àšà§ : Pairing : Max Verstappen's little sister x Kimi Antonelli
àšà§ : Sypnosis : Kimi and Y/N have been dating in secret for several months now but what happens when the paddock slowly becomes suspicious of the pair and what's Max's reaction?
àšà§ : Pov : Third person
àšà§ masterlist- coming soon
a/n : I am not italian, I used google translate so the italian may be wrong. There are probably some mistakes in here. This was so fun for me to write, I hope you all enjoy it x
P.S I am taking requests for fanfictions, either put your request in the comments or go to my blog and request x
The paddock had a rhythm to it.
It always had.
Engines roaring in the distance, mechanics moving like clockwork, journalists hovering for quotes, and somewhere in the middle of it allâY/N Verstappen, the unofficial heart of it.
Nobody really knew when it started.
Maybe it was when she was little, trailing behind Max with oversized headphones and wide eyes. Or maybe it was when she grew into someone who could walk into any garage, any hospitality unit, and instantly lift the mood without even trying.
She wasnât just Maxâs little sister.
She was everyoneâs little sister.
The paddock princess.
â
âY/N! My favourite little sister!â Daniel called, arms open dramatically as she walked past the Red Bull garage.
She didnât even hesitateâjust laughed and ran into his hug. âYou say that every weekend,â she teased.
âAnd every weekend I mean it more.â
A few meters away, Max watched, arms crossed, expression neutral.
Protective.
Always protective.
âSheâs fine,â someone muttered beside him.
Max didnât even look. âI know sheâs fine. That doesnât mean I trust you lot.â
What Max didnât knowâwhat no one knew, at least at firstâwas that Y/N wasnât as unattached as she seemed.
Not even close.
Because across the paddock, pretending to be very interested in his phone, stood Kimi.
And if you were paying attentionâreally paying attentionâyouâd notice how his eyes flicked up every few seconds.
Always landing on her. Always softening.
Keeping it a secret had been easy at first.
Too easy.
Because no one expected it.
Y/N was off-limits.
Untouchable in a wayânot because she wasnât approachable, but because of Max.
Max didnât like the idea of her dating.
At all.
Especially not someone in the paddock. Especially not a driver.
âDistraction,â heâd called it once. âDangerous.â
Y/N had just rolled her eyes. âRelax, Max. Iâm not planning on falling in love in the paddock.â
Kimi, sitting two seats away, had nearly choked on his drink.
User2 Not kimi always being the first to like her posts-
User6 I LITERALLY CALLED IT
KimiAntonelli No,im lucky for having such a beautiful girlfriend.
âłY/N_Verstappen giggling and kicking my feet rnđ€đ
âłLandoNorris Get a room you two!đ€ą
âłKimiAntonelli and Y/N_Verstappen đ
User7 the most unexpected yet the best couple ever
CarmenMundt Can i call you Y/N Antonelli now?
âłKimiAntonelli YES
âłMaxVerstappen NO
âłY/N_Verstappen ABSOLUTELY
But the paddock?
They just laughed.
âOnly took them forever,â George said.
âOnly took you forever,â Carmen corrected.
And just like thatâ
The secret wasnât a secret anymore.
They didnât change.
Not really.
Still soft. Still subtle.
Still them.
Just⊠no more hiding.
Max still watched.
Still protective.
Still Max.
But one evening, as he stood beside them, he nudged Kimi slightly. âYouâre doing alright.â
Kimi smiled. âHigh praise.â
âDonât get used to it.â
Y/N laughed at something an engineer said, her hand slipping seamlessly into Kimiâs.
kimi.antonelli I love you cara â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž â â ââ â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â ââ â â â â â â â ynln love you too amore mio
omg i actually locked in for this and it only took me like two hours.. which is surprising because i usually procrastinate and take multiple days đ„Č i love ka12 and i love football i was watching argentina vs algeria while making this LMAOOO i hope you all enjoy đ
summary: max dating a royal princess is the craziest rumor ever. right?
folkie radio: okay sooo i almost scrapped this entire fic bc i lost inspo mid writing it but i decided to finish it. nit rlly my best but i hope you like it !
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram Life lately đșâïž
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user1 your feed is literally what pinterest wishes it was
user2 monaco's princess and she's still cooler than everyone i know
user3 i need your wardrobe immediately
user4 the way she's a princess but acts like a normal 26 year old đ
user5 mother has posted
user6 i'm convinced she has the best life on earth
user7 not me forgetting she's actual royalty
user8 imagine being able to say "sorry i can't come i'm busy being a princess"
user9 she's the people's princess fr
user10 one thing about yn is she's gonna serve
user11 COOLEST PRINCESS EVER
alexandrasaintmleux excuse me why are you prettier than the sunset
â yourinstagram Because i learned from you
â alexandrasaintmleux liar â€ïž
charles_leclerc Where is the photo i took
â yourinstagram Not good enough for the feed
â charles_leclerc Unbelievable
â alexandrasaintmleux She's been bullying him for years don't worry
â charles_leclerc THANK YOU
â yourinstagram i am literally the victim here
user12 charles and yn bickering under every post is my favorite genre
user13 the monaco trio is back đ
user14 yn and charles friendship content when
user15 if i lived in monaco i'd be outside hoping to run into her
user16 i just know she's funny in real life
user17 not actual royalty being friends with charles leclerc đ
user18 i love how her account is just vibes and occasionally remembering she's a princess
â user19 still obsessed with the fact she has a tiktok
user20 i wonder if she's dating anyone
â user21 didn't people say she was dating max verstappen a while ago đ
â user22 PLEASE not this rumor again
â user23 as if max verstappen is pulling a princess be serious
â user24 the funniest part is some people genuinely believed it
user25 max verstappen dating a princess sounds like wattpad
â user26 charles would have exposed it by now let's be real
user27 if yn had a boyfriend i feel like alex would accidentally reveal it
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lando wow guys he posted
â maxverstappen1 Unfortunately
alex_albon Who stole your phone
â maxverstappen1 I posted this myself
â alex_albon that's exactly what someone who didn't post it themselves would say
charles_leclerc Slide 2 looks familiar
â maxverstappen1 It's coffee
â charles_leclerc Sure
user1 charles knows something
user2 charles is being weird again
user3 why is charles always lurking under max's posts
user4 monaco content from max?? that's new
â user5 he's been in monaco so much lately
â user6 isn't he literally living there
user7 MY MANNN
user8 guys don't start
â user9 i'm starting
â user10 no because wasn't there that rumorâ
â user11 STOP
â user12 the princess rumor đđđ
user13 i can't believe people genuinely thought max was dating princess yn
â user14 that was the funniest rumor ever
â user15 imagine explaining that sentence out loud
user16 "formula one driver max verstappen is secretly dating the princess of monaco"
â user17 sounds like a hallmark movie
user18 why yall talking about princess yn under his posts
â user19 this is why nobody takes f1 fans seriously
â user20 max would never date a princess
â user21 and a princess would never date max đ
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f1gossip Max Verstappen was spotted having dinner in Monaco last night with an unidentified woman.
The pair were seen leaving a restaurant near the harbor and walking together before getting into a car.
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user1 MAX???? ON A DATE????
user2 hold on hold on hold on
user3 WHO IS THAT
user4 max fans we ride at dawn
user5 this man has a GIRLFRIEND???
user6 why am i shocked like he's not a normal human being
user7 WHO IS THISSS
user8 the way this is how i'm finding out max leaves his house
user9 i need better photos immediately
user10 that picture was taken with a microwave
user11 zoom in
user12 ENHANCE
user13 BROOO I DONT BELIEVE THIS
user14 max verstappen has a girlfriend ??
user15 don't say it
user16 i'm gonna say it
user17 DON'T
user18 princess ynâ
user19 GET OUT
user20 we're not doing this again đ
user21 y'all think every woman in monaco is the princess
user22 why do yall randomly bring the princess up every single time
user25 if max was dating the princess charles would never be able to keep that secret
user26 this is probably just some rich monaco girl
user27 max pulling up with a mystery woman was not on my 2026 bingo card
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alexandrasaintmleux Thanks to our chauffeurs â€ïž
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charles_leclerc Thank you for your support
â alexandrasaintmleux Thank you for your service
â yourinstagram 5 stars on uber
â charles_leclerc That's all i get???
user1 WAIT
user2 CHAUFFEURS?????
user3 plural???
user4 THERE WERE TWO MEN???
user5 hold on because charles is obviously one of them
â user6 WHO IS THE OTHER ONE
user7 OH MY GOD
user8 IS YN NOT SINGLE???
â user9 THIS IS HOW WE FIND OUT???
user10 no because why did my stomach DROP
user11 i've never considered the possibility that princess yn has a boyfriend
â user12 i thought she just existed independently from society
â user13 same đ
user14 WHO IS THAT
â user15 zooming in immediately
â user16 ENHANCE
â user17 ENHANCE MORE
user18 all i can tell is that he's a man
â user19 groundbreaking information
user20 charles is one chauffeur
â user21 which means the other chauffeur was there specifically for yn
user22 PRINCESS YN HAS A BOYFRIEND
user23 OH MY GOD
user24 this lore
user25 ALEXANDRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
user26 there's literally no reason for a second guy to be there đ
â user27 unless they called an uber
â user28 do you genuinely think alexandra saint mleux and princess yn of monaco take ubers
â user29 fair point
user30 okay i'm being serious who is dating the princess of monaco
â user31 some billionaire probably
â user32 some prince maybe
â user33 imagine if it's a normal guy
user34 imagine explaining to your parents that you're dating a princess
â user35 "what does your girlfriend do?"
â user36 "she's royalty"
â user37 đđđ
user38 wait wasn't there that max verstappen rumor
â user39 SHUT UP
â user40 we're not doing this
â user41 literally every mystery man becomes max verstappen
â user42 that man could be 70 years old and y'all would still say max
user43 the funniest part is that if yn had a boyfriend she'd keep it private
â user44 exactly we'll never find out who it is
user45 alex just accidentally caused an international investigation
user46 i know the palace PR team is SWEATING
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yourinstagram Last night's Princess Grace Foundation Gala đ€ An evening dedicated to supporting young artists and celebrating creativity. Thank you to everyone who made it possible.
