Summary: Dom!Isack X Sub!Male: Jonathan is Isack's race engineer at VCARB, whom Isack loves. However, there is a 10-year age gap between the two, so Jonathan doesn't think Isack is mature enough for him, plus he values his career in F1 and doesn't need the fact that he's sleeping with one of RedBull's top rookies getting out.
Warnings: Smut 18+, MDNI
A/N: This one has been a long time coming. With Christmas, New Year, and Uni just absolutely eating up all my time. But I'm back now and ready as hell to get these ideas made. Looking forward to what 2026 has to offer here!
Word Count: 2125
This song inspired the steamy scenes, so keep it in mind when reading!
Breaking: F2's Isack Hadjar to fill vacant seat at VCARB after Liam Lawson's promotion to Red Bull for the 2025 season.
Jonathan sees the notification flash up on his phone. He already knew this, of course, because he was the one who fought tirelessly for Isack to take the place. But it was still heartwarming to see his cheesy, toothy grin on the announcement, nonetheless.
Hadjar climbed out of the car and took off his helmet, face flushed, dripping with sweat. If he wasn't about to start screaming at him, Jonathan would have found the sight hot.
"MERDE! The car drives like crap!" Hadjar exclaims.
"We'll..." Jonathan tried to explain.
"Well? Well? Look, I told you about this shit last week, and we come here with the same fucking problems," Hadjar continues.
"Calm it, mate. We're working on it, but you can't be like this." Jonathan said, trying to diffuse the situation.
*pfffft* Hadjar scoffs as he storms off.
"Right, everyone, let's get back to it and get this fucking car right before quals tomorrow," Jonathan announced to the team as the hustle and bustle in the garage picked up after the little outburst.
Jonathan exited the garage into the paddock and straight to Isack's changing room in the VCARB hospitality. He swung the door open, where he was met with the bare bum of Isack as he changed out of his race suit.
"The hell are you doing? There are still 30 mins of the session. Get that back on now." Jonathan demanded.
Hadjar, still naked, turned to jonathan closing the distance to a few inches "Fix the car and then I'll get back in it" Hadjar bent down and pulled some tight grey boxers up ", and don't you ever tell me what to do again"
"Listen here, you little shit, I'm your superior in every way, so you listen to what I say, when I say it! Okay?"
A smirk stretched across Hadjar's face as he pulled up some pale blue denim jeans, which, in Jonthan's opinion, hugged his ass beautifully, but he would never tell him that.
"youre so cute when you get annoyed" Hadjar responded
"And that can stop as well, just cause were some of the only gays on the team, doesn't mean I wanna sleep with you", Jonthan replied, frustratedly. Because he knew he wanted to, but he couldn't, not whilst Isack was so immature. Hadjar had to wait before he got his own way.
Hadjar closed the distance between him and Jonathan again and whispered in his ear, "1237, 9PM" before he threw his shirt on and left.
Jonathan stood in the hallway outside room number 1237; the only thing that went through his mind was whether he had the right number, because Isack was taking his sweet time to open the door.
The door swung open, suddenly revealing Isack in the same jeans as before and an unbuttoned linen shirt revealing his beautifully tanned and surprisingly toned abs.
"Are you waiting for something? Come in." Isack said, standing off to the side just enough for Jonathan to squeeze through, meaning he had to brush against his semi-exposed body.
When Jonathan entered the room, he was met with an ice bucket chilling a bottle of Moet and two crystal champagne flutes. He feels the strong, tense arms of Isack wrap around his chest and squeeze tightly, constricting him. Isack nestled his head between Jonathan's shoulder blades.
"What is this?" Jonathan questioned, spinning around to look at Isack.
"What do you think it is, amour? I've seen the way you look at me. I'm just giving you all that you want." Isack replied. As he moved his hands from Jonathan's obliques to his hips. He pulled them close together, the height difference prominent as Isack strained his neck to look up.
"I don't know what you think, but I don't want this between us. Christ, I'm 10 years older than you, and if your trainer, god forbid, THE team finds out I've been sneaking bubbly with you, then there goes my career." Jonathan retorted. "You're practically a child, Isack."
He squeezed his hands tightly around Jonathan's waist, causing him to wince. "I'm many things, amour, but I'm not a child", as he quickly ran a hand up Jonathan's back, gripped his neck and pulled him in for a rough, passionate kiss.
Jonathan's frustrations towards Isack melted away as he worked his way deeper into the kiss. His hands roamed Isack's body, from the muscle that draped his hips, to his tense abdominals, to his doughy, pliable pecs. He worked them as he flicked his thumb over Isack's perfectly rounded nipples as they stiffened.
"nughhhhh" Isack moaned into Jonathan's mouth. They both separated as a string of saliva bridged their lips before it broke, landing on their chins. Jonathan took the back of his hand and wiped it off before taking his thumb and clearing Isack's and sucked the wetness from his thumb.
Urges plagued Jonathan's mind as he fought tirelessly to suppress them. "I want to, but I can't mate. I have too much on the line to be prancing around with a young man like yourself".
"I'M... I'm not a 'young man'. I'm an adult, and I'm telling you that youre having this." Isack replied.
"Ooo, look at you being all dominant." Jonathan teased as he planted another rough peck on Isack's lips.
"Take your shirt off now." Isack demanded.
"Isa..."
Isack grabbed Jonathan by the cheeks firmly, "Now".
Jonathan obeyed his command. He took his shirt off and folded it neatly over the hotel chair.
"Now your pants"
He took off his pants and did the same with them. Jonathan was now stood in just a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Isack scanned his physique. The scattering of curly, black hair on his chest, the toned abs (arguably more toned than Isack's) and the neat, shaved snail trail that led deep into Jonathan's boxer briefs. "Are you going to do the same?".
