Mrs Tsunoda

Oscar, on the other hand , seemed to be pacing himself, typical him, always thinking ahead, keeping a watchful eye on you and Lando as you both dance your hearts out, sat on one of the lush club sofas, arms draped across the back of it, sipping his drink and pretending to listen to some girl who was over enthusiastically trying to hold his attention. Still, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and Lando, watching every sway of your hips like the music had him under a spell. 

Obviously, being such a close childhood friend of Lando's, over the last year, you grew close to Oscar as well. He had always been the perfect gentleman to you, holding the door to the McLaren garage open for you, bringing you chilled bottled water during long days at the track and always checking in on you when he notices you zone out when the media attention started getting too much for you. But that's all it ever was, manners, politeness and courtesy.  

Tonight, his gaze was different, there was an anger in his eyes, but there was something in the way he looked at you that caused your breath to catch in your throat. 

You swallow and push the thought of Oscar's eyes to the back of your mind, but you can already feel the effect it’s had on your pulse, as you and Lando dance, you feel yourself get lost in the music, his signature cheeky grin plastered across his face. It's been far too long since you've seen him like this, and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear, entranced in his charisma.  

He takes your hand twirling you, his muscles flexing as his arm raises over your head, the neon lights blurring across your vision, he twirls you just a little too quickly causing you to stumble and lose your balance. Still holding your hand, he uses his other hand to steady you, lightly holding the small of your back. His touch sends a tingle up your spine. "Don't worry Petal, I've got you " he laughs softly as he pulls you close to his chest and pulls you closer till your face is buried in the crook of his neck. Shuffling from one foot to the other mimicking a waltz, his curls bouncing with each step. You can't help but breathe in his scent, his cologne smelled like chocolate and caramel. You took another deep breath, this wasn't what Lando normally smelled like, where had you smelled it before?  

Lando places his hands on your hips, and brings his forehead down to rest on yours, the warmth of his breath against your skin. You freeze, like a deer caught in the headlights. Your heart still racing from the way Oscar was staring at you, starts to skip. Lando steps behind you his hands never leaving your waist, you gasp as his hand runs across your stomach. He presses himself into your back, his grip now at your hips tightening.  

Instinctively, your head tips back, resting on his shoulder, your neck exposed. "Lando..." you whisper his name and close your eyes. You feel his cheek brush against your ear, as he brings his mouth to your neck, placing soft kisses, each one taking away more of your breath than the last. "Yes y/n?" he sighs in your ear. 

Your mind is racing, you're not stupid, you can see what’s happening what he’s trying to do, his touch reminding you of when he kissed you once before, your first kiss, his first kiss.  

His grip loosens as he starts to bring a hand up your body towards your neck, he slows and lingers a while on your chest. Your heart is beating so hard and fast that he must be able to feel it. His hand finally reaches your neck as he feigns a grip around it. You can’t help but breathe a sigh leaving your mouth slightly open. Lando brings his hand up further to cup your face his thumb caressing your lip, still he places kisses on your neck but now they're hungrier each one deeper as he feels your body react to each kiss.  

"Have you seen the way Oscar watches you?" Lando whispers in your ear as he grabs your chin, possessively, turning your head towards Oscar. You had forgotten about his gaze. Gone was the guarded look that made you question what he was thinking, the one he tried to hide. He wasn’t hiding anymore. He was furious. 

Oscar throws back what’s left of his drink, slams the glass on the table in front of him and stands up. He rubs his hand on the back of his muscular neck and takes a deep breath in. Lando's hand on your hip slowly moves its way up and across your stomach, he's now wrapped completely around you, with one hand on your jaw, still leaving kisses on your neck as he begins to grind his hips against yours.  

Oscar has seen enough. He starts to march towards you and Lando, his eyes darkened, with something between rage and lust. He moves through the crowd, his eyes staring directly into yours, Lando's hips almost moving to the rhythm of Oscar's steps. 

Oscar finally reaches the space in front of you. His chest rising with each heavy breath he takes. His eyes move from yours, to Lando's then slowly work their way down your body, stopping where Lando's hands are still gripping you. Oscar leans closer placing his lips between your ear and Lando's.  

"I've been watching you two..." he says, his voice gravelly, like he had been quiet for far too long. 

"We've noticed", Lando replies, the alcohol had really given him the courage to show his true cockiness, his grip on your jaw tightening. 

Oscar moves so he’s looking directly in your eyes, and mummers, "So this is what we're doing now then?" but there is no accusation, just a pinch of curiosity and something deeper. 

Lando moves his hand up off your hip, and onto your ribs, his thumb caressing your breast. He smirks at Oscar, "You were watching for a while" he laughs, "And it didn't look like you minded too much." 

Oscar doesn't respond immediately, his eyes lock with Lando's. There's a silent hot and electric moment, both refusing to look away. The air changes, this isn't just about you anymore. 

" I don't mind, not exactly", Oscar replies, his voice still rough. 

Oscar looks at you again, his expression now softening, "You've been playing with fire babe", his eyes flicker back to Lando, "Both of you have." 

