out to the people that prodded you with questions about Lando and you, that the both of you've had relationships in the time you've known each other. None of them ever lasting very long though. The both of them not knowing at the time that they were the main causes of their failed relationships.
Though, everything changed one cold January night in London. He had been handsy with you all night at the club, which Lando's hands on you wasn't a new concept, but tonight was excessive and different. His large hands always somehow planted on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. You blamed it on the alcohol, that he was just feeling affectionate, but you couldn't deny the feelings that were starting to fester inside of you. The feeling of him pressed up behind you. The feeling of his breath tickling your neck when he would whisper something in your ear. It was awakening something foreign in you towards Lando.
You could feel people's eyes on the two of you, videos undoubtedly being uploaded to social media. It wasn't the first time you had gotten filmed in public, in fact you were used to it, but under tonights circumstances you felt annoyed. You weren't sure if it was the music pouding in your chest or your heart, but combine that with the random eyes staring at you while Lando's hands are on you and this club was the last place you wanted to be. It felt suffocating almost, and you could barely manage to tell Lando you were heading home before you wriggled out of his grasp and made a b-line for the exit.
The cold air that hit your lungs as you exited the club was a soothing relief. The deep breaths you took as you pulled up Uber on your phone had managed to steady your heart rate, but that lasted for a mere second as a familiar hand landed on your shoulder.
"Y/N. Are you okay?"
Goosebumps formed on your skin and you weren't sure if it was from the cold or his touch. You didn't dare look back at him, just focused your attention on getting a ride. "I'm not feeling great. Think I may have drank too much." Lie. Both you and Lando knew you had barely had two drinks tonight and your very much coherent words did nothing to back up your statement. "I've got an Uber on the way. You stay. I'll be fine." Your eyes never leaving your phone as you spoke.
Lando had shuffled to the side of you and you could feel his eyes burning into you. "No, if you're leaving then so am I. Think I could crash at your place?"
Any other night this wouldn't have been such a big deal, Lando had stayed the night at your place many of times and you vise versa, but tonight was not like any other night. The mere idea of sharing a bed with him (because that's what friends do right?) made your head spin. All you had wanted to do was go home, take a cold shower, and try to rationalize these feelings you've had tonight. But your mouth was thinking faster than your brain and a 'sure' came tumbling out past your lips.
"Ok good." Lando stated, a smile tugging at his lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The simple action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and that's when you knew the goosebumps from earlier were caused by the later option.
The 15 minute drive back to your place felt like an eternity.
The simple gesture of Lando putting his hand on your thigh as you got settled in the back seat made your breath catch in your throat. His head quirked towards you, eyebrows furrowed and his long fingers squeezed your thigh as he asked. "You good?"
You were in fact far from good. Your best friend was getting you hot and bothered in the back of an Uber, so no you weren't good.
"Just choked on my own spit, you know me."
The entire ride his hand felt like a thousand pounds on your thigh, the gesture that you never once batted an eyelash at now had you practically wanting to jump out of the moving vehicle.
The smell of his cologne was making your head spin as you tried to focus on anything other than how fast your heart was beating. If it hadn't been freezing outside you would have rolled down the window and stuck your head outside like a dog.
As the driver turned down your street you already had a grip on the door handle and he hadn't even come to a complete stop before you were opening the door and getting out.
Lando was fast on your heels, and by the time you entered your apartment you had decided that you were sleeping on the couch tonight.
A puzzled Lando stood motionless as he watched you carry a pillow and blanket from your room to the couch in the living room. "What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna sleep out here tonight. You can have my bed." You stated as you made your way towards your bedroom to grab some pajamas. The faster you could get ready for bed and away from whatever spell Lando had on you the better.
He had sat down on your bed as you rummaged through your dresser and you hadn't even heard him follow you to the bathroom until he spoke.
"Are you still not feeling good? Is that the reason you're sleeping on the couch? Or are you pissed at me? I'm already sorry for whatever I did."
As you glanced over at him he was leaning against the door frame and the sight of his shirt slightly raised up should not have made your heart beat quicken like it did, but yet here you were. You ignored his question, instead you were digging through the bathroom drawers, on a mission for your makeup wipes, but you couldn't seem to locate them.
"Top left." Lando shuffled into the bathroom towards the said drawer and as he pulled it open there sat your makeup wipes. A small smirk played at his lips as he handed them over to you.
You mumbled out a 'thanks' as you took them from him. As you took off your makeup he grabbed his toothbrush from the medicine cabinet. And as the two of you stood side by side getting ready for bed you realized just how much the scene playing out was nothing shy of domestication. What male friend knows what drawer your makeup wipes are in? And has his own toothbrush in your bathroom, not the guest bathroom? Has his own drawer in your dresser? Has his designated side of the bed? What other male friend touches you the way Lando does? Holds you? What other person in your life knew you as well as Lando? Who else did you have matching necklaces with? Your brain wouldn't stop with the questions, your body autopiloting the rest of your nighttime routine.
You felt Lando's arms sneak around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as the two of you made eye contact in the mirror. "Don't make me sleep alone tonight." He mumbled, before retreating to your bedroom. His words felt like ice in your veins and as you stood there staring back at yourself in the mirror you realized one thing.
You were fucked.
Thinking back to everytime one of your friends asking if Lando and you were together and you saying no, that there were no romantic feelings there now suddenly seemed like a big lie. Jesus christ, you guys were literally together, minus the kissing and sex, the two of you acted like you were in a relationship.
Did you have romantic feelings for Lando though?
The simple thought of 'i'm in love with my best friend' honestly had never crossed your mind. And thinking back to his past relationships there was never any jealousy coming from your side. So was all this that you were feeling tonight just a fluke? Maybe a side effect from the dry spell you've been having when it came to sex? But as you still stood there staring mindlessly at your reflection all the little pieces started to fit together.
You had said there were no feelings because your brain had blurred the lines between friendship and romantic feelings so much you couldn't tell the difference. Maybe it was your brain's way of protecting you, not letting you fully realize how you felt.
You had never gotten jealous or upset when Lando had gotten into relationships and it was because he still treated you like his number one even while seeing someone else. Looking back you had done the same in your past relationships. You remembered that the two of you had expressed vocally to each other that there must have been something wrong with them as to why they couldn't keep a partner for more than a couple months. And now you could see that you two were each others issue. Who wants to be in a relationship where the other person's heart already belongs to someone else?
How could you have been so blind? Because now the thought of 'i'm in love with my best friend' truly did cross your mind.
As you finally came back down to earth you realized you were going to have to face him as you exited the bathroom to get to the living room. The door had been open the whole time and you could hear a random sitcom playing softly on the TV. You didn't even want to look at him, afraid that one look would make you crawl in next to him. But as your feet moved from the cold tile to plush carpet your heart swelled at the sight in front of you.
Lando was already fast asleep on his side of the bed. Light snores emitting from him, his arm outstretched to your side, like he was waiting for you to climb into his arms (like you usually did). Your legs felt like cement pillars as you forced yourself out of your room. The urge to be wrapped up in his arms almost overpowering the sane part of you. You needed to be alone tonight, it was the smart thing to do. You had realized some big things about yourself and your relationship with Lando tonight and the level headed thing to do was to distance yourself until you had your head on completely straight.
That though, was easier said than done.