"tut, tut, tut" Isack wagged his finger. "I'm in control here, I'll take my stuff off when I want."
This caused an involuntary twitch in Jonathan's briefs, which caught the eye of Isack. He bit his bottom lip and placed his hand over Jonathan's growing, straining bulge. "Someone likes it when I'm in charge, it seems" Isack giggled "Tell you what, seeing how you enjoy the idea so much, I'll undress for you, amour."
He slipped his linen shirt off his shoulders, unbuckled his belt with one hand, undid the button and zipper to his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor with a thud, revealing his grey boxer briefs.
Jonathan couldn't help but stare at Isack's lower half. His muscular, hairless thighs, his thick cock that throbbed against the fabric and yearned for its freedom. "Get on the bed Jonathan"
He obliged immediately as he crawled onto the white, fluffy queen-sized bed. He lay on his back, propping himself up with his elbows. He palmed his aching cock through his briefs.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Isack snapped. "Did I tell you you could touch yourself? I don't remember doing that."
A silent moan escaped Jonthan's mouth at the sheer dominance of the young driver.
Isack turned to the set of drawers behind him. His voluptuous ass jiggling with the momentum of the turn, adding to the building pressure of Jonathan's groin. He turned back around to face him, holding a bottle of lube and a condom.
"Take off your briefs". Jonathan did just as commanded. His 6-inch cock sprang to life and slapped his stomach when the waistband cleared it. A smile crept across Isack's face as he did the same. Only he revealed a 7.5-inch, thick, hairless dick.
He placed the condom packet in his teeth and teared free. Placing it at on his tip, he rolled it down with one swift stroke. It barely made it to the base. He approched the bed and swirled his finger at Jonathan.
Jonathan understood and spun round, serving Isack the toned, muscular ass he was after.
Isack opened the tube up and squeezed a dollop of lube on his middle finger. Without warning, he pounced onto the bed and dove his finger straight into Jonthan's ass causing him to whince and moan.
"UGHHHHH... FUCK, careful," Jonathan pleaded.
Isack began slowly as he worked his finger in and out of Jonathan's hole, feeling it tense around him. "Oh, you haven't learned, have you?" He took his free, left hand and SMACKED Jonathan's ass cheek. "Every time you try to tell me what to do, or how to act. You get a smack. Do you understand?", as he carried on working his finger, adding his ring finger to the mix.
"Nughhhhh, yes"
*SMACK*. "Yes, what?"
"y... yes, Sir", Jonathan pushed out.
"Good boy. Now relax, I'm going to take good care of you". Isack continued to finger fuck Jonathan's tight hole. moans from the pair (as Isack took just as much pleasure in the act as Jonathan got from receiving it).
"F...F...FUCK" Jonathan moaned.
"You want that? You want me to fuck you senseless? Is that what you're asking for?" Isack teased.
"Do what you want with me, Sir. Im all yours"
Isack recoiled his fingers as he fumbled to find the lube. He undid the cap again, squirting a large amount on Jonathan's now gaping hole. He scooped some for himself and worked it into his cock.
He took both of Jonathan's hands, crossed them, and lined his throbbing member at his entrance. With one quick motion, he crammed all 7.5-inches deep into Jonathan.
"UGHHHHHHHHH. FUCK" Jonathan cried, not expecting the liveliness of the young man.
Isack released a deep, guttural moan of his own as Jonathan's hole tightened around his shaft. He slowly began to move his cock in and out, going from tip to balls, no inbetween.
"OH MY GOD." The pleasure of the act took a vice-like grip over Jonathan's body. each thrust sending new waves across his nerves.
Isack sped up, going from steady to fast. The slap of skin, his thighs against Jonathan's ass, his balls bouncing off of him with every thrust inward. "Good boy... good boy... good boy" is all the young Frenchman could repeat.
He grabbed Jonathan's hips (more to increase the speed than depth because he couldn't physically get any deeper) and carried on. Sweat covered their bodies. It glistened off of Isack's toned, tense torso. beads dripping down him, His dark brown curls saturated as he, animalistically, destroyed Jonathan's hole.
He wrapped his arms around Jonathan's body and spun them both around, meaning Isack was on the bottom. He never stopped, though. he carried on ploughing deep into Jonathan.
"Please don't stop. Fuck me!" Jonathan begged Isack. The bed squeaked with the fast-paced rhythm of the pair.
Jonathan was a mess, no thoughts in his mind other than the fact that he enjoyed every second of this encounter. "Keep going, I think I'm gonna cum."
Isack seemed to have lost his macho, dominant persona. The only thing on his mind. servicing Jonathan to completion. "UGH, fucking cum for me, baby!"
He slammed into Jonathan with the same ferocity. Steady and constant. everything Jonathan needed to cum.
"D...Dont stop Isack. Jesus im gonna cum. Im SO close. YES YES YES... FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK" And with that, he shot thick, hot ropes up his saturated torso as it dripped off onto Isack below.
This tipped Isack over the edge as his thrusts became desperate and sloppy. "FUCK AMOUR IM GOING TO.... UGHHHHH". He filled the condom and then some as it came spilling out the sides. He carried on with slower, shallower thrusts, riding out his immense high. He slowly rocked his hips to a stand still. His throat raspy and dry as he gulped in air.
He helped Jonathan down onto the bed where the pair lay, sweaty, naked, and exhausted. Isack slowly slid the condom off, trying to avoid any extra sensations to his swollen, red tip. He tied it and chucked it in the bin before turning on his side to look at the bewildered Jonathan who was still trying to comprehend the fucking he'd just recieved.