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alexandrasaintmleux absolutely stunning â€ïž
â yourinstagram Love you
charles_leclerc I was told there would be free food
â yourinstagram There was
â charles_leclerc Then I have no complaints
user1 i genuinely forget she's royalty until she posts things like this
â user2 and then i'm like oh right she's a princess đ
user3 the gown??? hello???
user4 whoever styled her deserves a raise
user5 imagine looking like this while attending a gala
â user6 imagine attending a gala
â user7 fair point
user8 no because she's living in a completely different reality than the rest of us
â user9 princess by day, pinterest girl by night
â user10 that's literally her brand
user11 i need to know what her life is actually like
â user12 same
user13 imagine her boyfriend scrolling through these photos
â user14 STOP
â user15 i'm still processing the boyfriend thing
â user16 every time someone mentions it i get surprised all over again
â user17 because she feels above dating somehow đ
â user18 exactly
â user19 not above dating đđđ
user20 SHES SO ICONIC
user21 whoever the boyfriend is, he definitely saw these photos first
user22 i know she's a princess but she's really so iconic
user23 THAT SHOULD BE ME
user24 imagine your girlfriend casually sending you gala photos before posting them
â user25 meanwhile i'm sending blurry selfies
â user26 imagine getting a text like "how does this speech sound?"
â user27 imagine proofreading a princess's speech
â user28 that's actually insane
user29 imagine being introduced as "the princess's boyfriend"
â user30 i'd immediately pass out
â user31 i wonder if he's royal too
â user32 probably
â user33 i don't know, yn seems like the type to date someone normal
â user34 define normal đ
â user35 not another royal
user36 imagine if her boyfriend an athlete
â user37 wait
â user38 don't
â user39 DON'T
user40 every road leads back to max verstappen somehow
â user41 this fandom has one joke
â user42 and it's not even a good one anymore đ
user43 if she was dating max we'd know
â user44 exactly
â user45 there's no way they could keep that secret
â user46 absolutely impossible
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f1paddockupdates Max Verstappen attended the Princess Grace Foundation Gala in Monaco last night. The four-time World Champion was photographed arriving at the event and spending the evening with fellow guests.
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user1 max at a gala feels wrong somehow đ
user2 OH WHAT IS THISSS
user3 WAIT wasn't princess yn there too
â user4 she literally hosted it
user5 okay the rumors are about to start again
â user6 as if they ever stopped
user7 i'm sorry but max verstappen dating the princess of monaco still sounds fake
â user8 because it IS fake đ
user9 i genuinely think she's dating some billionaire we've never heard of
â user10 same
user11 people see max in monaco once and lose their minds
â user12 he lives there đ
user13 PRINCE MAX SO TRUE
user14 imagine if they've been together this whole time and everyone keeps dismissing it
â user15 that would be the funniest thing ever
user16 there's no way they could keep that secret
â user17 especially with charles involved
â user18 now THAT is a good argument
â user19 charles would accidentally leak it in under a week
â user20 poor charles catching strays for being incapable of keeping secrets
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yourinstagram A few moments lately đ€
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alexandrasaintmleux The first point is important
â charles_leclerc I don't appreciate this slander
â yourinstagram And yet
â charles_leclerc đ
user1 OH MY GOD
user2 SHE KNOWS
user3 "do not trust charles with secrets" đđđ
user4 YOUR HIGHNESS PLEASE
user5 THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS A COINCIDENCE
user6 charles accidentally exposing people and then getting called out publicly is killing me
user7 "monaco is surprisingly small"
user8 OH SHE'S EVIL
user9 SHE'S READING THE TWEETS
user10 i know she and max are somewhere laughing at us
â user11 don't start
user12 no because that notes app screenshot feels targeted đ
user13 charles is never recovering from this
â user14 honestly? deserved
user15 i need to know what happened in the group chat after that post got deleted
user16 MAX LIKED THIS BYEEEE
user17 this is way too funny specially when you remember that she's a ROYAL PRINCESS
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f1 Royal visit. đđČđš Princess YN of Monaco arrives at the paddock ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix.
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user1 THE PRINCESS HAS ARRIVED
user2 monaco gp weekend officially started đ
user3 she looks so good omg
user4 home race for charles and the princess
user5 every year she somehow steals the show
user6 watch the cameras find her every five seconds đ
user7 monaco's favorite daughter
user8 can't wait for the annual princess yn paddock content
user9 somewhere charles is already looking for her
user10 the real question is how long until she gets photographed talking to max
â user11 DON'T START
â user12 i'm serious đ
â user13 after this week every photo is getting investigated
user14 if max appears in the background i'm deleting my account
â user15 see you tomorrow
â user16 đđđ
user17 OH THIS IS ABOUT TO GET INTERESTING
user18 coolest princess ever fr
user19 charles deleting that post made everything worse
â user20 WAY WORSE
â user21 i still can't believe he actually deleted it
user22 charles leclerc the man that accidentally launched a thousand conspiracy theories
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f1gossip MAX VERSTAPPEN AND PRINCESS YN OF MONACO. WE REPEAT. MAX VERSTAPPEN AND PRINCESS YN OF MONACO.
After months of rumors, fan theories, deleted Instagram posts, suspicious comments, mysterious appearances, and one very unfortunate Charles Leclerc photo dump...
It appears the internet may have been right.
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user1 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
user2 EVERYBODY STAY CALM
user3 I AM NOT CALM
user4 CHARLES LECLERC YOU ARE NEVER SEEING HEAVEN
user5 i can't believe my eyes are actually seeing this
user6 oh god he's really dating a PRINCESS
user7 i just fell to my knees at walmart
user8 I SPENT SIX MONTHS DEFENDING THIS RELATIONSHIP TO PEOPLE WHO CALLED ME DELUSIONAL
user9 APOLOGIZE TO THE CONSPIRACY THEORISTS RIGHT NOW
user10 max looked us in the eyes and said it was the craziest rumor he'd ever heard
user11 they must be dating for like a year now
user12 THEY WERE LAUGHING AT US THE WHOLE TIME
user13 of course the rumors were real
user14 MAX VERSTAPPEN DATING A PRINCESS??A
user15 this is not real
user16 but HOW
user17 i love this bye
user18 THEY WEREN'T EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT
user19 NO BECAUSE WE ALL THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS
user20 oh i know charles is livinggg
user21 CHARLES ACCIDENTALLY HARD LAUNCHED THEM WEEKS AGO
user22 i manifested this
user23 i've been staring at this for hours and i still can't believe it's real
user24 THIS IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE WAY THIS COULD HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED
user25 THE FOUR-TIME WORLD CHAMPION IS DATING A PRINCESS
user26 THIS SOUNDS LIKE FANFICTION
user27 ACTUALLY IT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE FANFICTION
user28 SOMEBODY CHECK ON CHARLES
user29 no. fucking. way
user30 charles is currently turning off his pone
user31 IMAGINE BEING MAX VERSTAPPEN
user32 IMAGINE BEING PRINCESS YN
user33 IMAGINE BEING THE PERSON WHO TWEETED "WHAT IF IT'S ACTUALLY MAX"
user34 THEY WON
user35 THEY WON SO HARD
user36 MONACO GRAND PRIX WEEKEND HAS PEAKED
user37 THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE RACE
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maxverstappen1 P3 in Monaco and the best part of the weeknd
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ser1 wait HE posted it???
user2 oh my god đ
user3 NO WAY
user4 i'm sorry but this is actually insane
user5 the princess of monaco and max verstappen was not on my 2026 bingo card
user6 remember when everyone said the rumors were ridiculous
â user7 and then it turned out every single rumor was true đ
user8 I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS
user9 max and a princess. WHAT
user10 i know charles is somewhere relieved this is public now
user11 max saying it was the craziest rumor he'd ever heard about himself is taking me OUT
â user12 meanwhile he was dating her the whole time
user13 THIS IS JUST INSANE
user14 they were laughing at all of us
user15 the fact that the conspiracy theorists got everything right
â user16 every. single. thing.
user17 wait because wasn't she commenting on his posts this entire time?
â user18 yes đ
user19 "told you it'd be a good weekend đ€"
â user20 don't remind me
user21 i genuinely thought they were just friends
â user22 same
user23 not max hard launching with a kissing picture
user24 not max hard launching with a PRINCESS
user25 honestly good for them
user26 they look really happy
user27 this has to be one of the wildest f1 relationship reveals ever
user28 a world champion dating a princess sounds fake
user29 it literally sounds like a wattpad story
charles_leclerc Thank God finally
â user30 FINALLY???
â user31 charles has been waiting for this day đ
â user32 he's free from keeping the secret
alexandrasaintmleux â€ïž
â user33 alex knew EVERYTHING
â user34 of course she did
yourinstagram â€ïžđ€
â user35 your highness that is NOT enough information
user36 we're going to need a statement, a timeline, and the group chat screenshots
Summary: You post a very serious, very important Instagram post dedicated to your boyfriend. Unfortunately, the boyfriend in question is Lando.
