Lando/Oscar, 12.9k, M, emotional constipation the fic
Oscar's got questions of his own. “Why'd you invite me then?”
“You asked.”
Because Oscar thought it was the polite thing to do, because he wanted to be the good teammate Lando makes him out to be. Because despite knowing Lando enough to know he’d want to be alone, he’s still here.
Oscar wondered what Lando told Max about their relationship. Max seemed to be of the wrong impression that Oscar— of all people, of all of Lando's teammates past and present —would be the one Lando would let in.
Lando buys a house after a horrible race. Oscar visits.
i'll let god take the wheel with this one bc the more it spends in my wips the less happier i get with it. and i am pretty happy about it. shoutout to @irulancorrinoslawyer who put up with my yapping about this one. and to @oopslandiia who, in moments of doubt, said "it's your fic. you make the rules."
a/n: i really have no idea how this became so fluffy. this is also my first piece of writing so any and all feedback is welcomed and encouraged!! also thank you @xtaexhyungx for giving me the confidence to post and screaming about my ideas with me ily
From the first instant that you laid eyes on him, you knew there was something different about him. The way that his smile never seemed to leave his lips and the way his laugh made you forget all the issues in the world-that’s what drew you in. You couldn’t be around Hoseok and not match his smile, regardless of how sore your cheeks got.
By some stroke of luck, he was drawn to you as well. Although you hoped he didn’t notice how often you blatantly stared at him when you were around the guys, he did each time. He, likewise, hoped you didn’t notice how often his gaze found his way to you, too, when you stopped looking at him.
Regardless of all the signs you gave him, he was still shocked you agreed to go on a date with him. One date turned into five, your attraction for each other only growing, until one night he asked you to officially be his.
3 months passed, though neither of you noticed how slow time went by, as you both felt like you had been together for years. Things never escalated past kissing after every date, though. He did what every gentleman would do, walk you to your apartment door and give you a good night kiss. Many times you wanted to ask him to stay, but in the moment you were too lost in how good just a simple peck felt to remember.
Tonight was yet another date planned by him. When you asked for details, all he would say was that you needed to dress your best, regardless of how many times you asked why or where. You picked out the perfect dress, a scarlet red dress that hugged your body in all the right places, giving those around a view of what lies underneath, but hiding just enough to tease.
When he finally arrived at your apartment, you felt as if every ounce of air was forced out of your chest. Hoseok wore a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a matching pair of black slacks and dress shoes. The outfit was simple, yet he looked completely ethereal. The sight alone sent a familiar wave of heat through your body, not able to respond with anything but a smile.
His reaction to you mirrored your own. He got peeks of your body over time, but never saw you in anything like this dress. He would’ve felt guilty for staring at your body for too long, but you were too lost in him to even notice.
That night, he took you to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, despite your protests. Dinner went as usual, silence never falling between you two as you never ran out of things to talk about. Sometimes you would get lost in talking about something you were incredibly passionate about and just stare at you with an indescribable smile on his face, knowing that he was falling for you harder with every word that left your mouth.
When the night ended and you found yourself at your door once more with him, you could sense something was different. He looked at you as if he was dying to say something but couldn’t get it out, with his velvety chocolate eyes clouded with an incredible amount of love and desire.
His hands gently captured your face, leaning down to lock his lips with yours and he lingered there longer than usual. You were lost in each other that you didn’t know how much time passed, but he was the one to break apart. His forehead rested gently against yours, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
“_____,” he whispered, his eyes dropping down to your lips before moving back to your eyes, a familiar glint evident in them. “I love you. God, I fucking love you.”
Hoseok’s lips were back on yours before you had a chance to respond, but this kiss was different. His lips pressed against yours as if he was trying to get closer to you because it simply wasn’t close enough for him. His body did the same, with arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist.
“Hobi,” you barely mumbled as best as you could against the force of his kiss, but he quickly pulled back, his eyes filling with worry as various thoughts ran through his mind. Was it too soon? Does she not feel the same? Was she not attracted to him?
Your eyes searched his, finding the sincerity in the way he looked at you, his gaze filled with an immense amount of affection. “I love you too, Hoseok,” your voice shook, both from excitement and nerves flooding your thoughts.
The worry immediately drained from his face. Instead, his bright smile replacing them. “Let’s go inside baby,” he chuckled out as he tried to keep his happiness from overflowing.