You were tired when you laid down on the couch, but yet almost two hours later you were still tossing and turning. Your mind being the main contributor as to why you were still up, Lando being the only thing on your mind. The uncomfortable couch didn't help either and you felt sorry for any your friends who had previously crashed on it. You tried to distract yourself, but scrolling on TikTok ended 30 minutes ago and you could only play so much Monopoly Go before you ran out of dice. A loud sigh escaped past your lips as the time on your phone read 3:00. If you would have just slept in your own bed you would have been in a deep sleep right now. But you were determined to not give in to your desires.
Ten minutes later your willpower gave out and you were walking down the hall towards your room. You slowly turned the door handle, not wanting to wake Lando. As you quietly closed the door, you couldn't help but shake your head at the fact that you were sneaking into your own room right now. It felt funny, like you were suddenly a teenager again.
Whatever had been playing on the TV had shut off and the glow of the screen saver was the only thing illuminating the room. Lando was still sound asleep, he was on his side now, and you were thankful that his back would be to you when you climbed into bed. Tip toeing to your side you carefully slid under the covers, the feeling of being in your own bed immediately relaxing you.
In a matter of seconds of you laying down Lando had flipped over, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. For the first time in you think ever, you tensed at the feeling of being in his arms. It wasn't that you didn't want to be in his arms, it was that you did. It was that everything was different now. You weren't just wrapped in the embrace of your best friend. You were wrapped in the embrace of you best friend that you have unknowingly had romantic feelings towards for who knows how long.
The feeling of his thumb rubbing small circles where your shirt had slid up let you know he was awake, but you didn't instigate any conversation.
"Been waiting for ya." His sleep filled whisper tickled your neck, a shiver running down your spine.
Your hand traveled to his arm that had made its home around your waist, your hand covering his in a comforting way. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
Lando had pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, your back flush against his front.
This was definitely something friends didn't do.
"It's okay. I couldn't sleep that well without you, kept waking up."
His words made your heart race, how have you just now realized that this relationship was not normal? Before you never batted an eyelash when he talked to you like that, but now he had you a blushing mess in his arms.
"What do you do when I'm not with you?" Your words were barely above a whisper.
"Take Nyquil." He deadpanned.
You craned your neck to look back at him, laughter lacing your words. "You're joking?!"
The light from the TV illuminated his face enough for you to see the sleepy smile on his face. "I'm not joking. I honestly think I might have built up a tolerance for it because it didn't work last week."
"Good lord Lan." You stated as you rested your head back on the pillow. "Maybe you should try Melatonin instead. Pretty sure it would be safer."
A simple hum was all you got in response and after a few moments of silence you thought he had fallen back asleep. His hand that had been tracing small circles on your skin had stilled and you took that as a sign for you to go to sleep too. Your eyes hadn't been closed for maybe ten seconds when he whispered something that made your eyes fly open.
"Wouldn't have to take anything to go to sleep if I just had you with me all the time."
Your body slowly turned towards him, your faces inches apart. It was time to face the music and talk about what you two were. Even though you had wished to work through it a little more on your own before talking to Lando. He was clearly testing the waters with you and what a better time to talk about how you were in love with your best friend than when you're in bed with them?
Words scrambled around in your brain, a thousand ways to go about this existed, but you couldn't get your brain and mouth to communicate. The two of you laid there, drowning in eachothers eyes, until you could finally put together a sentence.
"What's going on with us?" Lando only cocked an eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning your face to figure out where you were going with this. "Lan." You were wanting a response from him, not a confused look.
"What are you talking about?"
A sigh came tumbling past your lips, he was going to make you be the one to say it. "Lando. Do you think the way we act towards each other is normal? Like what other friends act the way we do with each other? The way you've been with me tonight is especially not how friends should act. Imagine how weird it would be if it was Fewtrell next to me right now instead of you." You paused, knowing what you were going to say next was going to change everything, and once you said it there was no going back. "We are more than friends Lando."
His mouth opened to say something and then immediately shut. He never thought this day would come. He had realized that things were more than platonic between you two months ago, and they had been the most agonizing couple months. Him knowing that he was in love with you, but too scared to say anything incase you didn't feel the same was driving him crazy. So, he pressed the envelope with his actions and words, hoping you would open your eyes.
His silence was slowly eating away at you. Had you just dreamt up all this stuff about you guys being more than friends? Had you misinterpreted his actions towards you and now made yourself look like a fool? "Please don't tell me this is one sided. God did I just fuc-"
Lando's lips on yours took you by surprise and it took a minute for your brain to catch up to be able to kiss him back. His lips were soft and it was a much different (better) feeling than whenever he had kissed your forehead or any other place that wasn't your lips (which again, how was that platonic?). His hand had traveled up towards your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You felt light headed, never in a million years did you think you'd be kissing your best friend like this, but god did you love it. It was slightly embarrassing how you were already craving more as he pulled away, both of you with stupid smiles on your face.
"Yeah I don't think friends do that." He stated as he tried to catch his breath.
"No friends don't do that." The smile on your face still prominent as you stared at Lando.
His hand reached out for yours, your fingers interlocking causing the already prominent butterflies in your stomach to flutter even more. The two of you found your selves staring at each other once more, your eyes getting lost in the sea that was his eyes.
"Is this where we say we love each other?" Lando's words bringing you back to reality.
It wasn't uncommon for you guys to tell each other that you loved one another. In fact the last time those words were spoken was just a couple days ago. But now those three little words meant so much more, it was different now. Everything between the two of you was different now. Even if it didn't seem like that big of a deal it was, at least to you. Your teeth found the inside of your bottom lip as you plucked up the courage to say it.
"Everything is gonna be different now." Lando furrowed his eyebrows, head cocked in a questioning manner. His silence told you to continue speaking. "What I'm trying to say is yes I love you, but now those words mean so much more. We've crossed a line and there is no going back. It's gonna be different in public now, especially with your fans, and oh god we are never gonna hear the end of it from our friends. Do you think-"
Once again Lando had interrupted your rambling by smashing his lips onto yours. The action still taking you by surprise, but your reaction time had sped up significantly since the first time. This kiss was different from the first, it was more loving, slower even. It was like he was trying to calm you, reassure you about whatever you were worried about.
As he pulled away he laid flat on his back, his arms inviting you into them. With no obligation you scooted over to him, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you. The feeling of him pressing chaste kisses to the top of your head made your eyes flutter shut, you wanted to savor this moment.
"I love you, like a lot, probably too much for my own good. And if I had to guess I would say when we've said it to each other before, deep down we knew how we really felt when we said it. So, I don't think it's any different now because how I feel about you right now is how I've felt about you the whole time. Granted it took me a little while to figure it out, but fuck Y/N. It's always been you. Always has and always will be."
You had never had someone talk about you like that and in the moment you were thankful that you weren't facing Lando or else he would see the tears welling up in your eyes.
"And everyone already thinks we are together, and my fans like you, but if you're worried about going public we don't have to, not until you're ready. I mean hell we can continue to act the way we usually do, but I'll just have to keep my lips off of you, which may be more difficult than I thought." A grin was plastered on his face as he peppered kisses all over your shoulder, giggles erupting from you at his actions.
"I know your fans like me, but to them I'm still just your best friend, I'm not with you. There is a big difference Lando. Also, it wouldn't hurt to keep it from our friends for awhile, maybe just a month or two. Do you really want to hear Max go on and on about how he was right? It will never end. We've deprived ourselves of each other for years. I just want to enjoy us, without everyone else putting their nose where it shouldn't belong.
"Alright then it's decdided."
You lifted your head from his chest. Leaning up towards him you pressed your lips against his. "I love you."