"Could a 'young man' do that amour?" They both chuckled before nestling into a comparatively tender cuddle. Isack kissed Jonathan's pec before swiftly falling asleep.
A/N: WOAH, that was fun to write! I CANNOT wait to write more. Like always, if you have any suggestion please feel free to comment or message any drivers + scenarios you wish to see!
A big thank you to @footballf1 for this suggestion.
summary - Dom!isack x Sub!Male!reader - The reader is an older engineer (10 years age difference). Isack wants the reader and is insanely persistent. However, the engineer does not due to age difference and Isack's lack of maturity.
Warnings - SMUT! 18+ mdni
(gotta smut him out!🤪)
a/n - Just wanted to post this to let you all know I am working on something but it might take some time with it being the holiday season! With that, Merry Christmas everyone!!!
Crystal Blue is now complete so apart from working on the Poster Boy series I'm gonna need another driver x situation to do a one shot about!
So i'd love any suggestion of who or what to do!!!
Synopsis: You and Kimi are on family vacations neither of you wanted to be on. You'd rather be at home getting high with friends and Kimi would rather be back racing - Damn summer break!
Male reader x Kimi Antonelli
Content: Smut 18+ (oral), drug/alcohol use mentioned (weed+beer)
a/n: first time writing a one shot. I love a good long storyline so we'll see how this goes aha! Anyway, I'm writing this one shot with the soothing lyrics of Jamiroquai and their song Space Cowboy which I think is what inspired me to create this chill little number. I can just imagine being on a floating dock, sun beaming down the sounds of the waves crashing and this song on a small speaker in the middle of you both. so keep that in mind aha!
Waves settle in the distance as the swell of gentle moving water foams over the rocks, fizzing and hissing, releasing the subtle smell of sea salt into the air.
You're currently sat at Da Luciano. a cafe your parents dragged you into for breakfast, like they dragged you on this fucking vacation. Away from your friends, away from all the actual fun. I mean you were 19 for fuck sake you should be out partying getting drunk, high, and certainly off with other lads. Not stuck by a huge lake talking about which sounds more entertaining, a 4 or 5 hour hike up the same hill!
"I've finished so I'm gonna go for a walk just to... explore" you stated as you tucked your chair back under the table.
"okay sweetie, don't go too far though. back in 20 yeah? we're going up Monte Crocione today" your mother replied.
you'd already started walking off by the time you blurted out your half arsed "yeah yeah" to her. Once you dipped around the corner and out of your families eyesight you reached into the back pocket of your jeans revealing a box of Marlboro Reds. You place one between your lips and ignite it with a silver zippo your best friend Alfie gifted you for your 18th. engraved on the case read "if you want to fuck... Smile when you give this lighter back". It was cheesy but it worked a handful of times so you never complained.
The salty sea breeze grazed your skin gracefully as it blew open your unbuttoned white linen shirt. You continue making your way down the path before making it to a set of cobblestone stairs which revealed an orange floating jetty. you lean over the wall looking over the lake as you take another drag from your cigarette.
unfortunately you're not gazing over the lake for long as you notice a slim yet muscular figure lay on a cyan beach towel down on the jetty. From this distance you can just about make out brown tight curly hair already wet from a visit into the lake. And the most beautiful olive skin tone you've ever laid your eyes on. He was laid on his back sunbathing but with his shirt on? let down! you thought
You don't know whether it's the nicotine rush from the cigarette or what but you begin to feel your legs float towards the steps, down them and before you know it you're stood at the joint between the the cobblestone pier and orange jetty.
"If you're gonna stand there with a smoke you could at least offer me one" the mystery lad said rolling onto his side and shooting a look at you of impatience.
"oh shit, sorry mate" you reach back into your pocket as you approach the stranger. Now you're closer you can see ALL his details. His hazel-brown eyes, his plump lips that somehow are naturally that full, his smooth, youthful complexion. You're so taken back by his beauty you don't notice he's still waiting for the cigarette you've just passed him to be lighted. It hangs there before he gives a commanding cough breaking you from the spell he inadvertently put you under.
"Sorry! that would help I suppose" you flick the lid of the zippo open with one hand, shielding the cigarette in his lips from the sea breeze with the other. His eyes look down checking the progress of his partially lighted smoke when he spots the engraving. He locks eyes with you and gives a sweet, innocent smile flashing his pearly whites.
The air evacuates your lungs at his reaction to the later as you snap it shut.
"thank you amico" He says to you.
'Holy shit he's Italian he can't get better can he?' you thought to yourself as you turned a slightly darker shade of red the longer you think it.
"I'm Kimi!" He outstretches his hand your way. you take it and shake it firmly.
"Y/N" you reply "nice to meet you" you add.
"you're British I see, here on holiday" Kimi enquires.
"that thick of an accent huh?" you joked.
"No, it's how many times you said 'sorry' that gave it away haha" Kimi replied.
"Oh, ahah sor... wait I'm not falling for that again" you both laugh at your obvious and desperate attempt to not let this hot Italian hunk melt your brain into mush too much.
"what brings you to Italy then Y/N?" as Kimi asked this question he pulled another cyan towel out of his back pack laying it beside him then tapping it insinuating you sit.
Practically jumping at his offer you take a seat next to him. "ugh my parents dragged me here. To be honest I'd rather be at home but nope". You stated.
"You're seriously not enjoying this? I mean I live here and I fucking love it." Kimi gasped at your pessimistic statement.
"Don't get me wrong it's fucking gorgeous here but my mates are all at home on summer break getting high, hooking up, going to parties, and i'm stuck here!" You exclaimed to Kimi.
