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hii can i order a sicilian crust with red sauce with sausage, olives, roasted artichokes, spinach, salami, buratta, rossted asparagus. with water and some sprite. no dessert. served by ollie bearman and kimi antonelli 🫡 if its not too much, thank youuu💓💓💓

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex sausage "Better not waste a drop" olives "Swallow every last bit. NOW!" roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" salami "Such a little cum slut" burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" roasted asparagus "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it" water breeding kink sprite size kink dessert no served by Kimi and Ollie

Kimi x Ollie x reader

AN - Okay so I did age the boys up just a bit just so they're already in F1 full time! This is their 2nd or 3rd season, that parts not too important.

TW - breeding kink, lots of creampies, multiple orgasms, slight MxM (kissing)

WC 1800+

Y/N POV

"Kimi I need you and Ollie please," I whisper against my boyfriend's ear as we sit next to each other while we eat dinner with some of the grid after the first race of the new season.

"Okay, we'll head home soon. I think it's starting to wrap up," Kimi responds while leaning down to kiss the side of my head softly. Ollie's hand is still on my thigh on the other side teasing me making everything more difficult.

"Ollie, please stop, I can't take it anymore," I whisper into my other boyfriend's ear.

"We're almost done, you can handle a few more minutes of teasing. Have we spoiled you so much you can't even handle being teased anymore?" Ollie questions with a raised brow making me whine softly and shake my head no even though truth be told Kimi and Ollie had spoiled me over the years making it more difficult to sit through their teasing touches.

When we finally left we get into the car and I sit in the back with Kimi while Ollie was driving us back.

"Can I please kiss Kimi?" I ask Ollie knowing I need permission for both men before I can't do anything. Ollie looks at us through the rear view mirror before giving us a little nod.

"Please," I whisper to Kimi making him smile and pull me in for a kiss.

"Fuck, taste like that expensive wine Carmen kept serving you," Kimi groans against my lips referring to the wine his teammate's girlfriend and I had been sharing all night.

"I need you in me please," I whine against his lips making him laugh and shake his head.

"Soon enough, amour," Kimi tells me as we pull up to the Monaco apartment.

When we finally get into the apartment Ollie is pulling me in almost instantly and placing his lips on mine.

“I'm gonna put a baby in you tonight," Ollie groans against my lips while his hands trail down to my waist where he pulls me in closer letting me feel how hard he is through his brown slacks he had worn to dinner tonight.

"Ollie please, need you so bad. Need both of you so bad," I whimper against his lips.

"We'll take care of you, patience pretty girl," Ollie replies back before picking me up and letting my legs wrap around his waist so he can carry me into our room where he drops me on the bed and Kimi is on me within seconds. Kimi had already stripped down into just his boxers so I was able to run my nails over his bare shoulders.

"Fuck, been thinking about fucking you all night," Kimi groans against my lips as Ollie strips out of his clothes just left in a pair of boxers. Kimi makes quick work of pulling my dress off leaving me in just my bra and panties which are both gone within moments. Once I was completely bare under Kimi Ollie climbs into the bed and angles my head to take his length into my mouth while Kimi brings his mouth down to my clit making me moan around Ollie's cock.

"Fuck," Ollie groans when I start bobbing my head the best I can. Ollie can tell I was struggling which had him getting up onto his knees and then flipping my body over which had me on my hands and knees for both the men. I waste no time in taking Ollie back into my mouth while he grips into my hair and starts face fucking me making me choke on gags and moans while Kimi continues to eat me out.

I'm so lost in pleasuring Ollie I don't even notice Kimi had stopped pleasuring my pussy until he's pushing his massive length deep into my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I moan loudly around Ollie's cock making him hiss at the added vibration before pulling me off his cock to let me adjust to the new sensations coursing through my body.

"Fuck," I moan loudly before bringing my face back down to Ollie's cock and letting him start thrusting back into my mouth.

"Fanculo," Kimi grunts in Italian making me clench around him loving to hear him speak his native language.

"l- I'm not gonna last long," Kimi grunts out as his hips start to falter slightly.

"Fuck, fill her up," Ollie grunts holding himself back from unloading his cum into my mouth.

"Fuck," Kimi grunts as his thrusts start to slow down slightly before he sends on final thrust deep into my pussy before unleashing a hot load deep into my pussy making me whimper when I feel his cum hitting the gummy walls of my tight pussy.

"Fuck, she didn't finish," Kimi says clearly upset.

"She's holding back, I can tell. Finger her until she cums," Ollie tells Kimi while I still have my mouth stuffed with Ollie's cock which is quickly removed when I start screaming due to Kimi's fast and relentless fingers fucking into me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cry out when I feel the orgasm I had wanted all night finally unleash.

"Fuck," I cry again when I feel myself start squirting all over Kimi's fingers having a double orgasm.

"Fuck, she cums so well for you," Ollie grunts while pulling Kimi in for a quick kiss while they trade places.

"Fuck, Ollie," I moan when Ollie slips deep into my pussy giving me no time to adjust to his size. Ollie was bigger than Kimi, not that Kimi was small by any means but when Ollie pushes into me even after Kimi has fucked me I can still feel the burn of being stretched out.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," Ollie grunts out while thrusting his hips into mine.

Kimi is sitting in front of me letting me rest my head on his thigh while Ollie continues to fuck into me.

"Fuck, Oliver," I moan loudly which has Kimi looking down at me with a smirk knowing I only called them their full names when I was mad or so lost in pleasure I could barely think.

"She's so fucking blissed out right now," Kimi says with a smirk while softly stroking my face with his finger.

"I'm gonna cum again," I whisper softly through moans.

"Cum for Ollie," Kimi tells me softly while Ollie speeds up his thrusts.

"Fuck," I cry when my third orgasm hits me almost making me collapse onto the bed but Ollie holds me up by my hips.

"Get Kimi hard again," Ollie grunts clearly getting close to his orgasm.

"Don't fucking cum Kimi, we're filling her up tonight," Ollie grunts which quick has Kimi taking my hair into his hands before leaning down slightly and spitting into my open mouth.

"Swallow every last bit. NOW!" Kimi grunts roughly making me swallow instantly before his length was shoved into my mouth making me whimper while I feel Ollie's hips shudder slightly before unleashing another load into my abused pussy.

"She's so good for us," Kimi grunts as I work my mouth on his hardening length. I feel Ollie slowly slipping his cock out of my pussy before sending down a harsh slap on my ass making me jump and whimper at the sudden pain.

"Better not waste a drop," Ollie says while shoving his fingers into my pussy and pushing his and Kimi's cum back into my pussy making me whimper at how rough he is being. "Such a little cum slut," Ollie adds making me whimper when I feel his fingers graze my swollen G-spot.

"You ready for her Kimi?" Ollie asks softly while making his way over to where Kimi was currently fucking my mouth.

"Fanculo, ya," Kimi grunts while pulling me off his cock and moving behind me while Ollie takes Kimi's place once again.

"Doing so well for us tonight, been such a good girl," Ollie tells me before leaning down and kissing me softly before he sits down in front of me.

"Fuck Kimi," I moan while trying to crawl away just from feeling the tip of his cock pushing into me.

"Too much," I cry as he pulls me back onto his cock.

"Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it," Kimi grunts while starting to fuck into my overstimulated pussy.

"Fuck," I cry when I feel another orgasm start to build again.

"I'm gonna cum," I moan loudly which has Kimi speeding up his thrusts pulling another squirting orgasm out of me.

"Fuck," I cry out while still cumming all over Kimi's cock.

"Fanculo," Kimi grunts one last time before thrusting one final time and cumming deep into my pussy again.

"I can't doing anymore please," I say softly while letting my body collapse against the mattress.

"How many was that? three... I think we're gonna give you another" Ollie says softly while Kimi picks up my body and turns me around so Ollie can take me in missionary.

"How are you going again," I ask more stunned he was ready to go again.

"Watching you cum for us is the easier turn on possible," Ollie whispers against my lips before placing a kiss on them then moving to Kimi and placing a softly kiss on his lips.

I'm sitting in Kimi's outstretched legs relaxing my back against his chest while his arms are wrapped around my hips in a soothing comfort.

"Can we give you one more love?" Ollie asks being serious knowing my body was exhausted.

"No more after," I state sternly looking up at Ollie making him smile and nod.

"No more, but fuck we wanna see you swell with our babies," Ollie replies back making me smile softly.

"Oh Ollie," I moan when I feel the tip of his cock slip into my overused pussy. Being as sensitive as I was Ollie stretching me out right now is extremely overwhelming but I would be lying if I said I didn't love it when they got like this.

"Fuck," Ollie grunts as he starts thrusting into my pussy making me whimper at the overstimulation.

I feel Kimi bring his fingers down to my clit giving them a gentle rub making me scream out and instantly start cumming all over Ollie's cock.

"Fuck, I forgot how sensitive she was," Kimi says moving his fingers away not wanting to make the pleasure too much.

"Hold me please," I cry out making Kimi instantly tighten his grip around my waist knowing I need help staying grounded.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Ollie grunts leaning down and kissing me as he unleashes another massive load deep into my pussy.

"Please no more," I cry out again turning my body into Kimi's chest letting him pull me up into his lap so I can cuddle into his chest.

"We're done, did so good for us," Kimi whispers against my head before moving me to look up at him as he places a soft kiss on my lips.

can you do a ollie bearman x model reader x kimi antonelli smut?

“ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ” ( ollie bearman & kimi antonelli ! )

SUMMARY: after doing a lingerie walk on the runway, you barely have time to catch your breath before the boys make it clear—now, it’s their show.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: contains mature (18+) themes! threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, eiffel tower, praising, degredation, pet names, nipple sucking, language, kind of ooc.

pairing: ollie bearman x model!reader x kimi antonelli

a/n: *clutches the holy water*

YOU JUST STEPPED off the runway, the lights still flashing behind your eyes like an image burned into your memory. Your heels clicked against the hallway floor, passing the quiet buzz of crew and models, all half-dressed and mid-prep, but your focus tunneled in on one thing: the presence behind you.

Two of them. You didn’t even have to look. You knew.

The soft click of the door behind you was followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock sliding shut.

“You looked incredible out there,” Ollie murmured, voice low and molten. “That last set you wore…” A slow exhale left his lips. “You were practically begging for trouble.”

“She always is,” Kimi added, voice rougher, darker. “Especially when she knows we’re watching.”

Still facing the mirror, you smiled to yourself, fingers running through your hair with practiced ease—like your skin wasn’t already humming for their touch.

“Trouble?” you said, lifting a brow.

Ollie stepped forward first, his hand brushing down your arm. “Irresistible,” he corrected, fingertips grazing over the sheer lingerie. “This is new, yeah?”

You nodded, your breath catching as Kimi closed the distance behind you, the room suddenly smaller, the air thick with something heavier than post-show adrenaline.

“You have no idea how hard we’re going to ruin you tonight,” Kimi whispered at your ear.

The moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Ollie leaned in, lips brushing the curve of your shoulder. “Shh… you don't want people to know how much of a slut you are, do you?” His breath ghosted over your skin.

Kimi’s hands were already on your waist, bold and steady, his chest brushing yours from behind as Ollie stepped in closer. The press of their bodies against you made your knees falter.

“You looked like a fucking dream out there,” Ollie whispered, low and possessive. “But now you’re ours.”

They took their time. Every movement was intentional, reverent, teasing. Ollie slipped in behind you, brushing your hair to one side.

“This neck,” he murmured, lips dragging across your pulse. “Always so sensitive.”

His tongue flicked against the spot below your ear, and then his teeth grazed your skin—just enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs press together. “God,” you whispered.

Ollie caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face to his. “Don’t you dare look away,” he growled. “I want to watch every second of you falling apart for us.”

Kimi was already kneeling, eyes locked on yours as his hands slid up your thighs. His mouth found the inside of one, kissing it slowly—hot, firm—lingering just beside where you needed him most. He didn’t move higher. Not yet.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured.

Ollie’s hands moved to the straps of your lingerie, sliding them down your arms inch by agonizing inch. The fabric dropped, baring you to the cool air and the warmth of his gaze. He bent forward, lips brushing your collarbone, before descending—slow, careful—until his mouth closed around your breast.

A sharp gasp escaped you. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked gently, hand cradling the other with careful pressure. You arched into him, completely at their mercy.

“Perfect,” Ollie murmured. “You always are.”

Meanwhile, the last bit of lace slipped from your hips, leaving you bare. Kimi groaned softly beneath his breath.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered. His finger dragged slowly from your clit to your entrance, teasing the slickness there before pushing in just enough to make you whimper.

“So wet already?” His smirk was wicked.

You nodded, breathless. “Mhm.”

His tongue followed—first a flick, then a slow, deliberate stroke that had your knees buckling. His fingers kept working you open, his hot tongue locked onto your clit, licking and sucking it desperately, knowing the effect it has on you.

"I love the way you taste," Kimi praised against your cunt, "You taste so fucking sweet, sweetheart."

You reached behind you, trying to grip Ollie, ground yourself in something.

Ollie’s lips found yours again—hot, urgent, hungry. His hands held your waist steady as he kissed you deep, while Kimi devoured you merciless.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ollie murmured into your mouth.

You whimpered into the kiss, the coil in your stomach getting tighter but before it could snap, Kimi pulled back, licking his lips with a smirk.

“Close?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, trembling. “Y-yeah…”

“Not yet,” Ollie whispered, biting your earlobe. “Not until you beg.”

“I need you,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Both of you.”

“Good girl,” Kimi praised, voice molten.

Ollie turned you gently, guiding you forward onto the couch as Kimi rose to stand before you. Your back pressed against Ollie’s chest, his hands roaming over your waist as he bent you forward slightly.

“Trust us,” Ollie murmured into your ear, his breath sending another wave of heat through your body. “We’ve been thinking about this one for a while.”

Kimi’s bulge was level with your face, his expression dark and amused.

“Have you ever tried this one?” he asked, teasingly.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

“Then you’re in for a fucking treat.”

Ollie’s hips pressed against your backside, his belt unbuckling behind you. You could hear the zip, feel the heat of him through his boxers, rubbing against you just enough to make you squirm.

“Feel this? It’s just for you.” He said in a low voice.

You were bent over before Kimi, hands sliding up his thighs with a quiet urgency, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants.

He smirked down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement at your neediness.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he muttered, voice rich and low. “Impatient already?”

Your eyes met his, wide and wanting. “Please,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I want you, Kimi. I need you.”

His gaze burned into yours. “Begging suits you,” he said, letting the words drag. “But since our pretty girl asked so nicely…”

Kimi’s fingers moved to the button of his trousers, but before he could finish, your hands covered his, stopping him.

“Can I?” you said, voice soft—pleading.

His expression darkened with something deeper, something feral. “How could I say no to that, pretty?”

You eased the button open, pulling the zipper down with slow, hungry hands. His boxers strained against him, the dark fabric already wet where his arousal pressed against it.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the bulge—soft, teasing—your lips barely grazing the damp spot. Kimi groaned, hips twitching forward, the sound low and guttural.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head tipping back for a second. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Behind you, Ollie’s presence loomed—hot and electric. You felt the deliberate drag of his cock against your slick folds, slow and torturous. He coated himself in your arousal, teasing your entrance but not giving in.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Ollie’s voice was husky, threaded with restraint.

Your answer was a soft, desperate, “Mhm…”

The moment he began to push in, the stretch stole your breath. You gripped Kimi’s thighs for balance as a moan spilled from your lips.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Ollie groaned against you, his voice shaking with restraint as he sunk in deeper, stretching you out, letting you feel all of him inside you.

Kimi’s fingers grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, “Suck on it.”

You obeyed, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him with a pace that matched Ollie’s behind you. Then your lips met the tip—soft, teasing licks that made his breath hitch.

“That’s it… fuck, that’s our good girl,” Kimi whispered, jaw clenched.

You took your time, teasingly circling your tongue around his cock, letting each movement build the tension.

Kimi’s breath grew heavier, losing his composure. He immediately grabbed your hair tighter and started bucking his hips in a quick pace, practically fucking your mouth.

"You like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy? Like the whore you are." Kimi hissed.

Behind you, Ollie picked up the rhythm—each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and every drag of his voice in your ear only spurred you further.

“You’re being so good for us,” he growled. “Taking both of us like this… like you were made for it.”

His thrusts went a deeper and harder now, pushing your hips forward, letting you go straight forward into Kimi, forcing his cock to go deeper down into your throat.

You couldn’t speak—your throat too tight, your mouth too full. Instead, your eyes fluttered up to meet Kimi’s, glassy and desperate.

Kimi’s thumb brushed your cheek, just barely gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, letting the praise slip through grit teeth.

"Want me to cum on your mouth, pretty girl?" Kimi’s voice was low, a teasing edge in his tone, while you only hummed in response.

"I'm going to cum on your throat until you choke, fuck—" He moaned as he covers your throat with his thick white cum, you swallowed all of them instantly moaning at the taste.

"Such a good girl," He praised, "Look at you, so fucking cock drunk, right now," He chuckled darkly.

“She’s close,” Ollie muttered to Kimi, voice hushed and reverent.

Kimi chuckled darkly. “Yeah? Let’s push her over, then.”

Ollie reached out his hand towards your clit and started circling it, sending shockwaves throughtout your body, feeling your knees getting weak with each second.

You whimpered, body tight and shaking. Every touch, every sound, every filthy, beautiful word was too much—but not enough.

Kimi stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, gentler now. “You can let go,” he said, voice dipping into something softer.

The world blurred. You clung to the edge, nails pressing into Kimi’s thighs, hips pushing back into Ollie like instinct. Pleasure coiled in your stomach, hot and dangerous, threatening to snap—

And then, in one breathless second, it did.

Your cry was muffled against Kimi's cock—while Ollie held you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin as your body trembled between them.

"Fuck, you're so tight, princess…" Ollie groaned as he rattled himself inside of you, chasing his orgasm. You could feel the way he twitched deep inside.

The way you clenched around him in that moment—tight, pulsing, overwhelming—was all it took to send him spiraling after you, covering your walls with his cum, his breath stuttering as he buried himself deep.

You were trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you like waves—but they didn’t ease up. Not completely. Not yet.

Ollie hadn’t pulled out. His hands still held your hips with a bruising grip, thumbs dragging slow circles into your skin like he was calming you down and winding you back up at the same time.

You eased back, letting Kimi’s cock slip from your lips, a breathless murmur escaping you. “I feel so full…” you whispered, thighs trembling as you feel Ollie's cum slowly trickled down from your full pussy to your legs.

“You thought we were done?” Kimi rasped above you. “Not even close.”

HII HELLO UM CONGRATS ON 1K!!! could i get 41, 46 & 47 with charles leclerc? thanks twin love ur work🤟🤟

HOW MANY SECRETS CAN YOU KEEP?

1K SPECIAL - CL16

Panty stealing + Overstimulation + Femdom

SUMMARY: You catch Charles snooping through your things, and you decide to teach him a proper lesson…

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

WARNINGS: Handjob, overstimulation, Submissive Pervert!Charles, panty sniffing, smut, this was filthy omfg

FEATURING: Charles Leclerc x Reader

NOTE: First Charles fic? I actually can’t believe it. I love Charles :(

IT STARTED AS A ONE TIME THING. That’s how most bad habits begin—little accidents that turn into a sort of addiction. Charles didn’t mean to, but when he was gathering your clothes to take down to the laundry room, he pocketed a pair of underwear that fell out. It was unintentional, and he meant to put them in with the rest of the clothes, but it totally slipped his mind.

Later, when he was missing you bad, he just happened to stumble across them again. He pulled them out innocently, but the smell hit his nose as something feral churned within him. He brought them to his nose, desperately inhaling the scent that lingered: Your delicious pussy.

He didn’t mean to, he swears, but he found himself stroking his own cock, your panties wrapped tight around his shaft. He threw them in the wash after coating them in his sticky cum, promising to never commit such a filthy act again.

But he did anyway.

The next few times just… Happened, you know? You guys finished up, and when he went to gather a towel to clean you up, he just kept scooping the panties up and stuffing them into the pockets of his sweatpants, using them once again—long after you had fallen asleep, full and satisfied. Charles couldn’t believe how oblivious you were. You’d ask him if he knew where your underwear disappeared to, he’d deny it, and then a day later they’d appear in your drawers like nothing happened. You didn’t have a clue.

Or, at least he thought that.

You were fully aware of what he was doing. You knew because one day you happened to wake up after he had essentially fucked you to sleep, your ears immediately met with his stifled groans and whimpers as he jacked off into your lacy undergarments. You found it amusing, so you let him carry on, wondering how far he’d take it.

A lot further than you expected, that’s for sure.

It was nice having Charles play the dominant role, but eventually it got to be tiring always being the one out of control. So, you decided to confront him about his little… Thievery.

You opened your bedroom door, poking your head inside. There he was, shuffling through your underwear drawer like he was looking for a specific pair. You leaned against the frame, your arms crossed over your chest. He had yet to notice you until you cleared your throat.

The racer froze.

“Whatcha doin?” You smirked. Charles slowly spun around, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to spawn in some excuse.

“I, uh…” He cleared his own throat and scratched the back of his neck. “I was just putting your clothes away.”

“What clothes?”

“The ones I washed…”

You blinked, shaking your head. “I did the laundry, Charlie,” You purred, swaying your hips as you walked towards him. “I know what you’ve been doing, I’m not stupid.”

“What… What do you mean, mon ange?” His breath was light. Charles looked down at you, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. He was slowly beginning to crack.

“You know what I mean.” You grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back against the bed. He fell back to sit on the edge, tilting his head back to look up at you. “You’ve been stealing my panties,” You began as you climbed onto his lap, trailing your fingers up his chest. “Jerking off with them.”

He swallowed thickly, scooting back further with your guidance. Charles had his back against the headboard, his legs sprawled out in front of him. He wanted to say something—come up with a witty remark and turn things around—but he couldn’t. Not when you were climbing over the bed like an animal in heat, kissing his neck so sensually.

“I think you deserve to be punished.” You nipped at his earlobe. Your delicate hands pawed at his pants, palming his erection and drawing out a whine from his pillowy lips, wet from his own saliva after he darted his tongue out nervously.

“Please-” He shuddered, eyes squeezed shut.

“Please what?”

You watched as his head tilted forward, eyes opening just to stare at his growing erection with heavy eyelids. “Please punish me.”

You giggled, tugging on his hair. You forced his head back, making him lock eyes with you. “Good boy.”

You freed his aching cock so mercifully, your soft palms dragging up and down the underside of his pretty cock. The tip was leaking pre-cum, painted a soft rosy red from the strain against his clothing. He groaned, gripping the sheets and trying to restrain himself from fucking his dick against your hand. Be cool, Charles.

“Yeah, you like that?” You hummed in a sweet honeyed tone that nearly made him bust prematurely.

“Yes,” He whimpered, his mouth slightly agape and his eyebrows knitted together. You giggled at the sight, pressing a kiss to his forehead as a form of appraisal. He shuddered upon contact.

You wrapped your hands around him now, applying just slight pressure on the base. You ran the thumb of your other finger across the tip, and Charles let out the most delicious little cry. His hips jerked upwards, desperate for friction.

“You’re so pretty, Charles.” You tilted his chin up. “Look at me, pretty boy.”

You started to stroke him, and every muscle in his body twitched. His moans were beautiful, making your own arousal grow. You then applied your other hand to the equation, which only made Charles get louder. He was close. You could tell—his breath got caught in his throat, and his loud cries turned into breathy little whines.

And then he came. His cum shot out from the tip, coating your hands in the sticky white substance, as well as his own stomach, which was now visible as his shirt rode up. You hummed, tutting with disappointment.

“You’re supposed to tell me when you’re gonna come, Char.” You sat up on your knees, shimmying out of your pajama pants. He eyed your pajamas, eyelids heavy as he came down from his previous orgasm. “Let’s try again.”

You slid your panties off, and brought them to his nose. He greedily inhaled your scent, a shaky hand grabbing the garment to further press it against his nose. You let go, and he continued to hold on for dear life.

You started to stroke him again, nails raking the sensitive skin. His sounds were muffled this time, teeth gripping the skimpy fabric. He rutted into your hands, desperate to come again. You smirked, whispering praises of encouragement.

“You gonna come, Charles? Use your words, baby.” You sped up, and so did his noisy cries.

“I’m coming, mon ange-! Please, let me come!”

“Good boy. Come for me, yes,” And with your approval, he released yet another spurt of his seed. He slumped back against the headboard, eyes shut. His consciousness was slowly slipping away. Charles gasped and panted for breath.

“Please, no more…”

“You did so good, Charles.” You wiped your hands on his thighs, kissing his cheeks and nose gently. You peppered him with loving kisses. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

45 with lando and oscar?👀

DOUBLE THE PLEASURES LIKE DOUBLE THE FUN!

1K SPECIAL - OP81 + LN4

Threesome

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Oscar, seems oddly possessive lately. It’s putting a rift in the team, so you come up with a solution.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: Threesome, Smut, double penetration, implied Landoscar, slight hint of hate sex

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris

NOTE: MEEEEEEEEEEEOWW. Also I didn’t do a great job with this one but. It’s not awful…

SOMETHING HAD BEEN BOTHERING OSCAR ALL DAY. He was quiet. Too quiet. Sure, the guy usually kept to himself, but around you he was considerably more open. However, right now Oscar seemed somewhat icy. He finished qualifying, landing at pole position. It should have been a major celebration, but Oscar wasn’t having it today.

You walked up behind where he sat, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his scalp. He grumbled under his breath. “What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, hands smoothing out the front of his shirt.

“Nothing,” He replied shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, that’s clearly not true.” You pulled back from him and walked around the sofa, seating yourself beside him. Oscar’s gaze drifted away and he gave a cold shrug. “Love, please talk to me.”

“Have you ever noticed how touchy Lando is?” He asked, still avoiding your gaze. You tilted your head in confusion. Was this jealousy, or discomfort? You had never seen your boyfriend jealous before. He was always so calm and collected, trusting you fully. But this was different, because it was his own teammate. Someone he knew personally.

“No? I think he’s just friendly.” You shrugged. Oscar sighed.

“No, it’s not that. He’s always so excited around you— Too excited. I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting but it feels like he’s expecting more from you.”

“Hm. Well, unfortunately for him, I’m not interested in anyone but my boyfriend.” You leaned in, planting a firm kiss on his lips. He smiled against you, seemingly satisfied with that.

You thought that would be the end, then. But it wasn’t.

Of course it wasn’t.

You could notice the bad blood on Oscar’s part over the next few days. Every time Lando said anything, he was met with a rather bitter response from his teammate, or even a sarcastic eye roll. One day you even walked in on them arguing, and that was just your breaking point.

“Enough!” You yelled out, catching both of them off guard. They looked towards you, frozen in place. “I’m sick of you two acting all weird. What is going on?!”

“Well, Lando clearly has a thing for you!”

“Yeah, you know what, Oscar? I do!” Lando yelled back, standing up. Your eyes widened, and your gaze flew to your boyfriend, who was nearly seething. You had never seen him angry before. “I liked her way longer than you did!”

“Are you fucking-”

“Oh my God. Both of you, shut up!” You huffed, throwing your hands up in the air. “Clearly you need to work this out somehow. Like…”

The room fell silent as you slowly smirked, your gaze shifting between the two of them. They stared at you, and then at each other.

YOUR GRAND IDEA WASN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED. Of course they both agreed: Lando would get one chance at a threesome, one chance to impress you, and then after that he’d just have to move on. Except in your head you weren’t exactly imagining yourself sandwiched between the two of them, Oscar instructing his teammate on how to pleasure you.

You were lifted up, your legs on either side of Lando’s hips. Oscar held you up from behind.

“Idiot,” Your boyfriend seethed. “You can’t just shove it in, you have to go slow…” You leaned back against him, his strong arms supporting you. He pressed a kiss to your scalp, muttering, “You’re doing so good.”

“Sorry,” Lando mumbled. He held your hip, his other hand slowly guiding his cock to your entrance again. He pushed the tip past your folds, which were wet with Oscar’s saliva already. He bit his lip to stifle a groan as he gently slid his way in. You moaned, tossing your head back with a giggle.

“Feel good?” Oscar asked, his hands reassuringly squeezing your breasts. You nodded while forcing your eyes open to look into his. He still seemed somewhat pent up, like he was waiting to get his anger out too.

“Shit, it’s tight,” Lando grunted, sheathing his length all the way inside your hole. You whined, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders to anchor yourself. Oscar still held you up, his hands wandering over your naked body.

“Go slow,” Oscar instructed. He placed his chin atop your head, watching with a calculating gaze as Lando began to thrust in and out. You whined, your body instinctively pressing back against Oscar’s chest. “I got you,” He whispered, pressing kisses along the back of your neck.

“Faster,” You choked out. Lando looked up, his eyes seeking out Oscar’s instead of yours. Your boyfriend nodded, and he picked up the pace. With every thrust, your body grew more and more weak to his touch. He definitely wasn’t as good as your boyfriend, but Oscar knew his way around by now. He knew every little sensitive spot that made you melt. Which is why you tilted your head back, eyes droopy and mouth agape.

“Hm?” He hummed, brushing a strand of hair, damp with sweat, away from your forehead. You pulled him down for an upside down kiss.

“I want you inside me,” You stuttered, barely able to get the words out. Lando continued his movements, oblivious to your side conversation. He just needed that quick pleasure, desperate for release.

“Are you sure you can handle two, love?” He stared at you with adoration. For a moment, you completely forgot about the other ministrations happening below you. You nodded weakly, and Oscar shrugged. “Alright.”

He shuffled out of his pants and boxers, slowly sliding in his cock beside Lando’s. It took a bit of patience, waiting for your hole to stretch out enough to fit his length inside. He held you softly, whispering words of praise in your ear nonstop. Your whole body shuddered, your first orgasm of the night washing over you just as Oscar squeezed his way in.

It felt incredible. For you, for Oscar, for Lando. The room immediately got loud with moans from all three of you. Lando was getting close, but he continued pushing because he wanted to outlast his teammate.

“You feel so good, love,” Oscar whined in your ear. Lando grunted in agreement, pulling your body closer to him. Oscar helped push you forward, your arms wrapped around Lando’s neck. Your chests were pushed together, and your boyfriend’s chest was flush to your back.

“I think I’m gonna-” Lando spluttered, his statement cut off by a deep, guttural groan.

“Come,” Oscar instructed, locking eyes with his teammate. Lando looked to him for approval. “Not inside, stupid.” His teammate fumbled as he pulled out. Your hand stroked him, helping the poor guy release onto your stomach. You giggled, your mind completely cock drunk at this point.

“Osc,” You cried out as he continued to fuck into you from behind. Lando was rubbing his softening cock against your bare thighs, still propping you up from the front.

“I’m close,” He whispered, his pace growing more rough. You came first, and Oscar helped you ride out your high before he spilled deep inside you. He pulled out, his cum dripping from your hole. You collapsed, and he slowly scooped your weak body into his arms, laying you down on the hotel mattress behind him. “You did so good, baby.”

Lando, without even being instructed to, ran off to get a towel to help clean you up. Oscar laid beside you, holding you close to his body as he peppered your face and neck in soft kisses. You hummed in delight.

“He didn’t do too bad.”

“Yeah?” He massaged your sore hips, kneading the muscle with his strong hands.

“Yeah.”

“Well maybe we can invite him again sometime.” Seems like your boyfriend went from jealous to needy in the span of an hour.

This is my main Masterlist (of drivers currently on the grid)

You can also check out my Not currently on the grid masterlist, series masterlist , WAG masterlist, GIF Blurbs, Halloween Event masterlist, EOC Masterlist and Prompt list

Warning: these are all smut, see bottom of post for notes and answers to asks/thoughts.

Lando Norris

Landoscar Masterlist (x other people)

More to love - Plussize!reader ~ 1.1k

Bend over - gn!reader ~ 0.6k (pt2) ~0.7k

Always the quiet ones - innocent!reader ~1.5k

Logan needs some love - Loscar x reader ft. Lando ~ 3.5k

How to tame your brat ~ 3.4k

The Hilton cuck chair - Lando x reader ft Max F ~ 2.1k

Post F175 - blurb

Max Verstappen

Make the boy jealous ~ 1.3k

S(t)imulation racing ~ 1.6k

Hospital blues - driver!reader ~ 1k

Option two - Max x franco x reader ~ 3.7k

The one ~ 2.2k

Ode to the Vertitties - gn!reader ~ 0.6k

Charles Leclerc

Post Race sex (with a twist) - gn!reader ~0.3k

You speak french ??? - gn!reader engineer!reader french!reader~ 1.5k

Making headlines - journalist!reader ~ 2.8k

"It is I, Leclerc" - ferrari!wife!reader ~ 1k

More than friends - driver!reader x Charlos ~ 4.8k

Perverts - OnlyFans!reader ~ 4.4k

Meanwhile at Ferrari - teammate!reader ~ 1.3k

Daddies - Charlos x reader ~ 2.2k

Opportunities - Charlos x divorced!reader ~ ?