Lando leans back into your neck his lips brushing over your ear, "maybe we wanna get burned " he moans, knocking what little breath you had left out of you. 

Oscar's mouth twitches, not quite a smile but halfway there, he reaches out his hand caressing Lando's jaw, before falling to your neck and shoulder. Oscar's touch sends a jolt of sensation through your body, the three of you caught in the same gravity. 

No one moves away. 

Oscar's hand moves from your shoulder to your collar bone, each movement slow and deliberate. His touch is light but consuming, Lando looks up at Oscar with eyes hooded, his grip on your waist still possessive. 

The crowd around you fades to a meaningless blur, it's just the three of you now, the air between your bodies hot and heavy. 

"You're always acting so calm Petal," Lando groans, his lips brushing against your ear. " But I've seen the way you look at him." 

His words send a shiver down your spine, like a match striking a fuse. Oscar's eyes darken. 

"And you" Oscar says, stepping closer towards you, so close now his chest is almost pressed against yours. "You pretend it's all a game, but you've been watching us just as long" 

Lando smirks, grinding his hips into you again, "Maybe she was just waiting for the right moment" 

"Maybe this is it," You whisper, raising your gaze to meet Oscar's, your hands reaching behind you to find Lando's hips, still pressing into your body from behind. Oscar's hand raises to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear. His fingers glide across your cheek, lingering. His eyes never leaving yours. 

"You have no idea what you're inviting babe", Oscar murmurs. 

"Oh, she knows", Lando chuckles low in his throat, "And so do I." 

Lando glides his hand away from your jaw, across your shoulder and down your spine, each nerve he crosses igniting with his touch. You can feel the warmth of Oscar's breath against your lips, the pressure of Lando behind you, the impossible tension that exists between your bodies. 

Your heart is still beating faster and faster still. 

"Say the word," Oscar says commanding, " and we stop."  "Or..." Lando answers, his voice cascading over your body like silk, "We don't..." 

Your eyes flicker between them, they both look at you, their eyes heavy with want, both holding themselves back, just enough to let you choose. 

And you don't say anything. 

You step forward, into Oscar's space, your hands still behind you, pulling Lando with you by his hips. Oscar closes the space between you, in one swift motion, bringing one hand to your hip, and the other up towards your cheek, caressing your skin with the lightest touch. His rough calloused hands capable of tenderness you never could have imagined. Lando still behind you heat radiating from each point his body touches yours. You place your hands on Oscar's chest, taking his touch as an invitation. His muscles tensing beneath your touch. You  

"Look at her," Lando murmurs to Oscar, "She's shaking." 

Oscar's thumb traces the corner of your mouth, his own breaking into a small smirk, just big enough to see a glint of his teeth. "She's ready." 

Suddenly, like something finally broke free, he kisses you. 

He starts slow, his lips just grazing your lips, testing, asking for permission. But, when you respond, when your hands grip the fabric of his shirt clinging to his chest, he deepens it. Each rhythm of his kiss, measured and filled with heat and control. He has waited too long for this moment, and nothing could make him rush it now. 

Lando was right, you were shaking, you breathe in deep, trying to steady yourself. And there it is again, that scent of chocolate and caramel you smelled off Lando, that’s where you know it from, it was Oscar’s cologne. 

Behind you, Lando's lips graze the back of your neck, his soft kisses mirroring Oscar's, his body still pressed against yours like he's trying to learn every response your body is capable of giving. Lando moves his hand down towards your waist again, his fingers finding Oscar's as they both grip your waist. 

"I could watch this all night," Lando murmurs against the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

Oscar breaks your kiss to look over your shoulder, his eyes dark with desire. "Then come closer" 

Lando does, his chest now pressing against your back, his hand runs along your arm and finds its way to Oscar’s jaw. 

Then suddenly, Lando kisses him. Its raw, unapologetic and hungry, but Oscar doesn’t flinch. He accepts it, replies with kisses in a rhythm of his own. You're caught between them, heat pressed to your front and back, mouths, hands and breath in sync , like a perfectly tuned engine.  You can feel the tension in their bodies, their hardness pressed against you from both sides, undeniable proof of how far gone they already are. Oscar's hips press forward slightly, less controlled than his kiss, his control slipping, while Lando grinds into you from behind, the friction causing your body to react.

You lean forward and kiss Oscar's neck, you can feel his pulse with your lips. Your tongue escapes your mouth, and with every subtle kiss you can feel his gratitude grinding against your front. And then you realise just how far gone you already are, your thighs are pressing together, your breath is shallow, hands roaming, panties already wet. One hand is on Oscar's chest his heart beat resonating through your palm, your other hand finds its way behind Lando's head as you weave your fingers through his curls. Someone starts to moan, you're not quite sure if it was Lando, Oscar or even yourself, three bodies tangled in lust built up for too long.

You feel Lando's mouth on your neck once again, and Oscar's hands slide down to cup your bum. He gives it a light squeeze, while a slow dangerous smile spreads across his face. You bite your lip knowing what door just opened. 

You wanted this. 

They wanted each other and they wanted you.