Warnings: fluff, public relationship, chaotic boyfriend behaviour, drivers being menaces in the comments
A/N: hiii, so this is my first social media fic for lando, I hope you guys enjoy. Let me know if youâd like more of these cos I had so much fun making this one đ„°
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lando AYOOO
lando WHAT IS THIS
lando delete this rn
âł yourusername nah
user THIS IS THE MAN WE TRUST TO DRIVE AT 200mph
user why does he look like he eats crayons and bites
âł yourusername he does
user I would hang up and try again
user not the fisheye one PLEASE
maxverstappen1 I would not trust him to order food correctly
âł lando you literally got lost in your own apartment once
âł maxverstappen1 that was ONE TIME
charles_leclerc he looks happy đ
âł yourusername thatâs not the point
âł charles_leclerc i think it is good emergency energy đđŒ
oscarpiastri Iâve seen worse
âł yourusername drop them pastry
âł oscarpiastri no I donât think I will
mclarenf1 we can confirm he does answer his phone
âł yourusername debatable
âł lando I ALWAYS ANSWER
âł mclarenf1 unless heâs gaming
âł lando ok relax
user she said btw like this is casual information
user imagine paramedics scrolling through these
lando I am actually very reliable in emergencies
âł yourusername you once left your passport at home
âł lando irrelevant and old news
carlossainz55 at least he can drive fast to the hospital
âł yourusername true actually
âł lando THANK YOU CARLOS
user this is the soft launch of âI tolerate himâ
âł yourusername I more than tolerate unfortunately
âł lando unfortunately???
đ€ yourusername
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lando mine btw
yourusername DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW
âł lando no â€ïž
âł yourusername LANDO
âł lando emergency contact behaviour
user HE SAID MINE BTW
user oh this is war
mclarenf1 weâre staying out of this
yourusername I trusted you
âł lando that was your first mistake
âł yourusername Iâm changing your contact photo
âł lando to what
âł yourusername fisheye lando
âł lando donât you dare
user currently making an edit of fisheye lando to romantic music
âł lando please no
âł maxfewtrell TAG ME
âł yourusername AND ME
yourusername for legal reasons he does actually answer the phone every time
âł lando every. time.
âł yourusername unless heâs gaming
âł lando ok that was one time
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includes : angst, shouting, arguments, misunderstandings, doctor!reader for charles
Lando Norris
Lando never really had the best track record when it came to taking criticism or being under pressure. As soon as he heard something negative, heâd immediately put up walls to protect his ego. It came out as defensiveness, words thrown faster than he could think. He was always too prideful to step back yet too overwhelmed to admit he might be wrong. It was no different when it came to your relationship.
It had been hours of going back and forth, voices raised, patience worn thin, the crux of it being his absence. Missed dates, shorter replies, the growing distance between you, all of which you tried to gently bring up. With the championship fight and the expectations everybody had, you understood that the pressure he was under was eating away at him. Maybe thatâs why he snapped so easily, why every word from you felt like another reminder that he wasnât doing enough. Not only was he failing as a driver, but as a boyfriend tooâand Lando hated failing. So he fought it the only way he knew how.
âFuck! I swear Magui was never this much of a headache.â
âMaybe you should go back to her then!â
âMaybe I will!â
Landoâs chest rose and fell quickly, adrenaline still buzzing beneath his skin, the argument echoing in his earsâbut something shifted when you didnât respond. His brows furrowed, the anger still lingering as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to yell, to scream, to say anything at all. Not because it was something you would do, but because it was what he was used toâwhat fights had always been like with Magui. Loud, messy, volatile. Theyâd shout until their voices gave out, throw words they didnât mean just to see who would break first, only to come back hours later and pretend none of it had mattered. It was easier that wayâeasier to fall back into each other than to confront what had actually gone wrong. But this was nothing like that.Â
And as he looked at you now, tears quietly gathered in your eyes, standing there without raising your voice, without fighting back, he realizedâhe crossed a lineâa line he didnât know how to come back from.
Your lips parted slightly, like you were about to say something, but nothing came out. Just a quiet, shaky breath as your gaze dropped to the floor, like you were trying to hold yourself together in front of him. And just like that, the anger drained out of him all at once. In its place was immense guilt mixed in a flurry of panic.
âHeyâŠâ he called out, voice a stark contrast from just a second ago as his hands hovered over you unsure. His heart beat more frantically with each second that passed. As a soft sob tumbled out of your lips, he felt his stomach twist.
âHeyâno, I didnâtâI didnât mean that, okay? That was justâI was mad. I didnât mean it like that. I justâI said it to get a reaction, alright? I wasnât actuallyââ
âConsidering it?â you finished for him, your expression tightening. You werenât too sure what hurt moreâbeing compared to his ex, or how easily her name had come up as an option, like it was an easier choice than staying. It sat wrong in your stomach. âYou canât just say things like that, LandoâŠâ
âI was pissed!â he snapped, frustration creeping back inânot at you this time, but at himself, at the situation, at how badly heâd handled everything. âYou kept going on about me not being there, like I donât already know that!â
âDo you think I enjoy begging for your love like itâs something I have to earn? Iâm telling you this because I care about us, because I wanted to fix it. But if loving you means being compared to someone elseâlike youâd run back to her the second I fall shortâŠthen maybe this isnât something worth fixing at all.â
And just like that, his blood turned ice cold, body frozen while you hurry past him into your shared bedroom.Â
He frantically reaches for you, but you quickly slip from his hold, âI donât want her. I donâtâ(Y/N)!â
You shut the door with a loud bang, and the silence after draped over the room like a velvet curtain, muffling even the faintest whispers. As he stood alone in the quiet, he realized how badly heâd fucked up this time, running a hand through his dark curls.Â
Oscar Piastri
The McLaren driver was known for his calm, almost unshakable composure on and off track. Even under immense pressure, he never rushed into reaction, choosing instead to pause for a moment and think, to understand before he spoke. It was one of the things you loved most about him, with arguments typically consisting of calm understanding instead of venomous words spilled in the moment.Â
But like fetid gasoline feeding a fire already out of control, that same stillness could be maddening. Especially now, as you paced the living room, while he simply watched as if this were just another problem for him to solve.
The media had been getting to you lately. Their constant claims that your absence from the paddock meant you didnât care enough about your boyfriendâs career grew harder to ignore. But the truth was, it was his decision to keep you away from that part of his lifeâfar from the paparazzi, far from the drama. He said it was safer this way, told you to ignore it, that it was all just noise. But it was easier said than done. And with each passing day, the comments only grew louderâmore speculative and more absurd than the last, with your want to join him in his upcoming race growing along with it.
âPlease, Oscar. Iâll stay low, try not to get too much attention. You wonât even know Iâm there,â you begged for what was the nth time that night.Â
âNo, thatâs literally impossible. I donât want you to get mauled by a bunch of people with cameras. End of discussion,â he said with a tone of finality to his words.
Your jaw tightened, a bitter laugh escaping you. âSo how long do you expect me to sit here, Oscar? I donât want our relationship to be some secret youâre trying to hideâLike Iâm something youâre ashamed of.âÂ
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes had squeezed shut for a brief second, as if he could will the tension away.Â
âYouâre making this into something itâs not,â he replied, trying to keep his voice low and controlled. âTrust me, Iâm only trying to make things easier.â
Oscar wasnât too keen on the idea of people prying into his life more than they already do, and even more so on his relationship. You had reassured him countless times that you understood it came with loving him, that you were prepared for the attention, the questions, the constant curiosity. You told him you could handle it. But no matter how many times you said it, it never quite sat right with him. He knew how invasive they could be, how quickly curiosity could turn into scrutiny, and keeping you as far from it as possible was his way of protecting you from everything that came with dating him. Even if it meant keeping you at a distance.
âEasier for who?â you shot back, hands gesturing wildly through the air. âBecause itâs definitely not easy for me. Iâm the one dealing with itâevery comment, every assumption. Iâm the one being told I donât care about you when Iâm literally asking to be there!"
âI donât understand why this is such a big deal. Iâm doing this for you,â he muttered, almost to himself. He took a deep breath, letting out a laboured sigh. His control had frayed and for a second, Oscar lost his composure. And before he could stop his tongue, it slipped.Â
âGod, this was never a problem with Lily...â A beat of hush fell over the room, so thick it was suffocating for both of you. You stared at him in disbelief as all the fight in you dissolved in an instant.
ââŠWhat?â you whispered, his words hitting harder than anything heâd said so far. You werenât a stranger to the name. It was his ex, the one fans never failed to compare you to. The mystery beauty that complimented his silence, the perfect engineer girlfriend to the racing driver boyfriend. Youâd spent so long trying not to let it get to you, brushing off the comments, the comparisons, the way people spoke about her like she was something you were meant to measure up to. But hearing it from him was a type of hurt not even the criticism of a thousand fans could measure up to.
His head lifted slightly, like he hadnât quite registered what heâd said at firstâlike the realization came a second too late. But it did come. And by then, it was already too late. And he canât help but feel a tug on his heart as you take a step back from him, the small distance between you now feeling like a chasm. He stood up, arms lifting slightlyânot enough to reach for you, not enough to touchâbut hovering there, uncertain, like one wrong move might push you even further away.
âI didnât mean thaââ
âThen what did you mean?â you asked, your voice breaking despite your best effort. âBecause it sounds like Iâm too much for you. Like caring about you, wanting to be part of your life, is somehow⊠inconvenient.â
What he once tried to keep as a civil discussion has now quickly turned into a landmine with just a moment of miscalculation. He opens his mouth but immediately stops himself, fearing that he may say that wrong thing again. But that silence, that hesitation, was possibly worse, for it was an empty space your mind filled in for yourself. Your laugh came out hollow, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to give yourself a semblance of comfort.Â
âRight. I think I get it now,â you murmured, glassy eyes drifting to the hardwood floor, unable to meet his gaze. But he so desperately wanted you toâbecause in the moments where he didnât know what to do, you always did. You always knew what to say, how to move forward, how to steady him when everything felt like it was slipping through his fingers. That was what he loved about you, how you wordlessly took control when he couldnât anymore. And now, as he stood there searching for somethingâanythingâto fix what heâd just broken, you stayed quiet.
âI know you donât want the media involved. But thatâs your life⊠and Iâve made peace with the fact that it comes with you.â You paused, biting your lip as a stray tear fell down by the apples of your cheek. âI want to love you loudly, Oscar. I want the whole world to know just how happy you make me. But I won't stand here and be compared to someone just because I love you differently than she did.â
You didnât look at him, didnât offer a single word to soften the blow. You just stood there, quiet, distant, like you had already taken a step back from him in a way he couldnât follow. Oscar opened his mouth, the words sitting right thereâan apology, an explanation, anything that could pull you backâbut nothing came out.