Lando returned the favor, your lips together once again. "I love you too."
Your head rested back on Lando's chest, his arms wrapped around you once more. A moment you could get used to having, the feeling of his lips though something you don't think you'll ever get used to.
"And you're right. I know Fewtrell has bets placed on us, we'd never hear the end of it." Lando's chest vibrated with laughter, and when he laughed so did you. And in that moment there was no better feeling than being in the arms of the man you loved, laughing.
So, from that moment on the two of you kept your relationship hidden. You still acted like before (two best friends who were basically together because they were secretly in love with one another). But kept your intimate moments behind closed doors.
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Over the course of your relationship there were a couple times where you guys almost exposed the two of you. The first time was two months in, when a jealous Lando almost spilled the beans.
It was a race week, the Australian GP to be exact. It was the first race of the season that you were attending since the two of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for you to be there during race weekends. Infact last season you had probably been to at least 75% of the races, so you were a well known face around the paddock and garage. But even with you being around people you knew and a familiar atmosphere, you were still slightly nervous as you walked through the paddock. This was going to be the first real test of seeing if you guys could keep your relationship under wraps. There were cameras literally every few feet, which meant no room for slip ups.
As you approached McLaren hospitality you spotted Lando outside the entrance talking to Carlos.
"Hello boys." You greeted as you approached them. Smiles beaming from both of them back at you. "Are you lost Carlos?" You joked with the Ferrari driver.
A smirk splayed across his face. "Ah just came over to see you hermosa." The Spaniard always was a flirt, especially with you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Lando tense at Carlos shamelessly flirting with you. "When are you gonna lose the papaya and come wear red?"
Rolling your eyes you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his antics, he truly had no shame in his game. "Behave Carlos."
Y/N may have found it funny, but Lando found nothing about this situation funny. And all he could do was stand here and let his ex teammate flirt with his girlfriend.
Before he got to be tortured anymore he was being whisked away to do an interview, but unfortunately for him he still had a clear view of the two of them as he sat down to do his interview.
He could barely focus on what the guy was asking him, his gaze flickering over the guys shoulder to watch you and Carlos every chance he got. He knew whatever Carlos was telling you was not that funny, there was no reason for you to be doubled over laughing.
The interviewer clearing his throat brought Lando's attention back to him. "Sorry could you repeat the question."
"Yes. I was asking after FP3 earlier how confident are you going into qualis in a few short hours?"
Lando gave some bullshit answer, his mind and gaze already wondering back to you and Carlos. His jealousy really starting to peak when Carlos put his hand on your arm as you laughed again at something he said. Lando knew you were just being friendly with Carlos and if anything his jealousy was just from the fact that he couldn't go out there and tell Carlos to fuck off and leave you alone. But when he saw Carlos' hands linger longer than they should have after a hug, the hints of red in his vision weren't from the Ferrari drivers fireproofs. God, how was he going to survive not letting every person in this place that you were his? The interview was thankfully a short one, which may have been due to his inability to focus.
He was handing off the microphone and out of the chair before they had probably stopped recording the interview. He could still see Carlos leaning against the railing outside, but you were long gone.
"Where'd Y/N go?" Lando inquired.
"Said she forgot her sunglasses in the garage earlier."
A simple nod came from Lando as he now joined Carlos in leaning against the railing. Silence had lulled between the two drivers and Lando was thankful that Carlos hadn't brought up Y/N, but seconds later he knew he had spoke too soon.
"You think she's into me?"
Lando nearly choked on his spit at the Spaniard's question. The bluntness of it took him by surprise, but the fact that Carlos really thought he had a chance with Y/N had Lando somewhat amused.
"I don't think so." Lando tried to use a normal voice, if he even knew what that was.
Carlos pushed himself off the railing. His whole body turning to face Lando, who maintained his gaze ahead, not wanting to look over at Sainz. "How do you know she's not?" What was Lando supposed to say? She's not into you because she's in love with me? He had froze up, allowing for Carlos to speak freely. "What are you in love with her or something? Not wanting to let me worm my way in?"
Lando's heartbeat quickened at the mention of him being in love with you. He racked his brain with how he could steer this conversation away from the two of you being together.
"No. She's got a boyfriend." Simple and effective he thought.
Lando still hadn't made eye contact with Carlos, but out of the corner of his eye he could see a smirk on Carlos' face. "Oh yeah who is it?"
So perhaps that wasn't the direction to steer the conversation. "I don't know."
"You're telling me your're her best friend and you don't know who she's dating?" What the hell did Lando get himself into? He had a way of always digging himself into a deeper hole when he talked, and in a situation like this he was really trying to chose his words carefully. But unfortunately for Lando, Carlos took his silence as an answer. "Well I'm taking that as you couldn't think of anyone to say. So when I ask her to dinner tonight, what would she like better? Italian? Chinese? Oh we are in Australia so what about some seafood? Sushi maybe?"
The two drivers now stood face to face as Lando's jealousy turned into irritation. "You're getting your hopes up Carlos. I told you she has a boyfriend."
"Until I have a name I don't believe you."
Lando knew he could just blurt out a random mechanics name from the team and that would pacify Carlos, but his smugness about the whole thing was just rubbing Lando the wrong way. Lando wanted to throw it in Carlos' face that you were his. Not some random guy or any other driver or mechanic's, you were his girlfriend. He knew you would be pissed about him blabbing to Carlos, exposing your relationship. In fact he would be breaking the promise that he made to you, but his judgment was clouded. And like always Lando's mouth worked faster than his brain.
"She's dating-"
"Sorry who's dating who?" Your eyes wide and heart racing as you approached the two drivers once more. You prayed Lando wasn't about ready to say what you thought he was as you stared him down.
Lando's cheeks turned scarlet as he stumbled over his words. He was thankful you showed up when you did to save him from making the mistake, but he also knew you weren't going to be happy.
"We were just talking about who you were dating." Carlos finally spoke up after watching Lando choke on every attempt at talking.
Your eyebrows raised in a fake suprisment at Lando, sarcasm dripping on every word you spoke. "Oh really?! I didn't know my love life was such a public topic? Who am I dating?"
Lando's eyes flashed back and forth between you and Carlos and as you stood there staring back at him he was already trying to telepathically apologize to you.
"He wouldn't say." Carlos stated as he glanced between Lando and you. The atmosphere was tense and he suddenly felt like he was in the middle of something he shouldn't be. He could find you later to talk, but right now he was trying to figure out how to excuse himself. "I think I'm late to an interview. I'll see you guys later."
As soon as Carlos was out of earshot you spoke, your tone hushed. "You better have a good explanation."
Lando glanced around, there were way too many people around for you two to be having this conversation here. Hell he probably shouldn't have even been talking to Carlos about you here earlier. If he would have told Carlos about the two of you, ten other people probably would have heard too. Grabbing your hand he led you through hospitality doors, down a small hallway, and then suddenly you were in what looked to be a storage room. McLaren merch was strewn about and various snacks and drinks lined the counters.
As you heard the lock on the door click you turned to see Lando leaning against it. No words were exchanged, you only raised your eyebrows at him, indicating for him to explain himself.
Lando pushed himself off the door, his hands reaching out for you to hold. When you only gave him a blank expression, he wiggled his fingers, emphasizing his want.
"Baby." The slight smile on his face didn't match the whiny questioning tone of his voice. Rolling your eyes at his dramatics you placed your hands in his, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry. I let my jealousy get the better of me. I couldn't stand looking at Carlos shamelessly flirt with you. Then once you left he was talking to me about asking you out and he just wouldn't let up. It was driving me crazy, I just wanted to tell him to fuck off, that you were mine. And clearly I almost did until you walked up."