Liam Lawson

Précoce - blurb

I hate you (Liam's version) - gn!reader ~ 1.6k

Idiots - lawsunoda ~ 4.5k

George Russell

Love at first fuck ~0.7k

The problem with George - Galex+Lily ~ 2k

Familiar voice - raceengineer!reader ~ 1.4k

Make you a mother ~ 1.6k

Compensating ~ 1.4k

Oscar Piastri

She's the best - loscalex x reader ~1.9k

Good Friend ~ 1.2k

Rivalry is the best aphrodisiac ~ 2k

Take it out on my puss me ~ 1.6k

The video ~ 1.3k

Too tired to get naked - gn!driver!reader ~ 0.7k

I hate you (Oscar's version) - ex!reader ~ 3k

Hidden depravity -innocent!reader ~1.9k part2

Perfect to me - pregnant!reader ~ 1.3k

Punishment - Carcar ~ 2k

Golf lessons - Carcar ~ 2.7k

Mr Army Man - Military!Oscar & reader ~ 3.6k

Aussie kisses - Daniel x Oscar x reader ~ 3.1k

Fernando Alonso

Drive me up the wall ~ 7.5k

Giving head - gn!reader ~ 0.420k

Something in the air that night ~ 2k

Carlos Sainz

Podium celebration - carlandoscar x reader ~0.8k

Not in the mood ~ 2k

The untitled foursome - Carlos x Oscar x Lando x reader ~ 2.3k

More than friends - driver!reader x Charlos ~ 4.8k

Punishment - Carcar ~ 2k

Golf Lessons - Carcar ~ 2.6k

Daddies - Charlos x reader ~ 2.2k

Jealous of the twink - Carlos x Franco x Nano x reader ~ 4.1k

Opportunities - Charlos x divorced!reader ~

Stupid Challenge ~ blurb

Yuki Tsunoda

Anniversary dinner ~ 1.3k

Insatiable - Nyukierre ~ 1.6k

Idiots - lawsunoda ~ 4.5k

We'll always have Shanghai - Yuki x Isack ~ 1.8k

Alex Albon

She's the best - loscalex x reader ~1.9k

The hitman and the spy ~ 2.4k

The problem with George - Galex+Lily ~ 2k

Ollie Bearman

All tied up ~ 1.1k

Riding on the edge ~ 1k

A Better Offer - Ollie x Franco x reader ~ 4.2k

Pierre Gasly

Insatiable - Nyukierre ~ 1.6k

Jack Doohan

Sports Car - gn!reader ~ 0.7k

Jack of all trades - teamboss!reader ~ ?

Kimi Antonelli

Overwhelmed ~ blurb

Isack Hadjar

Whore - blurb

Thoughts/asks:

-> George is a boob man, pass it on

-> Oscar needs to get fucked until he cries

-> Writing an explicit song about your bf

-> Using his wealth to have fun wherever you want

-> Are they service tops/doms?

-> more top/bottom discourse

-> Cuddles and kisses with needy Oscar

-> Liam being mean (various drabbles)

-> Max x Yuki (part of the mean Liam AU)

-> Ode to the Vertitties

-> Sending them a spicy pic / rookies version

-> What the old men think about tits

Notes:

See my rules for requesting in the wip masterlist

Even though my reader characters usually have vaginas, I do my best to not gender them so anyone can read them (I also never talk about weight, height or skin colour).

I also have a few actual gender neutral works that are clearly marked above, or you can look for them in the tag # gn reader :)

Also I don't use names or Y/N or anything bc i hate writing with that even though i don't mind reading it (idk i'm weird like that)

This my Landoscar fic Masterlist

(Or my main masterlist is getting a bit full so i had to move a few links lmao)

Going Commando ~ 0.6k

Jealous (Oscar's first win) ~ 1k

The Honeymoon - 1.9k

Size Queen - 2.1k

It started with a handshake - 1k

Bottom ~ 1k

Doctor Piastri ~ 1k The makeup artist - landoscar x reader ~2k

Poker? I hardly know her! - landoscar x reader ~ 3.8k

Podium celebration - carlandoscar x reader ~ 0.8k

The untitled foursome - carlandoscar x reader ~ 2.3k

Drabbles n' Thots

Oscar has a hand kink

Pegging Lando ft. Oscar

Tiny dick Oscar

| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔, 𝐥𝐧𝟒)

★ : Dom!Charles x Dom!Lando x inexperienced!Reader

Pt1, Pt2, Pt4

★ : 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: when Charles needed some help to explain what other sexual thing he could do to his girlfriend.

★ : 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: SMUT!, threesome, oral (fem and male), anal, dirty talk, mention of different kinks, praising, degrading, orgasm control, fingering, overstimulation, edging, sex toys, dom/sub situation, needy reader, begging kink, a lot of foreplay, voyeurism kink, spanking (ass, and clit), slight BDSM, hair pulling, spitting, extreme mean Charles, and more that I probably missed

★: 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: Part 3 and omg Charles and lando threesome been on my list of books. So what better not then to freaking do it with this small series. Please if you want more series just asked and I will deliver. Hope you enjoy!!

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As I get ready for a little dinner with Charles and his friends, he told me to dress nice. Then I see him come in the room with a box making me looking at him weird. “What is that” I asked putting earrings making him smirk at me. But not any smirk, it was your in trouble smirk making me feel a bit nervous. "You know how we said we were gonna be more open to sexual things" He said as I nod before looking at him.

"Do you trust me" He whispered in my ear making me nod instantly. He takes out a pair of panties, giving them to me while I look at him completely confused. “I already have panties on” I reminded him causing him to smirk. “Just take those off. These are better” He grumbled grabbing my waist and pulling me close to his body. I do what he wanted placing the panties I had on, on the table before he grabbed me and kissed my neck. “Today is gonna be so much fun. You’re gonna love it Ma chérie” He whispered nibbling on my neck while I put the new pair of panties on.

We finished getting ready, and went to the car. He opened the door for me, feeling myself blush. “Thank you baby” I say softly while I go into the car. “You’re welcome princess” He smirked while closing my door. He sat down on the drivers side holding my thigh. “Ready for this extremely boring dinner” He says dramatically while squeezing my thigh but something was off. He was wearing his smirk that was only around when he showed me stuff.

“Why are you smiling like that” I asked him making him snort out as if he knew something I didn’t. “No reason Mon amour just excited that’s all” he whispered as he drives to the place with his hand on my thigh rubbing it once in a while. I just ignored his smirk and continued to look out the window. Until I feel something vibrate against my pussy causing a gasp to leave my lips. “W-what is that” I moaned gripping his arm.

“Called vibrating panties and I have the control to them” He smirked making the settings go higher. I moaned loudly feeling the vibrations go directly on my clit, I squeeze my eyes shut and let the feeling take over. “So sensitive huh baby. Is it making your pretty pussy feel good" He mocked me feeling myself nod without a second thought. He stopped it letting me take a breather for a few minutes. He turned on the cold air since he saw me flushed and sweating. He started chuckling putting his hand back on my thigh like nothing happened. But I was soaking my panties praying it wouldn't leak to my dress.

"Were here" He smiled trying to act all innocent like he didn't just do the most evil thing ever. He gave the keys to the Valet and opened my door helping me out. All you could hear is people yelling for him and cameras flashing trying to ask questions. "Ready baby" He asked lovingly kissing my head. "Ready" I whispered the paparazzi still getting me a bit nervous. We made our way to the building his hand on the lower back guiding me through the crowd.

We went inside and go towards our table where all our friends were. I sat in the middle of Charle and Lando. About 30 minutes into the dinner I feel the vibrations on my clit making gasp. I looked at Charles with a shocked face since it was on full blast. "Y/n are you okay" Kika asked Pierres girlfriend and one of my best friends out of all of the wags, well her and Lily. "Yeah I-i'm okay" I stuttered trying to talk normal. Charles leaned into me whispering into my ear. "You think that's me love. It came with two controls, try to find out who has the second one" He smirked kissing my head.

I bite my tongue trying not to moan out loud and embarrass myself. All of a sudden I heard a snicker next to me, making me turn and see Lando biting his lip to not laugh hard. Then I hear Charles chuckle lowly finally connecting the dots. “You got Lando in on this” I whimpered as Lando turned the vibrator on once again. “I told you we were gonna teach you did I not” he smiled as he moves his hand under the table and slips two fingers into my panties.

Lando looked down watching Charles fingers slip into my tight hole. I bite my lip gripping landos thigh trying my hardest to hold in a loud moan. “Y/n are you sure you’re good” Kika asked again making sure everything was okay. “Yes I’m sure just my stomach it’s been hurting” I say lying through my teeth so she didn’t know what was going on under the table. “I can take you home Mon amour it’s not a big deal” Charles acts worried like he was the one doing all of this to me. “Yeah you should take her home she does not look well” Pierre says concerned about my healthy. He slips his fingers out of me, causing me to let go of Landos leg.

Charles gave Lando a small nod telling him to come with us. “Yeah I should get going to it’s getting late and I have some stuff to do with max tomorrow for a new video” Lando lied making everyone say bye to all three of us. “You better pray sweet girl because we’re not going easy” Lando whispered seductively in my ear causing me to gasp out.

On the drive home it was quiet, maybe a little too quiet. I was in the back seat while Lando and Charles were in the front checking on me through the mirror. "Tu vas bien là-bas Mon cher" Charles asked me softly causing me to nod my head yes. "Your gonna have so much fun okay, don't worry your pretty head" He reassured me putting his hand on my thigh. (Are you okay back there my dear)

I felt the car stop causing me to shiver a little bit knowing what’s gonna happen next. They both turn with their famous smirks on their face. “Ready baby” Charles whispered softly making me blush at his thick accent. “Yeah” I whispered looking down at my lap feeling a bit nervous. Lando opens my door helping me out, I grab onto his hand getting out. I smiled as I feel both of their hands on my waist holding me. I get lead up the stairs to mine and Charles bedroom. “Your heart is beating so fast princess. Are you nervous” Lando whispered in my ear feeling my panties getting soaked.

“No she’s not nervous, she’s horny” Charles smirked leading me upstairs. He opened the door holding me and pushing me on the bed. I whimpered slightly squeezing my thighs together. “What’s wrong darling is your pussy needy” lando teased rubbing my thighs softly making me open my legs wide. “No none of that, you know I don’t like when your a needy slut” Charles said sternly with his eye brow raised. “I’m sorry” I whimpered squeezing my thighs shut releasing some pressure from my went cunt.

“There’s my good girl” Charles said rubbing my body softly feeling myself lean in more. He kissed me softly holding my hair. I whimpered in the kiss as he starts getting more aggressive slipping his tongue in my mouth. I tried to keep up with his pace but I couldn’t which caused him to laugh a little bit at me. “Is my girl trying to keep up” he whispered in my neck as he gives it slightly kisses.

“Stop your being mean” I blushed bright red looking down at my lap. He just snickered at me with his eyes filled with pure lust. “Baby I’m not being mean, but if that’s what you want I’ll be meaner” he whispered with the most raspy voice I’ve heard. I whimpered the second I heard it, causing me to look at him and Lando.

“Aww are you wet, did he make you wet darling” Lando teased rubbing my thighs softly. He slowly massaged my thighs making me whimper. His hand slowly moved up to my pussy. Once his fingers made contact with my soaking panties he groaned rubbing them softly, giving me the tiniest bit of friction. I whined bucking my hips making Charles give me that look that says ‘behave’.

Lando went on his knees in front of me kissing my thighs gently. I looked down at him as he was leaving sloppy kisses all the way up to my core. He looked up at me to ask if he could take it off making me nod frantically. He chuckled softly taking off my panties looking at my pussy properly. “You have such a pretty pussy darling” he whispered to me his hot breath so close to it. Before I could answer he took a large strip from my hole to my clit making me moan. He started eating me out like he’s been doing it to me for years.

I moaned going to grip his hair but knowing the rules I had to ask permission. “Please may I touch you” I moaned as he sucked my clit as I tried to get my sentence out. He hummed against me holding my thighs tight to make sure I didn’t move away from his mouth. I cried out gripping his dark brown curls, my head thrown back in pure white hot pleasure from his skilled tongue. You could easily tell Lando has done this multiple times just by the way he was doing it.

I whined out getting so close to my orgasm and Charles knew by the way I was whining, so he immediately grabbed lando by the hair and pull him away from my pussy. “Mate what are you doing” Lando said a bit frustrated that he didn’t make me cum. “She’s close and she doesn’t deserve it yet” Charles explained making me whine out needing to cum. He gave me that scary look again causing me to behave in an instant. “Should he finger that pretty pussy I love Mon amour” He whispered in my ear before slapping my clit harshly, I whined from the slight stinging sensation. All I did was nod stupidly slowly getting dumber and dumber by the minute.

“Sweet baby is getting so dumb for us huh, drooling like a dumb girl” he mocked in a mean voice while I whined in protest. He just chuckled and told Lando to finger my pussy good. I gasped all the air out of my lungs when Lando slammed two of his thick fingers in my tight hole. It was the most toe curling pleasure I’ve felt in days. I screamed out as he fingered my tight hole fast and quick like it was his job. I tried to grab his wrist to slow him down but, Charles slapped my clit once more to stop me.

“Stop before you don’t get to cum the rest of the night” he warned causing me to whined loudly to him leaving my hands to the side. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach I feel all the time. “Close, please let me cum” I cried out as Lando’s fingers showed me no mercy. Once I said I was close he went even fast which I didn’t know it was possible but it was with Lando’s hand. “I don’t know Charles should we let her cum. Has she deserved it” Lando teased as he curled his fingers hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Probably not but should we just let her” Charles mocked back with that same smirk on his face. That smirk meant I wasn’t gonna cum not anytime soon. “No she shouldn’t” Lando says pulling his fingers out causing me to cry out even more. My eyes filled with tears from the denial of my orgasms, my body shaking from the pleasure and slight pain. “It’s okay chérie wanna know why” Charles grinned biting his lip looking at my fucked out body. “W-why” I mumbled feeling so tired to even talk.

“Because we’re gonna fuck you now. Want that, want me and lando to fill both of your tight holes” he teased pulling my hair so I could look up at him. All I did was nod before laying my head down gently. He took out the lube and a vibrator which I knew they were gonna torture me with. “Go easy on her. This is her first time doing anal” Charles mentioned looking at lando with a stern look.

“Don’t worry mate she’s in good hand” Lando chuckled with his British accent getting more apparent. He slowly put lube on his fingers on my puckered hole, before slowly pushing in one finger in. I whimpered at the new feeling I felt, I clenched right away trying to get used to it. “Relax darling it’ll get better soon” he whispered slowly scissoring it to stretch it out just right to fit all of him. He gently pushed in a second finger making me cry out in slight pain, all Charles did was shush me watching the whole entire thing.

“Think she’s good” Lando whispered before undo this belt and pulling down his pants. Charles did the same thing making me drool at the sight of their big cocks. Charles saw me staring at him get undressed so he put his cock closer to my lips. “Go ahead baby” he encouraged me causing my lips to wrap around his pink tip. He groaned the second he felt my tongue on him. “Just a taste” he grunted before pulling it out of my mouth. He looked at lando telling him to go ahead, so he gently rubbed lube all over his thick cock.

He positioned his tip to my hole before pushing in slowly. I gasped loudly at the slight discomfort I felt. Once he bottomed out he whispered sweet nothings to me to get my mind off the pain. “Ready baby I’m gonna go next” Charles tells me softly before pushing his cock into my tight cunt, all I did was gasp and hide into his chest feeling full to the brim.

They both started moving together gently so they didn’t hurt me. I gasped at the feeling go two cocks fucking me causing them to go harder. “Does that feel good baby. Do you like having to cocks stuffed in you” Charles grunted fucking me harder, but all I did was moan to him. I felt so light head it was unbearable pleasure I was feeling. Lando smirked giving Charles the vibrator while I wasn’t looking. He turned it on and put it directly on my clit. I screamed out in tears of pleasure, feeling the bubbling sensation in my stomach.

“Gonna cum please can’t hold it” I sobbed feeling so close to the edge that I might pass out. “Not yet you don’t get to cum. Wait for lando and I’ll let you” Charles whispered to me feeling myself nod frantically at his words. I heard Lando moaned lowly feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer each thrust he took. I clenched around him as he moaned in my neck. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” he grunted thrusting in and out faster and faster.

Out of nowhere he moaned stuffing my hole with his hot cum. He groaned riding out his orgasm a few more seconds more. I looked at Charles pleading to see what he’d say and all he did was nod telling me it was okay. I gasped out moaning loudly cumming all over his cock throwing my head back into Lando’s chest. I whimpered when he stuffed my cunt with his got seed making sure it went in deep. I laid down lifeless from the intense orgasm I just had. “You okay baby girl” Lando mumbled in my neck as Charles went to go get towels and water.

My legs were trembling when Charles came back and cleaned us up. “You staying” he whispered to Lando softly cleaning him up. “I don’t want to bother you guys” he mumbled getting up but I whined loudly pouting up at him. “Please stay want you to cuddle with me and cha” I whimpered in his neck, he looked at Charles and he nodded yes. Charles kissed Lando’s head before going behind me and hold Lando and I. That night I was cuddled til we all fell asleep from an intense night of pleasure.

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★ : 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: I’m so sorry guys I didn’t mean to leave you guys for 3 WHOLE MONTHS. I promise I’ll post more, and maybe do a little serious for Halloween. I wanted to try kinktober but I’m a bit scared but we’ll see. Anyways I hope you guys all enjoyed this little series and I’ll make sure to do more just request it they are always open. Anyways have a good day loveys see you soon <3

The Night She Finally Gave In | LN4

🎀 summary ━━━━━━━ For eight months, Y/N teased, denied, and kept Lando chasing—but he never gave up. Until one night she finally gives in. 

🎀 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

🎀 word count ━━━━━━━ 7.9k

🎀 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, teasing

Based on this request.

The persistent hum of the city pulsed against Y/N’s ears as she stepped off the crowded London sidewalk and into a cozy Shoreditch lounge. Music throbbed under low lighting, and the place was already bustling with familiar chatter. Tonight, she was meeting Pietra and Max for casual drinks, but she knew one other person would be there—someone who’d been on her mind more than she cared to admit. Lando Norris.

She spotted Pietra first, her friend waving her over from a corner booth. Max, Pietra’s boyfriend and Lando’s best friend, grinned in greeting. Y/N slid into the booth and unwrapped her scarf, letting the warmth of the lounge soak into her. Before she could even settle, an electric awareness sparked at the base of her spine. She sensed him near before she actually saw him. And sure enough, there he was—leaning against the bar, exchanging an easy laugh with the bartender, but already casting sideways glances in her direction.

For over half a year, Lando had chased after her with single-minded obsession. The moment they’d been introduced—eight months ago at a friend’s barbecue—he’d made his interest painfully obvious. Texts at odd hours, random calls whenever he was in London, spontaneous outings with their mutual friends that always ended with him trying to corner her for a private moment.

She found it thrilling at first. She teased him mercilessly, indulging in the attention of someone so persistent and quite obviously smitten. She’d let him buy her drinks, whisper silly compliments that made her cheeks warm, and flirt back just enough to get his heart pounding. But any time he tried to escalate—from a lean-in kiss to a direct request for a date—she’d reject him. Gently, but firmly. Over and over.

Why did she do it? Maybe she wanted to protect herself from the potential heartbreak of dating a man adored by millions. Or maybe she reveled in the power of knowing that someone as high-profile as Lando Norris was practically wrapped around her finger. Whatever the reason, the game had dragged on for months, and he never gave up. If anything, each rejection only seemed to strengthen his resolve.

And how he persevered. In those eight months, she had watched him run himself ragged trying to impress her. No matter what she threw at him—a dismissive laugh, a pointed change of subject, a half-hearted excuse—he always came back stronger. She’d catch glimpses of his frustration sometimes, in the tight line of his mouth or the way he’d fist his hands at his sides, but he never unleashed that frustration on her. Instead, he teased, he flirted, he praised. And every time she knocked him down, he got up again, more determined than ever.

Lando was desperate. His affection for her had morphed into an all-consuming fascination. When he was away in Monaco, racing or fulfilling sponsor obligations, he’d tell Max how he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He’d message Pietra, trying to get any new details about Y/N’s day. He was head over heels, losing sleep, replaying every interaction they’d ever had—each brush of the fingers, each clever remark that made him laugh, each time she chewed her lip and pretended not to look at him, even though he felt her gaze.

She, meanwhile, was enjoying the slow burn. It was cruel in a way, but exhilarating. She loved the sense of power over a man who had the entire world at his feet yet seemed willing to crawl if it meant she’d say yes. She wasn’t intentionally cruel—she did like him. In fact, she liked him a lot. But the thrill of him chasing and her evading was addicting. She made sure to flirt just enough to keep him on the hook—an extra lingering stare, a subtle graze of her hand across his chest whenever she passed by him at a party, a playful text that ended with a winking emoji—only to turn cold if he tried to corner her for anything more.

And it worked. She reeled him in, then pushed him away, over and over. Each time, he fell deeper under her spell, thoroughly bewitched by the side-smiles, the confident tilt of her chin, the way she’d arch an eyebrow whenever he tried to inch closer. Lando found himself wanting her with a fierceness he’d never felt before. Some nights he’d lie awake in Monaco, scrolling through photos of them at group events—her bright eyes, her maddening half-smiles—and wonder what he had to do to make her his.

So here she was again, sliding into a lounge booth with Pietra and Max, fully aware of Lando’s presence across the room. She greeted her friends with a sweet smile, but her pulse fluttered. Lando soon made his way over, wearing a casual denim jacket and a grin that betrayed a hint of nerves. He paused by the table, his gaze locking onto Y/N’s.

“Evening,” he said softly, eyes gleaming.

She cocked her head, forcing a pleasant smile. “Hey there, Norris. In London again?”

He shrugged with forced nonchalance. “Yeah, had some meetings earlier. Thought I’d stick around for the weekend.” It was a lie. He’d finished his obligations days ago, but no one doubted he’d stayed in town solely for her.

Pietra nudged Y/N with a playful smirk. “Glad you two can finally catch up. We’ve barely seen you in the same place these last few weeks.”

Lando lowered himself next to Y/N on the booth’s bench, the cushion sinking beneath his weight. She could practically feel the heat radiating from him. He smelled fresh and warm, a subtle cologne mixed with something distinctly him. “I’m starving,” he announced to no one in particular, though his attention stayed fixed on Y/N. “Hungry?”

She had eaten earlier, but she smiled coyly. “Might nibble on something if it’s good enough,” she teased.

His gaze flickered over her lips as she said the words. “I’ll make sure it’s good,” he murmured, voice dropping lower.

Goosebumps prickled her skin. She had to look away, heart drumming. If there was one thing Lando excelled at, it was firing her up with a single line of flirtation. She tensed her jaw, determined not to let him see just how much she liked that.

As the night wore on, Max and Pietra chatted about their upcoming travel plans. Lando and Y/N lingered at the edge of the conversation, occasionally joining in, but mostly locked in a subtle battle of words and glances.

At one point, Y/N excused herself to go to the bar, deliberately leaving him behind, half-hoping he’d follow. Sure enough, a moment later, a figure slid in beside her, resting an elbow on the wooden counter.

“You’re really not going to sit next to me all night?” Lando asked, feigning a pout.

She shrugged with a lazy grin. “You seemed too eager. Didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

He let out a soft groan, rubbing the back of his neck. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

“Yeah,” she teased. “I’m counting on it.”

He placed a hand on her lower back. Not too low, but enough to make her heart jump. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, though the corners of his mouth lifted in admiration.

She pursed her lips. “I might be.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Why do you keep saying no?”

“Because…” She trailed off, letting the unspoken tension fill the gap. She could have easily told him she was afraid or uncertain, but that wasn’t the game she was playing tonight. Instead, she flashed a small, almost innocent smile. “Maybe I just like watching you try.”

His expression tightened, eyes flashing with frustration and something hotter. “Then watch me,” he said. “I’m not quitting.”

She gulped, momentarily stunned by the heated timbre in his voice. A flicker of genuine nerves fluttered inside her because she sensed his patience was wearing thin, replaced by a more urgent desire. For all her playful torment, she couldn’t deny a thrill ran through her at the thought of him finally snapping—that the slow burn might become an inferno that neither of them could control.

They returned to the booth, but an hour later, the small party started to disperse. Max and Pietra had an early morning. With warm hugs and goodbyes, they headed out, leaving Y/N and Lando alone amidst the lounge’s dwindling crowd.

He slid closer, draping one arm along the back of the booth. “So… are you gonna run away now?”

She pretended to check her phone. “It’s getting late. I might call it a night soon.”

He exhaled a barely concealed groan. “You always do this. We hang out with friends, you tease me, and then you leave me high and dry.”

“You’re still here, aren’t you?” She batted her eyelashes, an expression of false innocence.

“Barely,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. Then he steeled himself. “What if I said I’m done taking no for an answer?”

Her pulse skittered. She arched an eyebrow. “That sounds dangerously close to an ultimatum, Norris.”

He looked straight into her eyes, unwavering. “I want you. You know it. You’ve known it for months. I’m tired of playing the same game where I lose every time.”

Her stomach twisted with both excitement and the faintest tremor of guilt for having strung him along so long. But her desire to keep him on the edge remained strong. “You sound desperate,” she murmured, leaning forward.

His cheeks flared with color, but he didn’t back down. “I am desperate. Do you have any idea how you’ve been driving me crazy?”

She placed a hand delicately on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath her palm. “You’re cute when you’re frustrated,” she quipped, pressing just enough to keep him leaning toward her.

He caught her wrist lightly. “And you’re unbelievably gorgeous when you’re tormenting me.” His gaze darkened as he whispered, “Come home with me. Or let me come home with you. Either way, let’s stop pretending we don’t want this.”

For a moment, she was silent. The tension between them was near stifling. Every inch of her body buzzed with anticipation, and she had to swallow hard to steady her voice.

She trailed her fingers up his neck, pausing to toy with the hairs at his nape. “My place,” she whispered. Her heart pounded at the stunned look that crossed his face. “You coming or not?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

They left the lounge together, the cool air of the London streets a sharp contrast to the heat that had built between them. Neither spoke much on the walk to her flat—a short distance that felt endless in the taut silence. Lando’s hand found hers, and she didn’t pull away this time. In fact, she threaded her fingers through his, sending a jolt of excitement right through them both.

He followed her inside the building, up two flights of stairs to her door. She fumbled with her keys, her nerves betraying her calm façade. Once inside, she discarded her coat, setting it on a rack by the door.

Lando shut the door behind them. No small talk. No polite questions about whether he wanted a drink. The second they were alone, he crossed the space in two strides, cradling her face with both hands and pressing his lips to hers in a long-awaited, bruising kiss.

A whimper escaped her as she leaned into him, arms sliding around his shoulders. Their mouths moved in a frenzy of pent-up hunger. She could feel his desperation in every breath, every gasp. He’d waited so long for even a taste, and now he devoured her lips, tongue stroking against hers as though trying to claim every inch.

She broke away momentarily, panting. “Hungry?” she teased, voice uneven.

“Starving,” he growled, eyes flickering with a mixture of relief and raw need.

Without warning, he scooped her up around the waist, drawing a startled laugh from her. She hooked her legs around his hips as he backed her up against the wall, ignoring her protest that she could walk just fine. His lips returned to hers, trailing hot kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?” he breathed against her throat. “You, in my arms, not running away?”

She shivered, tugging at the collar of his jacket. “And do you know how many times I’ve thought about you losing your composure like this?” She let out a shaky exhale as his teeth grazed her skin. “I love seeing you barely holding it together.”

He groaned. “You really do get off on tormenting me, don’t you?”

She only smiled, unrepentant. “Maybe.”

With an exasperated laugh, he carried her deeper into the flat, pushing open a door until they tumbled into her bedroom. He set her down carefully, but kept her pinned against him, lips still fused.

Clothes became an unwanted barrier. They stripped each other down in hurried, desperate movements, fabric hitting the floor carelessly as they pressed closer. His palms roamed her curves, mapping them with reverence and urgency all at once. She marveled at the firm lines of his shoulders, the warmth radiating from his skin.

He nudged her gently onto the bed, following her down in a tangle of limbs. She let out a soft moan when his lips trailed over her collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses that made her toes curl. It was overwhelming, this culmination of half a year’s worth of tease and denial.

His breath hitched as she slipped her fingers through his hair, guiding him up to meet her eyes. “You like to lead me on, but trust me,” he said, voice husky. “Tonight, I’m the one in control.”

She smirked at the newfound edge in his tone. “Prove it.”

That challenge was all he needed. With a low growl, he leaned in, pressing a series of heated, possessive kisses along her throat. “I’m going to make you beg,” he rasped into her ear. “And you won’t be rejecting me this time.”

Her heart stuttered. She’d never seen him this way—intense, almost predatory in the best sense. It ignited a fire in her she hadn’t known existed. “Show me,” she whispered, arching against him.

His hands slid lower, and she gasped at the sensation of his touch, every nerve in her body singing with tension. She tangled her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, fueling the friction that built with every heated breath. The months of frustration erupted into a raw, almost desperate passion, making them both reckless.

Lando’s hands were firm on her hips, his lips trailing down her neck with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her breath hitch. Y/N’s back arched instinctively, her fingers gripping the sheets as he hovered above her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, but there was a new edge to him—a sharpness that hadn’t been there before.

“You’ve had your fun,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. “But now it’s my turn.”

Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, cutting off any protest. His tongue swiped against hers, demanding, claiming, and she felt herself melting into him, her body betraying the control she’d so carefully maintained for months. His hands moved to her wrists, pinning them above her head with ease. She let out a soft whimper, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He smirked down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something far more dangerous. “You’ve been teasing me for months, love,” he said, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Do you have any idea what that’s done to me?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he silenced her with another kiss, this one brief but no less intense. “No,” he said, his voice firm. “You don’t get to talk right now. You don’t get to control this. I’m in charge now.”

Her stomach flipped at the command in his tone, a wave of heat pooling low in her core. She nodded, her eyes wide, and he smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good girl,” he purred, the words sending a jolt of electricity through her.

His grip on her wrists tightened as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You’ve driven me wild for months,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now it’s my turn to make you lose control.” His free hand trailed teasingly down her body, fingers skimming over her ribs, her waist, her hips, making her squirm beneath him. “Stay still,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Or I’ll stop.”

She whimpered, her body trembling with restraint as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration. His hand moved back up her side, fingers brushing the underside of her bra. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze locked on hers as his fingers found the clasp. God, he’s doing this with one hand, she thought, her breath hitching as she watched him. How is this so fucking hot?

With practiced ease, he undid the clasp, the material loosening against her skin. He slid the straps down her arms, his eyes never leaving hers, a smirk playing on his lips as the bra fell away, exposing her breasts. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these.” His palm cupped her breast, his fingers fitting perfectly around the soft curve. He squeezed gently at first, then more possessively, his grip firm as his thumb brushed over her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

He unpinned her wrists, but she didn’t move, as if waiting for permission. He didn’t give her any, too focused on her breasts, his hands now free to explore every inch. He cupped them both, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he squeezed them together, his eyes filled with hunger. “Fuck, baby, they fit perfectly in my hands,” he said, his voice rough. “Like they were made for me to touch.”

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above her skin. “They’re even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his breath hot against her as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. She gasped, her hands finally finding his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as he lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between them with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

His mouth was relentless, kissing, licking, and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough. “God, baby, they’re so soft,” he groaned against her skin, his voice trembling with need. “So fucking perfect. I could spend hours right here.” He buried his face between them, his hands still kneading her breasts, squeezing them together as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her skin.

She arched into his touch, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as he worshipped her body. Every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his hands sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t help but moan his name. “Lando…”

He looked up at her, his lips swollen, his eyes burning with desire. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as he returned to her breasts, his hands and mouth working in perfect harmony to drive her wild. She’d never felt so wanted, so completely claimed, and she loved every second of it.

Lando’s lips left her breasts with one last, lingering kiss, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. But he wasn’t done—not even close. His mouth trailed down her body, leaving a scorching path of kisses along her skin. He kissed the curve of her ribs, the dip of her stomach, each press of his lips deliberate, maddeningly slow. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire, and she could barely keep herself still as he moved lower, his lips brushing the top of her hip bone.

Her breath hitched as he reached the hem of her underwear, his hands skimming over the fabric as if he were memorizing every curve. “So soft,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending shivers through her. He kissed just above the waistband, his breath hot against her skin, and she let out a desperate whimper. “Patience, sweetheart,” he said, smirking up at her. “You made me wait for months. You can wait a little longer.”

