it can't be you - ch6

"tell me, are you feeling it?"

chapter word count: 8.7k genres/vibes: explicit sexual content, bartender oscar/dj lando au, angst, lando norris being a little shit, oscar piastri is down bad, coworkers to lovers, teasing, praise, frotting

chapter snippet:

“This goes on your head,” he says, holding out the helmet.

Oscar rolls his eyes and takes it, feeling the weight of it pressing back against him. “I know how a helmet works, mate.” 

“Just makin’ sure, we wouldn’t want that pretty head of yours getting hurt,”

“How considerate,” Oscar tries pulling the helmet over his head as Lando busies himself with the small storage compartment. He's realizing very quickly that he has no idea what he's doing because there's about three straps dangling and despite his efforts, nothing happens when he pulls them. It's quite humbling, actually, that he can juggle ten drink orders at once but can't figure out a damn helmet.

When Lando eventually notices his clumsy struggling, he starts laughing, genuinely, shoulders shaking as he dips his head down. Perhaps Oscar should admit defeat at some point, but now he's determined to get this damn thing on his head. The more Lando watches him struggle, the harder it is for Oscar to even focus on what he was doing. The only difference now is that his hands have started turning red from the force of yanking the straps.

"Are you gonna let me help?" Lando tilts his head, leaning back on the seat of the motorcycle and crossing his arms over his chest.

Oscar shakes his head, trying to ignore the heat climbing up his cheeks. "I told you I've got it," he takes a deep breath, trying to seem as chill as Lando looks. He figures it would be completely impossible, despite what people say about him being icy, he's almost always out of his element.

"You're cute when you're stubborn," Lando chuckles, his grin still yet to dim. Oscar ignores him in favor of trying to win a pretty pointless argument, but it's clear he was always gonna lose. In a few quick steps Lando appears in front of him, swatting his now red hands away from the helmet, amusement etched into his face. "Let me."

Oscar stutters, intending to make a snarky rebuttal but Lando puts his hands on the edges of the helmet and tug it down, right onto Oscar's head. There's so much confidence in his movements — not a hint of hesitation as he takes control, tightening the straps effortlessly.

Once he's satisfied with the way it sits, on Oscar's head, he holds the sides — where Oscar's cheeks would typically be — in his hands. "Better?"

Oscar nods dumbly, thankful for the visor being flicked down so Lando can't see the mix of about a hundred emotions on his face — embarrassment, awe, and above all else, want. Because that was so hot.

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it can't be you - ch5

"let me into your heart"

chapter word count: 10.6k genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, angst, lando norris being a little shit, oscar piastri is down bad, coworkers to lovers, teasing, miscommunication, jealousy, slight possessiveness

chapter snippet:

“You taste sweet,” Lando murmurs into Oscar’s lips.

Oscar pulls back suddenly, like he got electrocuted, and Lando follows suit.

“I-” his lips move around silent words, and he wants to say something but his brain is working faster than his mouth, eyes wide, slightly panicked. The techno beat from the DJ booth doesn't help at all either, only serving to bring him back to reality. What the hell is he doing??

“What, cat got your tongue?” Lando teases, words almost getting swallowed by the buzz of the club paired with bodies pressing against their every side. 

He just stares, quiet, long enough that he starts to focus again. Lando’s cheeks are flushed from the heat, lips wet with spit, Oscar's spit. He looks somehow even more dangerous like this, looking at Oscar like he’s holding himself back from eating him. He caresses the skin on the nape of Oscar’s neck again and he can feel himself fucking melting into it. Jesus Christ.

Pulling himself to the present, Oscar surges his lips back on Lando’s – hard and decisive, like he’s made up his mind. Lando almost stumbles back with the force of it, laughing from surprise. The Brit keeps the kiss softer this time, and it stays that way, almost giving him whiplash. Oscar can finally savor the taste of Lando, all around him, mingling with his soul, but regrettably only for a few brisk moments before they pull away when they're forced to breathe, panting into each other's mouths. A certain recognizable feeling starts stirring in the bottom of Oscar's stomach — something he can't ignore, telling of just how affected he is by all of this.