Before he could speak, you quietly turned and walked back to the bedroom. As you shut the door behind you, the soft click of the lock echoed far louder than any slam ever could. And on the other side, Oscar stood there, staring at the closed door as the weight of everything settled in all at once, mind already clamoring on how to fix this.
Max Verstappen
Max wasnât the type to sugarcoat things. Where others softened their words or thought things through twiceâMax said it as it was. He was honest and direct, sometimes too direct. But in times of thoughtless anger, that same honesty could easily be formed into sharp daggers, callous to how deep it may cut or whom it may hit. And you were no exception.
âYouâre not listening to me,â you snapped, frustration finally spilling over.
âI am listening,â Max shot back immediately, tone sharp. âYouâre just repeating the same thing over and over again!â
âBecause youâre not getting it!â
âNo, I donât!â he said, exhaling harshly. âSchatje, itâs one dinner. Thereâs gonna be a bunch more.â
âIt's dinner with my family, Max. You know how long theyâve been waiting to meet you. And with your impossible schedule, itâs probably going to be another year before you can fit them in,â you argued.
Youâd planned this dinner months ago, carefully working around his race calendar, shifting dates, doing everything you could just to make sure he could be there. It was the first time your family would finally meet himâsomething theyâd been asking about for far too longâand despite how unpredictable his schedule was, heâd promised heâd try. And for a while, you let yourself believe that this time he actually would.
He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âYouâre acting like Iâm never going to meet them. Itâs a race weekend and right now I just want to rest. You know how this works.â
âAnd you knew about this dinner,â you countered immediately, no plans of backing down.Â
With that, the last thread of his patience finally snapped, frustration spilling over before he could stop it. Max felt it instantlyâthe rush of adrenaline, the narrowing of focus, everything else fading into the background. It was the same clarity he had on track, when instinct took over and hesitation meant losing. And right now, that instinct didnât know the difference between racing and you.
âGod, why does everything have to be such a big deal with you?â he screamed, his hands flailing through the air as if it would help him make his point. âI swear Kelly never made any of this complicated.â
Your voice went quiet, stopping dead in your tracks the moment you heard her name. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
You knew exactly what he meant. She was the daughter of a former Formula 1 World Championâsomeone who grew up around this world, who understood the sacrifices without needing them explained. She fit into it seamlessly.Â
But that didnât mean you hadnât been trying. Max knew that. He saw it every time you brushed off his cancellations, never complained, told your family he was âjust busy,â reshaped your plans around him and stayed by his side even when it felt like there was no place for you in his ever-changing schedule. And yet here he was, reducing all of that to âcomplicatedâ.Â
âAll Iâm saying is she was never so fucking needy. Even with a kid, I didnât have to keep choosing between everything and her. She didnât make everything into a problem but with you thereâs always something. Iâm already under pressure, I donât need more of it when I come home.âÂ
With every word that left his lips, it felt like another cut carved into your already broken heart, until finallyâ
âWell now you donât have to.âÂ
And just like that, the battle was over with neither of you emerging as the winner. Max looked at you, still heaving, and for the first time since it started, he was at a loss for words. Only the quiet realization of what had just been lost in the heat of trying to win. Through blurred vision, you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door, making sure to slam it on your way out.Â
Max blinked once, like he hadnât fully processed what youâd said. It was like watching a crash. A battle of instinct and pride, of words thrown too fast and too hard, until one of you finally spun off track. And now there was only the wreckage. Not of a race, but of something far harder to fix.Â
âFuck... godverdommeâ he mumbled, sitting down on the couch with his head in his hands.Â
Charles Leclerc
Charles had never been good at keeping the people he loved at a distance. He liked having them close where he could see them, reach for them, know they were there. So being with someone whose schedule was as flexible as plywood quickly became the root of many of your problems.
You had built your life long before him. Years of relentless studying, sleepless nights, and exhausting shifts had led you to the life you lived nowâstanding in hospital halls at ungodly hours, tending to people at their most fragile, putting their lives before your own.
You werenât about to let that go. Not for anyone. Not even him.
âIâm sorry, mon amour,â you murmured softly, already tired from the day you just had and the fight draining whatever strength you had left. You stared up at him as you rubbed circles onto the temple of your head, trying to relieve the building headache. âI really canât come to this one. I haveââ
âAnother patient, another shift, I know,â Charles cut in, his voice softer than yoursâbut edged with something you couldnât quite ignore. âItâs always something.â
You paused, the words catching in your throat.
âItâs not just something, Charles, itâs my job.â
âI know that. Iâm not saying itâs not important, I justââ He exhaled, the sound heavy like it was a weight he'd been carrying for too long âI just thought maybe this time you could try. Itâs been weeks since youâve come to one.â
Guilt flickered in your chest. It gutted you how you couldn't be there for him like either of you wanted to, instead forced to support the Monegasque from miles away. âAnd trust me, I really want to be there. But people need meââ
âAnd I donât?â The words came out sharper than he intended, and he winced almost immediately after.
He knew it was selfish of him to think that. He absolutely adored what you didâhow passionate you were, how you gave so much of yourself to people who needed it most. He wasnât a stranger to sacrifice, but what you did was something else entirely. Selfless in a way he could never quite put into words. Never for the money. Never for the recognition you deserved. Just there to help.
âI didnât mean it like that,â he added quickly, softer now. âI know what you do matters, Iâve always known that.â
Silence lingered between the two of you, heavier now.
âIâm justâŠnot used to thisâ he exhaled, the sound tired, conflicted. âWith Alex, I didnât have to ask this much before.â
Your breath hitched, just barely, like your body reacted before your mind could catch up.
âWith AlexâŠâ You repeated it softly, like you were testing how it sounded out loud. Like maybe it wouldnât hurt as much the second time. But no matter how many times you repeated it in your head, it did.Â
Alexandrea Saint Mleux, art history graduate, influencer, fashion icon and Charlesâ ex. The woman who was almost always photographed beside Charles back when they were dating. She was there for the races, the events, the camerasâalways just a step behind him. Which meant that when she left, there was a space beside him that sat empty. He told you that your love and support was enough, that it made every second with you even more special. But standing here now, hearing her name fall so easily from his lips, it didnât feel like enough.
âI see.â
âHeyâno, thatâs not what I meant,â Charles rushed out immediately, the shift in your tone making him realize how much heâd underestimated his words. âI didnât mean it like that, I justââ
âNo, itâs okay. I understand.â you cut in gently.
Not angry. Not loud. And somehow, that made it worse. Charles faltered, his words catching in his throat as he watched you. The way your shoulders had gone still, the way your voice had softened into something distant, and how your already tired figure seemed to deflate even more because of him.
âI canât be there the way she was. I canât just drop everything and follow you around the world, and I wonât pretend that I can,â your voice remained steady despite the glassy sheen in your eyes. âAnd Iâm not going to apologize for having a life outside of you. For having something that matters to me just as much as racing does to you. But Iâve been trying. Trying to show up when I can, trying to make time, trying to be there in the ways that Iâm able to.â
Your lips pressed together.
âBut Iâm not her. And I shouldnât have to feel like that makes me less⊠like Iâm not enough for you.â
âYou are enough. Youâve always been enough, I swearââ he said quickly, stepping closer now, panic starting to seep into his voice before you cut him off.Â
âBut it doesnât feel like it. Not to you, not to meâŠâ you whispered.
âMon amourâŠâ he murmured, his voice breaking in a way it rarely did. He reached for you, hesitating just before his hand could touch you.
âIâm going out for a bit. I thinkâŠwe need some time to think about where this is going.â You stood up and grabbed your coat by the rack, slipping it on with slightly trembling fingers as you adjusted the fabric, avoiding his gaze.
Your hand hovered over the door handle for a second, hope flickering in his chest that maybe you'd turn back around. But that was quickly extinguished as you walked out the door, the click echoing far louder than it should have. And when it shut behind you, it left Charles standing there, staring at the space you once filled.
Carlos Sainz
It was no secret that the Spaniard was one of if not the most attractive man on the grid. Dark tousled hair that always just fell in that perfect way, brown eyes that could leave you mesmerized if you stared too long, and a body that looks like it was chiseled by God himself.
Ever since you started dating a few months ago, you watched as women threw themselves at Carlos, fawning and sometimes blatantly flirting with him as you walked by his side in the paddock.
You tried not to let it bother you, knowing where his heart truly lay. It was through small gesturesâlike how his hand would instinctively find yours or the way his gaze would always drift back to you no matter who stood in front of himâthat helped eased your worries. It was enough reassurance in a world that constantly tried to pull his attention elsewhere.
But today was just different. The fans were moreâŠhandsy. And so, throughout the day, you found yourself holding his hand a bit tighter or pressing up against him a bit more. It all came into a boiling point once you got back into the comfort of your hotel.
âMi amor, is everything okay? Youâve been distant all day.â His warmth envelops you as he hugs you from behind, his touch bringing a sense of comfort to your inner turmoil.Â
You let out a quiet breath, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned back against him, the weight of everything finally settling in now that it was just the two of you.
âItâs nothing, CarlosâŠâ you murmured.
He frowned slightly, resting his head on top of yours. âItâs clearly something if itâs troubling you this much, Cariño.â
You bit your lip in embarrassment, knowing it sounded small when you tried to say it out loud. Some may say petty even. But this wasnât small to you, and you didnât want to pretend it didnât loom over your shoulder every time you went out.
âItâs just⊠Earlier with the fans...â you trailed off, fingers tightening slightly against your arms as you searched for the right words.
Carlos stilled behind you for a moment, a sudden spike of worry hitting him. âWhat about them?â
Had someone said something to you while he wasnât listening? Gotten too close when his back was turned? Touched you when he wasnât there to stop it? A long list of worst case scenarios started to form in his head as you took your precious time thinking of your next words.