She groaned, her hips lifting off the bed as if begging for him to touch her where she needed it most. But he didn’t. Instead, his lips moved to her inner thighs, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider, and she felt exposed, utterly at his mercy. “Look at you,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “So desperate already. What happened to all that teasing confidence, love?”

She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs, her underwear clinging to her in the most embarrassing way. The fabric was soaked, a dark patch spreading across the front, and she knew he could see it, could smell how turned on she was. He kissed her thigh again, his lips brushing so close to where she needed him that she thought she might scream. “Every time you told me no,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “I pictured this exact moment—how I’d have you writhing, begging for me.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t deny the truth. She was writhing, her hips moving restlessly as he continued his torment. “Lando, please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her underwear. “You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “And I’ve barely even touched you properly. How bad do you need it?” She whimpered in response, and he smirked, slowly sliding the soaked fabric down her legs and tossing it aside.

He spread her thighs wide, his hands firm on her hips as he leaned in to inspect her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice trembling with awe. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” The evidence of her arousal was impossible to ignore, her pussy glistening, her folds swollen and needy. He kissed her inner thigh again, his lips brushing so close to her clit that she nearly came undone. She gasped, her hips lifting off the bed, but he held her down firmly. “Keep still,” he warned, his voice low and commanding. “Or I’ll stop completely. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

She shook her head frantically, her hands gripping the sheets as he leaned in, his tongue finally dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick. She moaned, the sound desperate and broken, and he groaned against her. “You’re clenching around nothing,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You poor thing. Maybe I should just leave you like this.”

“No!” she cried, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Lando, I need you.”

He smirked, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Go on, let me hear you.”

She whined, her hips lifting off the bed again, but he pressed her down firmly. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, his grip on her thighs unyielding. “You’re gonna let me see how much you need this.”

And then he dove in, his tongue lapping at her pussy with relentless precision. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he swirled his tongue around her clit, sucking lightly before pulling back, leaving her trembling on the edge. “Oh, you want to come?” he teased, his voice smug. “After making me wait all this time? Not yet, sweetheart.”

He pinned her hips to the bed, his tongue working her over with slow, maddening strokes. Every time she felt herself close to the edge, he pulled away, leaving her gasping and desperate. “Lando, please,” she begged, her voice breaking.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. “Shh, love. No whining. You teased me for eight months—this is only fair.”

And then he returned to her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. She was close, so close, but he pulled away again, leaving her trembling and desperate, utterly at his mercy.

Lando pulled away from her pussy, leaving her trembling and desperate, her body arched off the bed in search of more. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “But you’re not getting off that easy.” He stood, stripping off his boxers in one fluid motion, and her breath caught at the sight of him. His cock was thick, fully erect, and glistening with precum, a testament to how badly he wanted her. She couldn’t help but salivate at the sight, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill her.

He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She instinctively tried to close them, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation, but he grabbed her thighs, pinning them apart with a firm grip. “No, baby,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “You don’t get to hide from me anymore. You wanted this. Now take it.”

He aligned himself with her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds, and she whimpered, her hips lifting in a silent plea. But Lando wasn’t rushing. He was going to make this last. He pushed into her slowly, inch by torturous inch, his eyes locked on hers as he stretched her open. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming and euphoric all at once. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “Feel that? That’s me, stretching you open, making you mine.”

He bottomed out, his hips flush against hers, and paused, letting her adjust to the sheer size of him. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, gripping him like a vice, and he groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. “You feel that?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “How you’re wrapped around me? This is where you belong now—taking every fucking inch of me.”

Y/N was already a mess, her hands gripping the sheets as she struggled to stay still. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation, and she could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he moved inside her. It was too much and not enough all at once. “Lando, please—please move faster,” she begged, her voice breaking.

But he just smirked, his grip on her thighs tightening. “Oh, no, love. I decide how you take me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in with the same slow, deliberate pace, drawing a desperate whimper from her. “You’re doing this to punish me, aren’t you?” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “You made me wait for months, love. Now it’s your turn to suffer.” He thrust into her again, deep and slow, his hips rolling in a way that had her toes curling. Her pussy throbbed around him, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him to go harder, faster, to give her the release she was hovering on the edge of. “Lando, I swear to god, if you don’t move faster—” she started, but her words were cut off by a moan as he slammed into her again, hitting a spot that made her see stars.

Her pussy was soaking wet, the slickness making every thrust smoother, every movement more intense. For Lando, the sensation was indescribable. Her walls clenched around him like a fist, hot and tight, and every time he pushed into her, he felt like he was losing his mind. She was perfect, perfect, and the way she moaned his name only drove him wild. “You love the way I fill you up, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “Look at you—already so fucking wrecked.”

She nodded frantically, her hips lifting to meet his, but he stopped her, his hands gripping her waist to keep her still. “No, love,” he said, his tone firm. “You stay right there and take it. Don’t move.” She whined, her body trembling beneath him, but she obeyed, her hands gripping the sheets as he continued to fuck her with the same slow, maddening pace. “Stop holding back,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You’ve wanted this for months, so take me.”

He chuckled, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. “Oh, I’m taking you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her mouth. “Every. Single. Inch.” Each word was punctuated by a deep, controlled thrust, and she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. But he kept her still, his hands firm on her hips, his pace unrelenting. “Fuck, Lando,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I’m begging—please, just give it to me.”

He smirked, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “Maybe I will,” he said, his voice teasing. “But not until I’m done with you.” He shifted slightly, angling his hips so that each thrust brushed against her clit, and she cried out, her body trembling on the edge. “That’s it, love,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Let me ruin you properly.”

His cock felt like heaven inside her, stretching her open in the most delicious way, and she could feel every inch of him as he moved, slow and deep, his pace maddeningly controlled. For him, the sensation was almost too much. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and every time she clenched around him, he felt like he was going to lose it. But he wasn’t going to give in—not yet. He was going to make her suffer, just like she’d made him. “You’re mine now,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She moaned, her body trembling beneath him, her pussy gripping him tighter with each thrust. She was close, so close, but he wasn’t going to let her come—not yet. He was going to draw this out, make her beg for it, make her feel every second of the torment she’d put him through. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice dark. “Say you love the way I fuck you.”

She hesitated, her eyes fluttering shut as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, but he tightened his grip on her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Say it properly,” he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Or I stop right now.” She whimpered, her body trembling beneath him, and finally, she said it, her voice trembling with need. “I… I love the way you fuck me.”

He smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good girl,” he purred, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. “Now let me show you how much I’ve wanted this.” And with that, he finally picked up the pace, his thrusts deep and relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She was a mess, her body writhing beneath him, her moans filling the room as he fucked her exactly how he’d promised—deep, slow, and completely in control.

And she loved every second of it.

Lando’s hands moved to her hips, his grip firm and unyielding as he lifted her effortlessly, flipping her in one fluid motion. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her tits bounced with the sudden movement, and he didn’t miss the opportunity, his hands immediately reaching up to cup them, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he squeezed possessively. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Now let me see you ride me, but don’t you dare move faster than I let you.”

His hands were like iron, gripping her hips and holding her steady as he thrust up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with maddening precision. She tried to lift herself, to take control of the rhythm, but he held her down firmly, making her take every inch of him at his pace. “No, love,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “You don’t get to set the pace. I do. And I want to take my time with you.”

His fingers dug into her flesh, holding her in place as he fucked up into her, his hips driving with a steady, relentless rhythm. Every thrust made her pussy clench around him, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. “Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Let me move.” She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, stretching her open, filling her in the most delicious way. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, and she could feel every ridge, every vein as he slid in and out of her. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands holding her down as he thrust into her again, deeper this time, hitting a spot that made her see stars.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, her head falling back as he continued to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips, controlling every movement. “Fuckin’ perfect around me,” he growled, his voice rough. “You take me so well, like you were made for me.” She could feel his cock twitching inside her, his control slipping just slightly, the hot, hard length of him pressing against her walls, stretching her in the most exquisite way. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her pussy clinging to him like a vice, greedy for more. But Lando wasn’t rushing. He was going to make this last. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, and it was driving her mad.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Trying to squirm away. You’re not going anywhere, love.” His hands gripped her tighter, holding her down as his cock plunged deeper into her, every thrust hitting that perfect spot that made her moan his name. Fuck, he’s so big, she thought, her body trembling on top of him. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her, and she loved it. His cock was thick, hot, and hard, and every time he thrust into her, she felt like she was losing her mind. Her pussy was so wet, so slick, and every movement felt like pure bliss. She could feel the way her walls clenched around him, gripping him tight, and she knew he could feel it too.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to let me use you exactly how I want.” His hands were like iron, gripping her hips and holding her steady as he thrust up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with maddening precision. She tried to lift herself, to take control of the rhythm, but he held her down firmly, making her take every inch of him at his pace. “No running, no hiding,” he growled, his voice dark and possessive. “You wanted to tease me for months? Now you’re going to feel what that did to me.”

Her pussy was on fire, every nerve in her body alight with sensation as he continued to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips, controlling every movement. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, his control slipping just slightly, the hot, hard length of him pressing against her walls, stretching her in the most exquisite way. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her pussy clinging to him like a fist, greedy for more. But Lando wasn’t rushing. He was going to make this last. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, and it was driving her mad.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” His hands gripped her tighter, holding her down as his cock plunged deeper into her, every thrust hitting that perfect spot that made her moan his name. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her, and she loved it. Her pussy was so wet, so slick, and every movement felt like pure bliss. She could feel the way her walls clenched around him, gripping him tight, and she knew he could feel it too.

“You like this, don’t you?” he teased, his voice smug, the satisfaction evident in his tone. “You like me holding you down, making you take every inch.” He kept his pace steady, his hands holding her in place, not letting her move as he fucked her exactly how he wanted. She was a moaning mess, her hips lifting slightly, trying to meet his thrusts, but he wasn’t giving her an inch. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her down, making her take everything he gave her. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

“Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I need more. Please.” His hands gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her again, deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out. “Beg me properly,” he said, his voice dark. “Show me how much you need it.” She bit her lip, her body trembling beneath him, and finally, she said it, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Lando. Please fuck me harder. I need it. Please.”

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers threading into her hair as he guided her head down, tilting her face down to meet his. Then, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, possessive and deep.

“Now let me show you how much I’ve wanted this.” With a growl, Lando flipped her onto her back again in one fluid motion, his cock still buried deep inside her. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he loomed over her, his eyes blazing with hunger. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust before he started fucking her again—hard, fast, and without mercy. His hips driving into her with a savage rhythm, his cock slamming into her pussy with such force that the bed shook beneath them.

His cock was thick, rigid, and unyielding, every vein pulsing with the sheer intensity of his arousal. It was hot, almost searing, as it stretched her open, the girth of it filling her to the brim. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her slick walls making her toes curl. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and every time he pushed into her, she could feel every inch of him—the way he stretched her, the way he filled her completely, the way he hit that spot deep inside that made her see stars.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “Feel that? That’s me, fucking you just the way I’ve wanted to for months.” His hands moved to her hips, gripping her hard enough to leave marks as he pulled her down onto his cock with every thrust. “You take me so fucking well, love. Like you were made for me.” His words were low and possessive, dripping with a primal need that sent shivers down her spine.

She could feel his cock twitching inside her, the hot, hard length of him pressing against her walls, stretching her in the most exquisite way. Every time he thrust into her, she felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, her pussy clenching around him, desperate for more. “Lando, please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I need you. Don’t stop.”

He smirked, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “You think I’d stop now?” he growled, his hips slamming into her with even more force. “Not a fucking chance, love.” His cock was relentless, pumping into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and euphoric. She could feel the way her walls clung to him, gripping him tight, as if begging him never to leave. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as he continued to fuck her with a ferocity that left her breathless. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. “Lando, I’m close,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Please, let me come.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, his voice dark and teasing. “Come for me. Let me feel you.” His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he continued to thrust into her, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice trembling with ecstasy as she came apart beneath him.

Lando groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt her walls clench around him, milking his cock for every drop. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I can’t hold back anymore.” With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his release. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of his cum spilling deep inside her, marking her as his.

They came together, their bodies trembling with the force of their orgasms. She could feel every pulse of his cock inside her, the way his cum filled her, the way his body shuddered with pleasure. It was intoxicating, the way they fit together, the way they moved as one. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “That was… fucking incredible.”

She could barely speak, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy felt so full, so satisfied, and she could still feel the way his cock twitched inside her, as if he wasn’t ready to pull away just yet. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling. “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I told you I’d make you mine,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “And I meant it.” He stayed inside her, their bodies still connected, as they caught their breath together. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of their passion. And in that moment, she knew she was his—completely and utterly his.

They lay entangled in the aftermath, the sheets tangled around sweat-slick skin. The room was quiet save for their ragged breathing. After a moment, Lando turned to gaze at her, still looking slightly astonished. “You’re real,” he murmured. “I’ve waited so long to have you here, like this.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her hand resting on his chest. “Didn’t think I’d give in, did you?”

He brushed a thumb over her lower lip. “I hoped you would. No matter how much you pushed me away, I couldn’t imagine stopping.”

She met his eyes. “Why?”

“Because you’re everything.” His voice was soft, laced with sincerity. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for months. I can’t even remember what it was like not wanting you.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she allowed herself a rare moment of honesty. “You made it hard for me, you know,” she admitted quietly. “Staying away when you’re so… persistent.”

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, clearly remembering every time she’d laughed off his attempts or walked away. “You’re a damn expert at playing hard to get, though. You had me by the throat. I was basically begging.”

She smirked, eyes gleaming in the low light. “Still are,” she teased gently. “You’ll keep begging for more, right?”

His laugh turned into a low, contented hum. “Oh, definitely. But don’t worry.” He shifted, rolling partly on top of her again, the warmth of his body reminding her just how good it felt. “I’m not letting you slip away this time.”

She didn’t resist as he captured her lips once more. The tension was different now—still electric, but edged with relief. They no longer had to pretend or play a cat-and-mouse game. The slow burn had finally exploded into a full-blown blaze, and there was no going back to careful distance.

Eventually, they drifted into a comfortable silence, bodies exhausted from the release of so many months of pent-up desire. She nestled into the crook of his arm, listening to the steady thump of his heart. Lando, seemingly unable to stop touching her, lazily traced patterns on her arm with his fingertips. Each brush of his skin still sent a small thrill through her, a reminder of what had finally happened between them.

In a half-drowsy state, she heard him murmur, “I can’t believe this is real.”

She let out a soft laugh, pressing her face into his shoulder. “I guess I teased you long enough.”

He sighed contentedly. “Too long,” he teased back, though his tone was affectionate. “But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

Warmth spread through her at his words. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, ignoring the tiny voice inside her that warned of complexities and future uncertainties. For now, all that mattered was that the months of dancing around each other had led them here, to a tangled bed in a London flat, hearts still racing from the aftershock of passion.

The game they’d played was over, the final move sealing a mutual surrender. But as she looked up and met his eyes, she realized something else: a new chapter had begun. One where neither of them had to hide their attraction or maintain a careful distance. One where he didn’t have to pine and she didn’t have to tease—unless, of course, they both wanted to for the fun of it.

She gave him a sly smile. “I’m guessing you don’t regret staying in London this weekend.”

His quiet laugh rumbled in his chest. “Not even a little bit.” Then he leaned in, brushing his lips to her ear. “But don’t think I’m done yet. After all these months? We’ve only just started.”

Her breath caught, a new wave of heat coursing through her. “So show me,” she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. With a wicked grin, he drew her closer, tangling their limbs again under the dim glow of early morning light. Their laughter faded into soft groans and murmured confessions, and everything else—every worry, every reason she’d ever had to say no—melted away.

In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the closeness they’d finally earned, and the thrilling promise that this was just the beginning.

WHAT THE FUCK OSCAR PIASTRI? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

3136 words | ⚠️ Smut

Title from Funeral Grey by Waterparks

Lando's stream the other day...did things to me..

Up on ao3 too

Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

Lando waves goodbye to his chat and hits the end stream button. As he takes a moment to stretch out his limbs and place his clunky headphones onto the desk, he drags a hand lightly over his stomach, trailing down to his inner thigh. He's been fully hard in his sweats for the majority of the stream - it's been over 2 weeks since he'd last seen Oscar and it's getting to him a little. Every jokey comment or fake moan his friends had shot back at him over the past 3 hours had quite the effect on him - not because he's attracted to them, no, but because they were enjoying his show. He liked it; moaning and whining to no one in particular, knowing it'd likely get a lot of people hot and bothered (not that he'd admit that out loud).

All throughout the stream, his mind was fixed on thoughts of his boyfriend whispering into his ear, hands on his waist. The 1000th moan of the evening slips past Lando's red lips, much quieter and less exaggerated than the others, as he moves to press the heel of his hand lightly onto his leaking dick - grinding up against it. The pull of his soft sweatpants over the bare skin of his cock feels delicious but nowhere near enough, Lando kind of wishing he had worn boxers underneath. Chat had thought he was joking when he'd told them he was going commando. He's still tucked fairly close to his desk, should the camera still be rolling, nothing would seem too far out of the ordinary - ordinary for that stream at least. He could almost pretend he was still streaming; that any stragglers that stayed behind after he should've finished were now getting the real show to his preview throughout the night.

Eyelashes fluttered shut, Lando almost misses the call popping up on his phone - annoyed he'd set it to vibrate and inadvertently foiled his own plans of getting off in peace. He's much less annoyed, however, when he takes a peak at the caller ID and sees '😍😍' flash across his screen. Heart eyes. Just the voice he'd love to hear. He grabs for his phone, desperation and weeks of missing Oscar settling in all at once. He should probably double check he definitely ended the stream but he's too caught up in his excitement to think twice about it. Lando answers the call with a rushed "Hi! Hey, what time's it for you? How come you're calling so late? I just fini-", he's cut off from his flurry of questions as a gravelly, Aussie accent cuts throughs; "You really are a whore, aren't you?" Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All Lando can do is whine in response; all high pitched and wanting, eyes shutting and jaw dropping under the weight of Oscar's question. "You're missing me that much? Two weeks away from me and you're already moaning for anyone that asks... every time you opened your pretty mouth to moan like a whore, all I could think about was ramming my cock down your throat to shut you up." He says it so casually; as if he's just chatting about his day as Lando'd expected from this call. The sound the bold words rip from Lando's chest is the type of shit he'd be proud for people to hear - the soft pressure he's keeping on his dick suddenly nowhere near enough for him. He wants that. So, so bad; wants Oscar filling his throat and taking what he needs. "Turn your camera on for me. I wanna see what I paid for." Oh. Oh! So he's really leaning into the onlyfans thing. Shit- yes, please. Maybe.. maybe he should make an account..

Something about Lando is that he really likes making other people feel good - sexual or not - so it tracks, for Oscar, that he'd practically fake an orgasm in front of 20 thousand people without even being asked. Once Lando's set up his phone camera, right next to the webcam he was using not even 10 minutes ago, he sits back in his chair with his hands on his knees; thighs pressed together. Oscar's greeted by an already debauched looking Lando Norris; curls messy and face tinted pink. He's fixing his camera with a desperate, begging and innocent look; digging right into Oscar's soul and jerking him off. 'Fuck, he's pretty', the Australian's hips buck with the thought. "Osc..Do um- do I get to see you, too?", the question accompanied by fluttering eyelashes and a tactical lip bite; he's not winning this, no matter what he tries on the Aussie. "See me? I thought you were a cam boy, Lan? Why don't you put on a little show for me, darlin'? See if you can earn it. Get out of those sweats." Disappointment at being denied what he knows is a gorgeous view of the Aussie hard in his pants quickly washes away as Oscar's words register. He's never moved so fast in his life, he's sure, as he pushes the grey sweatpants down tanned thighs - cock resting against his stomach and leaving drops of precum over the obnoxious orange of his shirt.

He's further from the desk now, following his battle to free himself from the sweatpants that were since flung elsewhere in his room, and looking slightly unsure towards his phone; towards Oscar on the other end of the call. "What are you waiting for? I asked for a show." Lando nods and spins absently from side to side on his chair, a thoughtful look filling his eyes as he tries to figure what he's supposed to do - Oscar usually tells him, during sex, exactly what he wants from him...hm.. He can work with that. Gemstone eyes flit back to the camera, strong eye contact making Oscar gasp quietly on the other end of the line. The Brit brings his hand up, fingers scanning across his bottom lip, playing and gently tugging on the pink flesh teasingly - large fingers threatening to break the threshold - as his eyes drag up and down to give the impression he's checking Oscar out. After a moment, Lando drops his hand back to the top of his thigh, drawing circles into the flesh with his thumb, as his teeth push into the pillowy pink of his lip. "I see we've got a few regulars here tonight..", a dangerous smirk and sultry tone hugging his lips, "Piastri.. long time no see, baby. Any requests from my favourite, long time patron?", fluttering eyelashes bat along his cheekbones as the younger man stares at the elder through his screen, hard cock heavy and twitching against his stomach.

Oscar always knows what Lando wants, what he needs - even going as far as to concoct this pretence of an Onlyfans roleplay to give him an excuse to pretend he's being watched. "Oh, baby, you know I love it when you tease; when you take your time with it and touch yourself nice and slow for me. But you know what I love even more?", he pauses for a moment, waiting for the questioning zealous nods he knew Lando would provide, "I loved all those pretty sounds you were letting out for us earlier.. and, oh, you get so loud with those long fingers stretching you open." There's a familiar, commanding edge to his voice that somehow settles the Brit's nerves while working him up even more. "Do you understand me, Lando? Are you gonna be a good slut and show us all how well you take it?" By now, Lando's head is thrown back against his seat - eyes closed, neck stretched as his back arches from the chair. "Fuuck- Oscar." It's breathy but tinted with a slight growl - reminding Oscar, once again, of how noisy his boy had been earlier in the evening. "God, that neck, baby. I just wanna lick it, suck on it and mark you up nicely - so that everyone knows you're mine. They can all look, can hear you begging, but we all know you're begging for me, Slut." It's not always the most nuanced, their dirty talk, but it always manages to hit Lando right in the gut and tighten around his balls and rip a groan from his throat as he imagines Oscar’s lips trailing along his neck and collarbone.

A deep breath to steady himself, then Lando's hand drifts over slightly and rests heavy atop the flushed heat of his cock - not really touching, nothing that’d feel exceptionally good, just resting - like a threat to Oscar’s sanity. His wet tongue slides out to soak his lips before retreating back to his mouth. Oscar watches on, hand dragging lower as Lando reaches under the hem of his shirt - the offensive colour covering his beautiful face as he peels it from his skin, a light sheen of sweat staring back at the Aussie as he gazes at the flex of Lando’s arms. After tossing the shirt to the far corner of the room, Lando brings his large palm to his throat, lightly wrapping his fingers around the thick muscle before slowly moving down until his slightly calloused fingertips can graze against the puckered bud of his nipple. A whining moan leaves Lando’s lips as the rough skin drags across the sensitive, hard nub of flesh. Oscar’s hand grips tighter around his cock, groans leaving his throat as he watches Lando roll the bud between thick fingers, writhing under his own touch. Lando spares a brief thought to the camera, still unsure that he definitely ended his stream; a shot of adrenaline shoots through him as he considers the possibility of thousands of people watching him play with himself for Oscar - deciding not to check, he likes that he really could be showing himself to the world.

High whimpers are punched from the elder’s mouth as he pinches his nipple, tugging gently a few times before dusting across his pecs to the other bud. Lando moans and palms at his chest as he pinches and teases his other nipple; his hips bucking up in a desperate search for friction, back arching into the sensation on his chest. Oscar’s palm circles over the head of his cock, collecting the beading precum and slicking the glide of his hand. “So sensitive.. Bet you could come just from that, huh? Sit there, playing with your tits, moaning while we watch.”, the Aussie speaks through his grunts and quiet moans. Lando’s thighs squeeze closed, hips jerking, as his instincts take over - trying to find any amount of friction for his dripping cock; precum oozing out in waves as Oscar’s words sink in.

A shuddering breath leaves Lando’s lips as he forces his hands off himself, reaching forward to retrieve the bottle of strawberry scented lube he keeps in the back of his desk drawer - just in case. As he moves, opens his mouth and prays his voice isn't too wrecked already; “Did you enjoy the stream, Osc? Was thinking about you.. whole time. Wanted your hands on me, your lips.. Got hard thinking about your thighs.. want them- wrapped around me, pushing against me.. wanna ride your thighs, Osc- fuckin’ gorgeous.”, He’s breathless and blushing by the end of it but, it was worth it to hear Oscar’s quiet groans become louder and the little whimpers he lets out in between. The thighs in question are shaking from his boyfriend's words, imagining Lando’s tanned skin against his pale legs as he chases his pleasure in Oscar’s lap. Before Oscar can reply, tell the curly haired god in front of him how filthy his mind and mouth can be; how all he can think about is Oscar’s body - how good he makes him feel, Lando is turning away from him. The muscles of Lando’s back ripple under golden brown skin as he moves to straddle his chair - cock pressed hard against the leather back. The Australian’s brain short circuits momentarily as he watches Lando’s massive hands grip the thick flesh of his ass and pull his cheeks apart, presenting his hole to Oscar - Oscar who’s free hand is reaching for a pillow to stuff between his legs as his groans carry down the call. A deep groan rips from Oscar’s chest as he grinds his dick against his pillow just as Lando begins to press a slick finger past the puckered pink of his rim. He loves those fingers; they both do - so perfectly long and thick, reaching and stroking spots deep inside them both.

Oscar wasn’t kidding, earlier, when he’d said Lando gets loud with his fingers pumping in and out of himself. Whines and whimpers drip from red, bite-swollen lips as the Brit presses his middle finger deep - down to the knuckle. It's always a slight stretch - just from one finger - as the ring of muscle at his entrance begins to relax around the thick digit he holds inside himself, rocking his hips gently against it. The leather seat is slick with precum as Lando’s desperate cock rubs against it, sliding over the lightly textured fabric. “Fuck, Lan- Are you sure you ended stream, baby? You sure you’re not broadcasting that peachy ass and pretty hole for the world to see? To drool over? Oh, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Love to show them how well you take it- mhn- make them want you even more, show them how much you love it when they watch.”, eyes glued to the screen as he speaks, Oscar watches as the thrusts of Lando’s fingers falter, his jaw falling loose and revelling in all the beautiful sounds he’s rewarded with.

Lando slowly picks up speed after recovering the rhythm of his thrusts, adding a second tan finger and reaching deep inside himself. A down-right pornographic moan leaves Lando’s slack jaw as he spreads himself on his fingers - scissoring them inside his hole and caressing his walls, just brushing his prostate. Oscar slows his grinding, knowing he needs to last and the sight alone of Lando fucking himself open on his fingers almost too much. The sounds Lando lets out are reminiscient of the fake whines he was spewing on stream, high and girly. “Much prettier than earlier, Lan, such pretty sounds for us. God, you’re such a slut for it, you know? Fuck- All those jokes and comments.. Leaning into the mic to moan for us? You love it, babe, fuckin’ love being watched and praised, don’t you?” Oscar’s stream of consciousness flooded by whines and panting moans from the other end of the call - Lando’s back arching as he tries to take his fingers deeper, prodding a third into his loose, wet hole. “YES! Fuck!- yes- Osc, fuckin’ love it.. ah- ah- mhn!-”, the Brit’s fingers increase their pace, thrusting quickly into soft heat as his hips push back to meet them. High whines and moans fall freely from Lando’s tongue as he rams his prostate over and over - riding his fingers and grinding his cock against the chair, head thrown back with pleasure. Oscar’s own hips can’t help but buck at the sight, his eyes rolling back at the pressure on his dick, groans dripping from his mouth as he quietly pants Lando’s name. “Made me laugh, Lan, fuck- When you called yourself daddy.. hah- mhn- Certainly not how i remember it, baby. Getting a bit cocky, don’t you think? You’re no one’s daddy, but you are everyone’s whore, aren’t you? Would spread your legs for anyone, just to prove how good you take it.- fuck!-”, he’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, brain hazy from the image of Lando in front of him - head thrown back in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

“Oscuhhh.. Fuck, Osc- im so close! fuck, please, please- can touch myself? Please i need it, fuck!-”, sweet begs spill from his boy’s throat and all Oscar can do is grind down harder - his own orgasm taunting him - and chuckle darkly through the phone, “Nah, babe. You cum on your fingers or not at all.”, that deep, commanding glint sits over Oscar’s words and Lando whines indignantly before driving his fingers in faster. He grinds the pads of his digits against his prostate for a few moments, moans falling silent as his jaw hangs in a lovely ‘O’ shape. The elder’s voice is breathy and almost two octaves higher than usual as he gets closer and closer to bliss, begs spilling from his mouth before can even think. “Please! Please, Oscahh- fuck, fuck, shit!- I’m so close, Osc, please- I can’t, i can’t- need more, ah, Oscuh pleeease..”, pathetic whines and pleas reach Oscar’s ears as his hips drive hard aginst the pillow between his thighs, the sounds of Lando - so close to release but, needing just that little bit more - sending him completely insane. “Fuck, Lan. Yes you can, you can do it for me, babe. Be a good slut and cum for us, Lan. You know, you never did end your stream. There’s a few thousand people watching your fucked-out-whore-hole swallow your fingers and fucking loving it!”, Oscar spills those words and stares in awe as Lando’s muscles tighten in response, thighs shaking and hips twitching as he cums against the chair - long fingers still buried deep in his slick, pink hole - panted moans curling around his ears.

Lando barely registers, through the thick fog of bliss settling over him, the sounds of Oscar moaning his name and coming undone on the other end of the call. As his breathing begins to slow and his muscles relax slightly, Lando pulls his fingers away and hears Oscar groan at the sight of him clenching around the emptiness that now replaces his hand. The toned body on camera turns back around, slumping tiredly in the desk chair - spread legs and sticky with a wrecked look on his face. His hair is sticking in every direction, lips bright red and slightly bruised from how hard he’d bitten them, a thick layer of sweat and sex coating latte skin. As he lifts his gaze to look at the camera, a dark pink blooms over Lando’s face and travels down his chest as he remembers what Oscar had said. He didn’t end the stream. Thousands of people just watched him fuck himself while his boyfriend spewed filth into his ears. Fuck. Just as the post-nut clarity begins to settle in his bones, Oscar opens his mouth - the man must be psychic - and tells him through a gritty, gravelly voice, “Don’t worry baby, that was only for me. I wouldn’t share the look of you spread and desperate with anyone - let alone thousands of strangers online.. not for free anyway.” He can hear the smug smirk in the Aussie’s voice. Fucking bastard.

“You’re a dick,”

“You liked it.”

You were expecting Max to want you all to himself this week.

Jesus Christ how wrong you were.

Part 8 of One of the Boys

Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD YET, Foursome, voyeurism, masturbation, Gay shit, like more than usual, shower sex, anal sex (mxm), oral, cum eating, a singular buttplug, none of this is safe or sane but it is 110% consentual

It started in the cool down room, apparently.

Soft looks turned into lingering touches and then Max was leaning in to kiss Charles before any of them knew what was happening.

They didn't even go out to celebrate, going straight from their post race duties to Max's hotel room where they spent a long time in the shower exploring each other's bodies.

You received a text from Max that simply said “My hotel room NOW”

Bossy motherfucker, you thought, but you went anyway and knocked on the door out of politeness.

You knew he always left the door unlocked for you but it was still odd that there was no answer from inside, so you pushed the door open and marveled at the unexpected pile of limbs on the bed.

Oscar was in the middle, laying on his back while Charles and Max werre propped up on one arm, making out filthily over him, their hands teasing every piece of skin they could find.

The bed was stupidly large, and the room was stupidly luxurious, but all you could focus on was the three writhing bodies on the bed.

They obviously hadn't noticed you enter so you silently took a seat on the chair facing the bed and watched them.

Oscar was hard and leaking so Charles wrapped a hand around him and started a maddeningly slow pace.

And was that…? No…

From between Oscar's legs you could clearly see the flared base of something that was tucked up inside him.

He had a butt plug inside him. What on earth had they been doing?

Max and Charles separated and looked at the younger man under them, who was whining and throwing his head back in pleasure.

You noticed a few light marks on his neck and chest, and Max looked at them too and grinned at Charles.

The latter dipped down and started littering kisses over the marks, up Oscar's neck and Max grabbed his hair to lift his head up so that Charles could join their lips in a heated kiss, never stopping the movement of his hand on Oscar's cock.

Max leaned down and took one of Oscar's nipples into his mouth, sucking at the bud roughly, making the younger man grunt and buck his hips into Charles' grip.

Oscar panted and looked at Charles with so much lust in his eyes it almost felt like you were intruding on the moment.