"You can do all that shit here amico. You've just gotta find the right people". Kimi's response sent butterflies through EVERY nerve ending in your body. Whilst you were still lay there finishing your cigarette Kimi stood up. near empty cig butt in his mouth.
"Jesus it wasn't a race you know. could have savoured it!" you digged.
"well I wanted to get back in so..." with that he took his right arm grabbing the bottom of his grey armless vest/t-shirt and whipped it off in one clean move. This revealed an absolute goldmine of abs. calling them washboards wouldn't even do them justice. you tried to count but after 8 you couldn't even concentrate.
"hey... hey?" he waves his hand in front of your face trying to break the trance you was under. "your phones ringing amico"
*MUM Calling*
"fuck sake... ugh I have to..." you look up to find Kimi mid dive into the lake creating an even and quaint break in the it. just as elegant as him. Kimi bobs his head out of the water " You good" he asked.
"Yeah i've gotta get going that was my mum she'll kill me if Im not back." you replied
" ahh okay then, see ya" Kimi answered.
"Wait, Wait. can I see you again, maybe tonight? we could find somewhere quiet and have a couple beers?" you asked in a last ditch attempt, not knowing if you'd made that much of an impression on him as he had you.
"meet me at the start of the Mount Brunate hiking trail around 9ish and you best have beers". And with that he back stroked away heading out into the lake.
10 hours later:
"psst here" Kimi was crouched behind a stationary tram cart used to scale the mountain quicker. "hop on quick" he whispered in a commanding tone.
you duck and shimmy over to Kimi as you place the crate of beers on the tram then pull yourself up. "hey again" you smile
"Still got those Marlboros haven't you?" Kimi asked bluntly.
"oh, yeah Y/N nice to see you too how was your day..." you mocked causing Kimi to give you a playful yet powerful dig to the arm.
The tram started moving and advancing its way up the hill. You both reached about halfway when Kimi said "jump on the count of 3". "1,2...3" Kimi, you, and the beers jumped from the cart as it carried on up the hill.
you both laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation as he grabs two wooden creates hidden in the bushes and places them for you both to sit on.
You slump down on the crate as you rip two beers out of the cardboard holder cracking one for yourself and passing the other to Kimi.
"FUCK this view is gorgeous" you exclaim as you both overlook the lake. You hear Kimi rustling in his backpack before he taps you on the shoulder.
"you got that lighter amico". You hand him the lighter and he begins to light a rather large joint. Once he's finished lighting the joint he takes another look at the engraving on the case and hands it back again with an attempted smile which proved tricky with the joint in his mouth.
Your insides began to stir wildly. this was the second time he'd smiled at it today that's gotta mean something. you take the lighter back off him clutching it in your palm whilst extending your index and middle finger asking for the joint.
you take a long drag, holding in for a second before exhaling. "not bad Kimi, not bad at all".
"That''s one down three to go then" Kimi smirked.
"huh?". you questioned
"getting high, getting off, and going to parties. That's what you said before no? We've done one now just time for the others" he stated
your mind was racing, nerves shooting rapidly across your whole body like an excited shiver. This was also the one time you was glad you took with your jeans, any other pants and you'd have been pitching a very obvious tent.
Kimi stood up, dragging his crate across the gravel next to you. He placed his large veiny hand on the inside of your thigh. squeezing and stroking up and down. "so what's it gonna be amico?". Kimi rolled his lips together moistening them up as the glistened in the moonlight.
He was about to speak before you moved in, kissing him with such vigour and passion nearly knocking each other off of your crates. you begin to work your tongue as you both begin to swap spit.
Kimi breaks for a moment kicking his crate out the way and grabbing the same beach towel from before out of his bag to lay on the gravel. you joined him on there as you resumed your passionate kiss as you both rolled around on the floor not even coming up for air.
your hands began to work his body. you first felt his jawline and how sharp it was, moving down his neck as the muscles twinged and tensed under your touch. You palm his boulder like pecs through his thin cotton t-shirt grabbing as big as handful as you can. You move further down tracing the crevasses of his abdominal muscles feeling each individual one. Sliding further down to his thin, slutty little waist as grip it tight spinning him onto his back.
you finally slide your hand down one final time as it meets with his ever-growing, ever-straining bulge through his black shorts. Kimi lets out a guttural moan that's muffled by your mouths as you still make out.
As you kept palming him feeling his length up and down you decide you need it too much for it to be trapped behind that many layers so you place your hand around his back placing it just above the slope of his firm, peachy ass. You lift hips and with one fell swoop you pull his shorts and surprisingly briefs down allowing his cock to spring free.
Before Kimi even has time to react you wrap your hand around his thick, cut, leaving dick as you begin to work and pump it as Kimi moans vigorously
"FUUUUUUUUUCK amico, that feels so good" Kimi breathlessly utters as he grabs the back of you neck shoving your head down so that your lips meet his red, pre-cum leaking tip.
Widening your mouth you begin to take his 6 inch member, each time you bob your head up you go down an extra inch until he's balls deep in your throat.
Taking a handful of hair from the back of your head and raising his hips. Kimi begins to work up a pace as he fucks your throat. every time you meet the base of his shaft his balls slap your chin and you get a nosefulf of musky teenage aroma as your nose lands in a brown, curly, well groomed patch of pubes.
Your throat stretches beyond belief as tears start to stream down your cheeks. Kimi is loving every second of it. cursing and moaning as you work your tongue around his exposed tip. Your hands get back to feeling as you place both of them on his firm, peachy ass as you begin to knead it like dough.