You hesitated, your gaze dropping to the floor. âThe way they were acting. The way they kept touching youâŠâ you swallowed. âIt just felt a little too much.â
He let out a quiet breath of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his touch gentle, grounding. âAmor⊠theyâre just fans,â he murmured. âThey get excited. It doesnât mean anything.â
âI know,â you nodded quickly, almost too quickly. âAnd Iâm trying to get used to it. I just donât like the thought of other women practically fondling my boyfriend in front of me, you know?â
He hummed in agreement, holding you tighter and listening attentively as you poured your heart to him. He was neither trying to disregard your feelings nor defend their actions. Having to watch women swoon over your lover every day was no easy sight, and if he were in your shoes, he definitely wouldnât be as kind nor patient as you are now.
âIâm not asking you to push them away,â you said softly, turning slightly in his hold, just enough to glance up at him. âIâm just asking for some sort of boundaryâ
âI understand. Iâm sorry,â he murmured softly. âBecca never really had a problem with it, and I assumed you wouldnât either.â His voice was gentle, no hint of malice in sightâbut the words themselves didnât carry the same warmth. Your hands gently pushed against his chest, the way your body went stiff in his hold not going unnoticed.
âBecca?â you whispered, your face unable to hide the faint pang of hurt at the mention of her name.
Youâd never admit it, but you had always envied how easily she seemed to handle it allâthe attention, the fans, the constant eyes on him. She had looked so secure, so sure of herself, so certain of her place beside him, like she belonged there without ever having to question it. And you⊠you werenât. Not in the same way.
You couldnât quite shake the thought that he could find someone betterâsomeone prettier, someone who fit into his world without hesitation, someone who didnât have to learn how to stand beside him. So hearing her name now didnât just sting, it was a quiet confirmation of something you had been trying so hard not to believe.
âI seeâŠâ you mumbled, your throat suddenly feeling dry. âIâm sorry. I didnât think I was asking for that much.â
His brows furrowed in confusion as he gently pulled back, just enough to get a better look at you. And despite how you tried to hide it, he didnât miss the slight gloss in your eyes, the way your lashes clung together as the tears began to gather.
Panic set in almost instantly.
âHeyâno, no, no,â he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears that had already begun to fall. âMi vida, what are you talking about?â
But you only shook your head faintly, your hands coming up to wrap around his wristsânot to pull him closer, but to still them. The worst part was that the poor man had no idea what heâd said to make you so upset. Because while the name might have meant absolutely nothing to him, it meant everything to you.
Before he could pry any further, you quickly slipped away to your shared room, head hung low as your palm muffled the small sobs that escaped. Now he was left alone standing in the living room utterly confused.
an: Gosh dang this took me a while to make. As always, hope you guys liked it! Would love to hear your thoughts, whatever it might be. Toodles <3
summary: things are going great with your boyfriend of three years, lando norris. or at least that is what you think. your step-brother oscar has a different opinion.
warnings: SMUT!!!! cheating, step sibling trope, he refers to himself as her brother like twice, but itâs more so ironic and bitter than a FR thing ya know? forbidden romance, THEY DID NOT GROW UP TG!! public sex, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, creampies, cum play, p in v, unprotected sex, pwp, language
wc: 7.6k
title: moth to a flameâ the weeknd
a/n: hi, this is my humble introduction to the world of f1 smut. i hope you enjoy this as much as i did :3 im very open to requests and feedback from anyone!!!
The chaos of a race weekend never ceases to amaze you. Nobody ever stops; everyone is always on the move, fixing something, changing something â someone always has somewhere to be. There is never a lull, especially not for a championship-contending team.
Lounging in the McLaren hospitality room, you pretend to nurse a cold lemonade that only really sits before you tauntingly. Spain is hotter than you expected for the middle of June, though youâre still trying to adjust to the fact that the seasons are flipped here.
Your step-sister, Edie, sits beside you, eyes trained on her phone. Sheâs chewing on the corner of her lip, completely uninterested in the world. But thatâs just always been Edie â too cool for any of the happenings around her.
Your mother married her father about five years ago, and the new family dynamic is something youâre still trying to get used to. Thereâs too much going on, going from a small-town life to suddenly being included in the family photos of a Formula One driver.
You watch through the television hoisted up in the corner of the room, the final moments of the last free practice wrapping up.
âHeâs looking good,â you murmur, more to yourself than Edie. âThink heâs got a good shot this weekend.â
Edie finally blinks up from her phone, her brown eyes landing on yours. Theyâre the same shade as his. âProbably,â she smiles, shrugging casually. âWeâll find out after quali. Heâs had a good shot this year in general.â
You nod, tearing your eyes from the screen. The season has seemingly kept everyone on their toes â with how close Oscar is to his teammate, itâs bound to be an eventful weekend.
Any gap he can get is well appreciated.
Lando is everything. Heâs happy, heâs charming, and heâs yours. The complicated nature of the situation is not lost on you, but how were you to know that your boyfriend of three years would end up being your stepbrotherâs teammate?
Your relationship with Oscar was already complicated enough.
The day goes by the same, lingering beside your mother and Edie as you watch Oscar finish up practice, and later as he manages to secure pole position. Edie was right â this is looking to be a wonderful weekend.
â
Your eyes are somehow always on him.
In the garage, with the over-ear headset sitting heavy on your head, even as Lando smiles down at you, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.
Itâs always Oscar youâre aware of.Â
âI know you donât like it when I say this,â Lando pulls back, smiling sheepishly. âBut I think I can take this race home. I feel it.â
You canât help the breathless laugh that escapes you, your hands caressing his broad shoulders. The way his fireproof shirt stretches across his chest is almost dizzying.
His blue eyes search yours, eagerly awaiting your response.
âI think youâll do great, my love,â you agree, smiling despite yourself. Lando always had a way of melting any anxiety you had. âAnd remember, we have my parentsâ anniversary next week. You said youâd come.â
Landoâs hands settle on your waist. âAnd I will,â he promises. âThough, with the championship fight we have right now, Iâm not entirely sure your family will be all that happy to have me there.â
Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and kiss him. âItâll be fine.â
You feel his eyes first, the burning gaze raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Mechanics run around, getting ready to let the drivers inside their cars.
Lando hasnât noticed, opting to wrap his arms around your waist and bring you close.
Oscar is on the other side of the garage, pulling the white balaclava over his face with entirely too much force. His brown eyes are trained on you, flicking down to where Landoâs hands rest on your waist.
You donât say anything, and neither does he.
âAlright, I need to get going,â Lando announces, pulling back before pecking your lips one last time. âIâll see you after. Wish me luck.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile, turning away. Your eyes catch on the other car, but then youâre slipping away.
You sit between your mother and Edie, the headset heavy on your head as you watch the cars begin to be rolled into position. Itâs just a race, but your heart is already pounding.
Things with Oscar were never normal. They werenât normal when your mother introduced you to his family â the son of a dashing businessman with three daughters and an ambitious young son.
It was charged from the start: the looks lingered too long, the jokes hit too hard, the hands hovered more than they should have. He was handsome â the dreamy way his hair fell over his eyes, the way his face seemed to glow whenever he was happy.
And then the wedding happened.
Your mum wanted an extravagant celebration, with too much flair, food, and drinks. You lingered around Oscar the most, partially because you appreciated the quiet he always seemed to enjoy.
As the night went on, the two of you moved to a less crowded part of the venue. The drinks kept flowing, the space kept disappearing.
And then you were crashing against the bed â his bed.
Oscarâs body moved against yours like a well-practiced dance, fucking you into the mattress until sunrise. He made you come so many times that your legs ached for days after.
The horror lingered. He hadnât even been your stepbrother for more than twenty-four hours, and already you were falling into bed with him. What would his family think? What would your mother think?
It went on for far longer than you would have liked to admit. The rendezvous between races grew more frequent, and the secret kept eating at you.
But you couldnât stop. No matter how much you told yourself you wanted it to, your body always betrayed you. Always.
Then one day, while accompanying Oscar to one of his Formula 2 races, you met him. Lando was a young, charismatic driver with three seasons already under his belt, and McLaren loved him.
And soon enough, you did too.
He swept you off your feet without really trying. His laugh, his humor â everything about him was perfect. Especially the part where he isnât your stepbrother.
It gave you enough of an excuse to end whatever mess you had going on with Oscar, much to his dismay. Much to yours, though he would never hear you admitting that.Â
Then McLaren signed Oscar for the following season.
For the last three years, you had worked tirelessly to keep what happened between you and Oscar from coming to light. Nobody knew; nobody could know. Especially not your family. Especially not Lando.
Especially not when the word engagement had been thrown around more than once.
The race is good, but your mind isnât in it. Not at all. Oscar wins, and Lando is rightfully miffed about it. Heâs still on the podium, he still celebrates â but you know the championship sits heavily on his mind.
Oscar looks at you the entire time.
You still think youâre with the winner?
You clench your jaw.