His eyes scanned your face for any indication that you weren't completely pissed off at him, but to his surprise your lips were on his. It was a quick kiss, his brain barely comprehending it was happening before you were pulling away, only making him desperate for more.
"I'm not mad, it just took me by surprise when I walked up and that was coming out of your mouth. I also knew he was flirting with me, why do you think I finally left? I could only play nice for so long, so I made up the excuse of me leaving my sunglasses in the garage." You paused, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. A small smile washed across Lando's face as he leaned into your touch. "Just please from now try and keep your jealousy in check? I've liked these past couple months with just us two, not us two and millions of other people. Plus, you have nothing to be jealous about. I love you. Not Carlos or Charles or-"
Lando's eyes widened. "Wait how many other drivers have been flirting with you?"
"It's not important. All I was trying to say is that I love you and only you!"
Lando scoffed, his hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you flush against him. "I love you too baby, but I'm gonna have to hide you or something. I don't think my heart can take seeing all these guys fawn over you."
Your hand reached up to his hair, your fingers running through his mop of curls. While his hands were placed firmly on your hips, his fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt. "You'll survive pretty boy."
"Oh so you think I'm pretty?" Lando teased as he leaned in to satisfy his desire to taste your lips after the tease of a kiss moments ago.
"Yes, but you're my pretty boy."
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The second time your relationship was almost exposed was entirely your fault. Getting wasted + missing your boyfriend = blabbing to your friends.
To say perhaps you had been neglecting your friends since being with Lando was an understatement. Always denying their invites out because you were either working, going to a race, or saying you were working when really you were with Lando.
You had been trying to make plans for over a month with your friends, but it never seemed like anyone's schedule lined up, until this weekend. It was an off week for Lando and he had suggested that your friends and you have a girls weekend in Monaco, even saying you guys could stay at his apartment. Though, to you, a hotel sounded safer. You had way too much of your stuff at his place for it to seem like anything platonic.
So, here you guys were, getting ready in a hotel not even ten minutes away from Lando's apartment. Music playing in the background as you rummaged through your suitcase for the perfect outfit for tonight. Laughter erupting from everyone as you recalled funny memories from past nights out. It felt good to be with them again, you had missed this, missed them.
Work had been absolutely draining you these past couple weeks, deadlines and unread emails haunted your dreams. You had even been so busy that you had to miss Lando's race last week. It had been almost two weeks since you had even seen him. Facetime being your main form of communication as of recently. But tonight wasn't about Lando, it was about going out and having a good time with your friends. Although, someone should have told drunk you that.
You're all piling into an Uber before you know it, skirts and dresses slightly too short, but no one cared because that's the fun of it all. The conversation consists of who's going to get the most drunk and from the pregaming that took place back at the hotel it could be anyone. It then shifts to who might go home with someone tonight and of course because you've been 'single' the longest everyone says you need to be the one to. And of course you play along saying "Honestly I need to. It's been awhile since I've gotten any action."
Which wasn't a lie, you hadn't seen Lando in two weeks. Your work being primarily based in London and him being in another country for almost a week. Then this weekend being a girls weekend had provided less than enough time for you guys to even talk on the phone, let alone fool around.
"Well we are in Monaco. Let's pray our girl bags a hot millionaire." Your friend stated.
Already accomplished that.
The bass from the music rattles in your chest as you walk through the club with your friends in tow. The bar is of course the first stop, you open a tab and tell the girls to get what they want. You decide on a rum and coke, you weren't planning on going absolutely crazy tonight, but a couple of these plus the pregaming at the hotel would have you feeling happy tonight.
"Let's dance!" One of your friends shouts as she's already heading into the swarm of bodies.
You swayed your body to the beat, it felt good to finally let loose and have some fun. Your eyes closed as you got lost in the music, warmness radiating through you from the alcohol in your veins, but also the other dancing bodies around you.
As the night progressed so had your alcohol consumption. You honestly weren't planning on going this hard, but everything was just going down so smoothly and you were having such a good time. But you knew as your friend brought over everyone a double round of tequila shots you were done for. You were a big girl and you could have said no, but you were already so inebriated at that point the idea of saying no never crossed your mind. Only I'm gonna regret this in the morning as you said bottoms up.
Before you knew it you were wasted and as your friends tried to rally you so you all could leave you were proving to be a little more than difficult. It didn't help that your friends, although not as gone as you, were also clearly drunk. They had somehow managed to get you outside amidst your protests that the 'night was still young', at two in the morning.
You were trying to stand upright as you waited for your friend to get an Uber, but apparently to you the pavement looked more comfortable and down you went. Your knees and arms were scraped up, but you didn't feel anything, at all. You were practically floating at this point, one more shot and you would have been at black out level.
"Ok. Just sit on the curb. It's gonna be a minute for the Uber." Your least drunk friend said as she clamped a hand on your shoulder, preventing you from getting back up.
"Ugh. Just call my boyfriend he can come get us." In your drunken state you hadn't realized what you had said.
"Your boyfriend!? Who's your boyfriend?" You had the attention of all your friends now.
Pulling your phone out of your clutch you thanked the Apple Gods for face id because there was no way you could have put in your passcode. Getting to your recent calls was easier said than done and at one point you had accidently called your Mom. "Oops. Sorry Mom." You giggled. Your fingers and brain weren't working in sync so you resorted to Siri, which was not a good idea either.
"Siri call Lando."
Your friends necks nearly broke from how fast they turned them towards your phone.
"Sorry I didn't get that." Siri chimed off
"Siri call Lando Norris."
Failed.
"Siri call Laaanndoooo."
Failed again.
"Siri-"
"Ok enough. I'll just call him. Uber cancelled on me anyways." Your friend stated as she held her phone up to her ear. "Hey Lando. It's Y/F/N. Yeah sorry for calling so late. No everything's ok it's just that our Uber cancelled and Y/N mentioned something about you being able to come get us? If not it's fine- Oh ok great thanks. We are at the club with the big neon sign on the front. Yeah ok see you in a couple minutes."
"Who was that?" You asked as your friend hung up the phone.
She sat down next you on the curb, her arm wrapping around your shoulders, your head leaning to rest on her shoulder. "Lando. He's coming to get us."
Your eyes widened as your head perked up at the mention of his name. "Oh good. I've missed him!"
Your friends all exchanged questioning glances. Not sure if Lando was the boyfriend you had mentioned, if you were so drunk that you thought Lando was your boyfriend, or if they were so drunk that they had misinterpreted what you were saying. They all had always said that you two had to be together, that you had to have feelings for him, but in this drunken instance they weren't sure what to believe. The saying drunk words are sober thoughts worked in this situation, but they too were drunk, so who was the wiser?
As Lando pulled up to the club he could see you sitting on the curb with your friend, your other friends hovering behind you. Putting the car in park he got out and made his way across the street to you. He wasn't sure what state you were in, but from the scrapes on your knees, glossy eyes, and overly enthusiastic yelling when he approached he knew you weren't just tipsy.
"Lan!" You yelled when you saw him crossing the street. You tried to get up, but your legs gave out. Luckily for you Lando's arms were wrapped around you before you hit the pavement again. "Careful. Think you might've went a little too hard tonight huh?" His cologne invaded your senses, combine that with the hoodie and sweats he had on and all you wanted to do was be in his arms tonight. "Hi guys." He greeted your friends, who were all taking in the scene in front of them. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Lando and you to be close like this, but after what came tumbling out of your mouth earlier they were second guessing everything. "Come on let's get you guys back to the hotel."