He keeps the velocity of his thrusts but you can tell Kimi's about to reach his climax as random muscled begin to twitch all over his body. His thrusts become sloppy as he crashes your face into his pelvis without care and the moaning and cursing has only grown louder and louder.
"FFF... UCKKKKKKK" he screams "Keep taking it baby im going to cum down your throat! Do you want that you little slut?" His degradation of you sends you wild as you plead inbetween the gags for his to shoot his load inside your mouth.
This sends him over his edge. "FUCK IM CUMMING" as he starts to shoot thick, hot, white ropes of cum deep down your throat. Fillim up your mouth causing your cheeks to bulge. you release your lips from his still leaking member and meet Kimi face to face. you drink down his cum with an audible gulp as you wipe the excess from your lips away with the back of your hand.
"Fuck amico that was... that was so good" Kimi said trying yo catch his breath and wipe away sweat from his forehead.
you observe Kimi's undone state, rosey cheeks, sweaty hair, muscles tense and glistening under the moonlight. "just to let you know I'm here for another week so well be doing this again. and this time you can repay the favour" you laughed
"is that so?" Kimi replied chuckling
"yeah! I only sucked your dick that good cause you brought me weed. next time i'm getting right in that peachy little ass of yours Antonelli". you both laughed as you snuggled into one another sharing a few more meaningful kisses.
a/n: IKKKK IKKKK another long one but I just can't bare to leave these little realities I make. Doing this is so much fun but I need your help!
if you have any suggestions or any scenarios you want me to write about then please leave a comment it'd mean the world!!
Also final note, please tell me if these are too long. I'm trying to find that balance of descriptive so that you can truly envision these without trying to be too long winded!!!
Summary: After your chance encounter with Lando, you both decide to stay in touch. But this taxing for Lando as media speculation regarding his private life grows. Will he embrace the truth or live a lie?
Lando Norris x Male Reader
Content: Some smut 18+, angst, slight homophobia, mainly fluff.
a/n: Pt1 was lots of fun and I wanna keep the momentum going with this little storyline. is this just my dream aha? absolutely! but who cares. Anyway! please enjoy pt 2 and let me know on ways I could improve or possibly what you would like to see.
Golden sunlight beamed in through the curtains that were slightly agape. The sound of finches in the tree across the way cushioned the silence. the weight of the thick cotton duvet across your bare skin as you desperately tried, but to no avail, wake from the queen sized bed.
You soon come to your senses when you realise this isn't your room, those aren't your clothes piled in a mess on the floor or the wine stained dress shirt hung up on the bathroom door air drying.
thoughts of last night and it's stellar events came back to you piece by piece as you retraced your steps from the failed meeting, to the hotel bar, to... and then it clicks. You look to the left only to find that side of the bed is empty. Darting up you check the bathroom, also empty.
You know he can't be made up cause you can still feel how sore you are after... so where the hell is he? With a defeated sigh you slump down on your side of the bed and go to pick up your phone when you spot a folded square piece of paper.
it reads "morning sleeping beauty, unfortunately I have to head out early this morning but take as long as you need getting up. give my room number in downstairs and treat yourself to a proper breakfast. Last night was fun we should meet up again soon! x"
and underneath a phone number.
Your heart leapt with excitement. Not only have I met the hottest, sweetest guy on planet earth. but he likes me back?
You jump up finding your clothes which were shamefully scattered around the room after last nights commotion, you wash your face and make yourself look presentable. you look back up in the mirror before realising woah! "I actually look pretty good". you grab the note Lando left you and punch the number in your phone. once you have it you undo the top three buttons on your white suit shirt and pull the most casual yet still slightly slutty pose you could image to send his way with the caption "morning handsome x".
You make your way down for breakfast, give the concierge Lando's room number and they seat you in front of a panoramic window over-looking the expanse of Northamptonshire and it's luscious green hills, lilac flower patches and crisp, blue rivers.
You feel your phone buzz on the table as you're taking a swig of your fresh orange juice and see it's from Lando. That alone nearly makes you spit out your drink on the older couple near you but you keep it in.
It was a picture:
LN: oh my! he lives haha
LN: hope I didn't wake you leaving this morning. Stupid media filming today, idk what your plans are but maybe we could me up for a coffee? say 2ish?
You: Haha it's only 10 don't act like you're up early everyday.
You: Yeah sure that sounds great! you'll have to pick the place Ive never been down this way before.
LN: Dw i'll send you the address! Btw I had to escape to the loos after I saw that pic. can't be featured on the McLaren insta with a hard on now can I? 😅
UGH the interactions with Lando even the most minuet gave you that yearning feeling in your chest like theres you could explode any minute in a passionate display of affection for him.
2 hours later:
You're sat in the coffee shop, latte in hand as you stare at the well painted heart in the foam. you stare so deeply at it you don't seem to realise lando is stood over you until you hear "you ever actually going to drink that?"
you dart your head upwards to see that same beautiful beaming, radiant smile as you stand up wrapping your arms around him like he's been gone for a life time (it has felt like it).
"Woah easy there you're gonna pop my eyes out" he joked. you know he was only messing because he hugged you just as tightly back.
He sits down in front of you and you say nothing. you just smile and admire the sight that is him. "how was your day" you finally asked breaking the palpable yet comfortable silence.
"it was alright y'know. had to film some ads for the sponsors which is never not awkward. apart from that pretty boring".
This was nice you couldn't help but think. talking about each other's days, sharing longing gazes in little indie coffee shops. It was just everything you needed right now.
"well" lando stated "the reason I wanted to meet up was because I wanted to let you know. I wanna do everything in my power to keep seeing you. but to also let you know its going to be tricky"
"Right? I don't follow sorry is the tricky part gonna be the whole F1 thing?"