Charles halted his movements and wordlessly switched places with him so naturally, it was hard to believe they hadn't planned this out beforehand.

Oscar spread Charles' thighs and was about to shimmy down the bed when Max stopped him.

“Wait, I want to prep him” he muttered and Oscar nodded, giving him the space to slot himself between the Ferrari driver's thighs and conjured a bottle of lube from god knows where.

You bit your lip, trying to be as discreet as possible while you unbuttoned your pants to get some relief as you watched the unexpected, but incredible display of male horniness unfold before your eyes.

You trailed a finger over your folds just as Max was warming up the lube between his, and rubbed one over Charles' rim, making the man sigh and relax into the bed.

He pushed his finger in down to the knuckle, and so did you.

It was exhilarating, timing your self pleasuring with Max's movements as he pumped his finger in and out to prep his friend.

Oscar was kissing him, and teasingly wrapped a hand around Charles, mirroring their postion from before.

Two fingers later and you were shaking almost as much as Charles was as he whined and panted into Oscars mouth.

When Max retracted his fingers, you did too and almost whined at the loss.

“Do you want me to fuck you while Charles rides Oscar?”

You didn't even realise Max was looking at you, being too engrossed in what was happening next to him.

He laughed and called out your name, making you jump and stare at him like a deer in headlights.

“Yes, we knew you were there” he smirked and walked over to you. “Now let's get you out of these clothes, hmm?”

You nodded and smiled as he helped you stand up and pulled your pants down.

Behind him, Charles was straddling Oscar, getting ready to sink down on him as his hands wandered across Oscar's marked up chest.

You were led over to the bed, put on your hands and knees on the edge, so that Max could stand behind you and you could both watch Charles and Oscar.

“Ready?” Max asked, and you all groaned your approval.

You watched in awe as Oscar's cock penetrated Charles at the same time as Max sank into you, and the effect was blinding.

It was like having your very own filthy porn show while getting railed.

You learned very quickly that despite Charles being a high performance athlete, his legs were completely useless as soon as his prostate got any stimulation, so Oscar grabbed his hips tight, and pounded into him from below while Charles held himself steady with his hands on Oscar's chest.

It was quite an impressive display of strength. You knew Oscar could do it, you'd seen him do his hip-thrusts in the gym, but it was still quite the sight to see him bouncing Charles on his cock as if the older man weighed nothing.

Max was also drooling at the way Charles' ass bounced on every hard thrust.

He timed his thrusts with Oscar's, hitting your g-spot dead on every time Oscar hit Charles' prostate, and there was something quite symbiotic about you all being in sync with one another, and even your moans were synchronised with Charles'.

They looked like art. Literal greek statues, all rippling muscles and strong curves as they moved together, sweat mingling as it dripped from Charles' face onto Oscar's flexing abs.

It was filthy, it was raw, and it was a show like no other as Max's cock drove into you harder and harder, chasing his own approaching orgasm.

No one was saying anything, too caught up in the moment, the only sounds in the room being grunts and pants, and the occasional whine from you or Charles when your sweet spots were hit particularly hard.

The coil was tightening in your stomach, and when it snapped your arms buckled, but Max caught you and held you up with an arm around your middle, and the other around your neck, forcing you to keep looking at the other two while you rode the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Charles' whines were getting higher in pitch and his thighs tensed as he approached his high, while Oscar did his best to hold his own off.

The three men came almost simultaneously, Charles kicking it off with streaks of white painting Oscar's chest.  He used two fingers to scoop some of it up and shoved them into Oscar's waiting mouth.

Oscar groaned around them and came inside Charles immediately, and Max finally allowed himself to release as well, slowing to a halt as you felt his cock twitching inside you.

He put you back down on all fours and pulled out of you gently and instructed you to lay on your back.

You did so, scared that his cum would leak out onto the covers but once again, as if rehearsed, Charles and Oscar came around to kneel at the end of the bed, spreading your legs and taking turns licking stripes up your sensitive leaking cunt.

You moaned at the attention, and each of your hands went to weave into a head of hair between your legs.

“Oh my god” you gasped as one of them (impossible to tell which) added a couple of fingers to help scoop Max's cum out of you, and two pairs of eyes looked up at you lustfully while they ate you out.

It didn't take long before your thighs started shaking and tried to close around their heads but they just kept going until you had another trembling orgasm beneath them.

They licked their lips, and then licked each other's lips (jesus christ what a sight) before standing up and looking expectantly at Max, who was leaning against the frame of the door to the bathroom, smiling at the three of you.

You couldn't help but notice that all three of them were hard again.

“Who's ready for a shower?” Max asked mischievously before turning around and going to turn the water on to get it nice and hot.

The three of you followed after him and you were shocked by the size of the shower. It was a walk-in that was plenty big enough to fit the four of you, with a bench, and had plenty of jets to ensure no one would be left in the cold.

It was quite frankly ridiculous.

But you all filed in and shut the door, letting the hot steam relax your bodies after an intense day.

You predicably ended up sandwiched between Charles and Oscar as they felt you up.

They were both hard and you suggested getting on your knees for them, but they shook their heads.

“No, we want you to feel good too” they explained.

Charles made you turn around and kneel on the bench with your hands on the wall and you instinctively arched your back for him, and the other two groaned.

“Such a good girl for us” Charles muttered, lining himself up and sliding his tip through your folds just to tease you and make you wait a bit more.

Meanwhile Max had bent Oscar over the bench next to you, and was carefully pulling the plug out.

Oscar groaned at the emptiness it left behind after being full for so long, but Max quickly lined up and pushed in just an inch.

Oscar shivered and Max let his head fall onto Oscar's shoulder blades with a sigh.

“How have we never done this before?” he muttered.

“Haaaa- Ah!” is all Oscar could manage as Max pushed himself in completely.

Charles chuckled and pushed into you right after, and you let out a similar noise.

You all giggled breathlessly at the absurdity and hotness of the situation before you and Oscar were cut off with matching powerful thrusts.

Your breaths caught in your throats as you looked at each other, eyes lidded and jaws slack as you were both railed against the wall by the two similarly insatiable men behind you.

It didn't take any of you long to cum at all.

You all felt boneless afterwards, cleaning up quickly and climbing into the ginormous bed together, none of you having the strength to go back to your own hotels.

So you fell asleep like that. y

You in the middle of Max and Oscar, and Charles cuddled into Max’s other side as your breathing evened out and you all passed out pretty much immediately.

Oh my good your newest Oscar fic I am dead!! Also can he find out about her hidden toys :))

I'll be honest, I couldn't be bothered with a whole fic so have a blurb :3

Warnings: use of toys (duh), oscar discovering things about himself, mention of pegging

Part 2 of sorts to this

You finally tell Oscar about your secret box of toys.

Oscar is kinda jealous and possessive at first, feeling like he's been missing out and not taking care of you properly.

Him saying something along the lines of ‘throw them away , you're not going to need them anymore’

But one day when he's on the other side of the world somewhere, you send him a video of you going to town on yourself with them.

He's a wreck. He fists his cock in his motorhome's bathroom, obsessively going over the video over and over again, obsessed with the way you fuck yourself on your dildo.

You getting a text in the middle of the night “I changed my mind” and knowing exactly what he's referring to.

Oscar getting way too into it and after some experimenting decides he wants in on the fun, and soon your toys are used freely by both of you.

Him being shy about it for a while, always asking you if he can use your stuff (on you or himself it doesn't matter) and you noticing sometimes that a toy will be missing while he's away.

Then he'll come home and pretend he has no idea where it is but it always reappears in the box within a day of him being back.

Oscar going feral every time he thinks about you during race weekends because he's picturing all the things you could be doing to yourself.

Him sending ‘you up?’ texts and getting back a picture or video of you teasing yourself with a vibrator every single time, without fail.

He has a rapidly growing collection in a secure folder on his phone.

Him buying himself an actual dildo for himself to use when he's away and pent up because you pegged him once and he became a mushy mess after a few well aimed thrusts.

He may or may not become obsessed with your g-spot massager, using it on himself sneakily from time to time because after his first ever prostate orgasm, he became a bit too obsessed.

Sometimes it's fun to tease him by tying him to the bed and using the toys to make yourself come while he watches helplessly.

The most used toy is probably the remote controlled vibrator.

Oscar was immediately obsessed the first time you showed it to him. He uses it on you on those days when he's at home and wants to make you beg for him.

He'll tease you all day, bringing you to the edge at the most inopportune moments, like when you're cooking or doing laundry.

You'll feel the buzz, desperately trying to ignore it until it becomes too much and he'll turn it off, leaving you high and dry as many times as he wants.

The most adventurous thing you've done with it was wear it to dinner during date night. He made you come in a room full of people and no one had any idea what was happening just a few meters away.

His favourite toy is probably the bright orange vibrating plug your best friend got you as a gag gift.

Well joke’s on her, Oscar's favourite thing is having you on all fours with your ass high in the air and your pussy drooling down your thighs as he teases you with light touches and long licks.

Only when you’re begging like a slut for him will he finally fuck you, the vibrations from the plug making him go absolutely feral as he pounds into you, making you scream in pleasure into the pillows.

On of the best things ever is when he ‘catches you' in the act. It turns out he‘s quite into role play, and he'll pretend you've been a bad girl and punish you for pleasuring yourself without him.

Nothing is ever really a punishment with Oscar though, his idea of being mean is using whatever you were using on you, and making you come as many times as he wants.

Those are the times where you're really glad you told him about your collection.

Do you think you could do something like this

https://www.tumblr.com/themultifanshipper/759431110157631488/quiet-innocent-reader-x-lando-like-lando-finds

Maybe with Oscar ( love your writing)

If Oscar had to describe your sex life in one word : Vanilla.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that! God knows how much the two of you enjoyed the sex you had. You weren’t very experienced when you met Oscar, and you were quite a shy person.

Which is why Oscar was so shocked when he found what appeared to be a list of your kinks just sitting there when he got up to make his morning coffee.

Fun fact, this request was sent over a month ago, and i only have a couple more to do before i can get to my own stuff lmao

Warnings: innocent reader, Smut, PinV sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mention of lots of kinks n stuff

Part 2

He hadn’t meant to get a glimpse into the inner workings of your sexual psyche, but really, who leaves something like that on the kitchen counter???

As he read it over and over again, his cock twitched in interest and got progressively harder until he put it down, the words seared onto his brain forever.

He tried to have a cold shower but just ended up jerking off furiously to completion imagining doing all the things from your list.

But as soon as he got out of the shower and dried off, he realized he was still achingly hard. He decided to put on a pair of his loosest joggers and go about his day while he waited for you to come back from work.

It wasn’t easy, but he managed to answer a whole two emails, internally debating the moral implications of communicating with his bosses while sporting an erection.

Then he jerked off again.

It did take the edge off for a bit, but every time he thought about it during the day he couldn’t help but fist his cock at the thought of all your filthy fantasies.

When you got home, you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, and you did your usual routine: shower, skincare, dinner with a glass of wine, followed by watching something with Oscar, the two of you huddled up together on the couch.

That’s when you started noticing Oscar’s behaviour.

It was very subtle, but you could tell he wasn’t at all focused on the movie, periodically fidgeting around uncharacteristically. Oscar was usually very settled, and tonight it was like he couldn’t keep still for more than 30 seconds. You also noticed his breathing was irregular, often getting shallower as he fidgeted.

Oscar couldn’t care less about what was happening on the screen, his brain was focused on the same thing it had been all day, that damn list.

And he’d been hard all day, which certainly didn’t help his internal crisis.

“Oscar” you sighed, pausing the movie “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on with you tonight”

“Nothing’s wrong, why would there be something wrong?” his mouth said, but his flushed cheeks were proof that he was hiding something.

If looks could kill, the one you gave him would have certainly done the trick.

“I… full honesty?” he asked quietly.

You nodded “Full honesty”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay, but you can’t get mad at me”

You narrowed your eyes at him “That’s not a promise I can make, but I’ll do my best”

He bit his lip before taking your hands in his.

“I uh… I found your list”

You just stared at him. “What list?”

“This one…” he took the piece of paper out of his pocket where it had been burning a metaphorical hole in his hip ever since he’d found it.

He handed it to you, but you didn’t need to unfold it to know what it was. I was a bright pink piece of paper that had been ripped out of your diary the night before.

You completely froze, panic overtaking you.

“Oh my god. Oscar…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you tried to explain “you weren’t meant to find that I’m so sorry! I was going to throw it away this morning and I guess I put it down and completely forgot about it. Fuck- please don’t think I’m weird or whatever and just forget about it, okay? Please?”

You put your head in your hands and whined in distress. This couldn’t be happening. Your loving boyfriend had just learned about your depraved fantasies, and he was never going to see you the same way again.

“I can’t forget about it baby, I spent the entire day jerking off about it”

You head snapped up to finally look into his eyes, your jaw hanging in disbelief. You could tell he was dead serious and your gaze slowly trailed downwards towards his pants, where you could tell he was hard, then back up to his face to find him biting his lip so hard it was turning white.

“you-  what?”

“Sweetheart, I got so hard when I read it, I almost got in my car to come and get you from work. I want to do every thing on that list with you” he leaned closer to you and whispered “Every. Single. Thing.”

His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him, lips coming to brush against your neck. “especially number 3…”

You glanced at the list, seeing what he was referring to and gasped.

“Oscar!”

He chuckled into the crook of your neck.

“Who knew you were so dirty, hmm? Where have you been hiding all this time?”

“I- I didn’t know how to ask” you stuttered as he nipped at the skin of your shoulder.

“That right? Well ask me now, then” he said and you frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“Ask me. Go down the list, and ask me to do those things to you…”

His lips trailed down your body and his hands pushed you to lay down on the sofa as you spluttered in confusion. “I don’t- what?”

“What’s the first thing on the list?” he asked, he knew of course, but he needed to hear you say it.

You blushed, checking the list.

“Choking…”

“Then ask me to choke you”

You shuddered as his mouth continued downwards and his hands spread your legs, one of them pushing your flimsy pyjama shorts to the side to expose you to him.

“Oscar what-“

“I want to see how wet you get just from saying it, go on then.” He ordered and you keened as a finger dipped through your barely moist folds.

“I want you… to uhm” your blush deepened and Oscar smiled at you condescendingly.

“Go on baby, you can do it”

You gulped.

“I want you to choke me” you squeezed your eyes shut at the admission, but Oscar was having none of it.

“Now fucking look at me and ask me again”

You gasped and your eyes flew open to look at him.

“I want you to choke me!”

“Good girl” he stroked your thigh “Next thing?”

You glanced at the list still clutched tightly in you hands.

“Spanking.”

Oscar cocked his head to the side. “What about spanking?”

Your jaw clenched, the fucker knew how to get what he wanted.

“I want you to spank me”

He smiled and nodded for you to continue.

“I want you to fuck me over the balcony for everyone to see” you said, and Oscar’s pupils dilated as he used his fingers to spread you open for him.

“Yeah? Want everyone to see how fucking filthy you actually are?” You whined as his thumb came to dip inside you briefly before rubbing it in slow circles over your clit.

“I want you to degrade and praise me…”

He felt like he was barely holding on to his sanity at this point.

“That’s so hot, fuck.” He palmed himself through his sweats “You want to be my good girl yeah? Want to be my good little slut? Only thing you’re good for anyway…”

You whimpered, his words making your whole body heat up, and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I want you to fuck my mouth”

He had to grip himself through his pants to ground himself, your words having an enormous effect on his composure.

Where had his sweet little innocent girlfriend gone?

“I’ll fuck your mouth baby, make you fucking drool for it, god you’d look so pretty taking me down your throat”

You were definitely wet now, and he took the liberty of sliding a finger inside you and hooking it upwards just to watch you squirm as he rubbed that special spot inside you.

“I want you to tie me up and force me to take it” you said breathlessly.

The noise he let out at that was animalistic as his wide eyes found yours and his jaw went slack as he pulled his pants down just enough to get a hand around himself.

“You have no idea how hot you’d look all tied up and helpless under me baby, it’s making me so hard just thinking about it..”

You moaned as he added a second finger inside you.

“I want, fuck- I want you to use me, and fill me up with your cum whenever you want”

“Shit.” He hissed “Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up so good, you'll see…”

“Please”

You hadn’t realised how close you were getting, but Oscar’s expert fingers were making you delirious as you continued.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk, want to cry from how good you feel inside me, wanna beg for your cock”

Oscar growled and pulled his fingers out.

“Then beg”

He settled over you, putting his weight on you, his dick resting against your folds as he panted into your mouth.

“Beg for my cock, slut”

You were so fucking turned on. Dominant Oscar was something new, but so, so incredibly hot you would have done absolutely anything to have him inside you at that moment.

“Please, please Osc, I need it. I need your cock so bad, please!”

He growled and slid in to the hilt without warning, making you moan into the heated kiss he was currently giving you to distract you. He was thick and the stretch was delicious as his cock dragged along your walls, making you see stars.

He started a deep, hard pace and his hips slapped against yours, obscene sounds filling the room.

“Fuck baby, so fucking wet for me. This what you wanted all along? For me to fucking ruin you on my cock?”

“Yes, Oscar, fuck!”

He chuckled darkly.

“That’s a good girl, so fucking tight, You’re getting close aren’t you? I can sweet your sweet pussy clenching around me, trying to keep me inside...”

He gripped your hips harder and angled his thrusts upwards, nailing your g-spot, and you were a goner. White spots danced in your vision as the pleasure overcame you, cunt spasming around Oscar.

“Perfect, perfect cunt. And it’s all fucking mine” he growled as he finally spilled inside you, filling you to the brim and forcing a pathetic whimper out of you at the new feeling.

Oscar had never come inside you before, and it was insanely hot. The feeling of your slick, hot walls pulsing around him was pure heaven and he couldn’t wait to test everything on that list.

After you’d regained your breath, you chuckled silently to yourself while stroking Oscar's back.

If this is what you got for leaving your list out, maybe you should tell Oscar about your box of toys in the in the back of your closet…

still tasting you lando norris x you (older piastri sister) rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) requested by @sublimebarbie for monzamusings ✨

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

Lando's voice was hushed and close, barely audible over the loud music but you heard him; you heard the suggestion in his tone - eyes dark when you peered into them, scorching through your soul. 

The room was a blur – bodies everywhere, EDM vibrating through the floor and syphoning up the ceiling, making your head spin. The shots on the way in didn’t help your sense of direction, the tequila tasting bitter on the tip of your tongue as you followed your brother; a chain of McLaren employees all fighting their way through the dense crowd. It was loud, raised voices trying to figure out where we were being dragged. Truthfully, it was almost too much. 

Until you saw him. His navy button down shirt stuck to his tanned skin, black thick-rimmed sunglasses shielding his bloodshot eyes, bright toothy smile reflecting the flashing lights. He was the embodiment of ‘dance like nobody’s watching’ with his arm raised in the air, singing along to a remix of No Diggity. Carefree, giving zero fucks until he saw you. 

To the outside looking in, you two were friendly - he was your younger brother's teammate, after all. But in the shadows, there were unspeakable acts of pleasure occurring that had you both sworn to secrecy. Quick glances, ghosting touches, passionate make out sessions behind motorhomes and late night rendezvous in hotel rooms. It was the whole ‘sneaking around’ cliche and you loved it. 

Especially when he looked at you like that. 

Like you’d hung the stars in the sky, like there was nobody else in the room but you. He was ravenous and completely enamoured; rendered speechless every single time. 

Granted, you looked hot. Intentionally. You craved his undivided attention and you had it in spades. He’d slipped away from the DJ booth as soon as he saw you lining up for a drink - chatting away with his PR manager and pretending like you couldn't feel his searing presence behind you. 

“Hey guys,” Lando cooly greeted, smiling brighter than the sun.

“Hey hun, I'm ordering drinks - what do you want?” Sophie asked, waiting a beat for Lando’s answer and getting nothing in return, “Lando?”

“Huh?” he mumbled, tearing his gaze away from you to his media manager who was still waiting for his drink order, but now with a sly smirk on her face, “Couldn’t hear you over the music.” He tried to play it off and she simply hummed in agreement and turned back to the bartender.

“Smooth,” you whispered playfully, pulling him into a friendly side hug, “Congrats on the win… must feel amazing.” 

Lando nodded and ran his hands through his hair - you'd noticed he always did that when he was nervous. His cheeks would flush, eyes would dart to anywhere but yours and his fingers would find the frayed ends of his gorgeous curls. All tell tale signs that he was into you. 

“Yeah, it does…” he agreed, nodding and chewing the inside of his cheek, “Not as amazing as you look but still pretty good.”

He could turn it on when he wanted to. And it made you blush as your idle hands playfully swatted him away until you spotted your little brother strolling over to the two of you with a smile. 

“Hey mate,” Oscar greeted happily, patting his teammate on the shoulder, “Celebrating?”

“Absolutely,” Lando enthused and held up his vodka soda with a grin, “Is Lily here?”

“Yeah she’s talking to someone. Thought i’d just come over and make sure my sister wasn’t annoying you again,” he winked, knowing that you were the least annoying person he knew. 

So you rolled your eyes and started to walk away, “Rich coming from you, kid.”

Oscar simply laughed, none the wiser to your arrangement with his teammate, “Don’t have too much fun and remember which side of the garage you’re related to, yeah?” “Yeah, yeah.” you brushed him off and slyly grasped Lando’s wrist, dragging him off into the sea of sweaty bodies and debauchery. 

It didn’t take long for his hands to find a place on your swaying hips, entranced by the way they moved to the music reverberating through your chest. It was hot, in more ways than just the temperature rising in the room as capacity hit. Lando’s breath swept across the back of your neck as he leaned in, so close to pressing his lips to the soft spot between your ear and shoulder that gifted him with the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

It took every ounce of will power to save it for the bedroom. 

But he was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

You couldn't stop the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as his confession washed over you. So you spun around in his arms and leaned in a little closer than "friendly".

But you didn't care – you needed him.

“Then take me somewhere and do something about it.”

That’s all it took. Five little words had you pressed up against the wall of the lavish bathroom. The lighting was dim, nothing but a single sconce illuminating the copper walls and the gorgeous vanity you were perched upon. It was clumsy, all teeth as you kissed the man holding you up, legs sprawled and mewls slipping from your ruby lips. Tongue tied and breathless, all the things to make a quickie, a quickie. 

“So fucking tight,” Lando grumbled as he pumped two fingers into you, the dampened string of what resembled a pair of panties haphazardly pulled to the side.

“Need to fuck me good then, hey.” It was a taunt fuelled by carnal need and desire - Lando simple nodded and lazily nipped at the skin exposed on your neck. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

He was painfully hard, which made unzipping his ridiculously tight trousers even harder than usual. But he managed to do it without missing a beat, fingers still delving into the depths he craved to feel squeezing his aching dick. He’d thought about it all day, even had to have a cold shower because of how fucking obsessed he was with the way you felt around him, clenching like you were now around his thick digits. 

“We’ve gotta be quick so leave everything on,” you whispered with a devilish glint in your hungry eyes, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Lando wasn’t going to protest, in fact he loved the idea of having you like this - fully clothed with only your cute, black lacy panties pulled to the side for him to slide into. He couldn’t wait any longer. His trousers and pants were hastily shoved down just enough to free him, the slick coat of excitement cooled by the air and sending a chill down his spine. Until he removed his fingers and ran himself through your folds, eliciting the sound of an angel, heaven sent.

“We good?” he asked sweetly and you nodded with pleading eyes, sealing a layer of consent before nudging his tip into you. 

A chorus of moans harmonised between the two of you, pleasantly satisfied by the intimacy as he shuffled forward with a gentle huff. It felt too good to have him inside you, filling you up with a delicious fullness you constantly craved from him. It’s all you needed after a long day of yearning and discreetly glancing across the garages - all you could think about was this moment, where it was just you and him; so outrageously turned on that you couldn’t wait to get back to his hotel. Desperately devoted.

“Feels unbelievable, baby,” you praised in a breathy moan, head tilted back against the already steamed up mirror hanging behind you.

“Having you like this is a fucking dream,” Lando practically growled as he pulled down the top of your dress and kissed the tops of your breasts, “So beautiful.” 

Everything felt heightened as you relaxed against the vanity, fully trusting his tight grip and letting go of all inhibitions. That’s how you felt with Lando - walls down and no longer scared to feel it all with someone. And god, it felt good to purge all the pent up lust and aching to have him like this, panting and whispering filth into your ear; every word and jut surmounting to the knot in your stomach snapping to ribbons all at once. Your rushed words pathetically coming out in a whine.

“Lan… Baby I’m gonna- fuck, I’m so close.” 

“Shhh, I got you darling, come ‘f me…” he sweetly whispered, easing you over the edge as his fingers caressed the bundle of nerves between your thighs like precious cargo. 

You chanted his name over and over and over again, fingernails clutching his clothed back for leverage as you convulsed in pleasure, shockwaves hitting every nerve in your body as he spilled into you with an exasperated groan. He was beautiful, all flushed and fucked out as he pressed his forehead to yours, weary eyes locked in once again. 

“Some of our best yet, I reckon,” Lando whispered, his smirking lips ghosting yours. 

You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss as you slid down off the vanity, readjusting your panties to their usual position. There was a short beat before you glanced back up at him with a smile, fingertips instinctively tracing the angles of his sharp jaw. 

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.” 

a/n – something a bit different! i've always wanted to explore a lando x older piastri sister because well, this fic series exists and older reader stories just hit harder and are a lot easier for me to write. so let me know what you think!

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two is always better than one - OSCAR PIASTRI & LANDO NORRIS

pairing : oscar piastri x fem!reader x lando norris ↳ oscar piastri x gf!reader

summary : what happens when lando catches y/n and oscar in a rather... compromising position?

warnings/notes : swearing, unprotected sex (please use protection!), dom!oscar (only for a bit), oral (m!receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, spanking, implied exhibitionism kink, praise kink, degradation kink, a shit ton of dirty talk, squirting

word count : 2.7k

song : hotel - montell fish

a/n : (its immediately nsfw, so its under the cut) teehee love these two sm

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Lando walked into Oscar's driver's room, expecting to find his friend alone. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of Oscar's cock thrusting in and out of Y/n's eager mouth. Her lips were stretched around Oscar's thick shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her throat with each movement.

Oscar had one hand tangled in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him off. His other hand gripped the armrest of his gaming chair, knuckles turning white from the intensity of the pleasure. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. "Your mouth feels so good."

She moaned around Oscar's cock, sending vibrations along his length. She loved the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue. Her own arousal was growing, her panties dampening as she serviced her boyfriend.

Y/n slid one hand down between her thighs, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. She rubbed herself through the thin material, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her other hand continued to stroke Oscar's balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

Oscar's eyes widened as he watched Y/n touch herself. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained with lust. "Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my cock."

Lando stood frozen in the doorway, his own cock hardening in his pants as he watched the lewd display before him. He knew he should leave, give them privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

As Lando turned to leave, Oscar called out to him, "Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't you want to join in on the fun?"

Lando hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at the couple, seeing the desire in their eyes and the invitation in Oscar's words. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pulled away from Oscar's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "Of course we're sure," she purred, her eyes locked onto Lando. "I love putting on a show for others."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his hand still tangled in Y/N's hair. "Come on, man. Don't be shy. We're all friends here, right?"

Lando took a deep breath, and his decision was made. He closed the door behind him and approached the couple, his cock straining against his pants. Y/n licked her lips as she watched him approach, her hand still rubbing her clit through her panties.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She was a vision of debauchery, her lips swollen from sucking Oscar's cock, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, mirroring Oscar's grip.

Oscar grinned, his own arousal growing at the sight of his two friends together. "Why don't you help her out, Lando? I'm sure she could use a few more fingers in that tight little pussy of hers."

Lando needed no further encouragement. He dropped to his knees beside Y/n, his hand replacing hers between her thighs. He pushed her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her wet heat, groaning at the feel of her walls clenching around him.

She gasped as Lando's fingers entered her, her back arching off the chair. She reached out and grabbed Oscar's cock, stroking him in time with Lando's thrusts. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, her head lolling back in ecstasy.

Y/n's mouth was filled with the taste of Oscar as she sucked him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Just as she was about to take him deeper, Oscar signaled to Lando, and both men pulled away from her simultaneously. Y/n whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, her body craving more.

She looked up at Oscar with pleading eyes, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. "Why did you stop?" she whined, her voice tinged with desperation. "I was just getting started."

Oscar cupped Y/n's cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Be patient, baby," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust.

He turned to Lando and gestured for him to help her stand up. Lando complied, pulling her to her feet and steadying her as she wobbled slightly. Once she was upright, Oscar gestured to the couch.

Lando sat down on the couch, his erection clearly visible through the fabric of his pants. He looked up at Y/n, his eyes hungry with desire. "Come here," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Y/n obeyed, walking over to him and straddling his lap. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness press against her core. "Mmm, you feel so big," she purred, her hands roaming over his chest.

She turned to face Oscar, her eyes seeking his approval. "Can I take these off for you, baby?" she asked, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties.

Oscar nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Go ahead, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/n slowly slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She turned back to Lando and straddled him once more, this time facing Oscar. She could feel Lando's hard cock pressing against her bare pussy, the heat of it seeping through his pants.

She began to grind against him, her wetness soaking through the fabric. Oscar had a perfect view of her spread open, her pink folds glistening with arousal. "Look at how wet you are," he growled, palming his own erection through his jeans. "You're dripping all over Lando's pants."

Lando's moans grew louder as Y/n continued to grind against him, the friction driving him wild. "Wait, stop," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips. "Take my pants off first."

Y/n obliged, sliding off his lap and kneeling before him. She unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing erection. She licked her lips at the sight of it, her eyes wide with desire.

He guided Y/n back onto his lap, positioning her so that she was still facing Oscar. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Y/n shook her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Not there," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I want it somewhere else."

Oscar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher her meaning. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

Lando understood immediately, his cock twitching at the thought. He moved his hand, positioning the tip of his erection at the entrance of Y/N's tight hole. "Is this what you want, Y/N?" he teased, his fingers digging into her hips. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

Y/n bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked onto Oscar's. "I want you to fuck my ass, Lando. I want to feel you inside me"

Oscar's eyes widened at Y/N's request, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering across his face. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand stroking his own cock faster. "I didn't know you were into that."

Lando didn't need any further encouragement. He pressed the tip of his cock against Y/N's tight entrance, feeling her tense up slightly. "Relax, Y/n," he murmured, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "I'll go slow."

With that, he began to push forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight ring of muscle. Y/n gasped at the initial stretch, her nails digging into the couch. But as he continued to press in, inch by inch, the pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure.

Lando groaned as more of his length disappeared into Y/n's tight heat. "Look, Osc," he panted, "she's taking it so well."

Oscar watched, transfixed, as Lando's cock slowly vanished into Y/n's ass. Her face was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, but she never once asked him to stop. "Fuck, she looks so hot," he said, his hand pumping his own cock faster. "I can't believe she's letting you do this."

Y/n moaned, her head falling back as Lando finally bottomed out inside her. "It feels so good," she whimpered, her hips starting to move tentatively. "Don't stop, Lando."

Lando began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he thrust into Y/n's tight ass. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan louder. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly.

Oscar watched, his own arousal growing as he saw his girlfriend take Lando's cock so eagerly. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. "You like having Lando's big cock in your ass?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yes, I love it," she gasped, her hips meeting Lando's thrusts. "It feels so fucking good."

Oscar's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Lando pound into Y/n's ass. "Lay down, Lando," he commanded, his voice authoritative. "I want to fuck her too."

Lando complied, laying back on the couch and pulling Y/n with him. She ended up straddling both men, Lando's cock still buried deep in her ass, while her pussy was exposed and glistening with arousal.

Oscar positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she begged, her hips wiggling impatiently. "Fuck me, Oscar."

Oscar gripped Y/N's hips, holding her steady as he slowly pushed into her tight, wet heat. She gasped as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Lando watched as Oscar began to move, his own cock twitching inside her. "She's so fucking hot," he muttered, his hands roaming over her curves. "I can't believe we're both inside her."

Y/n moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as both men moved within her. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building quickly. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her nails raking down Lando's chest. "I'm so close."

Oscar and Lando increased their pace, their hips slamming against hers in a frenzy of lust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the trio's moans and cries of pleasure.

Y/n's body was consumed by the dual sensations, her mind clouded with ecstasy. She could feel every ridge and vein of both cocks as they pistoned in and out of her, stretching her to her limits. "I'm gonna cum," she screamed, her voice raw with passion. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Her words spurred the men on, their thrusts becoming erratic as they chased their own releases. Oscar reached down, his fingers finding Y/n's clit and rubbing it furiously. That final stimulation was all she needed, and with a guttural cry, she came undone.

Her body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clamping down on the cocks inside her. Oscar and Lando followed soon after, their own releases triggered by the intensity of her climax.