Lando had to help you into the car and then buckle you in while your friends piled in the back seat. "I don't wanna go to the hotel I wanna go to yours." A pout planted firmly on your face.
Ignoring your plea Lando closed the passenger side door and walked back to the drivers side. The car wasn't even a couple minutes from the club and you had passed out, small snores coming from you.
"Are you guys together?" Your friend's question made Lando's heart skip a beat. His eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror, your friends eyes staring back at him made his heart race even more.
"No. Why?" He prayed his tone was normal and not one of a man keeping said relationship a secret.
"She pretty much said you were her boyfriend."
Fuck. He knew she was drunk, but not that drunk to blab about their relationship. He racked his brain on how to spin this around.
"Unfortunately I'm not." Maybe admitting to her friends that he wanted to be with her, but wasn't, might work?
"What do you mean unfortunately you're not? Is this you finally admitting to what we have all known already?" Another friend asked.
Lando glanced over to you in the passenger seat. Your head leaning against the window, hair frizzy, the smell of tequila radiating off of you. Even in your drunken mess he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. "Maybe. I'm just afraid I can't give her what she needs." His eyes flickered back to the rearview mirror, questioning looks stared back at him, encouraging him to continue. "I can't always be there 24/7 like a normal boyfriend. Yeah she can travel with me, but she has a life and a job too. I wouldn't want her to lose that aspect of herself just to be with me. I wouldn't want her to think that she came second in my life, because even now right now she doesn't."
What Lando had said was true, it was a insecurity, hell even a fear that he's had for quite some time. The idea of him not being enough for you scared him. The fact that maybe one day you would grow tired of the inconsistency and leave him made him sick. He tried to be the best boyfriend he could, but some days he was so busy that he was lucky to send you a couple texts. It was hard having a career that he loved be so much of his life, something that at this point was a literal part of him. But on the other hand, you were also a part of him. He never wanted you to feel like you came second in his life, because at the end of the day racing doesn't last forever, and he wanted you to be the one that was still there after he took his last lap.
"If that's all that is holding you back from telling her how you feel then you're stupid. How long have you guys been in each other's lives? She's used to your crazy schedule and half the time she makes it work and is with you. She may deny it every time we bring it up, but she's in love with you Lando. Don't let the one person who would literally go to hell and back for you slip away because you're afraid of what might happen."
As the car stopped in front of the hotel Lando turned back to look at your friend. "Clearly you didn't drink as much as Y/N."
"I'm being serious Lando. Tell her." A serious look plastered on her face as your two other friends had started to exit the vehicle. Lando had unbuckled your seatbelt, but you were too knocked out to notice. "Just take her back to your place, it's where she wanted to go anyways. But I swear when we meet up tomorrow and you two aren't together I'm gonna strangle you Norris!"
She had joined your other friends on the sidewalk as Lando rolled down your window to talk to her. "She's completely wasted. I'm not telling her tonight."
"Well then in the morning! Either way you better do it!" Your friend hollered before they all gave him a wave goodbye and made their way into the hotel.
With a sigh Lando rolled your window back up and reached over to buckle you back in. Stirring slightly, you turned in the seat as Lando's hands brushed over you. "We're going home baby girl."
Music played softly on the radio as he drove the winding streets back to his apartment. It seemed like the act had worked on your friends. That you two were still the stubborn lovesick fools to them and not two people hiding their relationship.
By the time Lando had parked the car back at his apartment you had woke up. Something he was grateful for because (though he would never say this outloud) you were an absolute pain to wake up sober, let alone drunk.
"Come on baby, we're home." Lando stood in front of the passenger side, hands out to help you out of the car. A groan came from you as you dramatically swung your legs out, grabbing ahold of Lando's hands he helped you out the rest of the way. With his arm securely around your waist the two of you made your way to the elevator. "My knees hurt." You whined as you walked (stumbled).
"Yeah it seems that you took a nasty tumble." Lando shuffled you into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor with his free hand. You glanced down at your knees, even with your blurry vision you could see the dried blood. "Your arms too. Gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap next time you go out."
You slowly lifted your arms as you tried to focus your vision to get a good look at them. But it was the same as your knees all you could see was blurry dried blood. "Well shit." You sighed, head falling onto Lando's shoulder.
As soon as you got into the apartment Lando was already bent down in front of you. Your hands on his shoulders as he helped you out of your heels.
"Come on we've got to get you cleaned up." His arm was back around your waist as he led you towards the bathroom. As you sat on the toilet seat lid you waited patiently for Lando to grab the first aid kit. Sleep was creeping its way back in as you sat there, your eyelids feeling heavy. You hadn't even realized you had dozed off until the feeling of a warm washcloth on your knees woke you up. As Lando gently cleaned your knees and arms you watched him. Even in your drunken state you heart couldn't help but swell at him taking care of you. Once he had cleaned and bandaged your injuries he grabbed your makeup wipes from one of the drawers. Your eyes fluttering shut as he did his best to remove your makeup, giggling as he cursed your waterproof mascara.
"Ok time to wash your face."
You had tried to get up to go to the sink, but his large hands pushed you back down. "I don't need you falling again, just stay put."
So you sat there as he applied your face wash, making sure to get the remaining remnants of your makeup off. And as he was applying your moisturizer you couldn't help but stare at him with adorning eyes. You were so utterly in love with him it made you sick. This wasn't the first time he had taken care of you like this, but this was the first time since you'd realized you loved him. And in this moment his actions just simply meant so much more to you than they ever did back then.
"I love you." You said as he rubbed in the last little bit of moisturizer.
His eyes met yours as he looked down at you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Love you too baby."
He helps you brush your teeth and then seconds later you're crawling into bed. "Nope. I love you, but you are not cuddling up to me tonight in that scratchy dress." He throws some of your pajamas at you as a groan came from you. "Come on dress off."
"Jeez at least take me out to dinner first Norris." You joked as you slowly got off the bed. A smirk toyed at his lips as he rolled his eyes at you. "Are you gonna unzip it for me or?" Lando wasted no time, his fingers pulling the tiny zipper down. As the fabric fell to the ground he placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder, a sign of affection rather than sexual desire.
Thankfully you were able to dress yourself as you were slowly sobering up. Climbing back into bed you were greeted with Lando who had already took his hoodie off and was waiting for you to crawl into his arms, an offer you gladly took.
"I've missed you. I've missed this." You stated as you got settled into his embrace.
A kiss was placed on your temple. "Me too."
You were asleep within minutes, Lando not long after. But when you awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell some things that had slipped your mind came to light as the sun rose. Like the fact that you were out with your friends last night, but had somehow ended up at Lando's.
When Lando woke up he explained everything to you, about how you blabbed and how he hopefully convinced them that you weren't together. That he was just a lovesick fool who wanted to be with you. "They are gonna be expecting us to be together or at least expect me to have confessed my love when we go to lunch later." He was leaned against the headboard, your head in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.
"Do you think they even remember?" You asked.
"They weren't as drunk as you, so most definitely."
You lifted your head up to look at him. "Well, just because they are expecting it doesn't mean it has to happen."
So when you guys went to lunch your friends heads perked up when they saw the two of you, hopeful glances shared between them.