You turned in his arms, and as you grabbed your keys from your purse, you couldn’t help but feel a growing bulge against your ass, and he made no attempt to hide it. A surge of excitement flowed through your veins as you realized that tonight was the night, so much so that you fumbled your keys a few times before managing to unlock the door.
Hoseok kept his hands on your hips, gently guiding you in. Once the door shut, he turned you around to lock his lips against yours once more, this time molding his lips against yours. He slowly guided you to your bedroom, not losing contact with your lips for even a second. His tongue lightly brushed against your bottom lip and you eagerly gave him access.
Your tongues fell into a beautiful, slow dance with each other, a heat rising in your body with each movement. Minutes passed, your lips only left each other’s to slide your dress off as you fumbled around, pushing his clothes off him.
Your body hesitated when he tried to guide you to the bed. He noticed how you tensed in his arms and ended the heated kiss, picking his head back up.
“What is it?” he breathed out, nerves almost keeping his voice from escaping his throat. The familiar worry flooded into his features once more, shocking you that he could make a switch so quickly for you.
You swallowed hard, feeling your mouth drying out before mumbling out, “Did you tell me you love me just to get in my pants?” Feeling ashamed for even thinking that of Hoseok, you looked down at your bare feet.
A hand left your waist to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly grazing the blushing skin. He leaned down to press a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. He didn’t move and stayed still to enjoy the contrasting feeling of the kisses just minutes before.
His lips just barely left yours, the soft skin of his brushing against your own, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “If that’s all I wanted from you, I wouldn’t have waited so long for the right moment.” He didn’t realize just how shaky his voice was, taking a deep breath before continuing, “if you aren’t ready, then we can easily stop and watch movies. But,” he trailed off, taking yet another breath, “I can show you how much I love you better than I can tell you.”
You just stood there, looking into his eyes, searching for any sign of ill intentions. But as you looked at the glowing man in front of you, the same man that gives up his desire to make sure you’re okay, you found no reason to hold back. Your hands found their way around his neck, closing the short distance between your lips once more, the heat easily coming back between you.
Within seconds, you found yourself pinned against the bed in nothing but your matching bra and panties, with Hoseok above you in just his boxers. Your arms slid their way around his neck, one hand anchoring into his soft hair with his weight resting on his forearms on each side of your head. Your legs immediately opened to let him rest between them, the contact of his cock on your burning core causing a soft moan to leave your mouth. The sound alone made his cock twitch against you, a low growl leaving his chest as his lips latched back onto yours.
This kiss was more urgent, the excitement from the both of you evident in every movement. Hoseok moved his arms from beside your head to let them roam your newly exposed body. His large hands ran up and down your sides before one hand lightly grazed over your clothed breast, grasping and massaging them gently, savoring every second.
His swollen lips left yours to latch onto the smooth skin of your neck, covering every inch with open mouth kisses, biting some patches. His hand only left your breasts when you arched your back off the mattress, hands leaving his neck to unlatch your bra, tossing it to the side. Hoseok pushed himself up, sitting up on his knees as his eyes devoured your almost fully exposed body, hands resting on the curve of your waist.
The longer his eyes spent on your body, the more you could feel yourself become more self-conscious. Before you had a chance to cover yourself up, his lips were attached to yours once more, the kiss much softer than the last few, his body moving back to rest against yours, the feeling of his bare chest on yours sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
He deepened the kiss, his hips bucking slightly against your core, his cock straining harder against his boxers. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled against your plump, red lips. A hand left your side to brush over your stomach before grazing against your thighs. His muscular hands spread your thighs even further apart, allowing his hand to slip down towards your clothed core, until he finally cupped you through the soaked fabric.
You felt a smirk form on his lips, even through the kiss, knowing that it gave him a major confidence boost. His free hand moved to hold himself further above you, giving him a perfect view of your body and face, the smirk never faltering. “Is this all because of me, baby?” Hoseok teased as two fingers lightly pressed against where he guessed your clit was, moving in painfully slow circles. His eyes never left your face, seeing how your eyes shut and eyebrow furrowed in pleasure for the first time because of him. He imagined before how your features would change when you were drowning in pleasure, but the real sight in front of him was far better than anything he imagined.