Oscar came first, his cock spurting ribbons of cum into Y/n's pussy. Lando followed suit, his cock unable to slip out of her ass as he emptied himself into her tight hole.

Oscar grinned, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "You want more, baby?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust. "You want to have another round?"

Y/n nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I want it all."

Lando chuckled, his hand stroking his spent cock. "Looks like someone's needy tonight," he teased, his eyes roaming over Y/n's slightly shaky body.

Oscar stood up, pulling Y/n with him. He guided her to the other end of the couch, where Lando was already lying down with his head resting on the armrest. "Get on your knees, baby," Oscar instructed, his voice gruff with desire. "Suck Lando's cock while I fuck your ass."

Y/n eagerly complied, kneeling between Lando's legs and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She began to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft and bringing him back to full hardness.

Oscar pressed the tip of his cock against Y/n's tight hole, feeling the resistance of her muscles. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Maybe we need to loosen you up a bit more, huh?"

He began to push in, his cock stretching her even further than before. Y/n moaned around Lando's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and sucking driving her wild with pleasure.

Lando gripped Y/n's hair, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth as she sucked him off. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he praised, his eyes locked onto hers. "And Oscar, you have one hell of a slut for a girlfriend."

Oscar chuckled, his own hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked Y/n's ass. "I know, right?" he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "She's so fucking needy."

Y/n moaned in response, her mouth and ass filled with their cocks. She loved being used like this, loved the feeling of being their plaything. The more they complimented her, the more aroused she became, her body craving their touch and praise.

Her hand drifted down to her clit, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub as she continued to suck Lando off. Suddenly, a sharp smack echoed through the room as Oscar spanked her ass. "Ah!" she cried out, her fingers leaving her clit.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Oscar growled, his hand rubbing the reddening spot on her cheek. "You need to ask for permission first, understand?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes wide and submissive. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice muffled by Lando's cock.

Oscar smirked, pleased with Y/N's response. "Good girl," he praised, his hand caressing her ass before delivering another firm spank. "Now, let's see if you can make us both cum again."

He began to thrust harder, his cock plunging deep into her ass with each stroke. Lando matched his pace, his hips rising to meet Y/n's mouth as she continued to suck him off. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh, creating a symphony of lust.

Y/n's body was on fire, her nerves alight with pleasure as the men used her for their own satisfaction. She could feel her orgasm building once again, her walls clenching around Oscar's cock as she sucked Lando's with renewed vigor.

Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she came hard, her pussy squirting clear fluid onto the couch beneath her.

The sensation of her coming undone around him drove Oscar over the edge, and with a final thrust, he buried his cock deep in her ass and released. His hot seed filled her, mixing with the remnants of Lando's previous load.

Lando followed shortly after, his cock pulsing in Y/n's mouth as he emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up with the volume.

When Lando finished, Y/N pulled his cock out of her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she opened her mouth wide to show him that she had swallowed every last drop. Lando grinned, his hand stroking her cheek affectionately. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Oscar pulled out of Y/n's ass, his softening cock slipping out with a wet pop. He admired the sight of her, sprawled out on the couch with their combined fluids dripping from her holes. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his hand caressing her lower back.

Y/n's body trembled, her limbs weak from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She collapsed onto the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Oscar and Lando each wrapped an arm around her, supporting her weight and pulling her close.

"That was incredible," Lando said, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anyone take it so well."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's skin. "She's something special, isn't she?" he mused, his eyes filled with admiration and love for his girlfriend.

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mark me yours - OSCAR PIASTRI

pairing : oscar piastri x gf!reader

summary : biting has weirdly always been a part of y/n's love language, what happens when she bites oscar where he's a little bit more than just sensitive?

warnings/notes : swearing, smut, unprotected sex (please use protection!), sub!oscar, creampie, biting, marking kink, hickies, oral (m!receiving), edging, handjob, praise kink,degrading kink, name calling, begging, humiliation kink, cum play, multiple orgasms, slight dacryphilia, use of "good boy"

word count : 3.0k

a/n : i have a thing for submissive men i fear (this is so self indulgent)

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Y/n and Oscar were playfighting on the living room floor, laughing and giggling as they tumbled around. Suddenly, Y/n leaned in and planted a small, innocent bite on Oscar's neck. However, she had unknowingly found a sensitive spot, causing him to let out a sharp gasp.

Startled by his reaction, Y/n pulled back, her eyes wide with concern. "Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Oscar, still reeling from the unexpected sensation, couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say, his voice slightly strained. "It just felt really intense for a moment there."

Y/n bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Really? Well, maybe we should explore that a little more," she suggested, leaning in once again.

She grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on Oscar. She continued to suck and nibble on his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive spot with each bite. Oscar's breathing grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a whimper as she bit down harder.

"Jesus fuck, are you a vampire or something?" he gasped, trying to mask the pleasure he was feeling. His body trembled slightly, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest.

Y/n chuckled, her hot breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I am," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Or maybe you're just sensitive."

She continued her assault on his neck, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites. Each time she found that sensitive spot, Oscar couldn't help but moan, his body responding to her touch in ways he hadn't expected.

Y/n's fingers deftly worked at the hem of Oscar's hoodie, pulling it up and over his head. She tossed it aside, revealing his toned chest and abs. Her eyes roamed over his body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Mmm, look at you," she purred, her hands trailing down his chest. "So strong and sexy."

Oscar shivered at her touch, his muscles tensing as her fingers explored his body. He couldn't believe how turned on he was getting from something so simple.

Y/n leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I wonder what other sensitive spots I can find on you," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Her hands continued their exploration, moving lower and lower until they reached the waistband of his jeans. With a swift motion, she unbuttoned them and slid her hand inside, palming his growing erection through his boxers.

Y/n guided Oscar to the couch, her hands firmly grasping his hips. Once he was seated, she knelt down in front of him, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, she pulled them down, revealing his hard, throbbing member.

"Oh, looks like someone's excited," she teased, her eyes locked onto his manhood. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a few gentle strokes.

Oscar let out a low groan, his head falling back against the couch cushions. He couldn't believe how good her touch felt, and he was already aching for more.

Y/n leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Then, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down.

Oscar's moans and whines grew louder as Y/n's skilled mouth worked on his throbbing member. She pulled away for a moment, leaving him panting and desperate for more.

"Look at you, so needy and desperate," she taunted, her hand continuing to stroke his shaft. "You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you?"

Oscar couldn't even form a coherent response, his mind clouded with lust and desire. He could only nod and whimper, his hips bucking into her hand as she continued to tease him.

Y/n smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Beg for me to take you back into my mouth."

Oscar's heart raced at her words, his body trembling with anticipation. "Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need you. I need your mouth on me."

Y/n's hand slowed to a torturous pace, her fingers barely grazing Oscar's sensitive skin. She could feel him squirming beneath her touch, his desperation growing with each passing second.

"Please, Y/n," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "I can't take it anymore. I need you so badly."

She chuckled, her breath hot against his skin. "What was that? I didn't quite catch that."

Oscar's hips bucked upwards, seeking more friction. "Please, I'm begging you. Take me into your mouth again. I need to feel your lips around me. I'll do anything, just please don't stop."

Y/n's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at his desperate pleas. She loved seeing him so worked up, so completely at her mercy. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock.

"Since you asked so nicely," she purred, before taking him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around his shaft as she began to bob her head once more.

As Y/n's lips and tongue worked their magic, Oscar couldn't hold back the loud, slutty moans that escaped his lips. The sound of his own voice, so desperate and needy, only served to heighten his arousal.

Y/n smiled against his cock, feeling it twitch in response to his moans. She planted soft kisses along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, her lips trailing up and down its length.

Oscar covered his face with his hands, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Y/n," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum. Oh god, you're gonna make me cum."

Y/n picked up the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to the brink. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his body tensing as he prepared for his release.

Oscar's whines and moans grew louder and more desperate as Y/n's mouth and hand worked tirelessly on his throbbing cock. His body trembled with each stroke of her tongue, his hips bucking upwards as he sought more friction.

"Oh god, Y/n," he panted, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close, I can feel it."

Y/n could sense his impending orgasm, and she doubled her efforts, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to push him over the edge. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue, his body tensing as he neared his climax.

As Oscar's orgasm hit, Y/n felt his cock pulse and twitch in her mouth. She continued to suck and stroke him through his climax, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to milk every last drop of his cum.

When he finally finished, she pulled back, his spent member slipping from her lips. She held his gaze as she opened her mouth, revealing the thick, creamy load she had collected.

Slowly, she straddled his thighs, leaning in to press her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues met, she allowed some of his cum to transfer into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.

Oscar moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip her hips. He could taste his own essence on her tongue, the flavor both strange and arousing. He knew he should feel embarrassed, but all he could focus on was the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.

As their tongues continued to dance, Oscar's hands shook as he gripped Y/n's waist. He could feel the heat of her body pressing against his, and he craved more.

"Take your clothes off," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you."

Y/n smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She sat back, slowly peeling off her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, clad in a lacy black bra. Oscar's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight.

She unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to expose her bare chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention. Oscar reached up, his fingers grazing her sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

Y/n then stood up, shimmying out of her jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She kicked them aside, leaving her completely naked before him. Oscar drank in the sight of her, his cock already beginning to stir once more.

Y/n straddled Oscar's thighs once more, her naked body pressing against his. She captured his lips in a searing kiss, her hands roaming over his chest and abs.

"You're such a good boy," she purred between kisses, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "So obedient and eager to please."

She nipped at his bottom lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "But you're also such a dirty slut, aren't you? Begging for my touch, craving my attention like a desperate whore."

Oscar moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking upwards to meet her. He couldn't deny the truth in her words; he was completely under her spell, willing to do anything for her touch.

Y/n's hand trailed down his stomach, her fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, her thumb swirling around the tip.

Y/n's hand moved in slow, torturous strokes along Oscar's shaft, her grip firm but not too tight. She could feel him throbbing in her palm, his body trembling with each movement of her hand.

"Shh, it's okay," she cooed, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're doing so well, being such a good boy for me."

Oscar whimpered, his hips bucking upwards in search of more friction. He wanted to beg her for more, to plead with her to let him cum, but he knew better than to disobey her.

"If you're patient and keep being a good boy," she promised, her voice low and seductive, "I'll let you cum soon. Just keep trusting me, and I'll give you everything you need."

She continued her slow, agonizing handjob, her thumb teasing the sensitive head of his cock. Oscar's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm hovering just out of reach.

Y/n's hand remained steady, maintaining the slow, torturous pace that was driving Oscar wild with need. As she watched him squirm beneath her touch, she noticed the tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.

"Aww, look at you," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Are those tears I see? Good boys don't cry, you know."

Oscar bit his lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. He knew she was right, and he didn't want to disappoint her. But the pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that he could barely think straight.

"That's it, be a good boy," she encouraged, her hand never faltering in its rhythm. "Keep fighting those tears, and I might just reward you for your efforts."

Oscar nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on controlling his emotions. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure inside him reaching a fever pitch. He just needed to hold on a little longer, to prove to her that he was worthy of her praise.

As Oscar's moans grew louder and more desperate, Y/n could sense his impending orgasm. She increased the speed of her strokes, her hand flying over his shaft in a blur of motion.

Just as he was about to reach his peak, she abruptly released his cock, her hand pulling away entirely. Oscar's eyes snapped open, his mouth falling agape in shock and disbelief.

"No!" he cried out, his voice cracking with desperation. "No, please don't stop. I was so close, please..."

He reached for her hand, trying to guide it back to his aching member, but she swatted his hand away. She smirked down at him, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

Y/n's eyes locked with Oscar's as she grasped his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him, her wet heat enveloping his throbbing member inch by delicious inch.

Oscar gasped at the sensation, his hands flying to her hips as he fought the urge to thrust upwards. She felt incredible, her walls hugging his cock like a velvet glove.

Once she was fully seated, Y/n paused, savoring the feeling of being so perfectly filled. She rolled her hips, grinding against him in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she purred, her nails digging into his chest. "I could stay like this forever, just feeling you stretch me open."

Oscar moaned, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. He couldn't believe the torture she was putting him through, the way she was teasing him with her body. He wanted to pound into her, to claim her as his own, but he knew better than to disobey her commands.

Y/n began to ride him in earnest, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She leaned forward, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his neck as she left a trail of bites and hickies in her wake.

Oscar groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushions as he surrendered to the pleasure. Each bite sent a jolt of electricity through his body, heightening his senses and making every thrust feel even more intense.

Y/n's nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, could sense his impending release. But she wasn't ready for it to end yet.

With a wicked grin, she climbed off of him, leaving him empty and aching. She turned around, presenting her ass to him as she bent over the arm of the couch.

"Come and get it," she challenged, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Show me how much you want me."

Oscar's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight before him. Y/n's perfect ass was on display, her pussy glistening with their combined juices. Without hesitation, he moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.

With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her once more, groaning at the exquisite feeling of her tight heat enveloping him. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with abandon as he chased his release.

Y/n cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly as she pushed back against him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Yes, just like that," she panted, her voice strained with ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, make me yours."

Oscar obliged, his hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. But he held back, determined to make her cum first.

Y/n's moans grew louder and more urgent as Oscar continued to pound into her. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Please, let me cum inside you," Oscar begged, his voice raw with desperation. "I've been such a good boy, I promise. I just need to feel you, all of you."

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy. She could feel Oscar's cock throbbing inside her, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold back his own release.

"Cum with me," she demanded, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."

As their orgasms crashed over them, Oscar sank his teeth into Y/n's neck, muffling his own moans of pleasure. The sensation of his teeth breaking her skin sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through her body, and she cried out in response.

Their bodies convulsed in unison, their fluids mixing as they rode out the intense waves of their shared climax. Oscar's hips continued to thrust, drawing out their pleasure for as long as possible.

Finally, they collapsed together on the couch, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Oscar's teeth released her neck, and he nuzzled into her hair, his breathing ragged and uneven.

As the aftershocks of their intense orgasms subsided, Oscar began to mutter words of gratitude and appreciation. His voice was hoarse and raw, filled with emotion.

"Holy shit, that was incredible," he breathed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's skin. "Thank you so much, you're amazing."

Y/n smiled, turning her head to capture his lips in a tender kiss. "You're welcome," she murmured against his mouth. "And you did so well, being such a good boy for me."

She pulled away from the kiss, a playful smirk on her face. "Why did you bite me?" she asked, her fingers gently probing the spot where his teeth had broken her skin.

Oscar looked sheepish, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he confessed. "It was like my body took control, and I needed to do something to keep from screaming."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if you're going to point out the bite on your neck, you should probably take a look at mine," he teased, tilting his head to the side.

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his neck, covered in a patchwork of bites and hickies. Some were still red and angry, while others had begun to bruise.

"Wow, I really went to town on you, didn't I?" she laughed, her fingers tracing the marks on his skin. "You're lucky you're so cute, or else you'd have some explaining to do."

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Kinktober Day 9 - Orgasm Denial - OP81

Oscar Piastri X Reader

TW - A week long denial, some description of edging, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex

WC 2100+

Y/N POV"

"Oscar, it's been three days, please," I beg again.

"You said you wanted to try a week," Oscar asks with a light laugh falling from his lips, raising his brow in a questioning manner. I just groan out throwing my head back before finally admitting, "I can't do it any longer."

"No? I told you, you wouldn't be able to. Too much of a little cum slut to go a whole week without cumming for me," Oscar teases making my thighs clench together at his words.

"Oscar, I thought it would be easy. But you made it hard," I whine trying to climb into Oscar's lap.

"ME?! I didn't do anything," Oscar mocks innocence.

"Oscar, you were buried between my thighs for over an hour yesterday refusing to let me cum," I tell him while starting to grind down on him looking for more friction.

"You said, you wanted to be edged a week. I wasn't about to go a week without touching you," Oscar says making me whine out and grind a bit harder.

"Please, you were right," I finally admit hoping Oscar realizes I'm tired of the little game we decided to play.

"I think you can make it another day or so," Oscar finally says before halting my movements not allowing me to gain any more pleasure.

"Oscar," I deadpan looking straight at him.

"Y/N," Oscar mocks back making me whine knowing it was gonna be a losing battle.

As the rest of the day goes on Oscar doesn't tease too much but will occasionally will send a quick slap to my ass or grope my tit a little knowing how sensitive I was when I was this worked up.

The next day was a whole other story. I woke up to Oscar nearly bringing to an orgasm but quickly stops when he knows I'm close. Throughout the whole day I can barely focus on anything but the dull throb between my legs.

"Oscar, I'm over this," I tell him again making him look at me before turning his attention back to his phone.

When night rolls around Oscar find his way between my thighs again bringing me to the edge multiple times before calling is quits and crawling into bed with me again.

"How are you not ready to cum too?" I question Oscar knowing he wasn't cumming either.

"Cause, I'm finding too much pleasure in how desperate you get," Oscar tells me simply before pulling me into his chest before both of us fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up before Oscar and decide it was my time to show him exactly how I was feeling. I slowly sneak under the covers to find Oscar's morning wood already standing up proudly through his boxers he slept in the night before. I sloftly pull out his cock from his boxers bringing my mouth down to his cock which is already leaking with precum, showing he he was struggling with this denial just as much as me.

"Fuck, baby," Oscar groans clearly waking up from the pleasure. I continued my actions bringing Oscar right to the edge but quickly stopping when my alarm went off telling me it was time to get up for the day. When I get out of bed without saying anything and turning off the alarm Oscar is quick to start complaining.

"Baby, please. You can spare another minute I was so close."

I just laugh at Oscar's desperation knowing he got just a lick of what I've been going through the past 5 days. When I get in the shower I hear Oscar come in to start his day as well.

"That sucked," Oscar whispers just before starting to brush his teeth. I just giggled at him again.

"Only two more days," I chuckle knowing if I continued to tease Oscar he would snap far before the two days were up. As the day continues I can tell Oscar is growing weaker by the hour. Between small brushes past him or teasing kisses placed on his sensitive spots there was only so much Oscar could take.

When we finally get into bed for the night Oscar sits up and starts talking.

"Baby, I don't think I can take this any longer. I haven't cum in days and between your teasing and me teasing you, I can't do it," Oscar finally admits making me sit up with him.

"Oscar, you've been teasing me non stop all week and I spend one day giving you a taste of the same medicine and you're ready to break," I tease making Oscar groan out realizing just how desperate I must be too.

"We can make it anoter full day," I add sternly before laying back down and going to sleep with Oscar finally cuddling up and falling asleep as well.

The next day was a busy day so neither of us really had a chance to really continue teasing but that night we both went a bit crazy knowing tomorrow would be the day.

"Y/N baby, fuck I can't handle much more," Oscar gasps out after I spent the last couple of hours edging him. I finally pull back and crawl into his arms before placing a few kisses on his lips before he flips us over and starts teasing me back.

It's only been a half an hour before I'm shaking from how stimulated I was, "I'm cloae again." I moan out which has Oscar pulling away allowing me to come down from the edge before repeating the whole process.

"Feels so good Osc," I whine out when Oscar has three fingers shoved into my dripping pussy.

"No more," I finally whine out when Oscar pulls away again, having lost count of how many times he had brought me to the edge before pulling away.

When Oscar climbs back up he pulls me in for a kiss allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

"Tomorrow," Oscar whispers against my lips making me whisper back.

Edging was something Oscar and I loved to do and when we set a date we almost always stuck with that, but this past week we were both close to breaking multiple times showing that maybe next time we had this much time on our hands we would not be doing it this long again.

In the morning we both had Zoom meetings which we both agreed we would be spending the rest of the day in bed together once they had both ended.

It's around 3pm when we both find ourselves back in bed. It's almost instant we start making out, with me on top of Oscar I'm grinding into him feeling how hard he is growing instantly.

It's not long before our clothes are completely off and Oscar is burried in my pussy again.

"Fuck, Osc I'm close," I moan out which has him pulling back continuing to edge me a bit. I feel his fingers slip into my pussy making me clinch around them loving the feeling of being filled up again.

"Oscar," I moan out loudly when Oscar starts finger fucking me making sure to his my G-spot over and over and over again bringing me to the edge again. Oscar knows my body like the back of his hand so he pulls out again allowing me to calm down a bit before continuing.

"No, more," I moan when Oscar brings me to the edge again for the 5th or 6th time in such a short period of time.

"Give me one more," Oscar mumbles against my pussy sending a new vibration to my clit. He pulls back slightly blowing on my clit making me whine out at the cooling sensation.

When Oscar brings his lips down to my pussy he starts out slowly building my orgasm back up slower than he had been today. When he slowly slips his fingers back into my pussy I feel them curl right against my G-spot knowing I won't last long like this, but instead of Oscar aggressively fucking me like normal he's just slowly massaging me making sure to continue to bring me up slowly.

"Close," I moan out even though both Oscar and I know I won't be able to come with such a light stimulation he was currently giving me. Oscar doesn't change a single thing keeping me right on the edge but not allowing me to fall over. He continued to hold me on the edge for at least 30 seconds before he pulled back watching me whine out knowing how desperate I truly was.

"Are you ready?" Oscar whispers while making eye contact.

"Mhm, please, Osc," I moan out clearly still blissed out from the previous pleasure. Oscar dices right back in making sure to bring me right to the edge rather quickly before slowing down and keepign me right there again.

"Please," I beg out not knowing how much more I can handle.

"Patience," Oscar mumbles out against my throbbing clit making me whine at the stimulation.

Oscar finally decides to quit his teasing because he starts speeding up making me want to cum almost instantly but holding back knowing I had to wait for permission.

"Cum for me," Oscar says while speeding up his actions with his fingers making me instantly start cumming all over his face. It was rare for me to squirt but neither of us were surprised when it happened. Once I've come down from my high of myt orgasm Oscar doesn't slow down one bit making sure to bring me to the edge almost instantly.

"I'm gonna-" I can't even finish what I'm trying to say before I'm releasing another orgasm spraying my orgasm all over Oscar's face again.

"One more before I fuck you," Oscar mumbles out making sure to keep the same amount of pleasure coursing through my body.

"I don't know if I can," I whine out feeling the overstimulation start to take course.

"You can and you will," Oscar tells me sternly making it clear he knows exactly where my limits truly are.

I feel Oscar slip another finger in stretching me out even more. "Fuck!" I moan out getting slightly overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"Cum for me," Oscar says instantly making me start cumming again. While I didn't squirt this time the pleasure from this orgasm was just as intense if not more. Oscar helps me ride out my orgasm before slowly pulling away and bringing his face close to mine to see just how much I soaked it.

"You're quite the messy girl," Oscar jokes before starting to kiss me allowing me to recover from so many orgasms before making me cum again.

I can feel Oscar start to tease my clit with the tip of his cock making me twitch a bit due to being so sensitive. When Oscar finally slips into my pussy he instantly bottoms out making me moan loudly while he also groans finally feeling my pussy for the first time in a week.

"So tight," Oscar groans into my neck tickling it a bit, before he bits down and leaves a little hickey.

Oscar starts at a slow pace before building it into a brutal pace making me pant, "I'm about to cum."

"Cum for me baby," Oscar groans slipping his finger down to my slit and applying slight pressure to help bring me over the edge. While I'm cumming I can feel Oscar tense a bit before starting to cum and release rope after rope filling my pussy up.

"Fuck," Oscar groans while coming down from his orgasm.

"More," I whine while starting to grind my hips up to get more stimulation and get Oscar fully hard again.

It didn't take Oscar very long before he was pumping into me at an unforgivable pace. It was rare for Oscar to get this rough but after a week of teasing this is exactly what we needed.

It's not long before I find myself at the edge again but this time it is building up to be substantially stronger than my previous ones.

"Fuck," I whine out not knowing what to do being so overwhelmed. Oscar removed his hand from my clit knowing it would be too overwhelming if I came like that again.

"Cum with me," Oscar gasps out clearly being just as close as I am.

The second I start cumming Oscar sends one last rough thrust burying deep into my pussy and unleashing another load filling me up so much that some of it is leaking out and sliding down my ass.

"Fuck, that was good," Oscar announces breaking the silence before laying next to me while we both come down from the most intense sex we've had in a while. I just laugh before turning on my side and cuddling into his side.

"I love you," I whisper leaning up and kissing him softly.

We spent the rest of our day making each other cum over and over again before ending the night in the shower and watching a movie.

“Dirty desires”

LN4

Warnings; smut, dirty talk, rough sex, 18+ language, spanking, public sex, choking, jealous lando.

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The relationship between you and Lando Norris has always been complicated. Growing up, you knew him because he was practically glued to your brother, Max Fewtrell. Max and Lando were inseparable, always up to something—whether it was racing, pranking, or just hanging out. And because of that, Lando was always around, just as much a part of your life as Max was

But Lando? He was different with you. Sometimes he’d be sweet, flashing you that charming smile that made your heart skip a beat, joking around with you like he really cared. But other times, he was an absolute dick, teasing you, getting under your skin, and acting like you didn’t matter. It was confusing. Annoying. Yet, there was something about him that always drew you in, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

It didn’t help that Lando loved to flirt with you, pushing boundaries that left you feeling hot and bothered, but he never took it seriously—at least, not that you could tell. He’d say something suggestive, catch your reaction, and then walk away with that smug grin. It was like a game to him, and you hated how much it got to you. But that’s just who Lando was. Unpredictable. Infuriating. And yet, impossible to resist.

Max, on the other hand, had always been protective of you. Ever since you were kids, he’d made it clear that Lando was off-limits. “He’s a player,” Max would say, almost like a broken record. “Don’t fall for his charm, because he’ll break your heart.” And as much as you rolled your eyes at your brother’s warnings, you knew he was just looking out for you. He meant well.

But Max didn’t know how complicated things really were. How Lando’s mixed signals drove you insane, or how the tension between you two kept building every time you were alone. And no matter how hard you tried to follow Max’s advice, there was always that little voice in your head wondering, What if?

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It was Lando’s last weekend before the race break ended, and, unsurprisingly, he was out clubbing again. That’s kind of his thing, really. Clubbing, golfing, and—let’s be real—low-key being a man whore. You weren’t even planning to go out tonight, perfectly content to stay in, but Max’s girlfriend, P, insisted you join them. Said it’d be “so much fun” and you “needed a night out.”

So, that’s how you ended up here, in some packed Monaco club, the music thumping so hard it rattled your chest. You glanced at your phone. Wait, it’s 11 PM already? Christ… You swore you’d only be out for an hour or two. But between P’s enthusiasm and the relentless energy of this place, time had slipped away.

It didn’t help that, somewhere across the dance floor, you knew Lando was around. Probably surrounded by girls, flashing that same cocky grin, like he owned the place. Typical. You hadn’t seen him yet tonight, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. He always did.

Throughout your conversation with P, she kept glancing around, clearly distracted. “I’m gonna go find Max,” she finally said with a quick smile, leaving you standing there with a sigh. Great. Now you were alone, left with nothing but the pounding music, your thoughts, and the drink in your hand—a drink that was practically empty. Ugh.

You glanced at the half-melted ice cubes clinking at the bottom of the glass and rolled your eyes. Typical. Of course, P would ditch you the moment you started to feel like maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad. Now, you were stuck in this crowded club with no one to talk to and no Lando in sight yet either—not that you were particularly looking for him.

You let out a sigh, deciding the only way to salvage this night was to head to the bar. If you were going to make it through, you definitely needed more drinks. As you weaved through the crowd, you were barely paying attention when you suddenly collided with someone. Of course. Dumbass, you cursed yourself as you almost tripped, bracing for impact with the floor.

Before you could hit the ground, though, a pair of hands grabbed you—one on your back, the other steadying your waist. “Woah, careful there,” the guy said, his voice smooth as he helped you find your balance. You were quick to apologize, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he just gave you an easy smile like it was no big deal.

Your eyes flicked up to meet the man who had caught you. Brunette hair, brown eyes, and on the smaller side—kind of your typical guy. But as you took a moment to study his face, you realized he wasn’t that bad-looking. His eyebrow quirked up, a little chuckle escaping his lips as he gave you a teasing grin.

“You good there?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

You quickly shook your head, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The guy tilted his head slightly, still smiling.

“Theo,” he said, offering his name casually.

You frowned for a second, confused, before it clicked. Dumbass, he’s telling you his name. Your face only got redder as you tried to play it off smoothly. “Y/n,” you introduced yourself, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were.

What started as a small interaction with Theo quickly turned into casual small talk. Before you knew it, he was being overly flirty, his hand lingering a little too long on your waist and his laughter coming a bit too easily. You didn’t mind, though. It felt nice to have a change for one night, a distraction from everything else.

But across the bar, Lando was watching. You could feel his gaze burning into you, and let’s just say he didn’t look too pleased. The easygoing vibe he had earlier was gone, replaced by a tense irritation as he took in the sight of you chatting and laughing with Theo.

Lando watched as Theo’s hand rested possessively on your waist, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. The sight of you giggling at whatever dirty things he was saying made his blood boil. That should be me, he thought, a wave of irritation washing over him. The playful banter you shared with Theo felt like a punch to the gut, and Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy creeping in.

As his friends droned on about irrelevant topics, Lando found it hard to concentrate on anything but your laughter. He tightened his grip on his drink, knuckles going white as one of his friends noticed his growing agitation. “You good?”

“Just peachy,” he snapped, barely registering the question. He finished his drink in one swift motion, the bitter taste fueling his frustration. Fuck this. He slammed the empty cup onto the bar, pushing past his friends and weaving through the crowd. He had to get to you before he lost his mind.

Lando quickly made his way to you and Theo, his irritation bubbling just below the surface. You were deep in conversation, laughter spilling from your lips as Theo leaned in a little too close for comfort. Lando couldn’t hold back any longer. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but the tension in his voice betrayed him.

You and Theo halted mid-conversation, confusion etched on your face. Theo appeared surprised, his eyebrows raised in a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What?” you nearly scoffed, a hint of defiance in your tone. Why does he care? “I’m just talking…?”

Lando would love to say he was just fine! But no. Your words and that goddamn attitude were driving him up the wall.

Without a second thought, he scoffed, reaching out and roughly grabbing your arm, not caring at all what Theo thought. “We’re leaving,” he hissed, the irritation in his voice unmistakable.

You winced at the harsh grip he had on your arm, the suddenness of it catching you off guard. You didn’t even have a chance to protest as he pulled you through the crowd, weaving past people who barely noticed the storm brewing between you. Lord forbid Max sees this.

Lando finally pulled you into the dimly lit bathroom of the club, dragging you toward the empty unisex stall. The door clicked shut behind you, the echo of the lock sliding into place amplifying the tension between you two.

“What the fuck, Lando!” you snapped, trying to wriggle free from his grip. But before you could escape, he slammed you back against the locked door, the impact leaving you breathless.

“What the fuck are you playing at, huh?” he hissed, his eyes blazing with frustration. The club music barely there from being so far away now.

You almost scoffed at Lando’s behavior, confusion mixing with annoyance. Why’s he acting like this? Your eyes scanned him, taking in the way his chest heaved with frustration, a tension radiating from him that was hard to ignore.

You frowned at him, trying to mask the unease swirling in your stomach. “What is your fucking problem, Norris?”

Unfortunately, your words only fueled his anger. In one swift motion, he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head against the door. The sudden movement left you breathless, a mix of adrenaline and disbelief coursing through you.

“What’s my problem?” he spat, his voice low and intense. “You mean why are you being such a slut?” The accusation hung heavily in the air, shocking you into silence as you stared into his fierce eyes.

Before you could get another word out, before you could question Lando's erratic behavior, he pressed his body against yours, effectively trapping you against the door. The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, and your heart raced in response. He looked you up and down, a scoff escaping his lips as he took in your short outfit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he murmured, the disbelief laced with frustration.

Then, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear, he whispered, "Now do you think I feel, huh? Watching you have him all over your slutty body?" The words dripped with possessiveness, Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of the moment crashing over you like a wave.

Your eyes darted over Lando's face, searching for some hint of the boy you knew beneath the anger. But as his gaze locked onto yours, your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. Shit, you thought, feeling a sudden wetness forming in your panties that you couldn't ignore. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, the heat pooling in your core betrayed you.

You instinctively crossed one leg over the other, clenching your thighs together in a desperate attempt to regain control. But Lando noticed-his eyes flicking down to your legs before snapping back up to meet your gaze with a smirk that sent a jolt through you.

With a swift movement, he pushed your legs apart, pressing his knee firmly against your panties. The contact made your breath hitch, and you could feel every nerve ending in your body screaming for attention.

He leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss against your neck, igniting a fire within you. The warmth of his lips lingered as he leaned closer, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Think someone needs a proper fucking," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, and suddenly the line between anger and lust blurred in the heat of the moment.

The only sound that escaped your lips was a weak whine, your body betraying you with a desperate need you couldn't ignore. "We're really going to fuck here?