"after my win yesterday, the team think I've got a good comeback for the title. so i'm gonna be so unbelievably rammed with it all".
"look" you take lando's hand and squeeze it tightly and affectionately "I will do whatever it takes to make this work between us. so don't worry about being absent or fighting Schumacher or whoever it is for the title". you take his other hand and do the same "I'll be here for you".
you could see a small tear form in Lando's eye as he flashed you a contempt smile.
time passed as you both laughed and joked, enjoying each other's company to it's fullest extent. but unfortunately it came to the dreaded time of parting ways as you both embraced each other deeply allowing the world to pass you by like time itself stood still.
you break slightly to give yourself enough room to plant a sweet delicate kiss on Lando's lips.
"I'll see you soon handsome. and don't forget we can message every hour of the day" lando said to you softly.
you nestle in for one more cuddle before splitting yourself apart from him like two strong magnets.
lets see what the second half of the season brings. but for now, we know all these drivers are gonna love this summer break! especially Lando ending on a high!
You craft a message for lando as soon as you see the result but you know it'll take a little time before he sees it with the pageantry that is F1.
"well done handsome, i'm so proud of you! keep sticking it to that Oscar guy" with a photo from your watching position:
you go to put your phone when it dings. you see a notification by the daily mail and think to yourself "christ, what shit are they pedalling today?"
Clicking on the link, it takes you to an article reading:
LANDO NORRIS AND HIS TOY BOY!
The 26 y/o F1 star was seen celebrating his win in the UK by making out with an unknown mystery male in a quaint coffee shop south of the racetrack.
Does this mean Lando is gay? Possibly the cause of his recent split with model girlfriend...
you couldn't believe your eyes, how the fuck did they get those photos there was hardly anyone in the fucking cafe!
you forward it onto Lando with a bunch of exclamation marks under it. You sit up and begin pacing your tiny box apartment thinking how you've probably ruined lando's life and how hell never want to speak to you ever again!
Hours go by when you phone finally lights up with the name you've been waiting for "Lando🧡"
LN: "Hello! I'm so sorry i've been gone for a while. especially with that floating around. Team media basically confiscated my phone and we hid in the paddock whilst we figured out a way to deal with it."
You: "Are you okay? what did you guys come up with? Lando I'm so so so sorry I didn't mean for any of this to happen!"
LN: "Don't ever apologise! none of this is your fault. just some dickhead wannabe journalist from a shit paper trying to make a name for himself. In terms of what THE TEAM wanna do. They wanna bank on it for money and make me their "Poster boy" and be a face to make all groups feel welcome or some bullshit."
LN: "I'll have to go again handsome so ill see you soon x"
Y/N ❤️ this image
You: :Hope you manage to sort it beautiful! see you later"
what the fuck am I meant to do now ? I could have just ruined lando's career. I know i've made a fuck load more work for him now. the bastards at the team using him as their poster boy to monetise the queer community.
you decide to take a look at how the rest of the Mclaren/F1 fanbase is taking the news:
User0481: silly fag needs to stop gobbing on with rent boys and start focusing on the championship!!!🤬😡
Lando4eva: I love lando but to think he dumped her so he could go round snogging random lads when he felt like it. wrong that!
Versta33en: pfft championships ours boys lando's occupied on getting railed the puff!!!
BAD IDEA you thought as it just filled you with hate and anger which morphed into a great ball of sadness.
several hours later:
LN: "Hey handsome x"
You: hey gorge, how you feeling now? x"
LN: "a bit better. the team are gonna let me have my summer break before trying to get me to do this poster boy malarkey which is good I suppose. just don't wanna think about it anymore. so how are you?! x"
You: "im glad you're here and im glad you're okay x"
LN: "god I wish I was there with you rn!
You: me too baby x
LN:
just having you here bouncing up and down on me, make my mind turn to mush and we can forget about whats going on!
You: LANDO! Jesus you're too hot to be from this planet I swear
LN: Sent a disappearing photo
LN:😉😘😜
You open the photo and are greeted with lando stood in a mirror holding a 7 inch bulge through a white towel in his hotel bathroom.
You: STOP! IM DROOLING!!
You: Sent a disappearing photo:
You: two can play that game mr!
you and Lando carried on far too late into the night but you both didn't care because you spent it with each other being intimate and venerable. and of course watching each other cum all over yourselves which is always a bonus when your situation-ship is Lando Norris!
AND LANDO NORRIS... WINS THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX!!!
the tv blares in the hotel bar as a glass of whiskey lands in front of you. "mate is there anyway you could turn that telly down a notch?" you ask.
"sorry pal, it's the home GP. And the crowd favourite has just won so it's only gonna get louder cause most of the drivers stay here". The bartender replied.
"fantastic" you mutter under your breath.
*Bzz bzz*
you reach into your pocket and see your phone lighting up.
Alfie: DUDE NO WAY!
Alfie: That's where all the drivers stay when they here for the GP!
Alfie: if you see any of them will you get a pic? you'll be the best big bro of all time if you do
Y/N: So I've just heard. I'll try mate! not like Ik what any of em look like anyway haha
you place your phone in your blazer breast pocket and placed your hands around your whiskey glass once more, delicately spinning it letting time fly around you as people come and go leaving you in your own little world.
"erm sorry mate is this seat taken?" you hear from over your shoulder. you turn round to look where the voice came from and you see a young gentleman in his mid 20's, brown curly hair, and an armless t-shirt. your mind starts racing the first thing coming to your mind is "wow this guys FUCKING HOT". It feels like you've been staring at him for eternity and could continue staring for an eternity more.