"So any news to share from last night or recently?" One of your friends asks as you're browsing the menu. Thankfully the menu covered your face at the moment, because you were trying so hard not to laugh at her question.
You played along though, acting like it was a regular conversation starter. "If you consider me deciding to never go out again after last night news then sure. I've got a hangover from hell."
You weren't even looking, but you could sense your friends eyes darting towards Lando, and a slight jostle from under the table was undoubtedly one of your friends kicking Lando.
"Although, it's still considered brunch hours, maybe I'll get a mimosa. Always heard nothing like getting over a hangover by drinking more." Acting like the tension between Lando and your friends was nonexistent you continued talking. "What are you guys thinking? The turkey club sounds good."
Lando on the other hand was fighting for his life. Between the stares and his now sore shin, he was wishing he would have never came. His phone vibrated on the table and as he picked it up it was a text from one of your friends and it only said one word.
y/f/n: chicken!!!!
At least his cover up worked last night, now hopefully they could just make it through this lunch.
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The third time, technically you both were to blame, but you both blamed each other.
The unrelenting sun beat down on Lando as he climbed out of the car after probably the worst FP3 of his career. Granted it was only a practice run, but if this was how the car was going to perform in the actual race then he was done for. Not to mention this was his home race, which any driver wants to perform well in. There was a heatwave at Silverstone this weekend, one of the contributing factors in his shit practice run. The others; absolutely no grip on the tires, sweltering temperatures in the cockpit, and the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about you. Specifically how you looked in the garage before he went out for FP3.
From the get-go this morning when you put on that papaya (let's be real it was orange) tank top that cupped your breasts just right he knew today was going to be a long day. Then when he saw you in the garage the only thing he could think about was taking you back to his drivers room and fucking you till you couldn't walk. The slight sheen of sweat on your skin from the boiling sun gave you a glowing look, that goddamn tank top, and your hair tied up in a ponytail had basically given him a semi. But it was something he could mark off his "insane things to happen while in a race car" list.
1. have a hard on while driving.
As he walked into the garage he was thankful his race suit was slightly baggy in the groin area. When his race engineer started to go over data and possible strategy everything went in one ear and out the other, his mind preoccupied with only down right nasty thoughts about you. His grip on the table that he leaned on getting tighter with each passing moment. He didn't dare glance in your direction, afraid that his slight issue would turn into a full blown one.
You on the other hand were oblivious to how Lando was feeling at the moment. You thought the strained look on his face was from the heat and the not so great practice, not from him wanting to bend you over the first chance he could get. You hadn't even realized Lando was done talking to Will, too engrossed in your phone, until you felt Lando's grip on your arm.
His eyes were like saucers as you looked up at him. His tone was demanding yet he spoke softly to you as he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Come on."
Not one to oblige, you quickly following behind him to where you soon realized was to his drivers room. You figured he wanted to rant or just relax for a little bit before qualifying, but oh boy were you proven wrong as soon as Lando closed the door.
"You've been driving me fucking crazy all day." The almost animalistic tone of his voice went straight through you. His eyes dark as he made his way over to you, hands harshly gripping your waist. Your words were caught in your throat as you stood there, wide eyes staring back at Lando. "Oh don't act like you didn't wear that tank top on purpose. You knew the way it makes your tits look would drive me crazy."
His fingertips traced along the low neckline of your tank top, his touch causing a shiver to run up your spine. A smirk developed on his face as his fingertips traveled up the straps, your neck, and finally landing on your ponytail. His long slender fingers wrapped around it, and you knew what he was about to do, but that still didn't stop the moan that came barreling out of you when he tugged on your ponytail.
"You little slut you liked that didn't you?" Now it was your turn to smirk at him, a small laugh even escaped past your lips, which you knew would go straight through him. "You think this is funny huh? Think I should teach you a lesson."
In an instant his lips are on yours. It's messy and rushed, teeth clashing as he's guiding you towards his physio table. When the back of your legs hit the table he wastes no time in lifting you up onto it. His hands are already tugging at your tank top as he stands between your legs. You break apart just long enough to let him basically rip your shirt off and then his lips are back on yours. His hands had migrated from your hips to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples with his fingertips. The stimulation going straight to your core as he swallowed your moans.
Grabbing at his fireproofs you tried to pull him as close as possible to you. You could already feel how wet you were getting, your desire for him growing more by the minute. As he's attacking your neck you reach down and undo the button of your shorts and somehow shimmy them off while still sitting.
"That desperate for me huh? Undressing yourself?" He whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.
"Only for you." You words breathy as he soothes the spot on your collarbone that will need to be covered in the morning.
Almost like a natural reflex your hips start rolling towards Lando, impatience setting in. All you want is for him to touch you and clearly he got the signal. His hand moved down to your clothed core, fingertips ghosting along it.
Whines emitting from you as you rocked your hips towards his hand. "Lan please."
"You gotta tell me what you want baby girl." His pupils blown as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
"I want you to fuck me with your fingers." He felt his already painfully hard cock twitch at your words. No matter how many times you guys fucked, he was always surprised at how filthy your mouth was.
And as the natural born pleaser that he was, he pushed your panties to the side and immediately ran his fingers through your drenched folds. "Fuck baby your soaked."
You leaned back on the table to give him better access and as he slipped the first two fingers in your head fell back. Your moans echoing through the room as his fingers slide in an out of you.
"You gotta be quiet." He says as he adds a third finger.
His thumb works your clit and as his fingers curl up and find that spot that makes you see stars your biting down on his shoulder to try and keep quiet. You can feel yourself getting close, that pit in your stomach growing as those long fingers of his somehow repeatedly hit your g-spot. Lando can tell your close just from the way your breathing.
"Come on baby. Gonna be a good girl and come all over my fingers?"
His words of praise only adding to the the pleasure you were feeling right now. And Lando couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your walls clenching around his fingers as he praised you. Seconds later your coming undone, moans muffled by Lando's shoulder as your orgasm washes over you. His fingers continue to work even through your orgasm, something he always did. Always teetering on the line of overstimulation with you.
But this time he doesn't eventually let up, he's got you pushed all the way back on the table with your legs wide open. His free hand has you basically pinned to the table as he's relentlessly pumping his fingers into you, thumb still circling that small bundle of nerves. Your squirming under him, legs shaking as he teases you with his hushed words.
"Awe can my baby not take it? You want me to stop?"
You can barely think straight, every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire. The sound of his fingers in your wet cunt is borderline sinful. He's got a devilish grin on his face as he starts to slow his fingers, and you remember you didn't answer his question. The pitiful 'don't stop' that you're able get out is sufficient enough for Lando and he goes back to that same toe curling pace.
Lando knows your coming before you do, he knows your body like the back of his hand. The way your walls clench around his fingers and how your breathing gets rigid tells him you're on the edge. With one final curl of his fingers your back is arching as your hands grip the sides of the table. You were sure that you were speaking in tongues, the pleasure so intense you don't even realize how loud your being until Lando's got his hand clamped over your mouth. Eyes wide as he's shushing you, but he's removed his fingers from your cunt and decided to solely focus on your clit, and you think you might die if he tries to give you three orgasms back to back like that.
Lando can feel his cock throbbing in his race suit as he looks at how wrecked he's got you with just his fingers. He knows he can give you another orgasm without even using his cock, he knows you can take it, but his desire to be buried so deep into your pussy that you can feel him in your stomach overrides his pleaser mentality.