What if someone hears us?" you managed to stammer, your heart racing as you registered the wild idea of being caught. But deep down, you knew your body was screaming for it-screaming to be filled up, to feel the thrill of the moment consume you entirely.

lips curled into a knowing smirk, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "Let them hear," he replied, his voice low and husky, dripping with confidence.

"You're mine right now, and I want you to feel how much I need you."

With those words, all rational thought slipped away, leaving only the heat of desire coursing through your veins. The world outside the bathroom faded, and all that mattered was the two of you, the thrill of the risk, and the insatiable craving igniting.

You gasped as Lando suddenly pressed his knee harder into your panties, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through you. He began to move his knee in slow, teasing circles, each motion igniting a fire that spread through your entire body.

"Lando," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, a mix of surprise and undeniable need.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "I know."

Not being able to take it any longer, you leaned in as Lando drew closer, your lips brushing against his in a tentative yet eager kiss. The moment your mouths connected, he released your wrists, allowing your hands to drop. You seized the opportunity, grabbing his face to pull him in closer, craving the taste of him with a needy, sloppy kiss.

Lando responded instantly, one hand finding its place on your waist, anchoring you against him as he deepened the kiss. His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you flush against him, the heat radiating between your bodies igniting a primal hunger.

As the kiss deepened, Lando's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer. You felt the heat radiating off his body, overwhelming you in the best way possible. The urgency of the moment heightened as he tilted his head, allowing his lips to explore yours with a mix of tenderness and raw desire.

But then, just as you thought it couldn't get any more intense, Lando's free hand moved to your throat. His fingers wrapped around it gently yet

possessively, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was a bold move, one that sent your heart racing and ignited a spark of thrill within you.

"God, you're driving me wild," he whispered against your lips, his voice husky and low. The sensation of his hand around your throat made you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated, heightening every kiss and every brush of his lips.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core as Lando pressed himself against you, the firmness of his body against yours intensifying the moment. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling the way he controlled you yet made you feel completely free at the same time.

With his grip on your throat, Lando pulled you to the sink, his urgency palpable. He pressed you against the cool surface, lifting you effortlessly and positioning you just right. The moment he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected your lips, lingering like an unspoken promise of what was to come.

Without hesitation, Lando leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck. He trailed sloppy kisses down the delicate skin, each one sending a thrill through your body. You tilted your head back, letting out a soft moan as his warm breath danced against your skin. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, urging him on as he worked his way lower.

Looking up at you from your neck, he captured your gaze, his lips still pressed against you as he began to suck, marking you with a hickey that would surely raise questions later. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could feel a flush creeping up your cheeks, only intensified by his other hand pushing your thighs apart.

His fingers quickly found the waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion, he ripped them off, the fabric tearing away to reveal your already soaked pussy. You gasped as the cool air hit you, sending a wave of sensation coursing through your body. The mix of excitement and vulnerability was electrifying, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

Lando's lips left your neck, a trail of heat in their wake as he pulled you away from the sink. With a swift, practiced motion, he turned you around, pushing you down against the cool surface. Your heart raced at the sensation, the new position leaving you even more exposed, the thrill of it all making you wetter.

You gasped at the sudden rush of feeling, your body instinctively arching as Lando pushed your skirt down just enough to reveal your bare ass. He let out a low groan at the sight, clearly enjoying the view as his cock hardened against you.

Without warning, his hand came down hard, a sharp smack landing on your ass. You jumped at the impact, a mix of surprise and pleasure shooting through you. "Lan!" You exclaimed, your voice almost too loud for the small space.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction, and his grip tightened on your hips. "You wanted this, didn't you?" he teased, his voice low and filled with that familiar confidence that made your pulse quicken.

You could barely respond, your mind racing with a whirlwind of sensations, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

You felt his warmth against you, the promise of what was to come sending shivers down your spine.

"Just let go," he urged, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll make you feel so good."

You almost whimpered at his words, feeling yourself getting even more wet.

Why were you so needy for your brother's best friend? The thought sent a thrill through you, heightening your desperation. You needed this—needed him.

"Lando, please," you whined, the plea escaping your lips before you could stop it.

He chuckled darkly at your desperation, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Please what?" His voice dripped with mock innocence, but the heat in his tone betrayed his intentions.

"You want me to give you what you want?"

"Y-You know what I want," you stammered, your heart racing as you pressed your hips back against him, craving the contact. Every second that passed only intensified the ache between your thighs.

"Dol?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear. "Maybe you should ask me nicely."

With that, he suddenly yanked you back against him, his grip fierce as he pressed his hips into your ass. "You want it, then beg for it," he commanded, his voice low and rough.

You could feel the tension building, every nerve ending alive with anticipation as you turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. "Lando..." you whispered, your voice shaky yet defiant. "I need you. Now."

"Not good enough," he growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you back harder against him. "I want to hear you say it, beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Lando, please... I need you to fuck me," you finally admitted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He quickly used one hand to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing through the small bathroom. you looked away, biting your lip.

Lando quickly pushed his pants down just enough, along with his boxers. His cock painfully hard, he gave it a couple strokes. The tip leaking precum.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Just remember, you asked for this."

He positioned himself at your entrance, With a swift thrust, he filled you completely, a gasp escaping your lips as he claimed you in one powerful motion. It was easy to slide in all the way with how wet you were.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, beginning to move with a ferocity that took your breath away.

Your head dropped forward from the force of Lando's sudden thrust, but he wasn't having any of it. With a swift motion, he gripped your hip tightly with one hand and leaned forward, pressing his back against your chest. The shift in position forced your head up, and you gasped as he wrapped his firm hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.

"Look at yourself when I fuck you," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, the sight of him behind you-his expression a mix of lust and dominance-made your heart race even faster. You could see the way his muscles tensed, the sheer intensity radiating off him as he drove into you again, deeper and harder. Skin slapping against skin in the bathroom, the bathroom was filled with nothing but wet noises. And landos panting.

Every thrust of Lando sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the tiny bathroom. You pressed your lips together, desperately trying to stifle your moans, knowing that you were in a public place. But it was impossible to contain the sensations building within you as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

“Shh,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Don’t want anyone hearing how good you feel, do we?”

You shook your head, your body responding eagerly to each of his powerful thrusts. His hand on your hip held you in place, fingers digging into your skin as he began to pound into you with relentless force. The way he filled you completely, stretching you to your limits, made you feel both vulnerable and alive. You could hardly think, the world outside the bathroom fading away as all your focus shifted to the pleasure he was giving you.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, tightening his grip around your throat again. The pressure was intoxicating, making your heart race and your body respond even more fervently to him. The heat of his body against yours, coupled with the firmness of his hold, created a heady mix of sensations that sent shivers down your spine.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror—your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair, the way your body reacted to him with every thrust. It was an image of pure lust, and the realization only heightened your arousal.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he increased his pace, his hips driving into you with a primal urgency.

“Yes, Lando! I love it!” you gasped, unable to hold back your moans any longer. You bit your lip to keep quiet, but the sounds of pleasure slipped past your guard.

“Good,” he replied, his lips curling into a smirk. “Then let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He shifted his weight, pressing you down further against the cool surface of the sink. The sensation of the hard porcelain against your body contrasted with the warmth radiating from him, the duality driving you wild. His thrusts became more frantic, each powerful motion sending waves of pleasure radiating through you. The tightening in your core warned you that you were close, your body begging for release.

“Feel that?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s me. You’re mine. All mine.”

“Lando, I’m so close,” you moaned, the words spilling from your lips before you could stop them.

“Not yet,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before slamming back into you. The force of his movements made you gasp, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as your legs shook from the intensity. “I want to feel you come around me, but not until I say so.”

The frustration mixed with desire only made the heat pooling in your belly swell, and you could hardly contain yourself. The air was thick with tension, the sound of your breaths mingling with the slapping of skin, echoing off the bathroom walls.

“Lando,” you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper as your body betrayed you, craving that sweet release. “Please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. He thrust harder, each movement sending you closer to the edge. “You need to ask for it.”

“Please let me come,” you gasped,

"Look at yourself," he growled again, his voice laced with dominance. "You're such a dirty girl, getting all wet for me like this. How does it feel to be fucked by your brother's best friend?"

You could hardly respond, your head spinning with desire. The heat pooling in your belly threatened to ignite as he continued to pound into you.

"Answer me," he demanded, pulling you back further against him, forcing your eyes to meet your reflection in the mirror. "I want to hear you say it."

"It feels... so good," you managed to whimper, your voice shaky as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I need more, Lando."

"More?" he repeated, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "You want more, huh? You're going to have to beg for it, then."

You felt a rush of heat wash over you, his commanding tone igniting something deep within. "Please, Lando. I need it. I need you," you begged, desperation lacing your voice.

"That's my girl," he smirked, his thrusts growing harder and faster, each one hitting deeper inside you. The sensation was intoxicating, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your soft moans. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking tight. I could stay buried inside you forever."

As Lando's thrusts became more frantic, he could feel the pressure building within him, matching the intensity of your own climax. Your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a desperate dance of pleasure and desire.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his grip tightening around your waist as he thrust deeper, chasing that sweet release.

"Me too, Lando!" you cried out, your breath coming in ragged gasps, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

With one final, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge together.

Lando released deep inside you, his body shuddering against yours as you felt the heat spread within. At the same time, waves of pleasure crashed over you, and you moaned his name as you surrendered to the bliss coursing through you.

As Lando's thrusts slowed, he remained buried deep inside you, feeling the warmth of his release fill you completely. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, causing you to shudder as the aftershocks rolled over you.

The remnants of his cum mixed with yours, dripping down your thighs in a sticky, delicious mess, making your already ruined panties feel like a distant memory. They hung in tatters around your legs, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Lando barely glanced at them, too lost in the haze of satisfaction and the sight of you.

He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum followed, trickling down your thighs, a visible reminder of the wild encounter you just shared. "Look at you," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "so fucking hot like this."

Breathless, you looked down at the mess between your legs, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through you. "Is this how you treat all the girls you have fun with?" you teased, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Lando chuckled, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Only the ones who drive me crazy," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And you, love, are something else entirely."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully, but deep down, you knew he was right. The thrill of the night, the heat between you, it was all worth it.

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Hi!!! I have an order for Lando Norris

Thin Crust -Red Sauce -Basil -Ham -Roasted Artichokes -Sun-dried tomatoes -Garlic - Root beer - Water - Vodka redbull - Yes

Thank you :)

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” sun-dried tomatoes "Gonna look so pretty pregnant" garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" root beer daddy kink water breeding kink vodka redbull squirting dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Piastri! reader

AN - There will 100% be a part 2 soon! I have been wanting to do a pregnancy one shot and this is the perfect story to lead into everything! It will probably be a written and SMAU one shot!

TW - Pregnancy trapping (kinda), breeding kink, fingering, squirting, creampie

WC 980+

Y/N POV

“im gonna put a baby in you, tonight," Lando whispered into my ear as we leave the club we had just spent the last several hours at. It was the end of the year and Lando and Oscar decided to celebrate the end of the amazing season they had by inviting all their friends and drivers for a night out in Monaco.

"Alright, let's get your delusional ass home," I laugh while pulling us towards valet so we can get back into Lando's McLaren.

"I'm being serious, I want to get you pregnant, would be the perfect ending to a perfect season," Lando says with a bright smile making me laugh lightly climbing into the driver's seat since Lando had drank a bit too much to safely get us home.

"Please, don't drive crazy!" Lando says once I softly press down on the gas making me laugh.

"I may be no racecar driver but I have my license, we'll be fine," I respond as we drive back to Lando's place.

When we get back we climb out of the car and head up to his apartment where Lando was on me almost instantly.

"Fuck," I gasp when I feel his mouth move from mine down to my jaw and quickly finding my sweet spot near my ear where he sunk his teeth in and started to suck leaving a small hickey behind.

"Please, daddy," I whine making Lando look up at me with a slight smirk before trailing his wet kisses down my bare tummy coming face to face with soaking core where he instantly dives in and pulls my clit into his mouth.

"Fuck, daddy, so good," I moan making Lando speed up his actions with with mouth while also slipping his fingers into my soaked pussy and finding my G-spot with no yrouble.

"Oh! Feels so good daddy." I moan rather loudly when Lando sped up his fingers hitting my G-spot every time he fucked his fingers into me.

"I'm gonna cum daddy," I announce when I feel my growing close to the edge.

"Cum for me then," Lando mumbled into my pussy making me instantly fall over the edge and start cumming all over Lando's face squirting out my pleasure.

"Fuck, such a good slut cumming for me," Lando groans while sitting up and instantly shoving his cock deep into my pussy making me whimper at the feeling.

"Fuck daddy," I cry at the overstimulation but it does nothing to slow Lando's consistent fingers throwing me into an almost instant second squirting orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant while I feel the waves of my orgasm continue to crash over me.

"Fuck doing so good for me," Lando grunts while slipping his fingers out of me and sitting up before finally pushing his cock deep into my pussy making moan loudly at the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck, daddy so big," I gasp feeling Lando start to thrust his hips aggressively into my pussy.

"Fuck, take me like such a good slut," Lando grunts while speeding his thrusts up before bringing his fingers down to my clit and start rubbing small circles.

"Fuck daddy," I cry out when I feel another orgasm start to build.

"Better fucking hold that until I cum," Lando grunts when he can feel my pussy clenching tight around his thick cock.

"I don't think I can," I whine when I feel myself growing increasingly closer to the edge.

"You can and you will," Lando roughly tells me back while moving his hand away from my clit but still speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, cum with me," Lando grunts while bringing his hand back to my clit and roughly rubbing it throwing me over the edge and pulling Lando with me.

"Fuck daddy," I moan when I feel Lando's cum start hitting the walls of my tight pussy.

I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum," Lando grunts while still pumping his cum deep into my pussy riding our orgasms out before he slowly slips his cock out of my pussy and watches as his cum starts to leak from my pussy.

"Fuck, I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Lando grunts before running his fingers through my senstive folds and starts pushing some of his cum back into me before pulling his fingers out and offering them to me.

I lick them clean as Lando observes me before we heard the bedroom door open making both of us whip our head to the door.

"Oh fuck, gross," We hear Oscar stumble back out of the room making me look up at Lando with a bright red face.

"Fuck, I forgot he was staying here tonight," Lando admits making me roll my eyes and climb out of bed throwing on clothes before making my way out of the room to find Oscar laying on the couch.

"Hey, do you need anything?" I ask softly knowing Oscar was completely wasted right now.

"No, and I don't wanna see you until I know I won't throw up just thinking about what I just walked into," Oscar grumbles while getting more comfortable on the couch.

"Hopefully you'll be too drunk to remember," I mumble back before disappearing back into Lando's room where I find a new set of sheets on the bed as well as a dressed Lando getting comfortable.

6 weeks later

"Gonna look so pretty pregnant," Lando softly mumbles while rubbing his fingers softly over my flat stomach while we both stare at the positive pregnancy test.

"I told you I was gonna get you pregnant," Lando adds with a smirk making me break out in a small smile.

"We're gonna have a baby," I reply softly with a bright smile spread across my face.

Hope you're doing well, I didn't know your request was open!!

I'm not going to beat around the bush but could you write something like reader tease Oscar P in the shower and he fucks her from behind in front of the mirror??

If you're not comfortable with it, just ignore this request :)

It's so wrong but it feels so right II Oscar Piastri ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: Oscar tried everything in his power to stay away from his teammate's younger sister despite her constant attempts at getting him to break...key word being tried.

WARNINGS: *18+* Not proofread

A/N: Yay another request and also the first Oscar fic here ;) Enjoy xx

"Yep." Your brother spoke on the phone. He was distracted enough that you knew you could have fun with the guy in front of you.

When Daniel had left the team last year you felt incredibly sad having grown close to the older man who treated you like a younger sister.

When Oscar arrived you saw the way your brother and him didn't truly connect at first like Daniel and him had done but little by little he started opening up.

And you kind of loved the shy and laid-back personality Oscar had so much that it attracted you in a way nothing and no one had ever done before.

The first time you'd tried to make an advance on Oscar he'd completely thought it was you just being overly friendly because you had drunk too much being that it was at a party.

But Oscar truly underestimated you when the following weeks you'd gone far and beyond to get his attention.

It wasn't that Oscar didn't find you attractive, it was the fact that you were his teammate's younger sister. Damn if you had any other last name he sure as hell would've responded to your advances ages ago but he couldn't do this to Lando.

Despite this, you still tried and you weren't going to give up. Oscar flinched, his knee hitting the table as he felt your foot slide from his ankle up to his thigh.

Lando turned to look at him weirdly but Oscar shrugged him off and Lando went back to focus on the call he'd gotten.

Oscar grabbed your heeled foot stopping it just as it approached his crotch. "y/n." He said your name in a warning tone which honestly only spurred you on.

"Ozzie..." you said his name teasingly in the same volume, your bottom lip between your teeth as you leaned forward on the table revealing a little bit more of your cleavage to him.

You saw the way Oscar's breath hitched, his eyes dropping between your breasts as his other hand caressed your leg, letting himself get pulled in by you.

"Okay, I'll be there in 20." Lando hung up snapping Oscar out of his trance.

"What's up?" You innocently asked as if you weren't just trying to get Oscar flustered.

"Something changed with the car settings and we need to go over the race strat again before tomorrow. I have to go." Lando gathered his things. "Oscar, do you mind driving y/n back to the hotel?" Lando asked.

"Uh, sure." Oscar hesitantly replied watching the way your mischievous smile grew.

"Alright, see you later." Lando hugged you not noticing the way you slipped your hotel room key into his back pocket before he went on to say a quick goodbye to Oscar.

Trying to keep control of the situation Oscar quickly asked for the bill after Lando left. He could hear the way you giggled thinking his nervous behavior was hilarious.

"Okay let's go," Oscar said as soon as he'd gotten his receipt.

You got up and quickly linked your arm around Oscar's as he led you both out of the restaurant.

You'd spent the car ride to the hotel making light conversation, Oscar obviously not missing your flirty remarks and the way you tried to bring your hand to Oscar's thigh repeatedly.

In the end, he was only able to stop you by taking your hand in his which you were very much pleased with as you thought he looked sexy driving with one hand while keeping a hold of you with the other.

Finally arriving at the hotel Oscar was more than relieved that this interaction was finally over since he could tell he was starting to lose control, his body felt incredibly hot with how touchy you'd been tonight and he'd constantly just had to remind himself you were his teammate's younger sister.

He led you to the door of your room which was right next to your brothers and consequently a few doors down from Oscar's own room.

"Oh." You faked surprise. "Hmm, I think Lando kept my room key." You commented.

"What?" Oscar panicked. "Are you sure have you checked your pockets?" He had no idea when Lando would get back and he knew he couldn't leave you out here waiting, with his panic he failed to notice the smirk on your lips.

"I don't have pockets Ozzie." you laughed twirling around for him to see your tight-fitting dress which lacked pockets.

Oscar cleared his throat nervously. "Right, uhm." He looked around as if he'd found the solution to his problem floating around somewhere in the hallway.

"Maybe I could just wait in your room?" You innocently suggested but Oscar knew damn well you were anything but innocent.

"Uh yeah." Oscar reluctantly agreed knowing there was truly no other option right now, but he also knew damn well Lando would be getting back to the hotel late...very late.

Walking into his room Oscar tried his best to keep a distance from you. "I'm gonna shower and uhm...you can sit somewhere," he told you as he moved around the room pointlessly trying to look busy.

"Okay, Ozzie." You chirped.

Oscar's head was running wild in the shower. He let the cold water run down his body hoping it would help the situation between his legs that he knew he couldn't walk out of the bathroom with.

But it was useless. Oscar felt like he'd been standing under the cold water for ages and his dick was still as hard as a rock, painful.

"You okay in there Ozzie?" He jumped at hearing your voice. He could see your outline through the frosted glass of the shower.

"What are you doing here?" He asked nervously.

"You were taking a while and my face feels gross so I wanted to wash it out...also my dress was getting uncomfortable." You replied nonchalantly.

The insinuation of this only made Oscar's member ache more. "What-What do you mean?" Oscar shut off the shower.

"Do you have a shirt I can borrow Ozzie?" You moved to the door of the shower.

Oscar's first mistake was turning off the shower, and the second was opening the door to peek outside. He caught sight of your almost naked figure now covered only by a black lace lingerie set that broke Oscar right then and there.

"Fuck you're impossible," Oscar muttered as he lost all self-control rushing out of the shower and immediately wrapping a hand around your throat bringing your face forward and capturing your lips into a sloppy, desperate, and rushed kiss.

"F*ck me Ozzie." You moaned at feeling his large dick slap against the inside of your thigh.

"Is that what you want...Is this what you've been waiting for you little slut." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved down to the lace between your legs running a finger across and noticing how wet you were.

"Yeah...yes Ozzie." Your breath shuttered feeling your body overwhelmed in pleasure at finally having Oscar the way you've wanted him for so long.

"Well, good job...you finally did it." Oscar stuck a finger in you without previous warning making you yelp in pleasure as he began thrusting it in and out of you.

He did this in an attempt to prepare you for him but after feeling the way you dripped down on his fingers he knew you were more than ready.

"Turn around." He turned you around manhandling you and lifted your legs up onto the bathroom counter so you were squatting on your knees, your ass just hanging off the edge wide open for him.

You could see Oscar in the mirror in front of you as he slapped your hole with his dick sliding it up and down your slit a few times to tease you.

"How the tables have turned." Oscar laughed as he felt you rub back against him trying to get him to slide into you.

"Please Ozzie, Please." You cried begging for him to do something already.

"what do you want hmm?" He teased as he pushed the tip in slightly before taking it back out.

"Please just put it in me already, I beg you." You whined to Oscar meeting his gaze through the mirror. "Just this once please." You were so desperate and Oscar loved to have regained control now.

He laughed but he was also desperate to get inside you so without further teasing he thrusted his full length into you. He felt your body trying to jump up at the sudden stretch but he held your hips down so you were unable to move as he began slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"Just this once." Oscar scoffed. "You're insane if you think this is the last time baby," Oscar spoke confidently as he kept slamming into you.

"Ah...fuck...so good." You cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you could feel that knot tightening in your stomach.

Oscar undid your bra with one of his hands while his other kept a tight hold of your waist making sure his pace was maintained. He almost came at the sight in the mirror.

Your nipples were pierced.

"Fuck you are a little slut aren't you," Oscar commented as he began playing with the metal on your buds.

This only increased the satisfaction in you. "Ah fuck Ozzie don't stop." You cried.

"Look at me." Oscar panted. "Look at me when you cum." He demanded grabbing your face to look into the mirror.

"Sh*t I'm close." You moaned as you felt your legs start to tremble.

Oscar sped up his pace wanting to join you in your release. "Cum, cum with me."

"Ah cum inside me, please." You cried and that was enough for Oscar to let go. He felt you squeeze around him as he began pumping you full your legs shivering as your orgasm washed over you.

Oscar stayed inside you as you both caught your breaths, you leaned back into Oscar's chest as he caressed your skin gently.

"Fuck that was-" Oscar was about to speak when you were both interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Oscar you in there?" You could hear your brother's voice.

You saw the way the color drained from Oscar's face.

"You better come up with something fast Ozzie, wouldn't want him finding out you just spilled inside his sister would you." You giggled.

Touch me ✭ Lando Norris and Ollie Bearman

Summary: After many times of asking you finally said yes to Lando, but with one catch. The innocent virgin Oliver Bearman would be there too.

Warnings: Threesome, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, voyeurism, unprotected sex, a bit of corruption kink,

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Based off of this request. I need to thank the love of my life @mrsevansxstanxobrien for saving me once again. I recommend listening to a little death by the neighborhood just because it was on loop while I wrote this and I'm obsessed with it. And @oconswrld, @mangotaitai, @teamnovalak. Hope you like it!!

I look down at my paper, a few more questions left for the young brit. He gives me a smile, pink cheeks and so innocent, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry we’re nearly finished.” I smile back at him, watching as his eyes flicker away then come back. 

“How we doing?” The familiar voice of Lando Norris appears. He wraps his arm around Ollie’s shoulder and the grin on both of their faces makes me blush. Lando whispers to Ollie, making him turn to Lando with a surprised face.

“You’re looking gorgeous today, just like always.” Lando smirks at me, always having something to say in hopes of me swooning over him, and maybe I do, but he won’t know.

“Ollie thinks so too. Don’t you?” He breaks Ollie’s silence, skin turning red and stuttering over words. 

“No, I mean yes I think you’re really pretty but I-”

“It’s fine Ollie. But thanks anyways.” I wave him off with a chuckle leaving my lips. “Do we want to continue?”

“Of course.” Lando answers for Ollie, winking at me and unintentionally having me forget everything on my mind. I look back down at my notes, gaining my next words and finishing the interview quicker than I expected. Just as I start packing my things up to leave, I get called by Lando. I can’t say I was surprised, all of our interviews ending the same, asking me what my plans were for the night, and why they aren't him. 

“You busy tonight? And you can’t say no because last time you said “next time” and right now is next time.” I’m certain he expected another no from me, but for some reason I feel different, I’m in need of something new. 

“Will Ollie be there?” My eyes glance to Oliver, waiting for Lando and me to finish and a smirk crosses my face.

“Of course.” Lando answers, a smile growing on his face.

“Hilton, room 48, 8:00.” I keep my words short and to the point, trying to keep my emotions hidden by my words.

“Fuck. I see how this is… and I like it.” He turns around and walks to Ollie, the emotions that ran through Oliver's face were unexplainable but enough to make me certain the innocence in his smile would leave after this night.

I counted down the minutes till they would arrive, fixing my hair but making it seem effortless. My pants and blazer changed into a flimsy dress, with my favourite piece of lingerie barely covering my body. I smile to myself through the bathroom mirror, soon hearing a knock on the door and making my way to get it. 

“You’re on time.” I say to both of the men at the door.

“Well you seemed really eager to see us.” Lando says, tilting his head to motion toward Ollie.

“Funny hearing that from you.” I say dryly, giving Ollie a smile and then walking off, leaving them standing at the door watching the way the dress barely covers my ass. My feet leading me to the mini fridge, I bend down with my legs slightly parted and ass out. “Any of you want a drink?”

Both of their attention pulled to me. I chuckle hearing a “fuck” coming from both the brunettes mouths. I gain no reply but heavy footsteps make their way toward me. Just as I’m about to turn my head two hands are already gripping my hips as they brush their bulge against me. “How about you?” I suppress my moan, knowing it would only make Lando crazier, but I want us to take our time with Ollie. When I turn around to face him, his pupils have dilated and need is written all over his face.

Our lips so close they might as well touch, and that’s what I do, close the gap and let our lips collide. Lando takes control immediately, one hand wrapping around my neck and the other at the back of my head. I fell into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his hands exploring my body through the clothing.

But then my mind goes back to Ollie and I have to break our lips apart. I bite my lip looking at Lando, eyes shifting to each of his and then his lips. Observing as he tries to hold himself back. My eyes then go to Ollie standing right beside the bed; I could just push him onto it and make him cum from my mouth. Instead I walk to him and read each of his features. 

“You’re pretty quiet aren’t you? But not for long.” I wink before I lay my hands on his chest and bring my lips to his. I expect him to softly kiss me back but when his hands grip my ass and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, I can’t help but moan. Recognising some of this from Lando and thinking to myself about how Lando mentors him. Would that ever go beyond the track? We separate once we’ve both lost our breath. I admire the way he tries to gain composure, struggling to hide the bulge in his pants and red in his cheeks. 

A stroke of a hand brushes against my ass and then Lando licks a stripe up the side of my neck. An involuntary moan leaves my mouth at the contact and I imagine what it would have looked like from where Ollie stands. My eyes follow Lando as he makes his way to the sofa beside us, sitting down on it with his legs wide apart and he looks at us as if he waits for us to perform for him. “Get on the bed, and open your legs for me. Wide.” He commands. And just like any other person I didn’t think twice when doing it. Laying on the bed with my legs spread, feeling the cool air against my drenching pussy.

“I want you to make her cum.” Landos words make worry cross Ollie's face. “I’ll help you.” He reassures him watching as Ollie walks closer to my body. The way Ollie lifts my dress and runs his fingers through my folds would’ve convinced me he’s done this a million times. 

He searched my face for permission and my quick nod was all he needed to slip a finger inside of me. My breath hitches instantaneously, letting him know it feels good as he thrusts it in and out of me. 

“You can add another finger in. And once you’re deep, curl your fingers.” Lando assists Ollie, feeling him slide in two of his fingers, and just like Lando said he curls it once he’s deep. 

I react in loud moans and whines of pleasure, helping Ollie gain confidence and take more control. 

“Play with her clit too. It’ll make her legs shake and she’ll be coming on your fingers in seconds.” 

Ollie takes Lando’s advice almost instantly, he uses his thumb to toy with my clit. “You don’t have to be soft, she likes it rough. Make her scream.” Lando’s words not only tell Oliver what to do, but make me clench around his fingers endlessly. I look over Ollie’s shoulder, watching Lando as he palms his bulge through his pants at the sight of us. I feel myself getting closer to my release, from the sensation of Ollie's hand to the view of Lando. 

Ollie follows Lando’s instructions flawlessly, making my legs shake from the way he uses my clit like a toy. Each curse word leaving his mouth, adds onto my first release of the night. My climax barely slips past me as I scream full of pleasure. Coming over Ollie’s fingers that still thrust in and out of me. 

Lando’s eyes are stuck on me as I look up to Ollie. His lip between his teeth and brows furrowed as he observes every emotion and feeling that crosses my face. I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me so he can ease into a kiss. Curling his fingers inside of me and making me moan into his lips. When he breaks the kiss his fingers slip out of me, leaving me to feel empty and in need for it to be filled.

“Taste her, suck on your fingers like it’s her.” Lando manages to say, still palming his rock hard cock through his jeans. 

Ollie nods, lifting his fingers to his mouth to wrap his lips around them. Moaning at the taste. His reaction getting Lando off the sofa and striding toward me.

“Fuck if she’s that good I’m gonna need a taste.”  Lando reaches me and grips my thighs to pull me to the end of the bed. His large hands rip my lingerie, head diving between my thighs immediately. Licking and sucking every nerve that my hands grip the duvet and hips grind against his face. I moan out his name then grab one of Ollie’s hands and place it over my breast.

Capturing his lips with mine, tasting myself,  as he increases each sensation. Lando rams his thick fingers inside of me as his tongue overstimulates my clit. His other hand pressing against my lower abdomen and bringing my climax closer. My mind in a haze, not knowing what to focus on when Ollie’s thumb plays with my nipple as he takes my breath away in a kiss or Lando fucking me with his thick fingers and using my clit as a toy. 

Ultimately I release, coming on Lando’s tongue and whining into Ollie’s mouth. 

When I open my eyes I’m found with Ollie’s dick pushing against his jeans and Lando’s gorgeous face covered in me. He licks his lips, cleaning my cum off his mouth. Lando stands up and the outline of his cock is visible through his pants. 

I look up to Ollie, a desperation in his eyes and I feel so proud of him for holding back for so long. I get up off the bed and tell Ollie to lay down at the head of the bed. Lando stands behind me as I peel off every bit of fabric from my body. 

“You’ve been so good, it’s my turn to please you.” I walk toward Ollie, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling it down his legs, his underwear with it too. His cock springs up in front of my face, already dripping with precum. I spit on my hand, sliding it up and down his shaft, rubbing his precum over his tip with my thumb. 

My legs are open wide, waiting for Lando and he knew exactly what was going through my mind as his hand is holding my hip and his tip is sliding through my folds and teasing my clit. 

I push back against him, showing my demand for his cock inside of me. Instead of waiting for him I draw my attention back to Ollie, holding the bottom of his shaft so I can take him in my mouth. I go down slowly, letting my tongue glide on the underside of his dick. 

My breath hitches and I choke on my breath, failing to go slowly on Ollie when Lando drives his whole length inside of me. A collective of moans filling the room. Breathing through my nose I start controlling myself as I go back down on Ollie. Trying to make this a night neither of them will forget. Lando takes my control as he rams into me and holds the back of my neck, leading my head down Ollie’s length and making it hit the back of my throat. 

Both men filled me with their dick and took all the words from my swollen lips. I hold onto Ollie’s hips to keep me stable and Lando continues ruining my plans. Tears already running down my face and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Ollie's head is inclined to the ceiling and Landos body covers mine. Pushing my body forward at every thrust. 

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” Lando grits through his teeth, inching toward his climax at the same pace as me. Each of my moans being sent to Ollie’s cock making him whimper and dick start twitching. I make sure to give him more attention, finally letting him release in my mouth. His cum shoots to the back of my throat and I make sure to swallow it all. Looking up at Ollie with glassy eyes, mascara running down my face and a saliva around my mouth. 