Lando doesnât take long to find you, and the strained smile he sends your way is already putting you on edge. He has a tendency to be hard on himself, and this is probably not an ideal situation.Â
He smells like champagne, and in any other circumstance, you know this would be a cause for celebration. Instead, you wrap your arms around him and give him a firm squeeze.Â
âItâs okay,â you whisper. âYou still have the entire season, baby. You still have a shot.â
He pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. At first, he doesnât say anything, but eventually he lets out a defeated sigh. âItâs gonna be hard to shake, but Iâll try.â
You grin. âThatâs all I ask.â
Eventually, he slips away to do some interviews, leaving you behind in the heat. You contemplate heading back to your hotel room, taking a long shower in the beautiful bathtub.Â
Except you donât account for Oscar materializing beside you a few minutes later. The papaya cap sits atop his head, a pretty pink flush covering the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.Â
âGood to see you, Y/N,â he greets, unbothered as always. Your skin prickles at his voice, the familiar cadence you still dream about. His brown eyes are tired, but trained on you.Â
Straightening your shoulders, you force a smile. âSame.â
The silence stretches, and itâs too charged for your liking. âGood race,â he mentions, squirting some water from his bottle into his mouth. Your eyes follow a stray droplet that clings to the edge of his mouth, the way his tongue darts out to collect it. âDid you bet on me?â
âI didnât bet,â you answer immediately. âI hate how unpredictable you guys are. I donât think I would ever put money on any of you.â
Oscarâs eyebrows rise in amusement. âYou can always bet on me,â he hums. âYou know, for extra moral support.â
You narrow your eyes. âI donât need your money.â
âYou need something else,â a small smirk plays on his lips, infuriating enough to make you seethe. âYou always pretend you donât.â
âShut up.â
Oscar looks pleased with himself, especially when your cheeks match his in colorâ but not from excretion. âYou think he canât tell?â
You purse your lips. âAnyone in their right mind would assume their quiet little goody two-shoes driver never fucked his step-sister.â
âCareful,â he says, but itâs halfhearted. âSomeone might find out.â
âGo to hell, Osc,â you snap. Embarrassment burns through you, partially because you know heâs right. He doesnât care if people find out, not like you do.Â
He loves to remind you that you didnât grow up together, that thereâs no blood tying you. Still, you know itâs more complicated than that.Â
Neither of you says anything for a beat, watching the post-race chaos reign on. For some reason, the lack of words is almost worse than having Oscar look at you with that gleam in his eye.Â
You clear your throat. âCongratulations on the win, by the way.â
He gives you a half smile. âThanks. Dedicated the trophy to Edie.â
You nod. âI saw that.â
âI thought about writing your name instead,â he muses, cocking his head to the side as he waits for his words to settle on your mind.Â
Stiffening, you feel your traitorous heart skip a beat. âDonât,â you warn, running a sticky hand through your hair. âYou wouldnât have, youâre just trying to piss me off.â
Oscar grins. âIs it working?â
You donât answer. You already feel his gaze burning into you, the intensity at which he studies you. Being beneath his scrutiny burns like a thousand suns, but your body ignites with the memory of what that attention meant.Â
Oscar steps closer to you, and panic shoots down your spine. Your eyes dart around, panicked, as you search for any signs that youâre being watched. You find nobody has their eyes on you.Â
âYou did always fuck better when you were pissed,â he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His fingers ghost over the crook of your elbow, making you shiver. âMade me pay for whatever it was that I did with that mouth of yours.â
Inhaling sharply, you step back, glaring. âYouâre disgusting,â you hiss, crossing your arms over your chest. âIâm in a relationship. It would do you good to remember that.â
Oscar backs away, his eyes never leaving you. âDo you remember that?â
He doesnât give you the chance to answer, pivoting on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. Your heart thunders in your chest, your skin still prickling with heat.Â
Seems like Oscar has grown tired of being complacent, and that is the most worrying thing about it all.Â
â
The night is cool, as expected for a night in early June in Australia. Youâre nursing a glass of champagne, Landoâs arm wrapped politely around your waist as you let the party go on around you.Â
Your mother is the center of attention, as expected, but you donât really mind.Â
The resort that your mum chose was beautiful, truthfully. The salon is decorated with various tones of orange because apparently, she cannot get over the fact that her step-son is a Formula One driver.Â
It makes your jaw clench.Â
âI feel like Iâm at a team meeting,â Lando jokes, turning to you with glimmering blue eyes. Heâs already three drinks deep, and youâre starting to see him loosening up at the edges. Maybe you should be worried.Â
Instead, you bring your glass to your lips and take a careful sip. âYour only week off and look how youâre spending it.â
Lando shrugs. âBetter than nothing,â he sighs. âI gotta get on a plane tomorrow to Canada. I should get to enjoy one night off with you, donât you think?â
Despite your earlier annoyance, you feel some of the irritation melt at his words. You give him a half smile, cupping his face with your hand.Â
âYouâre so cute when youâre tipsy,â you grin, thumb brushing over his cheek.Â
Lando scoffs. âAm not,â he grumbles. âIâm hot and sexy, and you want to take my pants off.â
You shake your head, cheeks burning as you look around to make sure nobody heard your boyfriendâs intoxicated rambles.Â
âIf you keep drinking like that, I will have to take your pants off,â you snort, biting back a smile. âYouâre gonna be too drunk to get into bed, and Iâm gonna have to put you to sleep like an overgrown toddler.â
Rolling his eyes, Lando steals your drink. He takes a long sip, placing the crystal glass between your awaiting fingers.Â
âGod forbid I want to flip a little,â he says. âYouâve been so on edge lately.â
You bite the inside of your cheek, ignoring his worry as you force yourself to shift your focus back to the guests of the party.Â
ââM not tense,â you grumble.Â
Lando doesnât get a chance to respond, because before you know it, your mum is waltzing over to the two of you with a big grin on her face.Â
And she has Oscar and his father in tow.Â
Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to crack your ribs with its intensity. Scrambling to grab Landoâs hand, you force a smile.Â
âLando, darling!â your mum smiles, opening her arms to wrap him in an awkward hug, since you refuse to let go of his hand. âIâm glad that you made it. How are you feeling?â
Lando smiles. âGreat,â he nods, glancing between your mum and Oscarâs dad. âCongratulations on the anniversary, by the way. Beautiful party.â
Oscarâs father beams. âThank you, son,â he nods, but the corners of his mouth are tight. The tension of the season carries on to the events, and that is something that you and Lando are painfully aware of.Â
Oscar is quiet, his hands shoved deep in his pants pockets. Heâs wearing a thin white linen button-up, his hair artfully mussed. He looks so handsome, you feel your throat go dry.Â
âI realized Oscar never said hi,â your Mum says, looking at him with a playfully stern expression. âSo we had to drag him over so he could say hello. I know you boys are probably flying out together tomorrow, isnât that right?â
Lando smiles, his hand squeezing your waist. âYeah, pretty sure it is.âÂ
Your mum nods, looking at you with a bright smile. She reaches over, fixing your hair even though youâre almost fully sure that itâs fine.Â
âYou guys are so cute,â she shakes her head fondly. âI know the season has been rough, but I do appreciate how nice youâre being about this, Lando. Sometimes, we really do have to separate work and our personal lives. Donât you think?â
âJesus, Mum,â you laugh awkwardly, shifting your weight. Oscar is frowning, his eyes are dark as they burn holes into where Landoâs hand rests on your hip. You try to ignore it. âLet's not talk about that, maybe?â
âI think youâre right,â Oscarâs dad nods, clapping his son on the back. âThis is a celebration. Letâs enjoy it.â
âOf course!â Mum agrees, smiling. âI was just being silly, donât mind me. But yes, since we are here because of a weddingââ
You and Oscar stiffen, but neither of you says anything. For some reason, the idea of your mother wanting to talk about you and Lando getting married in the near future feels like being condemned to death.Â
âWhen will we see that ring?â She asks Lando, excitement evident in her words. You and Lando have discussed getting married extensively, especially after you told him that you thought getting proposed to should be a decision the two of you came to together.Â
You told him you were ready. But now, under the weight of Oscarâs gaze and his barely contained annoyance, youâre not sure what you want anymore.Â
Lando laughs awkwardly. âI dunno,â he replies. âProbably after the season ends, I guess. Itâll be nice to do it without all that stress, you know? Have a proper celebration.â
Oscarâs jaw tightens so much you worry heâs going to snap a tooth. His eyes darken into a glower, directed straight at Lando. You inhale sharply, nerves making your hands shake.Â
Please donât make it obvious.Â
âOh, that would be beautiful!â your Mum smiles. âI trust you have an idea?â
âI trust you keep your head in the championship,â Oscar snaps, the first word he has said to you all night. Everyoneâs attention snaps back to him, and your ears start to ring.Â
Lando blinks. âWhat?â
Oscar shrugs, taking a sip of his amber drink. âYou know?â he shrugs. âYou want that championship? Focus on that instead.â
Your mother blinks, his fatherâs eyebrows rise, and you gape. Thereâs no way this is happening, and thereâs no way Oscar is being that obvious.Â
âMate, what the hell?â Landoâs eyebrows furrow, and he shifts forward. âIâm justââ
âOh, donât mind him!â Mum chirps, desperate to ease the sudden tension.
Oscarâs father nods. âYou know how it is,â he says through a laugh. âOscar is too used to having sisters to look after. Donât take it personally. Itâs just the older brother in him.â
Your heart sinks, and Oscar scoffs. âSure,â he says, but his tone is bitter. âWhatever you guys say.â
He turns to leave, his dress shoes clicking against the polished ground. You hear him leave over the music. The tension in his body is evident, and the fire in his brown eyes makes something inside you snap.Â
You place your champagne flute in Landoâs hands. âIâm gonna go yell at him,â you smile, hoping that you sound more convincing than you feel. âIâm sorry about that. Iâll be back.â
Before anyone can question your absence, youâre already running after Oscar. Pushing past the guests, you try your best to keep up with him.Â
The cool night air hits you first, but youâre too warm to shiver. Your heart beats erratically as you scan the dark, vastness of the golf course surrounding the salon.Â
You spot Oscarâs white shirtâ just barelyâ as it walks deeper into the darkness. Muttering a curse under your breath, you run after him.Â
Itâs dark; the deeper you go into the hills, the less you can see. The light of the venue grows dimmer with the distance, but you manage to keep your eyes on him.Â
âOscar!â You call in a frantic whisper, hands fisting the fabric of your dress and keeping it above your ankles so you donât trip over yourself. âStop fucking running.âÂ
He stops in his tracks, a dark chuckle escaping him. âIâm not running,â he says, turning to face you. âYouâre just slow.â
You scramble to a halt, leaning forward to rest your hands on your thighs as you struggle to catch your breath. âYouâre such an asshole,â you wheeze, forcing yourself upright. âWhat the fuck was that?â
Oscar hesitates, his eyes flicking back to the distant roar of the party. The hills of the golf course span out around you, providing more cover than you could have expected. You can barely see your stepbrother before you, but you can feel him, and the moonlight illuminates enough for you to know that he isnât happy.