He lets you squirm for a few more moments before taking his hand away. His fingers immediately entering his mouth as he licks them clean. You watch him through hooded eyes, chest heaving as you’re trying to come down from your back to back orgasms. The desire for his mouth to be attached to your throbbing clit growing as you watch him. You knew you were being greedy, but you also knew he’d do it if you asked him. The man loved nothing more than being between your thighs. Always thinking that if he died while eating your pussy at least he’d die doing something he loved. And you thought you’d be getting your wish until he’s tugging his race suit down the rest of the way, fireproofs following after.
His cock slaps against his stomach as soon as it's free and you truly don't think you'll ever get used to just how thick it is. Your pussy already fluttering at the thought of him stretching you out. His hands are grabbing at your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the table. And you don't realize just how much of a mess you had made on it until your ass is basically gliding over the table. Your lips collide for a brief moment as you resume your previous position of sitting on the edge of the table. His tongue exploring your mouth as your hand reaches down to his cock. The simple action of your thumb running over his tip had him moaning into your mouth, his hips bucking towards your hand.
In one swift motion he's got you bent over the table and you're practically dripping with anticipation. Lando's got one hand gripping your waist and his painfully hard cock in the other. The small moan that you let out just by him rubbing his tip between your folds is like music to his ears. Usually he would tease you, but he'd been thinking about this exact moment all damn day, he wasn't going to waste any time teasing. You're both trying to be quiet, but the feeling of just him pushing the tip in has both of you gasping. The feeling of him stretching you out is one of your favorite things in the world. How you can feel every inch of him, feel the vein on the underneath side of his cock, the slight curve in it that always hits your g-spot, it was like a drug that you couldn't get enough of.
By the time he's bottomed out and gotten you nice and accustomed to him he's ready to be absolutely feral. He leans down to your ear, his hands roaming your body as he speaks. "You gonna be a good girl for me? Gonna take my cock like the good little slut you are?" All you can do is whimper in response, but that's all he needs to hear. His large hands are on your waist in an instant and he slowly starts to build up his pace.
He can't help but be mesmerized by how your pussy engulfs his cock as he fucks you. He gets lost in it, his brain (and cock) pussy drunk, and soon enough he's ramming into you so hard that the table is hitting the wall. You're trying so hard to stifle your moans, but he's fucking you like he hates you and you can't get enough of it. You're sure someone has heard you, and if not with your moans then they've got to hear the physio table banging against the wall. And you know this is the moment that is gonna expose your relationship, but you don't even care because he's fucking you so good right now.
When Lando reaches up and grabs your now very messy ponytail and yanks on it at the same time as him hitting your g-spot you couldn't even try to hold in your moan. That in turn got a reaction out of Lando. "You've gotta be quiet pretty girl. You don't want someone to walk in now do you?" He's still got ahold of your ponytail and he lifts your head slightly as he speaks to you. "But I bet you'd probably like that huh? You'd like for everyone to hear how good I'm making you feel. How you're taking my cock so well. Bet you'd even like if someone walked in on us wouldn't you my little slut?" His words made your walls clench around him, which earned a 'fuck' from him.
That familiar feeling in your stomach had started to appear and after the two orgasms earlier you knew you couldn't hold it off for very long. If it wasn't for the table beneath you, your legs would have given out a long time ago.
"Lan I'm close." You were barely able to get that out. You were so fucked out you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone speak.
Lando was close himself, his pace slightly faltering. "I know baby. I'm almost there."
Your toes are curling as your trying to hold it together, but you're beyond overstimulated at this point, it doesn't help that he's reached down and started to rub circles on your clit. Your brain is practically scrambled, the pleasure becoming almost painful, tears start to form in your eyes.
"Lan-" Is all you can squeak out before your third orgasm for the night comes washing over you. Your body damn near convulses on the table as your vision goes white. Lando has to put an arm under you to keep you up right, your body so overstimulated it had given out.
"Oh my god!" You couldn't keep it together, because yet again he was fucking you through your orgasm.
You don't even hear the knock on the door or the person on the other side speak until you hear Lando shout. "I'm fine mate!"
"You sick fuck I know what you're doing!"
A familiar Australian accent filled your ears.
"Go away Oscar." Lando yells as he's still pounding into you, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks.
"I'm looking for Y/N. Have you seen her? She has my sunglasses."
Fuck. You had forgotten about him asking you to hold onto them. And if you remembered correctly you had them on your shirt, the same shirt that Lando practically ripped off of you. You both glanced down at the floor to see Oscar's sunglasses next to your shirt. Oops.
"She's probably in hospitality. Now leave."
You don't know if Oscar responded or if he had even left because the feeling of Lando finally coming undone had spurred on your fourth and final orgasm. Silent screams came from you, your throat raw, your body exhausted. You had never experienced this much pleasure in your life. If you had to describe it in one word you would have to say euphoric.
Lando's hips had finally came to a stop, sweat dripping off him as he tried to catch his breath. If he said this was the best sex of his life he would not be lying. You were both so fucked out, you much more than him, the idea of the fast approaching qualifying on neither of your minds. He stayed inside you for quite some time as his hands caressed your body, especially the spots that he know would be bruised in the morning. Sweet nothings were whispered in your ear, he knew this was a lot for you, but he was so proud of you for taking it so well and he wanted you to know that.
When he finally pulled out the sight of his cum dripping out of you was damn near pornographic. A image that would definitely be apart of his future wet dreams, but when he heard a whimper come from you he was brought back to reality. "I know baby. I'm right here." He's got you in his arms in an instant and a gentle kiss pressed to your lips.
He's got you both cleaned up as best as he can and got you wrapped back up in his arms as quickly as he can. He thinks maybe he shouldn't have gone this hard here, should have done this at home where he could have ran you a bath or something more loving, but his worries dissipate when you speak up.
"There is no way Oscar didn't know I was in here. So I guess if this is how we let everyone know about us. At least it was enjoyable."
Lando laughs a little at her optimism. "We've always somehow made it through our mishaps unscathed. So I'm sure we will this time."
And somehow by what you two would consider a miracle you do. Oscar never mentions anything to the two of you about that day and neither does anyone else. In all reality you knew Oscar probably knew and everyone else in a mile radius, but they just kept it to themselves. Probably figuring it was too awkward to bring up, but whatever the reason you were thankful and somehow incredibly lucky.
But from that day forward you couldn't step foot in Lando's driver room without thinking of the events that took place on that hot July day at Silverstone.
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By the time summer break had arrived the both of you were very much surprised that your relationship was still private. Looking back at all your mishaps and slips of the tongue, it was a miracle the whole world didn't know by now. The two of you had recently discussed the idea of launching your relationship, but you were honestly content with how things had been.
So, you decided to let it happen organically. You guys would continue to have a private relationship, but if there was a slip of the tongue you two wouldn't try to back peddle and save your asses. The both of you agreeing that it was going to happen sooner or later, so it was better to just accept what the universe had wanted to happen so many times before. Although, you just didn't think that it was going to happen the way it did.
How would an F1 driver spend a Friday night while on his summer break? Going out? On vacation? Going out while on vacation? All wrong if you are Lando Norris.
On a beautiful Friday night in August you were sat between Lando and Max on a stream, reading through the chat as they talked about something undoubtedly dumb.
One comment caught your eye, you laughed as you read it aloud. "When I show up to a yapping contest but Lando and Max are my opponents."
Their conversation halted, both of them faking offence. "Don't let Y/N fool you guys. She's the biggest yapper out of us three." Lando stated.
"I am not!"