Just as you were composing yourself enough to reply, his fingers pushed aside the fabric, now running from your entrance to your clit in painfully slow strokes. Two fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing in small circles but with a bit more speed as his digits were now coated in your own arousal.
Hoseok’s eyes never once left your changing features, feeling entranced by the way your face twisted in pleasure, knowing it was all because of him. But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to hear you moan. Specifically, hear you moan his name. One soaked digit slipped down between your slit to lightly press against your entrance before easily slipping in, earning a quiet moan from your swollen, pink lips.
He buried his finger into you slowly, eyes scanning yours for any sign of pain. He began to pump his digit in and out of your drenched core a few times before slipping in another digit. His thumb found your clit and pressed against it in quick circles as his fingers disappeared into you repeatedly, his pace picking up.
With each stroke you found yourself moaning louder and louder as his fingers brushed against your spot, feeling your vision starting to go blurry from pleasure.
Hoseok’s head dipped down until his lips were brushing against your ear, speaking in a low voice, sounding almost animalistic with his groan, “Come for me baby… Let me hear you.”
His words alone sent another wave of pleasure, giving you the final push you needed to reach your peak. His movements didn’t stop or slow as your body writhed beneath him, your back arching up into him, your hardened nipple brushing against his bare chest. Your hips grinded against his hand, wanting more friction as you fell from your high. The sight alone of your body melting more and more into his touch made his cock twitch with need beneath the fabric of his boxers.
Your chest rose and fell as your body calmed down. Hoseok sat up on his knees, his fingers hooking onto the now ruined fabric of your panties, tugging them down your legs before tossing them away. He stood to remove his own boxers, his swollen, angry cock finally being freed. He returned back to laying between your legs. His lips found yours again, the feeling of his cock brushing your sensitive core causing you to let out a quiet whine, easily swallowed in the kiss.
He rose enough to grip the base of his cock, pumping it a few times, coating himself in his precum. He lightly grinded the head of his cock against your throbbing core, your arousal easily coating him, a low moan leaving him.
“Ready?” he breathed out, not realizing he was holding his breath in the first place. His eyes locked with yours, holding in another breath in anticipation. You nodded embarrassingly fast, his signature smile showing on his face at how cute you could look, even in the position.
The tip of his cock easily slipped in as his hand left his shaft to wrap around your waist as he slowly pushed until he filled you to the hilt. His body pressed into yours and his lips found yours in the softest kiss of the night, wanting to make sure you weren’t in any pain.
You felt completely full of him, pleasure flowing through your veins as your still sensitive core clenched around his cock, earning an animalistic growl from Hoseok. His lips left yours to look into your eyes, seeing lust clouding his vision.
“Don’t do that to me baby,” he groaned as a smirk grew on his lips. “I won’t be able to last long if you do.”
You clenched around him once more, another growl emitting from his chest. “Move,” you breathed out, feeling yet another orgasm already building up, “Move and I won’t.”
The smirk on your face mirrored his own as he quickly began to pull his hips back until he was barely inside you, before slowly pushing himself back in. With one hand wrapped around your waist, another moved up to cup your face, his swollen lips molding against yours, tongues easily tangling together.
His pace sped up when it became harder for him to control himself, but he never stopped kissing you. Your bodies melted together, wanting to feel each other in every way possible. Your arms snaked around his neck to grab onto his firm shoulders, the pleasure starting to wash over you once more. His grip on you grew harder with each thrust, knowing he was close too.
The kiss broke only for him to stare down at you, his pace becoming stable as your hips began to move in time with his. The hand that cupped your cheek moved between your sweaty bodies to rapidly play with your clit, your head tilting back as a loud moan leaving your swollen, sore lips. Hoseok could have sworn that he never saw anything more beautiful that watching you unravel on his cock with his name leaving your lips the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.
Soon your orgasm rippled through your body, your core clenching every few seconds around his cock, making it harder for him to hold himself back.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he barely groaned out as you began to fall from your orgasm, his head falling to rest against your collar bones.
“I-In me,” you moaned out, your core becoming sensitive to his pace.
Almost as if on cue, Hoseok reached his own orgasm, his hips beginning to stutter as his cum filled you with each stream. He rode his high out before staying buried completely inside you. He used his last bit of strength to pick his head up and kiss you once more, lips lazily moving against one another.