âNothing,â he answers eventually. âJust reminding Lando to keep his head where it matters right now.â
âNo,â you breathe, shaking your head. âYou were being a dick. Why were you being a dick?â
Crossing his arms over his chest, he lets the silence stretch between you. He knows how much that bothers you, the silence, the weight of everything that could be said pressing down on you.
âAnswer me,â you hiss.
âJesus,â he exhales. âYouâre really fuckingââ
You stiffen, waiting for the inevitable jab. It never comes. Instead, Oscar runs a hand through his hair, the stress evident in every movement.
âWhat?â you snap. âWhat could it be now? Is it because I didnât take well to your advances in Spain? Is that it? Is your little ego hurt?â
âShut up.â
âNo,â you snap, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Stepping closer, you jab his chest. âYou donât get to shut me up. You donât get to say anything. Is big brother feeling emasculated because Iâm getting engaged?â
Oscarâs eyes flash, and his hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping your attack. âDonât fucking call me that,â he growls, all composure flying out the window.
âThatâs what you are,â you whisper, breathing heavily despite yourself. The proximity is intoxicating. Smelling his cologne has you growing dizzy with want. Your body remembers him; it always remembers him. âYou heard your dad.â
âHeâs wrong,â he spits, tugging you closer by the hand until your chests bump against each other. âYou know heâs wrong. Or do you need me to remind you?â
You exhale, looking into his eyes. âWe ended this.â Your words come out in a jumbled breath, but you donât care. âYou know we had to. This is wrong.â
Oscar smacks his lips, his eyes flickering down to your mouth. The moonlight provides enough light for you to see the way his eyes dilate.
âNo, itâs not,â he whispers. âIâve never been your brother. Iâve never wanted to be your brother. Brothers donât look whenever you bend down to get something. Brothers donât think about what itâs like to have you moan into my mouth. Brothers donât think about all the ways theyâve made you scream.â
Your fight falters, and you find yourself at a loss for words. There is so much you want to say, so many rebuttals you want to send his way, but they all die in your throat.Â
Tearing your eyes away from him, you force yourself to look back at the party. Nobody in there knows the turmoil that unfurls in your chest, and inside is Lando, waiting for you to have talked your stepbrother back down from the ledge.Â
Nobody knows.Â
âIâm in love with him,â you whisper, but itâs so meek you want to laugh.Â
Oscar doesnât move; his hand still stays wrapped around your wrist, tight enough to bruise. You canât bring yourself to tell him to stop. You donât want him to pull away.Â
âDonât start with that,â Oscar says. âBecause Iâm not in the mood to be lied to and insulted in the same breath.â
You look at him. âFuck you.â
âSay you donât want me.â He leans closer, his breath fanning your lips. His hand lets go of yours, instead coming to grip your chin and tilt your mouth closer to his. âSay you donât miss me.â
You donât answer. His other hand finds your waist, and he ducks down to brush his lips along the juncture of your jaw. You shiver at the ghost of the contact, just barely enough to make your composure slip.
âSay you donât miss the way I stretched you out.â His voice is a breathless rasp, enough to make your clit throb. âSay you donât miss the way I fucked you so hard you couldnât talk. How youâd drip with me for days after.â
You shut your eyes, desperately trying to stand your ground. Goosebumps break out along your skin, and a flash of heat travels down your spine. Your body is answering for you.
âTell me you donât miss the little thing I used to do with my tongue.â His teeth scrape against your earlobe. âBecause I miss you.â
The admission is almost lost to the pounding of your heart, but you manage to catch it. Your breath catches, and your eyes meet Oscarâs intense brown ones.
âKiss me.â
The words barely leave your lips before heâs crashing his mouth against yours in a searing kiss. You inhale sharply, his hands immediately coming to your waist and pulling you closer against him.
His mouth moves against yours with the same ease it always has, the same relaxed dominance heâs always had. He never had to question the power he has over you.
Your hands tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, tugging slightly, eliciting the most delectable little hiss. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips, exploring him deeper.
He lets go of your waist suddenly, but he never breaks the kiss. You feel his hands between the two of you, unbuttoning his shirt with shaking fingers.
Pulling away, he tugs the white fabric off his shoulders, dropping it onto the grass without a care in the world. He grabs your face with both hands, bringing your lips back to his.
âLie down,â he orders, nipping your lip before pulling away.
Youâre so dazed you canât find it in yourself to argue, dropping on top of his shirt. He climbs over you, his hands holding him up beside your head, bringing you back into another intoxicating kiss.
His weight settles over you, familiar and erotic. Your hands come up to his shoulders, traveling the vast expanse with the tips of your fingers. His skin is so, so soft.Â
Oscarâs mouth coaxes yours into an intoxicating dance, lips sliding against each otherâs with too much intensity. His thigh settles between your legs, pressing against where youâre already wet and aching.Â
You let out the smallest whimper when he increases the pressure, and you feel his hardening length against your thigh.Â
His hands scramble for the hem of your dress, pushing it up your legs without preamble. He breaks the kiss by pulling away, bunching the skirt around your waist. When the cool air hits your bare thighs, you shiver.Â
Oscar glances at the lacy pair of panties you sport, eyebrow rising as his finger slips beneath the hem, snapping it against your skin.Â
âPretty.â
You let out a shaky exhale, watching as he rips them down your legs, shoving them in his pocket without any hesitation.Â
âPerv,â you say breathlessly, but it melts into a moan when his lips find your neck, kissing at your pulse point.Â
You canât help but let out a loud moan at that. Oscar smiles against you. âYou were saying?â
His hand parts your thigh, calloused against the sensitive skin. You shiver, feeling his fingers ghost up the inside of your thigh, closer and closer to where youâre already dripping for him.Â
âMissed this,â he whispers. âMissed how easy you get fâme, all worked up when Iâm a little mean.â
His finger traces featherlight patterns over the crease of your thigh, his mouth traveling down your neck. With his other hand, he tugs the strap of your dress down, making the already swooping neckline of your dress even more indecent.Â
You feel his finger ghosting over your folds, not quite touching where you need him the most. You let out an impatient whine, shifting your hips in search of him.Â
Oscar chuckles, fully pulling down your dress until your breasts spill free. His eyes are drawn immediately to your chest.Â
âSo fucking pretty like this,â he groans. âBet Lando doesnât know what to do with you, hmm?â
You donât get to answer, because his lips wrap around your nipple. A gasp tears from your throat, feeling his teeth gently scrape against you.Â
Finally, two of his fingers part you open, collecting your wetness before landing on your clit. He rubs circles over you, enough to have your entire body vibrating with need.Â
âThatâs it,â he coos as you let out a moan. His fingers work you over with the perfect pressure, his lips working on your nipple while his other hand comes up to tweak the other one. âThatâs a good fucking girl. Look at you.â
His words send another wave of heat through you, and you realize that heâs moving too slowly to actually get you anywhere. Heâs doing this on purpose.Â
âOsc,â you breathe, hips bucking involuntarily. âPleaseâplease donât tease me.â
âShh,â he pulls away from your nipple, his fingers never stopping their movements before he comes up to your lips again. âYou donât get to make demands right now.âÂ
Withdrawing his fingers, he brings them up between the two of you. You watch the way the long digits glisten with your arousal.