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it can't be you - ch4

"where i can be immoral in a stranger's lap"

chapter word count: 7.3k genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, angst with a happy ending, lando norris being a little shit, coworkers to lovers, teasing, miscommunication, POV alternating, slow(ish) burn, yachting

chapter snippet:

He ends up with Oscar's drink in his hands, a wicked idea in his head. George and Alex watch as he picks up the glass and turns around in Oscar's lap to face him, waiting for the poor guy to notice that everyone's been staring at him.

And when he finally looks up, Lando starts. "D'you fancy a sip?"

Oscar's mouth opens, then it shuts. Then it opens again as his eyebrows twitch, perfectly resembling a bunny. Lando raises the drink higher, trying to harvest Oscar's attention. He watches in utter satisfaction as Oscar's eyes drop to the drink, then up to Lando's, jerking his head in a curt nod.

A smile tugs on Lando's face as he brings the glass to Oscar's lips, tilting it forward and watching as he takes a few sips — some spilling out the corner of his mouth — before pushing it away. Lando doesn't think he's ever seen such a bright red adorning someone's face before. It's starting to become his favorite color. Once he sets the glass down he watches Oscar's lips as he wipes his mouth, still captured in that web of cotton.

Lando turns back around proudly. Alex just shakes his head, and George is biting back a laugh so hard that his eyes have grown a bit wet. He would feel a bit mean about it if the reactions he gets from Oscar weren't so fucking addicting.

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it can't be you - ao3

word count: 12k (ongoing)

chapter count: 2/?

rating: explicit

genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, oscar fell first/lando fell harder, angst with a happy ending, coworkers to lovers, friends with benefits

some ao3 tags: bartender oscar piastri, DJ lando norris, miscommunication, jealousy, sub top oscar piastri, bottom lando norris, light Dom/sub, topping from the bottom, praise kink, light BDSM, edging, overstimulation, begging, semi-public sex, dacryphilia, blow jobs, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, angry sex, drunk sex, breathplay, dry humping, frotting, cock warming, vibrators during work, fingers in mouth, fingering, Subspace, POV alternating, slow burn, yearning, recreational drug use, implied/referenced drug use, established george russell/alex albon lando owns a motorcycle, max fewtrell owns a club

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“It can be casual, no strings attached, whatever you want it to be,” Lando whispers slowly, words slightly muffled into the skin of Oscar’s lips.

“Just tell me that you want it, that you want this, whatever this turns into,”

The movement creates sparks of heat throughout Oscar’s body. His skin vibrates at the contact – not too dissimilar to the feeling in his chest. Oscar’s hand flexes at Lando’s side, not quite as bruising as it was before, switched out for a gentle brush of contact. Lando inches forward, his scent familiarizing itself with Oscar’s senses. It’s enough to quiet the noise in Oscar’s head.

“I want this,” He practically breathes into Lando’s mouth, words getting melted into the other’s lips.

Or: Lando Norris is an up and coming DJ and is quite bored of hook-up culture in London. He decides he wants to try something new - that being Oscar Piastri, one of Quadrant's most beloved bartenders, who has been silently falling for Lando since the very beginning. They agree on casual - however that may take form - but the lines begin to blur until they converge entirely. What's the harm in having fun?

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lando norris/oscar piastri, rated e🔒 pet play, bunny!osc, force pet (lol)

Okay, so maybe Oscar wants someone to keep him as a pet. Doesn't mean that someone has to be his teammate.

finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck + forced proximity for the smut prompt list no. 3. 🩵 you will find: uh… guided masturbation, semi-public sex, coming in pants (and too quickly!), birthday boy!oscar and a surprise appearance for my wife 🥳

Oscar is not supposed to be here.

It’s his birthday. There are people scattered across the room, his bosses just around the corner. It’s his party—his birthday party, alright—and still, here he is: pressed flush against a cabinet, an uncomfortable and unfamiliar hardness digging into his back.

And that’s not even all of it, because Lando is panting against his mouth.

Okay. Jesus.