"oh er yeah this seats free". you manage to push out of your mouth, your mind still mush from his looks.
"ahh thanks man, christ I've not stopped all day" he replies as he skinks into the padded barstool letting out a little sigh which softly enters your ears and pings around where your brain used to be.
"that long of a day huh?" you ask him as he tilts his head to face you, looking you dead in the eyes. "like you wouldn't believe" he replied. You both stay locked looking each other in the eyes. The beautiful, vivid aquamarine blue of his, the type of blue you just want to swim and float in. the same type of blue you remember the ocean being on your favourite childhood holiday.
"Try me" you chuckle. "I was meant to meet a producer here 5 hours ago, and when he didn't turn up after 3, I drank too much to drive home and forked out 300 quid cause of this bloody F1 being in town".
"ahah ahh shit man sorry to hear that about the producer stuff. But I'd have done exactly what you've done now I can't lie". He sits back up in the stool before flagging the attention of the bartender. "yeah we'll take two of whatever..." he signals his hands to you "Y/N" you reply. "two of whatever Y/N is having please".
"oh no you didn't have to honestly" you try to explain before he cuts you off. "NOPE! you're upset, I'm celebrating. both situations call for a drink. He places his hand on your shoulder causing an instant reaction. every nerve going hay-wire as hot rush travels through your body. "Well thank you..." you give the stranger the same gesture he gave you. "Lando" he says as a cheerful smile appears on his face.
"Well Lando, Thank you!" you raise your glass in the air as lando brings his to meet it. "cheers" you both say as you each take a sip. as soon as the amber liquid hits Lando's throat, it sends him into a violent coughing fit. "ahaha, guess you're not a drinker" you poke.
"How can anyone drink that for fun. Jesus Christ" he retorts.
"Nahh I think his shpeel was more wine than whiskey" you laugh
"HA HA, very funny" Lando replies as he dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin, still doing the odd cough.
"So what you celebrating then lando?" you ask.
"ah, I did well at work today so I thought why not treat myself" he sheepishly replies. a cheeky grin forms on his face as he braves another sip of whiskey, this time having a more civilised reaction.
"and you do what for work exactly? if you don't mind me asking that is". you say through your glass as you race to keep up with Lando's pace. "well... I am a formula 1 driver funnily enough" he says facing dead ahead at the bar taking in the last of his drink.
"oh... wait you're that Lando Norris guy? the one that was on the news before. s... sorry I don't really watch it they just had the telly on dead loud before". you say sincerely as Lando bursts out into the most infectious cackle you've ever heard. "did I say something funny?" as you try to chuckle along but the confusion prevents you.
"I'm sorry, usually I sit down anywhere and when people figure out who I am it kills the mood cause they're more concerned with getting a photo than anything. but you've just said I was too loud on the telly HAHA". You start to see the funny side and begin to chuckle along with him.
"nah man, the F1 nerd of the family is my little brother Alfie. be glad he's not here right now he'd be wrapped round your leg like a rabid dog." you both laugh as you cheers your second round of drinks.
A pile of glasses litter where you and Lando are seated at the bar. it's just the two of you as your laughs fill the bar and spill into the lobby.
"christ I had no idea that's what it was like being an f1 driver" you say.
"yeah it's shattering sometimes. But it has it perks I suppose." Lando replies.
"last time I ever watched F1 they had all the grid girls in tiny checkered flag bikinis, I imagine a good looking man like yourself has them lining up by your trailer haha" you joke. Lando does a silent chuckle and seems to space out for a moment.
"you okay there mate? I didn't mean to overstep or anything" you try to repair whatever bridge you accidentally burnt there but thankfully Lando assures you that it wasn't anything you did that caused that reaction.
"Ugh it's just this thing. you seem like a nice guy so can I trust you?" Lando asks. "hand on heart I won't tell a soul" you reply.
"there's this picture an online tabloid is threatening to publish of me kissing... a guy. I was on holiday and was out on a hike and stopped to rest. and this fucking guy baited me just to get this photo." a tear wells in Lando's eye. "I know i'm not straight, but I don't exactly know what I am yet. and to have that picture out there they're just gonna brand me the 'Gay Boy of F1' and the team are gonna turn me into this poster boy cause I'll be the 'first actively racing gay driver'. sorry i'm trauma dumping now." Lando wipes the single tear away from his eye with the back of his hand.
"no no no mate not at all. I'm glad you've spoken about it that was very brave of you... you know when I came out I thought my dad wouldn't talk to me again cause he wanted a sporty son who played football and all I wanted to do was wrap myself up on the couch with my mum watching Friends." Lando chuckles at your response. he leans forward slightly and you take the opportunity to wrap your arm around his shoulder. "you don't need to give a fuck about what anyone else thinks about who you happen to like. And if they wanna make it their issue tell them to FUCK OFF" Lando looks you dead in the eyes and flashes one of the most sincerest smiles your way before wrapping his hand around the back off your neck and thanking you.
He slides it down from your neck to your shoulder. Lando gives your shoulder a squeeze before standing up. "righty, unfortunately it's very much past my physician appointed bed time so im going to have to love you and leave you i'm afraid."
"I still can't believe they actually appoint you bed time" you stand up to meet Lando but misjudge the distance and put yourself rather intimately close to his face. however, neither of you move. you both stay, locked in place, waiting patiently to see who will make the first move.
Lando's eyes begin to flutter closed as yours follow suit. You both lean in as your lips brush. both wrapping your hands around each other's faces as you pull in harder, the kiss becoming deeper, more passionate. Lando's tongue taking the lead as it works its way into your mouth, exploring you with care.