Oscar glances at you again. âOpen.â
You do.Â
Bringing his hand up to your lips, he slips his fingers inside your mouth. Inductively, you suck at them, a muffled moan escaping you as your tongue laps at them hungrily.Â
He pulls his fingers back with a pop, smirking. Ducking down, he captures your lips in another kiss. His hand returns to your dripping pussy, this time not bothering to tease. He slips the fingers, damp with your saliva, inside you.Â
You gasp into his mouth, back arching as he curls his like enough to make stars spring across your vision. âYeah, look at that,â he whispers between kisses. âBeing so fucking good and taking just what I give you. Youâre mine, you hear me? Fucking mine.â
Oscar pulls away, sitting back on his heels as he watches raptly as his fingers pump in and out of you. He licks his lips, bringing his other thumb to rub circles over your clit.Â
Your legs shake, and you canât help but let out a shout. He scissors his fingers inside you; the stretch is delicious, enough to have your thighs shaking.Â
âHe doesnât make you feel like this,â he laughs darkly. âHe doesnât know how to touch you. He doesnât know how this pussy likes to be stretched. Isnât that right?â
He curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside you, and a whimper falls past your lips. You canât answer, too lost in the sensation of him.Â
Oscar lets out a groan, pulling one of his hands back to palm at the obvious bulge that strains against his dress pants.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty like this,â he bites his bottom lip.Â
You donât get a warning before heâs ducking his head down and licking a stripe up your cunt, tongue catching in your clit.Â
You gasp, pushing yourself up to your elbows just so you can enjoy the view of him between your legs. His tongue moves with experience, lapping at you hungrily as his fingers never falter.Â
Your legs shake around his head, throwing your head back when his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks harshly. The sensation only builds, the feeling of his languid tongue and long fingers overwhelming you.Â
âMakinâ such a pretty mess on my face and fingers, baby,â he mutters against you, spearing his tongue inside you along with his fingers.Â
You freeze, overcome with the feeling. His nose bumps against your clit, and you feel your arousal drip out of you and down your ass. You donât think you have ever been this wet, and the pressure between your legs is quickly becoming more overwhelming.Â
From between your legs, Oscar glances up at you. His eyes gleam in the lowlight, and you recognise the insatiable hunger that stares back at you.Â
Your stomach tightens, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the pinnacle. Youâre moaning, throwing your head back on the grass, and biting down on your arm to muffle the sounds of your pleasure. His mouth is relentless, and sweat builds on your skin.Â
âOsc, fuck, Iâm gonna come,â you warn, your voice going higher in pitch the closer to the edge you get.Â
He doesnât respond, but his attention never falters, and you know heâs determined. His fingers keep their steady thrusts, long and deep, and his tongue flicks rapidly against your sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
Oscarâs fingers twitch, and you burst. You gasp, body spasming as your legs clamp around his head. He doesnât stop, working you over every wave of pleasure that racks your body.Â
He pulls away when your legs fall limply at your side, lips glistening with you as he brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them clean.Â
âIâm gonna make you cry,â he promises, undoing his belt with skilled fingers and kicking his dress pants down his thighs. His muscles ripple beneath his skin with every movement, his stomach taut with arousal.Â
You watch, transfixed, as he pulls his boxers down until his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. The pink tip is wet with his pre-cum, and heâs so hard.Â
Carefully, he moves up your body, wrapping his hand along the base of him before teasing your lips with the tip of his cock.Â
âGet me wet, baby,â he whispers.Â
You donât hesitate to wrap your lips around the crown, the salty tang of him making your legs clamp shut as another wave of want courses through you.Â
The moan Oscar lets out at that is the most erotic thing you swear you have ever heard. He doesnât bother hiding the pleasure.Â
âMissed this fucking mouth,â he groans, and you wrap your hand around what you canât fit. You bob your head up and down the length of him, pressure continuing to rise between your legs.Â
It doesnât matter that you already came; your body always craves him.Â
He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, hand coming to tangle in your hair to keep you in place. You watch him as his head falls back, the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly.Â
You missed him so much.Â
âThatâs it, keep looking at me,â he orders breathlessly. âKeep those pretty eyes on me when you choke on my cock.â
Tears spring to your eyes as his thrusts become more powerful, his own desperation shining through. You moan around him, relaxing your jaw to take as much of him as you can.Â
âFuâfuck,â his breath hitches, lips pressing into a thin line as he forces himself out of your mouth. You whimper at the loss, your lips a little numb from how hard you were sucking.Â
He cups your jaw, bringing his lips to yours. His tongue slips inside your mouth, eager to taste himself, and you melt.Â
He grips your hips, rolling you into your stomach. Your chest presses against his shirt, now undoubtedly streaked with green. You wonder briefly how heâs planning to explain that.Â
His weight settles over you anew, bare chest pressing against your back. His skin is cool with a layer of sweat that matches your own, and his lips kiss along your shoulder blade.Â
âYâgonna let me fuck you now?â he asks. âGonna be good and spread those legs for me? Let me feel that pussy around my cock, yeah?â
You nod, incapable of saying anything. You feel the head of his cock tease along your folds, and you shiver.Â
âPlease,â you whimper, hand tightening on the grass. âPlease, Oscar, I need you inside me. Please.â
âFuck,â he hisses. âHow am I supposed to say no when you sound so pretty begging?â
He thrust into you all at once, not giving you a chance to adjust. You scream, but his hand covers your mouth, muffling it as you take him in fully.Â
âSh, donât cry,â he whispers. âYou can take me, I know you can.â
His cock splits you open, but the stretch is divine. You shudder, walls pulsing around him as you breathe through the discomfort. Quickly, your eyes start to cross.Â
His hips start a slow rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of you, excruciatingly slow. His hand finds yours, fingers tangling as he pins you to the grass.Â
âJust like that, baby,â he breathes, pressing kisses over the crook of your neck. âJust let me use you, let me fuck you properly. Pretty thing just needs some attention, isnât that right?âÂ
You nod, incapable of forming any coherent words. The pleasure drawn from his cock is too much, unlike anything you have ever felt before.
Well, not exactly. Only Oscar can do this to you, only he can mess with your body and your mind so much that you can barely hold your head up.Â
His hips pick up the pace, thrusts quickly picking up in pace. Your entire body shakes with the force of him fucking you, and you moan.Â
âFuck, right there,â you whimper, screwing your eyes shut as Oscar hits the perfect spot inside you. âOh my god, donât stop, pleaseââ
He presses his lips to your temple, hips moving with relentless force, and you can barely hold your head up. âWhereâd all that attitude go, baby? You were just telling me that we ended this, how wrong it was, how Iâm just your big brotherâ now you canât do anything except moan and cry for my cock.â
His words make you shiver, and a protest at the brother title starts to claw its way up your throat, but he cuts you off again with more filthy remarks.Â
âYou think you wanna get engaged to a guy who canât do this to you?â he grits, biting your earlobe. âThink you wanna give this up, pretty girl?â
Youâre about to reply, but before your mouth can open, you hear the shuffling of feet along the grass. âDo you think sheâs here?â
Lando.Â
Your mind scrambles with panic, suddenly too aware of everywhere your dress has been pulled, and the fact that your stepbrother is driving into you with enough force to make tears spring to your eyes.
âOsc, waitââ
His hand clamps over your mouth, and the roll of his hips continues.
âI swear I saw them running over here.â Landoâs voice is confused, but close enough that you can hear everything. You pray the hill between you and Oscar is enough to keep you hidden.
Another voice. âI dunno, maybe Oscar is yelling at her back at the hotel.â Hattie, one of his sisters.
Your heart lurches to your throat â and at the same moment, Oscar slips out of you and flips you onto your back. You barely bite back a gasp as he brings your knees up to your chest and pushes inside you again.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out. Oscar draws in a shuddering breath. âSo fucking wet still. You like this, donât you?â
His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts returning at a new, brutal pace. Your eyes roll back, feeling him so deep you can barely think.
âHe can get nasty with her,â Lando grumbles, and Oscar snickers, snapping his hips faster. âI just donât want him to hurt her.â
Oscarâs hair falls over his forehead, a few strands sticking to his temples with sweat. His eyes are trained on yours â intense and wild. Beautiful.
His other hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit with precision. He works in quick, filthy circles that make staying quiet nearly impossible.
âWhat would he think, hmm?â he murmurs, nose brushing yours. âWhat would he think of his pretty girl getting fucked stupid by big brother?â
Your eyes flash. You move your head just enough to speak. âYouâre not â youââ
Oscar smirks. âYeah. Thatâs what I thought.â
He kisses the tops of your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. His attack on your clit doesnât stop; his cock stretches you open perfectly.Â
âHere, letâs go back to the hotel. Maybe we can find them there,â Hattie says helpfully.Â
Youâre getting so close, the danger of almost being caught is dizzying. Oscarâs lips are tender on your skin, almost worshipful as his own hips grow sloppy.Â
âIâm gonna come,â you whisper, your breath hitching.Â
Oscar lifts his head, eyes meeting yours. He keeps that devastating rhythm, and you know youâre gone. âCome for me, baby,â he urges, kissing your cheek and the corner of your lip. âRemind me who you belong to, come on my cock.â
You break with a muffled moan, Oscarâs hand doing everything to keep you quiet, eventually resorting to kissing you to drown out the noise. His lips are sloppy, but eager. You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure pulls you under.Â
âOkay,â Lando sighs, and you hear the footsteps fading away.Â
âOh fuck,â Oscar groans, barely above a whisper. âCan Iâ fuck, holy shitâ can I please fill you up? Please baby? Let meââ
Your legs lock around his waist, keeping him trapped against you. âPlease.â
His composure cracks ever so slightly, and he crumbles on top of you. His weight is heavenly, and itâs real, and for some reason, it makes you choke with emotion.Â
Oscar comes with a muffled whimper, and your arms tighten around his neck as he rides his own release. Each hot spurt of him inside you makes you shiver.Â
Eventually, he goes still. The only noise that fills the air is the sound of your heavy breathing, the weight of what just happened settling between the two of you.Â
âAre you okay?â Oscar draws back, his eyes searching your face for any sign that he may have hurt you. He seems satisfied when he doesnât find any, and you smile.Â
âBetter than okay,â you answer, brushing his hair away from his face. You reach forward, pulling his face down to kiss along every mark on his face. âAre you?â
Oscar pulls away carefully, and when you raise your eyebrow at him, he only smirks. âI will be,â he nods, slipping out of you with a hiss, hastily tucking himself back in his pants. âOnce I see this.âÂ
He parts your legs again, exposing your bare core to him. Youâre still sensitive, shivering from everything he had done to you just a few moments prior.Â
You feel him start to drip out of you, and Oscar lets out a breath. âFuck me,â he whispers, his finger trailing along your folds.Â
You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as Oscar sinks his finger inside you, pushing the white of his release deeper. You shiver, a moan slipping free.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers. âSo mine.â
He settles between your legs, kissing the inside of your thigh with reverence before reaching your clit. He presses his lips to you, carefully running his tongue over your sensitive skin.Â
âOscar,â you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes flutter.Â
His tongue dips down to your entrance, lapping at the mix of the two of you with the same urgency as a parched man. You canât hold back the sounds, the way your legs shake around his head with the over-sensitivity.Â
Seemingly satisfied, Oscar pulls back, kissing your clit one more time before traveling up your body and kissing you. He tastes like the two of you, all desperation and forbidden longing.Â
He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. âDonât marry him,â he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âPlease, Y/N, donât marry him.â
Youâre cold now, suddenly too aware of the chill in the air. You carefully wiggle out from underneath him, sitting up on the grass as you fix your hair.
âEven if I say no,â you start, your voice wavering slightly, âwhat would change? Youâre still my stepbrother.â
Oscar collapses onto his shirt, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, throwing an arm over his face. âIâm not,â he whispers. âIâve never been anything but stupidly in love with you.â
His admission hurts; you donât know what kills you more, the pain in his voice or the helpless feeling that settles in your chest. Thereâs nothing for you, no future where the two of you can make it work.
Even if you feel the same way.
Swallowing thickly, you push yourself off the ground, shaking off whatever grass clings to you. If there are marks on your dress, youâre already working on a story to tell about falling while looking for Oscar.
âI should go,â you say, clearing your throat, âbefore they send a search party out.â
Oscar doesnât answer, but you see the way his jaw tightens. Everything in you screams for him, and you so badly wish you could exist in a world where it would be possible to love each other.
But unfortunately, this isnât that world.
Without another word, you climb up the hill, leaving Oscar behind in the darkness of the golf course. You have a boyfriend to get back to, a story to set straight.