Lando’s hands come around my body and cup my breasts, squeezing them and making me release, him spasming and coming right after. Lando rides both of our highs out, his thrusts sloppy and loud. Soon pulling out and leaving me with shaky legs holding onto Ollie’s thighs for some steadiness. 

“Make her cum, but this time use your dick.” Lando already giving Ollie his next command. I decide to help Ollie, lead him this time. I push him down by his chest, now lying against the soft duvet. “I want you to look at me.” Lando’s words pointed to me. I nod, getting on top of Ollie but facing Lando. 

I align my entrance with his dick. “You ready?” I look back at him hearing a “yes” leave his mouth, giving me permission to lower down onto him. A long moan leaving his lips and a whine leaving mine. I make sure to go as deep as I can, once he’s bottomed out I grind my hips. Pointing a finger at Lando and telling him to come here. He does exactly as I ask, crawling up the bed and then fusing our lips together once close enough.

Lando starts guiding my hips, helping me go up and down on Ollie and gaining such filthy sounds from his mouth. I clench around Ollie’s dick, a series of pornographic noises escaping his sweet lips. My hands are intertwined in Lando’s curls as I try to get him as close to me as possible. Now having a fervent need for the man I never thought I ever would. Lando’s hands rise up my body, holding my upper back and toying with my nipples. Ollie now holding my hips and emitting such powerful whimpers. 

He holds me with a tight grip. I'm sure bruises will appear, and if that means I’ll have his mark on me for days, I would even let him dig his fingers in my skin. 

Each grind of my hips brought Ollie closer to his climax and he ultimately released. Coming inside of me the second time tonight. The feeling of his cum inside of me and the euphoric sound that left his mouth was all I needed to tip me off and bring me to another climax. 

“Fuck, not my good little virgin anymore.” I collapse into Lando’s arms, Ollie sitting up, still deep inside of me. “What makes you think I was good? I was silent because I was imagining filling you up when you take my virginity.”

Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri

Summary: It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest. But that wasn't what every other driver on the grid thought as they teased Oscar and you for being too innocent to know anything beyond vanilla sex. So when you guys didn't put up a fight, they figured they were right... until someone was lucky enough to see you and Oscar on the other end of the spectrum of "plain sex".

Warnings: not vanilla sex! fingering, oral (male receiving), bondage (hands tied together), spreader bar (if that even what it’s called), unprotected sex, rough because how else would you have it? Gagging and deep-throating Oscar’s huge dick 😩

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Oscar is the man who makes me wanna wake up in the morning and I love it!! I'm so obsessed with him it's making me go insane, but if I'm going insane it's fine because I'm going insane over him. Everything about him is beautiful and I wanna call him pretty and gorgeous and watch as he blushes. Then ride him and take control of him until he wants to teach me lesson and makes me pass out. (I’m just a girl) Based off of this request.

“Oscar, how would you say relationships outside of F1 have helped you grow in this sport as a driver and as a person. If they had an impact, and if not then why?” Oscar’s PR manager testing questions on him, posing as one of the many journalists trying to break Oscar’s wall that he’s been perfect at keeping up so far. He finds it amusing that they have so much interest in his life, only encouraging him to keep his words to a minimum. Well as long as you don’t come up– his cheeks immediately flush and he starts every sentence with “my girlfriend” before he looks at others and silently begs them to say something to shut him up.

“Well, everyone’s been supportive of my career. Which only makes me want to do my best, and better than that.” Keeping a straight face as he answers until he looks at you beside him then Lando with a proud grin on his face.

“Who’s everyone…? Your girlfriend?” Lando’s voice teases, like every schoolgirl talking about their friend's crush.

“I- yeah. She does a lot for me, helps me let off steam before and after races, she also-”

“Let off steam, huh? Is my Oscar making his girlfriend cum to let off steam?” Lando’s mouth wide open, making an ‘o’ shape. Both you and Oscar have mixed emotions– heat coursing through you remembering just this morning, but also shock from Lando’s unhinged question.

“You’d be surprised?” Oscar’s answer broad, but you knew. Letting Lando believe that Oscar lets you cum, when his favourite thing is edging you until tears roll down your face.

“Oscar, you probably just learnt what a clit is.” Lando having nothing better to do than tease him as his pale cheeks turn pink. 

“Believe whatever makes you happy.” Oscar shutting down the conversation before he reveals too much, a little smile on his lips as he chuckles and moves his hand further up your thigh.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

It wasn’t just Lando who would have a say about you and Oscar’s sexual life, but any driver who happened to walk into the conversation at the perfect time.

“Oh yeah, Oscar you’re vanilla.” His fellow Australian, Daniel Ricciardo, says. Joining them on their walk to wherever they all had to be next. 

“Well actually I think Oscar is a little more than vanilla. He’s vanilla but not vanilla.” Logan pops in too.

“No. Oscar is sooo vanilla. Like he’s too scared to choke his girlfriend because she’ll die and he’s never marked her so she knows she’s his.” Lando expresses his words with so much passion it makes Oscar roll his eyes but know exactly what Lando’s doing when their hotel rooms are beside each other and he’s invited a girl over. 

“Wow. Calm down Lando, I think we learnt a little bit more from you than Oscar. You definitely need a girlfriend.” Daniel spoke the words everyone was thinking. Letting Oscar finally breathe and have all the attention over to Lando and his desires.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

“Fuck, I needed you.” Oscar groans out, thrusting himself ever deeper into your mouth. “Talking ‘bout how vanilla we are. But look at us.” The position you were in was unimaginable. You lay on your back, head on the edge of the sofa as Oscar rammed into your mouth with his fingers opening you wide and making you cum. But still, that wasn’t enough, your hands tied together and a spreading bar made sure your legs couldn’t be shut, always ready for Oscar, but with a blindfold over your eyes how would you know? Each of your moans were muffled by his cock and as one of his hands played with your clit the other toyed with your nipple.

Blood rushed to your head from this position and it filled in for the loss of his hand around your neck. Oscar pounded into you, his dick making you gag as you deepthroated him. An explosion of fireworks inside of you as he continued making you cum, a loud scream trying it’s best to flee your puffy lips, but Oscar couldn’t help but enjoy hearing you struggle to make out any coherent sounds because of his cock. 

By now it was impossible to remember the amount of times he had made you release. From his mouth, fingers and dick, all you did know was that that number was only going to increase. 

Each of his moves were so intense, Oscar had you spellbound. Unable to notice anything other than him. Well that was until he pounded himself as deep as he could into your mouth and then stopped. Everything went silent.

“Oh fuck! Oscar?!” Those words certainly didn’t come out of your mouth, and when you realised who did say that, oh you couldn’t have been more embarrassed, but somehow aroused. Seconds later the door finally shut, and you could only think about the uncensored view Lando had of the both of you. 

“Fuck, I’ll deal with him later. But for now…you need to cum.” Pulling out of your swollen mouth and grabbing you off the couch to lay your shamelessly sinful body on the floor. Oscar doesn’t take his time, manhandling your legs so your feet are nearly inline with your head and then making your arms keep them back by going in front of the spreader bar.

Leaving your pussy so exposed and vulnerable that Oscar could do whatever he liked between those drenched folds. It was always a gamble with Oscar, sometimes he’d take his time to tease you, others he wouldn’t even give you time to catch breath. This was just as unpredictable as others, by now you would either be covered in your own tears from his edging or on the verge of passing out because you could feel him in your throat after coming in you repeatedly. 

You felt less of an advantage, not even being able to lay eyes on him, so you listened to your own heavy breathing until he touched you again. Fingers going between your folds and spreading them apart with his index and ring finger. Lightly teasing you with his middle one. “Looks like you’ve had enough today huh? Or can you take one more?” 

You nod your head as an answer, but it’s never enough as he asks you for words.

“Y-yes. I can take more.” You force out between breaths, in shock of how you even managed to say those words. 

“Oh really? Well that’s great.” Oscar holds your pliant body up even further and then makes a swift move of ramming himself deep inside of you. Once again it pulled all of the oxygen from your lungs and the stretch from the position couldn’t be compared to the stretch from his cock. You couldn’t complain as he thrusted in again and hit your g-spot. Bringing more tears to your red eyes.

Grunts and groans slipping past his lips and making his actions such a godly sensation. 

Oscar pounds himself into you with no mercy, finding pleasure in your moans and cries. You wish to hold him, dig your fingers into his shoulders and mark his back. Adorn his pale skin in love bites and make his lips swollen. Thinking about the way his body flexes with every thrust and how divine he would look from this position that you’ve been in many times but each new one has a different effect.

“What’d you think Lando’s telling them?” Oscar grips your thighs tighter–fingers certainly making bruises– keeping you in place as he vigorously rams inside of your overstimulated pussy. Never losing pattern or momentum.

“You think he’s telling them about how you took me so well? Your hands tied up? And how fucking good you looked between my legs.” Each of Oscar’s words having such an effect on you it could've been a trick of hypnotism. Your legs shaking and lips parted as you came. Oscar savoured the beautiful sounds leaving your mouth and he worked harder to fuck your high out and bring his in.

You clenched around him, forcing a moan to finally leave his lips and bless your ears. Oscar spasms and releases inside of you. Pushing himself so deep and his cum even deeper. He thrusts a few more times, easing both of you out and spreading his cum inside your walls. Oscar sits in you for a while before pulling out. “Fuck, that was so. Fucking. Good.” He starts untying you and helping you come undone from all of the restraints. Letting you lay flat on the floor as he did all the work.

“I would’ve been in you for hours if he didn’t come in. Can’t imagine what he said to them”

Oscar crawls up your body and plants a kiss on your lips. 

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Finally leaving Oscar’s room you both didn’t know what to expect. Well definitely not drivers surrounding a small table as Lando spoke to them all with hand actions and his face even worse. 

“Y’know vanilla isn’t even that bad. But wow Piastri, I didn’t think that.” Daniel brings all the attention to you two. Every driver turned their head with a series of reactions on their faces.

“You are freaky Oscar.” Logan couldn’t hold back and somehow Fernando was there to agree with him.

“I have to tell Charles! Now I know what you two do.” Pierre smirks, making you blush and look at the ground.

“Well I guess I was wrong, but Oscar why didn’t you tell me you sneaky boy. Because then I had to see it.” 

“It seemed like you wanted to join.” 

“No I-”

“The way you’re speaking about Lando, it seemed like you wanted to join.” Daniel once again kind of saving Oscar from these unfortunate topics.

“What? Guys this is about Oscar and how freaky he is with his girlfriend!”

“If you want to join, just ask.” You finally speak, teasing Lando and watching the way his face changes. 

“Oh you guys are so not vanilla!”

Kimi Antonelli. I would like to have my pizza with coliflower crust(grumpy reader) with Alfredo sauce. Now for the toppings, maybe with basil, broccoli and Gouda cheese. And for my drink sprite and truly. Maybe mt dew (sub reader) and yes aftercare. THANK U MY LOVE❤️❤️❤️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower crust sunshine x grumpy Alfredo sweet sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” sprite size kink truly belly bulge mt dew dom/sub dessert yes served by Kimi Antonelli

Kimi x Grumpy! reader

TW - riding cock, belly bulge, size kink, missionary, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"Why are you so moody today," Kimi whispered into my ear while pinching my thigh is a "behave yourself" manner.

"I'm not," I snapped whispering back getting more annoyed with my boyfriend. He just rolls his eyes at me before turning his attention back to the rest of the table and joining in on their conversation leaving me to wallow in my own annoyance at my boyfriend.

"Are you good?" Ollie asks keeping his volume down so only I can hear him.

"I'm fine, why does everyone think I'm not," I whisper back at him letting him be on the receiving end of a verbal lashing. I cringe slightly when I realize Kimi had heard me snap at Ollie making him pinch my thigh a little harder.

"I mean you're normally pretty "grumpy" but today you have this look in your eye like you wanna destroy the world," Ollie whispers softly. I just shrug and we leave the conversation there.

He was right though, Kimi had always been the golden retriever boyfriend and I was the typical "black cat" girlfriend, which wasn't necessarily false but Kimi knew the truth. It was just a way to protect myself not wanting too many people getting too close to me, but Kimi spent years working on breaking my walls down, and here we are years later still going as strong as ever. As for the modd I'm in today, it's everyone else's comments on Kimi's F1 announcement that has me wanting to "destroy the world" or whatever Ollie said.

When the dinner wrapped up Kimi and I go back to his hotel room where he finally gets the answers he was looking for.

"It's just unfair Kimi! I mean they barely even watch you in Formula 2 and then the one time they watch you, you crash and while that is embarrassing I'm gonna be real with you BUT that doesn't mean you need to wait," I continue ranting laying in bed with Kimi making him smile but start kissing at my jaw and neck during my rant starting to distract me.

"Watching you get so mad on my behalf, it fucking hot," Kimi mumbles into my neck rutting his hips into my side letting me feel his hard cock through his briefs. I just roll my eyes and laugh.

"I can't believe my very serious rant about hating the fans of Formula 1 has you so horny you're grinding into me," I joke before turning onto my side so I'm facing him and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

Kimi refused to pull away so what was supposed to be a quick peck turned into us fighting for dominance with our tongues. Finally Kimi is pushing me on my back before climbing on top of me pinning my hands above my head all the while keeping his mouth on top of mine.

"Kimi, I need you," I whine against his mouth making him let out a breathy laugh making my pussy throb just at the noise.

"Hm. I wanna watch you bounce on my cock," Kimi said with a smirk before letting me use my strength to turn us over so I was the one on top now.

I start grinding my hips into Kimi's large cock making both of us whimper at the stimulation. I pull my sleep shirt off my body leaivng me in the lacey black panties I was going to sleep in before Im shuffling my body down slightly before pulling Kimi's briefs off letting his hard cock rest against his torso showing just how large he truly is. The tip is barely touching the bottom of his bellybutton.

I instantly start jerking his cock off dwarfing the size of my hand.

"Miracle I can walk in the mornings," I mumble softly making Kimi laugh at my little comment. Losing my virginity to Kimi was terrible and he refused to touch me for weeks after but as time went on we learned how to pleasure each other taking everything slow before I finally got my redo which was amazing.

"I can make it to where you can't walk tomorrow," Kimi said with a smirk written all over his face making my cheek heat at the suggestion. I just shook my head no, knowing tomorrow wasn't a good day for that.

I release Kimi's cock and make quick work of pulling my panties down before I'm climbing back into Kimi's lap. When I grip Kimi's cock I softly tease my clit making me whimper due to how sentive I was, but I needed to collect as much moisture on his cock as possible which wasn't very difficult.

Once Kimi's cock is drenched in my essence I slowly start sinking down making both of us gasp. Once I'm fully seated on Kimi's cock I give myself a few seconds to adjust before I start rocking my hips making both Kimi and I groan at the pleasure.

I start bouncing on Kimi's cock making both of us gasp and moan at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," Kimi groans making me speed up my actions slightly but still not going fast enough to bring either of us to an orgasm.

Kimi finally takes over and flips up back so he's on top and he slowly starts pounding into me making me gasp and moan feeling Kimi all over.

"Made just for me huh?" Kimi says with a smirk making me look at him noticing that he was staring at my tummy making me look down to notice the bulge from Kimi's cock.

I moan at the sight of Kimi's cock going in and out of my body slightly stunned at how noticeable it is.

"Fuck, faster please," I whimper while pulling Kimi's neck down to me so I can kiss him while he speeds up his actions making me whimper at the intensity.

Kimi pulls back slightly and starts fucking into me faster than he was previously making me gasp and feel my orgasm start to approach. Kimi knowing my body so well picked up on this and started pushing down on the bulge in my stomach making me feel Kimi so much more than before, it was starting to get almost too intense.

"Too much, slower," I moan and gasp out through a stuttered breath.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” Kimi says with a smirk all over his face. While he kept up the pace he let up just slightly on my stomach.

"I can tell you wanna cum," Kimi says before moving his hand from my stomach to my clit and rubbing it in soft circles bringing me over the edge.

"Fuck," I whimper while arching my back and cumming all over Kimi's cock sending him over the edge with one final thrust before unloading a massive load of his cum deep into my pussy making sure to fill me before slowly slipping his cock out not wanting to hurt my overstimulated pussy.

When Kimi slipped out of my pussy he just sits back on his knees and watches as some of his cum starts leaking out of my pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" Kimi mumbles softly leaning down to kiss my lips making me blush at the dirty praise.

"Do you feel better?" Kimi jokes with a smirk all over his face making me roll my eyes and nod softly making Kimi laugh.

"You take me so well," Kimi says while getting out of bed and pulling me into his arms where he carries me into the bathroom where he puts me on the toilet to do my business while he turns his back and turns the shower on.

After Kimi and I shower together he helps me get dressed into a new shirt to sleep in before helping me step into my panties before laying us both of us on the bed for a cuddle.

"Did I really look like I wanted to destroy the world?" I question feeling back for snapping at everyone today. Kimi just nodded his head softly making me groan while he laughed at me slightly.

"I yelled at Ollie," I state softly making Kimi pull me into his side and place a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I know, I heard. But, if you feel that bad you can apologize tomorrow on the flight back," Kimi tells me softly knowing I won't feel better until I do apologize to Ollie. I just nod my head softly before melting into Kimi's embrace and falling asleep in his arms.

rough || op81

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+18, MINORS DNI

summary: oscar finally shows his rough side.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

warnings: smut smut smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, degrading kink, choking, spanking, pretty fucking hot stuff happening under the cut

a/n: here it is, my mind just pictured oscar being a freak in bed and i had to share it with you. enjoy ;)

feedback is always appreciated.

MASTERLIST

do not copy/repost/translate my work anywhere!

"thank you for having us tonight," oscar said as you said goodbye to andrea, zak, their wives, and lando. you were invited to andrea's house to celebrate a new sponsorship deal.

once you were out of the house, you made your way to the car, where oscar opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat. "thanks baby" you smiled sweetly at him.

oscar got into the car and headed to the apartment you had been sharing for three months now. his hand was placed on your thigh, making small circles.

you used the way home to look out of the window and think about how to get what you wanted.

here’s the thing, with oscar everything was delicate and sweet, key word: everything. and you loved him that way, but at this point, you were ready to try something different. you wanted to see oscar's rough side.

so you tried to unleash that side of his personality in various ways.

first, by wearing a dress that was a bit tighter than you would normally wear, but it didn't work. he simply looked at you, twirling you around in place and complimenting you, "i love this new style on you".

you thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek and decided to move to plan b during dinner.

your hand was on his thigh underneath the table, slowly sliding up to his crotch. his body tensed for a brief moment, but he didn’t react the way you expected. he took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, placing it right back on the table.

you really didn't know what to do anymore, until a final idea came to mind.

you started chatting animatedly with lando. at times, your hand rested on his arm as soft laughter escaped your lips. maybe if oscar got jealous, he would set aside his sweet side for a moment.

but there was not a single sign of a crack in his demeanor. his composure remained intact as he chatted with his bosses.

a few minutes later, oscar parked the car in front of your apartment, and you both walked in. you took off your heels by the door and, with a heavy sigh, headed to the bedroom, while he followed your lead.

"is everything okay, princess?" he asked as he took off his white shirt and hung it on one of the hooks in the closet.

you sat on the bed and looked into his eyes. was this finally the opportunity to tell him what you wanted? what if he felt offended or misinterpreted the situation?

"i want you to be rough", the words slipped out before you could think it through any further, surprising you and him at the same time.

oscar turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised in evident confusion. "what do you mea–", realization hit him like a train mid-sentence, "oh".

he gulped visibly before asking, "aren't you enjoying it the way it is now? am i doing something wrong?". you could see his mind running in circles, so you stood up and got closer to him, placing your hands on his cheeks.

"it's not that, i am completely enjoying it as it is, i just wanted to try something new, if it's ok with you". your words triggered a click within him. his eyes darkened quickly, and his hands traveled to your waist.

"choose a safe word", he said, looking at you straight in the eyes. a safe word?, the mere thought of having to use it both intrigued and turn you on.

your gaze was challenging, and your hands now rested on his shoulders. "i don’t think i'll need it, i’m pretty sure I can handle it".

and that was all it took. oscar spun you around and his lips started to leave wet kisses on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. one of his hands solwly made its way to the hem of your dress, sliding up until his fingers brushed your thong.

he could sense your wetness, heat radiating from your core and heavy breaths leaving your lips. "look at you, so needy for me already", his voice was deeper in your ear than it was moments ago.

"did you think i wouldn't notice?" he said as he took off your dress and guided you to the bed, pushing you gently over it, looking at you with hungry eyes.

then he added, "the way you dressed up today, your hand under the table at andrea's house, the way you laughed with lando while looking at me"

a gasp left your body when his hands ripped off your red lace underwear from your body. oscar's fingers digging on your hips as his head got closer to where you needed him the most. you were absolutely speechless at this new version of your boyfriend.

"answer me princess, did you really think i wouldn't notice? such a slut, trying to turn me on and make me jealous at dinner", his breath fanned over your pussy, a moan escaping your mouth.

"i'm sorry osc, i-", your words were interrupted by a loud spank on your ass, a tingling sensation spreading quickly, your wetness increasing.

"don’t lie to me, princess, you are not sorry", he shook his head in disapproval, "now behave yourself, while i eat you out to show you who you belong to."

a second after, you felt his wet tongue run through your slit, your hands running to grab his hair and a loud moan leaving your mouth. his eyes looked at you as he focused on your clit.

"fuck, oscar", you said, rather loudly, he stimulated your bundle of nerves and added two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out at a perfect pace.

his hand hit your ass again, harder this time, making a whimper fall out of your lips. "shut up, i didn't say you could talk", you had to bit your bottom lip not to talk again.

suddenly, he stood up again, your body immediately missing his mouth, but not for long. he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tong slipping inside your mouth without a warning, making you taste yourself.

you could feel his erection poking on your thigh, hard as a rock and you broke the kiss. "oscar, please, fuck me", to be honest, you sounded desperate, but you didn't care at all.

"is that what you want?", he spoke as he sucked on your breasts, leaving small marks here and there, eyes still fixed on yours. "you want my dick inside of you princess?", one of his hands went down again, three of his fingers filling your pussy, your back arching towards him.

"yes, please, i need you", he moaned in your ear and positioned himself between your legs. in one swift motion his hand was replaced by his dick, stretching you out completely as he started to thrust.

"look at you, such a needy slut for me, taking me so well", his member filled you up and moved inside you easily, as a consequence of your wetness.

and then he did something you were not expecting. his hand travelled to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it lightly. your eyes widened, and he noticed, releasing it right away.

"no, do it", you said quickly as you grabbed his hand and placed it back in your neck, your eyes on his, making sure he understood you were okay with it.

a smirk grew on his face and he squeezed a bit more, his thrusts increasing in both speed and depth. "you take me so well, my slut".

you had never felt like this, so turned on by his words and his actions. his hand on your neck stopping you from breathing properly, his soft moans and his hand gripping firmly on your hip.

it was all too much and on top of that, the tip of his dick brushed a soft spongy spot inside you, that one spot he knew drove you crazy.

you became a moaning mess, whimpering loudly while your hand squeezed the sheets on your side. "oscar, fuck– i'm going to cum"

"are you? are you gonna coat my dick with your juices?", he said roughly as his free hand spanked you once again, you were pretty sure your ass was red and his hand was printed on it by now.

"yes, please let me cum" you cried out and he fastened his thrusts, reaching for his orgasm as well. you could tell he was close by the way his eyes shut and his moans increased.

"you are going to cum at the same time as i do, got it?" he breathed out, spanking you again. "i'm going to come inside your tight little pussy so hard you'll be walking around the paddock with rests of my load inside you"

never in a million years would you have imagined that your sweet, caring oscar could say such things during sex, and you loved it.

"yes, cum inside me osc", you replied, barely managing to have your words understood. his back arched, his moans got louder and his thrusts sloppier, "cum for me princess, cum around me"

waves of pleasure washed over both of you as you came, clenching your walls around his dick and feeling his load shot inside you. his body fell over yours, panting from the release he just got.

once your breathings went back to normal, he moved to your side, slowly taking his member out of you, both of you wincing at the loss of contact.

"are you ok?" he asked, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "did i hurt you?".

you could feel the concern laced in his voice, so you quickly smiled to get him to relax, "perfectly fine". your hand flew to his hair to run your fingers through it, "thank you for being rough, it was hot" you added and bit your lip.

a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks and he giggled, "anytime, princess."

a couple of sweet and tender kisses where shared before he decided to cuddle, making you the small spoon, your tired bodies ready to sleep.

High For This ♥️

Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader

you don’t know what’s in store, but you know what you’re here for (trust me girl, you’ll wanna be high for this)

You’re celebrating your P2 out at a London club, hoping the shots you’re taking drown out the annoyance at having lost to your rival, Max Verstappen, yet again. But there’s something a little extra in the tequila tonight that has you set afire for the Dutch Lion. He’s all too happy to put the pretty Ferrari princess in her place - right underneath him.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, sub! Reader, aphrodisiac use, breeding kink, mention of babytrapping, dubcon, size kink, WC 3.7k

The music in the nightclub is head pounding, the loud bass sending vibrations along the dancefloor and up your petite frame. It’s hard to keep track of where your friends have gone amongst all the flashing neon lights and you have to use all your energy to focus on keeping them in sight.

You hadn’t expected to go this crazy tonight, truly. It was meant to be a relaxed night out at dinner with a few friends to celebrate your P2 today in Silverstone. An outstanding result for Ferrari’s first female driver, and anyone else would be celebrating grandly for ending up on the podium as a rookie instead of having a lowkey night! But the victory was bittersweet for you as P1 had been stolen by an….aggressive driver who’d almost slammed you into the walls when you tried to go overtake him. Max Verstappen, Redbull’s golden boy, wasn’t going to give up his status as reigning champion for anyone - even if she was the latest media sensation as the new, pretty Ferrari driver.

It was so unfair, you thought, how Max always seemed to respectfully drive wheel to wheel with your teammate, Charles. You got that they’d driven together for years but didn’t you deserve to be treated with some goddamn respect too? You’d earned your seat, after all, having leaped through endless hoops and battles to get your position and ranking consistently each race! But even though both the Ferrari drivers could make Max sweat, he only seemed to care about his childhood rival, Charles.

Meanwhile, anytime you’d try to sweetly smile at him in the post race debrief and congratulate him, he would ignore you completely at best - or look like he wanted to cut off the conversation at worst. He was probably just a sore loser who couldn’t handle feeling threatened by a girl, you thought sourly a couple races ago when he yet again ignored you, acting as if you didn’t exist but animatedly laughing with your teammate.

So you’d pushed down any feelings of awe or admiration you’d once had growing up for the Dutch Lion and traded them in to throw shady insults and catty comments in the post race interviews. They definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the media, who had a field day with the normally perfect Ferrari princess finally giving them something to gossip about - her star crossed rivalry with the reigning Redbull champion who’s started to turn his stormy gaze on you with the recent change in your attitude. If he was going to just ignore you either way, you thought smugly after your post-race interview today, you might as well have some fun with it.

Tonight you were dragged out by your friends to at least enjoy a nice dinner after P2 - even though you’d been upset about missing out on P1 again. But dinner had turned into cocktails, and then into hopping around a few bars, and finally you’d ended up in a popular booming nightclub, littered with socialites and many of the F1 paddock personalities - even your fellow Ferrari driver. Charles had come upto congratulate you when you arrived, even though you could tell from the clench of his jaw he hadn’t been happy with a rookie outperforming him today. See, you thought brattily. If even your teammate could put his ego aside why did the Redbull champion have to act so up himself?

Your friends distracted you from your tension by handing you a shot. Feeling quite sober, you’d easily slammed it back, and then were handed another. You swear you hadn’t had anymore than that, knowing you were in a very large, popular club with phones trained on you as a pretty F1 driver.

Yet you found yourself feeling heady in the lights and sweat of the neon club, head thumping to the rhythm of the bass as you twirled your body to the beat. Your friends had thought you were finally letting loose and had excitedly gone to get more drinks, and deposited you at Charles’s side while they went to the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a handsome, tall figure at your teammate’s side, intently listening as his muscled forearm nursed a beer. Max.

You can’t resist the scowl on your face as you recognise him. When both drivers immediately turn to you, you realise that you’d accidentally said his name out loud. Oops. Just ignore me. Like you usually do.

Charles glances between you two, somewhat amused, as Max’s eyes narrow at the overly sweet tone that don’t blunt your bratty words. Before your teammate could intervene, his phone rings, with his girlfriend Alex’s photo popping onto the screen. Making you promise to wait here for your friends, Charles takes off into the crowd to find his girl.

You sighed deeply as you watched him go, leaning your head against your palm as you leaned against the counter. Your body felt so heavy suddenly, as if you couldn’t support it anymore. Strange, you really hadn’t thought you’d drunk that much…

Max chuckles lowly next to you. Maybe the precious Ferrari princess just can’t handle her alcohol. You did only have two drinks, after all.

You try to snap your head towards him and glare, but your movements feel sluggish. What, are stalking me now, Verstappen?

For some reason you’re feeling hotter now, almost by the second, fanning yourself despite the cute matching miniskirt and cropped long sleeve set you were wearing. The very picture of the pretty princess you’d been nicknamed, of course, your lush figure and caramel skin highlighted by the revealing and tight outfit. Max is watching you intently, tilting his head to the side. With a start you realize he’s never focused that icy blue gaze directly into your brown doe eyes before - not that you’d noticed, at least. It makes you feel even hotter, pink flush spreading across your chubby cheeks as you dazedly look up at the much taller and broader Dutchman.

Then he’s asking if you want to go somewhere quieter, cool down. You faintly remember promising Charles you’d stay at the bar for your friends but in the moment you take to hesitate, Max has taken your small hand in his and lead you through the crowd. His warm skin against yours makes you feel even hotter, a fire now spreading through your body. You’ve never felt like this before, stumbling in your strappy heels but his strong, vein arm is immediately around your waist and pulling you into him.

Max, you say breathily, letting your head fall against his broad chest as he easily guided you into a secluded hallway. His heartbeat against your ear sounds sounds so much calmer and slower than your rapidly beating one. You feel so desperate for something, but you don’t know what. You close your eyes for a second because your eyelids feel so heavy, and then you’re being lowered onto a sofa, the amazing relief of an aircon blowing across your tanned skin.

You can’t help but moan at the sensation, pretty nipples hardening in the chill and your back arching to bring yourself closer to the cool air as your head lies back. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you see Max sitting next to you, his icy blue eyes still fixed on your cute blushing face, on your thick, glossy lips that were now parted and breathing heavily. You’re in some sort of private VIP booth, you realise slowly, the door firmly closed behind Max, with the neon red lighting and thumping bass making it clear the club was on the other side.

You feel like you’re forgetting something but it takes all your energy to focus on what it is. Oh! That’s right - I need to tell my frie-friends where I went, you say, feeling out of breath, looking down for your phone but seeing it’s nowhere in sight. Max takes a slow swig of his beer, his gaze also wandering down your body, taking in the way your generous curves were on display in the slutty outfit you’d worn instead of your race suit for once. Already told them, he says casually. They already left to the next club, said they’d meet you there once you’d…settled down a bit.

Oh. You blink, still flushed, your throat feeling parched. Can-can I have some water then, Max?

He smirks. You’re so much cuter when you’re all shy like this. Go on then, get your water.

He gestures behind him, where a pitcher of cool water sits - but with the wall on one side of you and a table directly in front, you have no choice but to go over Max who’s blocking you in. Normally, you would’ve just stood up, or even told him to fuck off and get you the water. But you feel so heavy, so clouded, that it just feels right to just crawl over Max’s legs, to reach past him and grab the jug with a hand…

You’re gulping down the refreshing water, feeling temporary relief to the dryness in your throat. When you finally put the jug down you find that you’re firmly in Max’s lap, your plush thighs straddling his hips and his large hands gripping onto your soft waist. You can’t quite remember just how you ended up like this, so you whine a little and wiggle your hips to try you slide off him. But his grip tightens, angling you forward so that you can feel something very large and hard pressed up against your skirt. He’s eyeing your tits hungrily, your nipples so painfully hard now that the edge of them are peeking out over the top of your neckline. Max licks his smirking lips. Feeling a little hot, Princess? He coos. Do your pretty little tits hurt? Want me to make them feel better?