Hoseok sat up, eyes moving to watch as his cock fell from your core, coated in a mixture of your two arousals, some dripping out of your core. A bright smile formed on his face before collapsing onto his back next you, an arm moving to wrap around you and pull you into him. Your head rested on his still heaving chest, hearing just how rapidly his heart was beating.
Minutes passed before you both calmed down, sweat still coating every inch of your body. You pushed yourself up only to straddle Hoseok’s hips, leaning down to lightly peck his lips. His smile began to rub off on you, his sweaty hands resting on top of your thighs giving a light squeeze.
“I love you,” you whispered, your forehead resting on his own. You thought that his smile couldn’t get bigger, but he just seemed to constantly surprise you.
“I love you too, ____.” Hoseok picked his head up to return the peck on your lips, thinking to himself how beautiful you looked, even with your hair in a tangled mess and your lips completely swollen from how much he kissed you.
You teasingly wiggled your hips on top of him, knowing exactly what it would do to him. A hiss left his lips, his eyes shutting while his hands squeezed your thighs slightly harder.
“Watch yourself, baby,” he breathed out, his hands tensing against your skin.
You did it once more, his eyes opening, an unfamiliar tint in his eyes. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth before it was replaced with a mischievous smile. “What are you going to do about it?” you teased, your hips moving once more. His hands moved to wrap tightly around your waist, only to move and pin you down against the mattress once more, his grip becoming more rough than before.
third in a series, following: three-sixteenths and two-thirds
It’s a bit difficult to determine what time they were hit with an anti-separation spell when, in fact, they haven’t separated all day.
Or: Lando, Oscar, biting, and the one thing they have in common with Nico Hülkenberg apart from being drivers.
Lando&Oscar, Lando/Oscar, minor choscar and piastrell, T, 5.4k, multiverse, fluff
Oscar turns, finally noticing the presence of another person. Lando eyes the headphones resting on his fluffy curls. Sky blue, identical to what Charles had on earlier. It’s my newest collab, see?
“Fuck me,” Lando says, knowing full well this Oscar won’t.
Or, there are four Oscar Piastris, two puppies, a busy waiting area, and a Lando Norris waiting for his Osc to come back home. It's the multiverse, baby!
come celebrate @oscfest with me with, well, a bunch of oscars!!! something light and fluffy for the meantime
🎂 man dying of thirst is suddenly a mineral water critic
Lando/Oscar, 5.5 K, T, fake dating, non racing drivers au
“He’s, like, do you see him? No, not him. The one beside him. Wearing a maroon shirt— Charlie, not, no, yes! That one!”
“Oscar?”
“Yes, Oscar. Oscar’s my, my… boyfriend."
That’s where it leaves Lando. Lying. Dragging his flatmate to a fucking lie. A new low, even for Lando.
Or, in Lando’s ex’s engagement party, he gains a new (fake) boyfriend.
happy belated oscday! i wish i could've published this sooner but the idea didn't come to my head until i was rewatching succession. the title's a quote from tom and it barely relates to the plot but the fic was birthed from it so. we keep it 😌
#f1 rpf #fuck ai #landoscar #send landoscar fic recs #personal #i’m honestly proud of landoscar #there’s enough weird mating rituals to turn into an ai book #we’ve come so far #oh your teammate pairing’s being called pr? #been there done that #landoscar’s now ai
Or, landoscar told through encounters with AI
i was very much in a slump. creatively, even if not practically. so a smau is what we get! i also was, like many of us, facing the horrors of generative AI wherever we look. and ofc, i turned that frustration into rpf.
Lando was learning Lily was like that— she knew what she wanted and she did it quickly and efficiently. Simply, without any fuss, which is a bit funny because their situation is anything but simple.
Or, Lily does some WAG stuff for Lando, because there's a Lando-and-Lily-and-Oscar these days. Lando gets used to it.
thank you to every landoscarlily creator out there. thank you to @lyslsstuff for reigniting this brainworm. at the end of the day, i am nothing but regurgitating taylor swift lyrics as fanfic plot. 🙂↕️🥰
Lando/Oscar, George/Max, T, 3.3k, crack, inspired by chinese gp 2025
Lando almost stumbles face-first and brings Oscar down with him, considering how Lando refuses to let go of Oscar. Do they really have to walk with Lando’s arm slung over Oscar’s neck?
Lando and Oscar, George decides, wouldn’t be half as insufferable if that damn McLaren car wasn’t half as quick, too.