Suddenly, Lando pulls away. a slight blush stretches across his cheeks, his eyes filled with lust.
"im... im so sorry, I have no idea what came over me" you try to splutter to Lando as he stands there smiling at you trying to apologise for what was essentially the best moment of both of your days, Lando's win included.
"Look, ik you spent a lot of money on your room, but my rooms bigger and has a better stock in the mini fridge considering the bars closing now" Lando says.
"Are you asking me to your room?" you ask.
"No, i'm just telling you how much fun id have drinking alone in my room compared to you... of course I'm asking you to come you muppet" Lando replies sarcastically.
Lando flashes his key card against the door as it beeps and clunks letting us both in. “home sweet home” Lando said as he walked through the door flicking the light on his way past.
“Fucking hell, this is much nice than my room. How much does this place cost?” you ask
“Not a clue to be honest, all perks of the team being rich as piss” Lando answers.
Lando belly flops on the bed arms and legs spread not even touching the sides thanks to it being a king size. You sit on it next to him and lay down on your back.
“drinks?” Lando suggests.
“why not” you reply
You sit back up, leaning back into your hands which are pressed against the bed. Your gaze starts to wonder around the room at all Lando’s belongings. Richard Mille watches line the dressing table next to the balcony door. On the back of the chair a crinkled suit shirt worn earlier in the week presumably. A pile of worn Calvin Klein boxers in the corner which stirs a feeling down south for some reason but you successful get the image of Lando wearing nothing but them out your head.
You follow the room further round, under where Lando is standing a wire mesh bin with a copious number of tissues scattered around and in the bin. “Had a cold recently I’m guessing as you nod toward the bin”
“fu—” Lando mutters as he desperately tries to hide the evidence of his favourite pass time with you giggling in the background.
“The most popular F1 driver and he’s still using his hand ahaha” you continue to laugh as Lando lets out an embarrassed chuckle, his face going reader than the merlot he’s just poured. He manages to discard the last tissue, but that same feeling from before begins to stir again this time with more ferocity at the idea of Lando’s self-escapades.
Glasses in hand, Lando joins you on the bed. “sorry about those” that’s actually rare I don’t even get time to do that usually haha”
“no judging here, were only human I suppose.” You reply. You both cheers your wine glasses and take a sip. Lando misses his mouth however as drops of red wine fall on his off-white t-shirt “SHIT” he exclaims. He rushes to put his glass down and whips off his shirt revealing the most delicate olive coloured skin, abs so defined you could scale up and down the crevasses and a v-line sharp enough to cut glass. You choke on your sip of wine at the sight as he scrambles to get a damp cloth on the stains. He ditches his efforts and chucks his shirt in a small pile of washing near the bathroom door.
He picks his drink back up, this time standing up taking a sip. You explore his body with your gaze looking at each individual freckle, the way his bicep tenses as he brings his glass to meet his lips, the waistband of his black Calvin boxers peaking over his shorts.
“jesus” you say “you f1 drivers have to stay fit clearly”.
Lando sees you checking him out as he flexes his biceps properly this time making them look like two mountains before relaxing and giggling as he joins you back on the bed. “yeah it’s a pain in the arse to maintain for the year but I get to look hot as fuck so it’s not too bad”. “Do you work out?” Lando follows up.
“I mean when I can I suppose” you reply.
“would you be comfortable to show me?” Lando asks.
“oh… well I mean it’s only fair seeing. Can’t let you be the only one to strip.” You stand up shedding your shirt revealing your equally toned physique.
“well I’ll be” he smirks. He grabs you by the arm as you stumble on top of him. The bare skin of your chests rubbing against each other as you begin to pick up where you left off in the bar. Sloppier, heavier and more passionate than before thanks to your newfound privacy.
Moans escape from the pair of you as you rustle around the whole bed. Hands exploring the curves of each other. Landos hands working their way up and down you’re back grabbing your ass with vigour making you melt like butter. Your hands exploring his abs, running your fingers in the peaks and curves of his toned stomach muscles. Continuing down to his now rock-hard bulge and by the feel of it, he’s blessed.
You both shed your pants leaving you in just your boxers. Lando takes a moment to apricate your figure before going right back to kneading your bum like dough. And you resume your motion on his straining member yearning to be free. Moans leaving his mouth making your own dick twitch to life. You begin to work Lando’s boxers off the curve of his hips as he arches them to aid you. As you pull them down his dick springs out slapping up with an audible thud.
You pull them off the rest of the way, as you come back up you kiss up Lando’s legs, up to his tense muscular thighs before kissing your way to the base of his shaft. Lando lets out a deep, guttural moan “FUCKKK”. you begin to bob up and down taking him inch by inch hitting spots further and further back in your throat. He grabs a the back of your head pushing you down until tears stream from your eyes. He lets you back up for the slightest bit of air before sending you right back down. He grabs your hair for better support as he begins to fuck your face with ferocity.
“fuck, good boy.” You could have came on the spot hearing him call you that.
“keep sucking it baby. That’s it, fuck im getting close”.
Those words spur you on to endure. Your jaw aching but the promised reward around the corner keeps you going, keeps you taking his thick 7 inch dick.
His panting grows as his cock starts to throb. “F… f… fuck! Oh my god don’t stop!! That’s it! Ngh… ugh. FUCK!!! Ughhhhh” with a raspy, deep moan he shoots hot, thick ropes straight down the back of your throat. Keeping your head pressed down into his cock as he pours into your mouth.
You lick up the excess off his tip and begin to slowly stroke him to keep him riding his high
“a lot better than your hand wouldn’t you agree?” you both chuckle as you both regain your breath.
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