You quickly shake your head, your pride still standing strong, not sure what he’s talking about when he says he can take away the pain -

But then he’s moving your small body easily against his hard on, his powerful hands controlling your hips. You whine then because oh, this is what he meant, it feels so good, Maxie. Your tiny palms latch onto his muscled shoulders as sparks shoot up your cunny from the delicious friction of his jeans pressing into your soaked panties. You’ve never felt this sensitive before, felt so responsive to someone’s touch…but of course Max would be able to do this. He was just so good at everything. He was the driver you’d always had a childhood crush on - that apparently hadn’t faded away as you bury your whining mouth into his thick, muscular neck, suckling and biting weakly. He chuckles, his large ands greedily roaming across your barely clothed back, sending shivers everytime his skin touched yours. It’s so hot, Maxie, I feel like I’m burning-

When he sweetly whispers that he could take your clothes off, just the outer layer of course, he’d let you keep your bra and panties on. You’re nodding obediently, even the act of moving your heavy head feels too much and grateful he’s here to help you take your miniskirt and crop top off and toss them to the side.

If you were a bit more alert you might realize that you’re now in your rival’s lap, jumping and grinding on his jeans in your cute white lace lingerie. But instead all you can focus on is how good grinding against his impressive hard on feels, mmh, oh my god, even your vibrator couldn’t make you so wet-

Max laughs in your ear. He teasingly asks if your fans know about your little toy, wasn’t that too naughty for their perfect princess to use? He didn’t believe it…unless you told him exactly what you fantasized about when using it, hmm?

The heady feeling from the drinks, from the tension, from Max’s addictive touch sending sparks all over your body as he squeezes your plump ass, has you spilling secrets you never thought you would. About how you’d always think of a certain blonde Dutchman when using your tiny bullet vibrator, biting your lip and imagining how much more exciting the post race interview would be if you two had some other physical way of proving who deserved to win….

You can barely keep track of what’s happening next because the pleasure you’re feeling is already so overwhelming. You can only think about how good you feel, of how Max is huskily whispering that he knows, Princess, what you always wanted because he’d heard you through your hotel walls moaning his name.

You’re so caught up in it all you’re not sure how you ended up panting into Max’s mouth, his tongue shoved deep past your lips as he languidly explores your mouth to his liking. And dazedly you realize your hands are gripping onto his bare shoulders as he’s shirtless now, your soft chest all flushed up against his hard pecs. At least you were wearing your underwear, so it wasn’t that bad-

You finally notice that your lacey bra is actually nowhere in sight, and your bare, juicy tits are now bouncing up against him with each grind. And at some point your cute panties have been ripped in half, hanging on by shreds as Max’s teasing fingers are now toying with your dripping slit from behind.

You squeal, completely startled at the new position, embarrassed that you’re so wet, you hadn’t even known you could do that - so Max lifts you up to throw his jeans to the side because you were making such a mess, Princess. Your mouth eagerly finds his, the deep passionate kiss providing some mind numbing relief to the burning desire you feel. Filthy sounds fill the air - from your kissing, you think dreamily. But you’re so wet you hadn’t even noticed his thick fingers slipping inside until he was buried deep, pumping them in and out of your tight cunny easily.

Within seconds he has you cumming, spraying slick everywhere and making Max smack your ass aggressively as punishment for making such a mess all over his lap. You tear up at his mocking tone, your wide doe eyes pleading for his mercy. He tells you there’s only one way you can make it upto him, a wicked smile on his face as he rubs your pouting thick lips.

That’s how you end up with his cock shoved down your throat, choking and drooling on it as he moans and praises you. Sitting on your generous ass in between his spread thighs, your tiny palms rapidly jerk off his base while you worship his cockhead. You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as this in your entire life, your pussy continuously gushing and leaving slick all over the dirty club floor. You blush prettily when he tangles his hands through your dark curls, thrusting his hips to fuck your eager mouth.

Things are getting hazier and hazier and your eyes can’t keep themselves open, so overwhelmed from all the sensations and dirty sounds that sounds straight of a porn video filling the air. When you blink them open them ages, you’re lying on your back on the sofa, looking up at the dim red eyes dazedly. And then you feel the delicious mind numbing pleasure in between your legs, and look down to see Max grunting as he thrusts something thick and veiny in between your spread thighs, sweat dripping down his abs.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that it’s his cock, all thick and angry looking, that he’s bullying into your pussy - making you take him completely raw. Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel like something’s wrong, like maybe he’s forgetting something. But it feels so good that you’re squirting again all over him, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut while he praises you for being such a good, obedient little girl…why weren’t you like this all the time, hmm?

Your mixed juices have ruined the sofa beyond any hopes of repair. Max will have to leave a cheque behind for the clubowner, he thinks wickedly. But that’s for later. For now, he only cares about your twitching, sensitive body underneath him that he’s meanly abusing to pleasure his cock. Your tiny cunny is stretched impossibly wide, so much that it should hurt but instead it feels so addictive, making you pant ah, ah! even in your semi lucid state.

Max grins devilishly as his gaze shifts from your glazed eyes to watch the messy sight of himself sliding in and out of you. He looks even hotter to you in the red neon lighting, all sculpted jawline and his muscled, broad figure highlighted above your much smaller body. He’s gripping you by the hips to move you up and down his length, watching your drooling pussy cover his aching cock in your sticky sweet cum, a creamy white ring forming around his base.

It feels so fuckin’ good you whine, your head lost in cloud 9 of sinful pleasure. You’re confused because you know you’ve already cum twice, and normally would feel so overstimulated by now. But the desire and raw lust is just getting stronger and stronger. It’s all cause you’ve been ignoring how attractive you’ve always found the blonde currently having his was with you, your blissed out brain convinces. So when Max presses down, and you can feel his warm chest up against your bouncing tits, and you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately beg him for more.

He smirks, pleased with your obedience, and doesn’t hesitate to ask you to use your words, Princess, making you spell out how you wanted him to fuck you harder, please, you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t cum-

Max makes sure to give you exactly what you so sweetly asked, your cute face flushed and breathless as you gazed adoringly up at him with hearts in your eyes. Your throat becomes raw from how much you scream his name without any regard for who might hear as you reach your high, squirting on his cock, for the third time that night. Your fucked our body finally passes out and you’re sinking into a blissful sleep, finally satisfied. But you don’t know that you’re still split open with him deep inside you as he selfishly chases his own high. His large palms greedily roam all over your pliable body on display under him, biting your soft skin to mark his territory.

The next time you open your brown doe eyes, you’re in an unfamiliar dark room, sprawled across a comfortable white bed. An alarm clock tells you it’s well into the next morning, and you’re sure your manager is furious with the morning debrief you missed hours ago. You’re confused again, not sure how you ended up here, and then your mind catches up to feel a warm and large body pressed into you from behind. Their strong arms are caged around you, so strong that you can’t move, their toned chest rising with every breath they take in deep sleep.

You let out a panicked gasp, the earlier desperation between your thighs now gone intense and replaced with fear at the unknown location, at the unknown man who’s behind you-

Shhhh, prinses, a deep, familiar Dutch voice sleepily murmurs in your ear. It’s just me, hmm?

You immediately relax, a pretty blush spreading across your face as it turns out you’d gone home with the handsome Redbull champion. He hums, the low sound vibrating across your neck and making somehow making desire bloom in your gut despite how thoroughly you’d been fucked last night.

You find yourself teasingly pressing your juicy ass behind you, grinding on his impressive morning wood. He growls, still half asleep himself, but when you brattily grind harder he rewards you with his wandering large hands. You eagerly moan as he squeezes your luscious tits and rolls your pretty dusky nipples in between his fingers, letting out a squeal when he occasionally pinches them.

Soon enough the air is filled with the raunchy sounds of your cunny being used as Max’s hands slide down your hickey covered hips and he sinks a finger into your wet heat. You’re so impossibly wet, and you can’t tell what’s yours and what’s his. Did y-you cum last night Maxie? You ask breathlessly. You’re getting deja vú, as hazy memories of last night surface. You used a condom, right?

He stop your anxious questions by sliding his tongue back into your pouting mouth, darkly promising you that he’d tried to put on the condom, really, but you’d begged and begged him to cum inside, remember? You kept asking to be filled up until it dripped down your legs cause there was so much of it.

You flush furiously at his words, embarrassed of your earlier slutty actions and obediently buried your teary face into the pillow when he pressed down on your head. You let him replace his fingers with his raging erection instead, grunting with each thrust that rocks your petite form underneath him. The silk pillowcase is quickly ruined with your tears and drooling tongue as he presses a heavy palm in between your shoulder blades and practically fucks you into the mattress.

And when Max finally tenses above you, panting into your ear and gripping your ass as he presses his weight down on you from behind, your pussy twitches and spasms as he floods your walls again with his gooey, thick cum. It tastes so good so good, too you think when he sinks his fingers into your folds and makes you lick them clean.

Safe to say, the Dutch Lion had ruined the precious Ferrari Princess for good and left her craving his thick creampies. The sight of you diligently taking your pill every morning as he watched you from his bed, early Monaco sunshine filling it as your scandalous affair continued well after the season, regularly filled Max with annoyance.

But the dark look on his face always disappears by the time you’re crawling back into his strong arms and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Maybe one of these days he’d have to replace your little pills with some of his own again to keep you off the grid and in his bed…permanently. You’d look so pretty knocked up with a Verstappen brat, after all.

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A/N: I can never resist an enemies with sexual tension with max he’s just so coded for that. Thank you all for the amazing requests I am buzzing with ideas, lmk what you think of this!! 🫶

hi! if your requests are open, is it possible for you to write an oscar smut where we’re cockwarming him but he won’t move, so we’re just trying to grind on his dick feeling all frustrated and tired until eventually he ends up helping us out

discipline and desire

masterlist | requesting rules

summary: when you fail to complete a simple task oscar set you, he punishes you with cockwarming. it doesn't sound all that bad, until he's teasing you relentlessly, and refusing to move.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, cockwarming, teasing, punishments, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm control, slight darcyphilia.

w.c: 1.5k

a/n: my requests are indeed open, so thank you anon for this lovely request! i really enjoyed writing this, it's my first time actually writing cockwarming. please tell me your thoughts via comment, reblog or ask, i'd love to hear your feedback or thoughts on the writing.

you grinded against your boyfriend in frustration, holding the overheating laptop against you as a whine fell from your mouth. you felt his hands grip your hips tighter, stopping you from moving. 

“oscar, please,” you pleaded, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. you hoped he would feel sympathetic, feel bad for teasing you. but you were only met with a lazy smirk painted on his face. 

he tutted, gave your hip a small slap which made your body jerk; a small gasp escaping your lips. you instinctively clenched at the pain, and it was a mistake. it only made you more painfully aware that oscar was inside you, filling up your cunt with his erect cock, and not even moving. 

“no, you know what you had to do. and yet, you didn’t comply,” he told you sternly, making you exhale deeply from your nose. 

he was right, you were aware of what you had to do for oscar to fuck you. it was simple, really.

all you had to do was finish your essay, and he was all yours. and you tried! you really did. but you couldn’t stop thinking about oscar, and what you wanted— needed him to do to you. so, when oscar came to check on you and saw the file you were meant to be working on was empty, the deal was off. 

now, cockwarming was your punishment. a reminder of what you couldn't have until you earned it. 

at first, it didn’t sound too bad. you were confused— how was this a punishment? but it became oh-so obvious, when oscar stilled as soon as he was inside you, refusing to move an inch. 

“i only want what’s best for you, baby,” he cooed, almost condescendingly, as he cupped your face, holding you there as he moved closer. his nose bumped against yours, teasingly close. your heart started to race as you closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side for the kiss, but instead of his lips, you felt the warm ghost of his breath before he pulled back.

your eyes shot open, looking at him with pleading eyes, confused on what he was doing. 

“i’m not going back on my word, love,” he winked at you, the smirk reappearing on his face as he moved his face back further. “get the file done, and then you’ll get your reward.”

it was infuriating. oscar teasing you when you were desperately in need of him. his words alone drove you mad, but it was his dick inside you, his engorged tip grazing your cervix that was making you unravel.

with a frustrated huff you turned back around, feeling the tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to spill over out of desperation. 

fine, if he wanted you to get your work finished first, then so be it. you felt motivated, hungry for the reward. you could do this. you would do this. 

it didn’t last long, though.

you tried your best to focus, you really did. but it was just.. impossible. every subtle shift of oscar’s body made jolts of pleasure coerce throughout your sensitive body. even the slightest flex of his cock inside you caused distraction, as you couldn’t focus on the file in front of you. all you could focus on was how good you would be feeling if he’d just move. 

the empty file in front of you was becoming a blur, just like it was earlier when oscar initially set you the task. 

oscar didn’t exactly make it easy for you either. his hands were still resting on your hips, the rough pads of his fingertips drawing small shapes and patterns against the skin under your shirt. you were certain it was on purpose, as if he was trying to keep you on edge. 

when he shifted, you were sure it was innocent enough for the most part. but, there were a few times where he unnecessarily lift his hips as he scooted himself backwards, causing his tip to finally hit against your cervix. you bit your lip harshly— probably so much so it could’ve drawn blood— to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you. 

“the document’s still looking a little empty. having trouble concentrating, love?” oscar suddenly spoke up, the amusement evident in his voice. 

you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to hold back the tears, but they spilled out anyways. “i’m trying osc, i promise,” you shakily whimpered out, turning your head back to see him. 

it was sick of him, really, but oscar found great pleasure in seeing the tears fall from you. sure, he did feel a little bad, but the sight was just so pretty to see.

reaching his hand up to your face again, he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, running it down your cheek before allowing his hand to fall to his side again. 

“my pretty girl, i’m being a little mean, aren’t i?” he asked quietly, and he saw your hesitation to answer. scared incase it was a trap, another punishment lurking in the shadows. 

a small chuckle escaped oscar’s lips as you saw your eyes trying to read his face, so you knew how you should answer. “you’re allowed to agree. i am being a little mean,” he reassures you, teasingly self-aware.

you nod now, gulping slightly as you sniffle, pleading eyes boring into oscar’s, hoping he’d call the punishment off. 

oscar was nice, but he wasn’t that nice. 

“i’m not abondoning the punishment,” he started, causing a whine of sadness to escape your  pouty lips; earning another slap to your side in return. “let me finish— i’m not abandoning the punishment, but.. i’ll help you out a little bit,” he finished, making your eyes widen in shock. 

moving his right hand from your side, he dropped it to rest on your thigh. he gave the soft skin a squeeze, before his nimble fingers inches closer to your core. your whole body felt warm, your cheeks flushed and you felt dazed. almost like the overheating laptop that was hanging from your lap. 

resting his chin on your shoulder, oscar used the left hand still on your hip to grab you, adjusting his position as he pulled you closer against him. your back was flush against his chest now, and oscar was nibbling at your earlobe. 

“put the laptop down, sweetheart,” he whispered, and immediately the laptop was discarded with little care; your desperation was too strong. it wasn’t that much of an issue anyways, oscar would help with repairs if needed. 

oscar’s hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your clit with ease. he rubbed slow, small circles against it which caused you to throw your head back, lewd noises escaping your mouth. you had been desperate for pleasure for so long, and it felt almost overwhelming finally having it. 

as he gave your clit attention, he began to roll his hips every now and then, slow and deliberate thrusts ensuring you felt every single inch of him. the grip his left hand still had on your hips was painful, but it only made the experience more enjoyable. the thought of bruises being there tomorrow only turned you on more, lust completely overtaking your mind. 

“feel good?” oscar mumbled against your skin, his voice low. 

you could barely manage to think straight, never mind getting a coherent sentence out to oscar. you were lost in the waves of pleasure that were crashing throughout your body. oscar didn’t need a verbal answer though, the sounds escaping you as well as the grinding of your ass against him was enough to tell him he should keep going. 

oscar’s moves remained consistent and precise, his fingers continuing to give you the pleasure you had been praying for all night. he was switching between small, deliberate circles to fast drags of his rough fingertips, the changes helping to tip you over the edge. 

“come on, love,” he encouraged you on softly, a contrast to how he was at the start of this whole punishment tonight. “let go for me.”

and who were you to deny that request? with oscar’s expert touch and unwavering rhythm, you finished on oscar’s still-erect cock. you couldn’t stop the almost pornographic noises from leaving your mouth as you rode out your pleasure, gripping onto oscar’s strong legs to steady you. 

the release was intense, the immense teasing that lasted hours causing you to feel so much more sensitive than you usually did. when your orgasm subsided you completely let go of yourself and fell into oscar’s chest, the sheen of sweat on your back soaking his t-shirt. 

you were panting, trying to regain your breath back and kick it back into it’s regular rhythm when you felt oscar’s lips against your ear; causing your body to tense as the hairs on your body lifted. 

“this was a reminder that every action has consequences, sweetheart. nothing is over yet.”

hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it

like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33

but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?

you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3

Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row. And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.

Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.

Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.

Requested from my prompt list

When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.

When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.

Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.

You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.

But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.

You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.

And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.

Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.

You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.

“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”

His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.

Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”

Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.

It was disgusting.

It was fucking hot.

“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.

“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.

“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.

He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.

Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.

“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”

Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”

You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.

Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.

He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.

Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.

His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.

“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”

Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.

“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”

Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.

“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”

Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

“Yes please, oh my god…”

You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.

You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.

You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.

You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.

“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.

“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”

“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”

“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”

“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”

Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.

When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.

“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”

Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.

Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.

“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.

Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.

You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.

“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.

The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.

But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.

“Need you to fuck me now, sir”

He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.

“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”

You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.

“You two are going to kill me”

You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.

He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.

You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.

“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”

Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.

You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.

He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.

But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.

“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”

He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.

“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.

As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.

“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”

He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.

“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”

Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.

Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.

Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.

Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.

Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.

“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”

Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.

You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.

Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.

Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.

Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.

“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”

He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”

Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.

“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”

He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.

“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”

He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”

“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.

In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.

“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.

Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.

“Logan?” you prompted.

“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.

“seven?” he tried without much conviction.

Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.

His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.

“eight”

Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.

“nine”

Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.

“ten”

Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.

You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.

“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”

“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.

You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.

The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.

Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.

“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.

And the last one.

“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.

“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”

Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.

“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”

Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.

From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.

Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.

“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”

He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.

“You okay to continue, baby?”

Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”

“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.

“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.

“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”

He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.

“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”

Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”

“yes! Thank you, sir!”

Oscar groaned “Good boy”

He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.

He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.

You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.

.

“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.

He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.

“Fuck, okay yeah…”

He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.

“Turn over for Lando, baby”

And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.

“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”

“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.

Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.

The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.

“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.

“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”

So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.

You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.

You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.

He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.

Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.

This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.

His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.

You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.

But Oscar's attention was on Logan.

“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”

Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.

When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.

“Is that all you've got?”

Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.

“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”

Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.

The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.

Three world class athletes competing in sex.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

Ngl it took me ages to get started on this bc i didn't feel inspired at all, and then i sat down and wrote this in like two hours so...

Hope you enjoyed :) and if you didn't, come yell at me in my asks

Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3

I would love to see some Dacryphilia with mean/dom!oscar or lando

nsfw, mdni.

oscar could be so cruel when he fucked you. those big, strong arms of his, the same ones that were always so careful when handling you, were pinning you down as he bullied his fat cock into your pussy with a stupid smirk.

you threw your head back against the plush pillows, already feeling dizzy when he nestled himself further into your sopping mess of a cunt. it was borderline embarrassing how much your head was spinning because of this guy. this guy that fucked you so good you wanted to ball your pretty little eyes out.

despite the slight furrow in his brow, as if he was concerned about pushing you too far, he didn't let up.

"gonna cry f'me, baby?" the words came out as a taunt, something mean, old oscar loved to do.

oscar was usually such a gentleman, his hand always intertwined with yours, smile soft and genuine as you pranced around the paddock together. but now? now he was fucking you like an animal.

when he saw those tears begin to gather in your eyes, something stirred within him, turning the cogs in his brain.

"y'wanna cry, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with false sweetness as he squished your weak body further into the mattress. "'s okay. go on, lemme see it."

the moment those words left his mouth, it was like waterworks.

he knew you weren't crying because it hurt—oscar was well aware that he was hitting all of the right spots, that he was giving you exactly what you needed. the overwhelming pleasure was just too much for your poor body to handle.

his thumb came up to gently swipe at a tear, tracing its path down your flushed skin before cupping your cheek with a firm grip.

"oh my god—osc! 's too much!" you babbled, but oscar only jutted his bottom lip out in a mocking pout. he loved you, truly he did, but there was a thrill he got from seeing you cry. cheeks puffy and wet with your trembling, parted ljps. it was his favourite sight.

oscar's cock kissed the perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. you tightened your shaky legs around his waist, pulling him incredibly closer. "oscar, i'm—"

"i know, angel, i know," he cooed as he continued to beat up your cervix. "s'all okay, just let go for me. 've got you."

his messy, sweat-dampened hair bounced with every snap of his hips. you whimpered when he angled his hips, his cock abusing that spot in your cunt which only made you sob louder.

"look at you, so fuckin' pretty when you cry." his australian accent was thick with lust. it was hard to believe that this was really oscar piastri with his dick inside you. the same charming, polite oscar piastri who wouldn't dare speak to a girl in such a way.

and yet, there you were, reduced to a sobbing, trembling mess underneath him, completely at his mercy as he fucked you dumb.

© kissedsuns

Fernando is good at giving head. Nobody could ever deny it. Most of his adult life has been spent pleasing others, and that definitely extends to... other areas.

Warnings: gn reader, dacryphilia, LOTS of dacryphilia, anal play? Barely.

Don’t get me wrong, he loves all parts of sex. He loves filling you up perfectly like only he can. Splitting you on his cock until you’re drooling. Fucking you into the mattress, or any surface really, until you can’t walk. Even fucking your mouth until your throat is raw, tears running down your face and your voice cracks for the next few days. He’ll ruin you in many ways.

But his favourite is by far with his mouth. Kissing up and down your skin, barely-there contact driving you crazy before he even starts using his tongue. He uses it to tease mostly. Licking and sucking over all your sensitive areas just to drive you wild. He gives you so many hickeys that you have a monthly concealer budget to hide them all before events. He of course would rather they were visible for everyone to see who you belong to, but the media would have a field day (not that he cares but you do have a career to maintain). Your sensitive nipples are his favourite victims, sucking and nibbling on them until you’re crying from frustration, then he’ll go lower.

He spreads your legs and drools over your thighs as he sucks bruises into them, he’s a man obsessed. He teases the skin everywhere except where you need him most. Sometimes, when he’s feeling especially cruel, he'll turn you over, hips up as he spreads your cheeks and licks over your most sensitive area. He can spend over an hour rimming you, until you’re gasping and writhing and begging and then he’ll go lower, with that talented fucking mouth of his. Pleasuring you so expertly you’d think he was crafted by the gods only for this exact purpose. And don’t get me started on those damn hands that often accompany his mouth. They’re so thick and go so deep that they reach all the right spots perfectly and you often come from them, and only them sometimes, when he feels like it.

He’ll go on and on licking and sucking and tasting until you’re a crying, overstimulated mess. He likes it when you cry. Tears running down your face as you gasp out your pleas for more. Only then will he fuck you properly like you deserve. He’s a bit of a sadist like that.

I got a Nando brainrot, I wrote the Nando brainrot. What are you gonna do?

Into It ♥️ Part 3 of 3

Max Verstappen x Reader

and I haven’t really changed, I’m just confident

the one in which you’re newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. he’s the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that you’re desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak 😚

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom/sub, size kink, spit kink, Dark! Max, bratty! reader, orgasm denial, creampie, just general depravity…

PART ONE HERE ♥️ PART TWO HERE ♥️

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At the start of your night out in the crowded Monaco club, drowning your sexual frustrations out with shot after shot of tequila, you had never thought you would find yourself in this position a mere few hours later. The position in question being on your knees, hands tied with the shreds of your panties, looking up at Max like you’re a devotee who’s found a new god she worships. You had never thought that after all the games and schemes you had plotted, the tension would boil over and end with Max’s thumb pressing against your lips, stretching your mouth open for himself. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your throat now, yeah? That’s right, just like that he praises, as you could no longer suppress the high pitched whine that escapes you at the degrading treatment your normally loving boyfriend was giving you, letting your mouth fall open, tongue drooling in anticipation.

Max doesn’t hesitate, tipping your head back and spitting straight inside, making you go glassy eyed. He guides his cock straight towards your waiting mouth, first tracing your thick pink lips with his tip and leaving a trace of messy precum all over, before shoving his warm cock straight into your eagerly awaiting mouth. You gag around his length, hands desperately coming to clutch at his hips but he rips them away. Hands behind your back, he instructs, and when you’re too slow to follow his instructions he grabs your ruined panties from the sofa and quickly ties your wrists together before you’ve even realized what was happening. When you do, you’re moaning again, suckling around his tip and hollowing out your cheeks as you do your best to make your way down his length, spluttering as you move your head forward.

Max laughs, finding the sight of you trying so hard but failing to accomodate his large size so adorable. He lovingly strokes your hair, tying the long black waves up into a ponytail with one hand as his other guides himself out of your mouth. You gasp, taking deep breaths at the sudden relief, tits bouncing with each movement and Max makes no effort to hide the desire in his dark eyes as he takes you in. Gonna give you a hand, okay Schat? Since my poor baby can’t seem to handle my cock by herself.

His mocking tone flusters you, making you stammer out your denials but it falls on deaf ears as Max wraps his other hand around the back of your head and shoves his wide girth down your mouth. Mmmffhh! Your surprised moan is muffled, teary eyes wide as he buries himself balls deep. He’s so large you swear you can feel him halfway down to your stomach, which already has butterflies swirling in it from Max’s rough pace. Obscene shlick sounds fill the air as he practically forces you to deepthroat him, cooing all the while cooing good girl, relax that throat, cmon, no teeth, you’re such a good girl for me schat, take it all for me -

He’s made a complete mess of you as drool and precum drip down your face, matching your teary eyes. It’s absolutely filthy and has you moaning in pleasure around his length. You know he’s reaching his peak when his rough Dutch accent starts becoming stronger. Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl he hisses as he yanks himself out of your mouth and you chase after it, flicking your tongue across his cockhead. Already trained the gag reflex out of you, huh? He mocks meanly, slapping your chubby cheeks with his dripping length and making you squeal before obediently responding by placing slurping kisses along his shaft as he drags your mouth down to lick at his balls. God, you’re just so desperate to take me inside your throat. Like a good little cockslut.

All his dirty talk makes your head spin even faster as he closes his eyes and moans from how good your eager lips feel on him. You’re doing so well, schatje, gonna come soon from this talented mouth of yours, Max moans roughly, Where do you want it? Your face, your mouth? On your tits? I’ll give it to my princess wherever she asks. Omg!! Max had never finished outside of a condom before and your mind scrambles, furiously thinking of all the possibilities before settling on your most desired fantasy - inside me, I want you to come in me, Maxie, please - I want to feel it inside.

Fuck. Max’s brain short circuits from your desperate pleas, his ice blue eyes going dark with desire as he looks down at you. He’d never thought about that before - until, well when you’d whispered in his ear last week, saying it’s ok Maxie you can come inside me if we don’t have a condom. And he had just thought you were being considerate, to save him the trouble of having to go out and buy some more - even though you were on the pill, the risk of an unexpected pregnancy that would derail both your careers being too high. So he had kept it to himself that when he had fucked you later that night he had to tightly grasp the headboard to resist the temptation to rip the condom off, now that you had planted the dirty idea in his head. It would be so easy to just slide it off before sliding back inside, and you wouldn’t even have time to process it, it would feel so good that you’d forgive him for it in the end. Things are different now that Max realizes you had been holding back just as much as him about what you truly desired. And what kind of loving, devoted boyfriend would he be if he didn’t always give in and give you what you needed from him, consequences be damned?

Fuck me, princess. You’ve been trying real hard to push me to the absolute limits to give in and give you all the dirty things you wanted, haven’t you? Max chuckles, leaning down and picking you up in his arms easily, ripping away your makeshift hand tie in the process. You immediately wrap yourself around him, having missed his warm touch and your hands tangle in his hair as he guides you into your bedroom. Nice touch with the condoms last week by the way. You almost had me. But turns out I was wasting my time trying to control myself for you, liefje.

He tosses you onto the soft mattress, immediately climbing on top of you and enjoying the flustered expression on your face as you try and explain your earlier actions. Well I, uh, I didn’t know exactly how to ask-

And that time you were practically riding my cock in your sleep? You weren’t really, right? Max says teasingly, his gorgeous eyes never leaving yours as he places soft kisses along your collarbone. That night had been especially hard with that insane sexy red set you had on. I had to wait for, like an hour, until you properly passed out to go jerk off in the shower like a fucking teenager at camp.

Your eyes go wide at this news and you can’t stifle the snort that escapes you. You what? Max! You could have just been fucking me instead, hahaha I can’t believe that you were acting so well behaved! Max rolls his eyes at your giggles, but there’s an affectionate smile on his face. Well, maybe if my girlfriend had told me she wanted me to give it to her good and rough instead of playing sex games I wouldn’t have had too, huh? You smile back cheekily. But where’s the fun in that, Verstappen? I wanted to see who would crack first.

Max smirked. Oh, so you thought you could outdo a 3 time F1 world champion when it came to discipline and control, huh? Time to put you in your place - and that belonged under him, with him inside you. Dragging two fingers up your slit to find you dripping and ready for him, he angles forward, sliding his flushed tip through your folds but not entering you just yet. You’re already moaning sweetly for him, calling out his name in anticipation, eyes screwed shut and hands combing through his soft hair. Tell me what you want from me, schatje, Max commands deeply, stormy blue eyes locked in on you as you blink yours own eyes open. Make me cum, Max, I want to fucking orgasm after being edged all night - you demand with newfound confidence since learning that your boyfriend could easily match your freak!!

He tuts, grasping his shaft to slap his leaking cockhead against your puffy clit and making you gasp with the instant pleasure, before he resumes his aggravating teasing by sliding his length just along the outside of your aching core. Instead of being a brat, why don’t you act like a good girl and beg me for it nicely, princess? Didn’t you ever learn to say please? He mocks.

My god, you don’t think you can hold yourself together any longer. Your boyfriend is quickly proving himself to be an absolute sex god in the bedroom, and although you do your best to stifle back your moans which fuel his ego, you can’t stop your eyes rolling back from blinding pleasure when he catches on to your bratty attitude and slaps his cock against your slick pussy again, bending down and this time spitting directly onto your clit. Ah! Fuck, Maxie! Please, please, please, I can’t take it anymore, just fuck me!

Satisfied with your desperate begging, he grins and slides just the tip into you. What was that about seeing who wanted to crack first, schat? You’re going to cry if Max doesn’t start moving right this second and you let him know it, begging for mmh, more Maxie, please! Pressing a kiss to your whiny mouth, he praises you as he sinks all the way home, making you both moan into each other's mouths from how amazing it feels to have him right to his hilt. Fuck, so goddamn tight schat, you’re doing so well, you were fucking made to take all of me.

You sloppily make out like a pair of lovestruck teens as your body adjusts to his much larger size sheathed in you and soon you’re whining against him, desperate for more. He grins cockily again, but he's looking at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. Don’t worry Schatje, he promises sweetly, his actions anything but as he pulls out practically all the way and tosses your ankles over his shoulder. I’m going to take real good care of you. Your eyes widen at what’s coming, this new angle is -

You scream in bliss as Max thrusts forwards, pressing you fully into the plush mattress with the force of it. Oh, fuck yes! Your inner slut is delirious with pleasure as your boyfriend finally, finally sets a jaw-dropping pace, both your highs rapidly approaching with each thrust and desperate moan you let out, eyes rolling and tongue lolling. Max has never seen you like this, so desperate and ruined for him, and it fills him with pure pride that only he could do this to his girl.

He leans forward, bending you into a mating press and capturing your lips. Your hands find his and intertwine lovingly, in contrast to the positively filthy mess from where his cock is slamming in and out of your pussy, making such wet, obscene noises that it would have a pornstar blushing. Gonna come, princess, Max growls against your lips, gonna fill this sweet little pussy up, okay? Just like you begged me too. Come for me now, show my cock just how tight you can squeeze me and take it. Take all of my cum. Fuck!

Max tips you both over the edge together, his hips stuttering as he pumps you full of his creamy release. You’re moaning at the addictive feeling of it dripping inside you, down your thighs, feels so good Maxie, even better than I imagined, there’s soo much of it - mmfh!!?

Max’s fingers swipe in between your folds where you’re joined together, before guiding them to your mouth and plugging you up with the taste of his cum. Oh, that was so dirty you almost came a second time ❤️ You slurp on his fingers, teasingly licking the tips so he knows just how much you’re enjoying this. Max’s eyes narrow from as he lies down, keeping his weight propped off you and onto his shoulder. Neuken. Schat, you’re still so desperate while I’m still inside of you, huh? Gonna have to fuck the brat out of you.

You grin happily at his promise. You had all night, after all, and weeks of sexual frustration to catch up on. And this time, you were going to make him crack first.

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A/N: Thank u for all the support everyone hehe glad u enjoyed, just split this up into 3 parts as I was too fuckin obsessed with writing smut for Max and wrote 6k… your girl is down BAD 😫