All three of you now in a yapping contest, each person trying to defend themselves. A moment that will surely be clipped and used as a reaction video on Twitter before the stream is over.
Though the conversation quickly moved on as you guys tried to decide what to do. Max had promised it wouldn't just be a sit and chat stream, yet that is all you guys had done for the past thirty minutes. "Ok chat, let us know what you want us to do. We are at your mercy on this Friday night." You stated, eyes scanning the screen as people's ideas started to pour in.
user1: play f124!
user2: cinnamon challenge lmao
That one caught your eye, laughter lacing your words. "Cinnamon challenge? What is this 2012?"
user3: take funny quizzes
user4: mukbang!!!!
user5: yes mukbang!! we need a repeat of the famous 2022 mukbang stream.
You chuckled at the mention of the previous mukbang the three of you did. It was one of Max's most viewed streams, which you never understood why. All you guys did was stuff your face and attempt some very bad ASMR. But people still used clips from it to this day on Twitter. Nonetheless, you were always down for a good feast, your mind already running through what you should get.
Raising your eyebrows you glanced back and forth between Max and Lando. "Mukbang?"
Lando and Max's eyes lit up at your propsition. "Let's do it."
"Ok chat. Mukbang 2024 will commence shortly." You stated as Max pulled out his phone to see what sounded good. You leaned over to look as he scrolled through the options. When your favorite Sushi place popped up he immediately stopped scrolling, your eyes meeting in a knowing glance. No words were spoken as you both shook your heads yes. You both knew Lando would be pissed, but you didn't care. You hadn't had it in so long, your mouth was practically watering at the thought of it.
"Ok. We are getting sushi." You didn't even look in Lando's direction as you spoke, you could just imagine the disgusted look on his face.
"Ugh. No!" His complaint fell on deaf ears as Max and you were already placing your order. "Guys please why don't we do pizza or something?"
"Two against one mate. You want your usual spring rolls?" Max glanced up from his phone, eyebrow raised in question towards Lando.
And like a child Lando leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "I guess." No matter how hard he tried to like fish, he just couldn't stomach it. In fact, he had tried it multiple times since you had been in his life, thinking if the women he loved liked fish then maybe he could learn to like it. But each time he was running for the toilet seconds later.
"Should be a good stream guys, it'll just be Lando freaking out the whole time." You teased, gently nudging his side with your elbow. An eye roll was all you got from him. "Oh come on you know I love you."
You could see the downturned corners of his mouth start to slowly turn upward as he tried to fight the smile that was wanting to break free. A slight blush had formed on his cheeks as the smile you loved so dearly spread across his face. You two, even before getting together, always told one another you loved them. So it was truly no big deal, you had done it in public, it wasn't a foreign concept. But for some reason the chat was going ballistic over it tonight.
user1: "friends" my ass
user2: try not to smile like an idiot when your "best friend" tells you they love you challenge. level impossible for lando
user3: i too would be a smiling blushing mess if Y/N told me she loved me
user4: max is third wheeling tonight i see.
You just laughed and shook your head. At least people were being nice and it seemed like they liked the idea of the two of you being together.
While you waited for the food to arrive you three answered some questions and chatted about random things, even recalling some funny memories between the three of you. Just as you were in the middle of a funny story that involved Lando and two birds there was a knock on the door.
Seconds later there was an array of takeout containers in front of you, mouth watering as you wasted no time in digging in. Lando on the other hand sat there with his spring rolls, trying to ignore the pieces of raw fish that were inches away from him.
"You wanna try? I got a California roll for you just incase you were feeling adventurous." You asked Lando, a piece tucked between your chopsticks as you held it up towards him. Furiously shaking his head no, he stuffed his mouth with a bite of spring roll. "It's like a starter roll for sushi newbies, can't even tell that there is crab in it. I promise."
"I can tell believe me. Remember when you had me try crab rangoons?" Yes, you did remember it because he was gagging after the first bite.
"Fine. More for me and Max." You popped the piece of sushi into your mouth, accepting that he was never going to like seafood or anything seafood adjacent.
As Lando watched you eat a piece that had a huge thing of raw fish on top his face twisted in disgust. At the same time you glanced over at him, wanting to ask him how his spring rolls were. But the words that came out of his mouth first erased any thought about spring rolls.
"Just so you know I am not kissing you for at least 24 hours."
Lando hadn't even realized he had said that out loud until Max started choking on his piece of sushi. The realization of what he had just said and what he had just done came washing over him. His cheeks turning crimson as he made eye contact with your wide eyes, the same crimson color painted across your cheeks.
"I'm sorry. Why would you be kissing Y/N?" Max's cheeks were red too, but his was from choking, not exposing his relationship on stream.
Lando and you having not broken eye contact simply shrugged at one another, remembering your conversation about no back peddling, no trying to save your asses anymore. So if the universe wanted your relationship to be public over Lando being grossed out over sushi, then so be it.
The both of you looked over at Max, sheepish grins plastered across your faces. "Surprise!" You said meekly.
Max's eyes flickered back and forth between his two friends, trying to figure out if this was some prank or if what he had suspected for years had finally come true. Lando's hand reaching out for yours under the table caught his gaze and in that moment Max knew it was true. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Finally, I mean I was about ready to set you two down and force you to be together." Max had jumped up from his seat, excitement overtaking him. "How long?"
"Around seven months." Lando mumbled.
Max's eyes widened a shocked look on his face. "You've kept it from everyone for seven months?"
Lando muted the stream as you and him explained everything to Max, still wanting to keep some things private. Knowing surely Max's reactions to what you guys were telling him would be haunting him for years to come.
Meanwhile the chat was going insane.
user1: holy shit!!
user2: i mean are we surprised. they've been married in my head for years.
user3: 2022 mukbang found dead. 2024 mukbang you will always be famous
user4: the fact they even kept it a secret from their friends... guess that works when you've acted like you were together for years..
user5: need me a love like lando and y/n
user6: the way this is such a y/n and lando way for them to expose their relationship lmfao.
user7: wait... so this means y/n is off the market? lando norris can you fight?
You would have never thought this is how you would announce that you guys were together. But somehow it made sense for the two of you in your own weird way. One thing you did know was that the chat was right. 2024 mukbang stream will always be famous.
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"We need to talk about yesterday Lan."
"Yeah I guess we do."
You removed your head from his chest, choosing to sit up and face him. "It's just that last night was a little crazy and then," your eyes glanced over to the trail of clothes on the floor "it got even crazier when we got home. We never actually discussed how we feel about us being public now."
Lando's hands reached out for yours, fingers interlacing. "Well let me just say I'm sorry for having a brain and mouth that don't communicate sometimes. But I don't regret saying it. Like we have discussed, clearly it was meant to happen in that moment, even as unserious as it was. Yes, some things are gonna be different, people are gonna pry and feel entitled to our business, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I love you and honestly I'm glad I can hold your hand in public now." He pulled your smiling face closer to his, a matching grin plastered on his. "And if I feel like it, I'll kiss you in public too!"
He smashed his lips onto yours as you laughed into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body and before it could go any further you pulled away. "As long as I've got you by my side I think everything will be alright." Your hand caressed his face, his stubble tickling your hand. "I love you so much, never forget that Norris."
"I won't."
Later that day the two of you decided to both make a post on Instagram to officially announce your relationship, with the most unserious captions.
y/insta: finally got my kiss ♡ (after i brushed my teeth)
landonorris: i love you ♡ (but not your love for sushi)
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