Honey 🍯

Everyone is aware of it in that way you’re aware of something in your peripheral vision. It’s not a main focus, it’s kind of just…there.

Lando’s fine with that. His F1 contract has no stipulations turning him into a Boy Scout, in fact many of his sponsors would much prefer the opposite.

It’s an open secret, just more fodder for the paddock rumor mill when he’s seen leaving a party with a new girl (any girl) or on his knees outside the motorhomes for anyone in a team polo (any team) or walked in on getting fucked in his drivers room by a VIP guest (he’s just hospitable like that).

Lando Norris is a bit of a slut. He likes it, he’s cheeky about it, people love him for it, it’s great.

His teammates have also loved it. Danny liked pushing his face into a pillow and just pounding away from behind, holding Landos hands behind his back. Carlos put him on his knees a lot, showed up at his hotel rooms when he got back from the track like he was the one gagging for it.

It’s not unusual for Lando to be pulled aside in the bathroom for a minute by someone who works in the paddock, or spotted with new hickeys every day in a week.

It’s casual. Routine.

Until Oscar Piastri sits down across from him in the McLaren boardroom for the first time.

He expects Oscar to take advantage of the perks of the job right away. Plenty of rookies have. Hell even timid little Logan Sargent tried out his mouth during preseason testing.

But Oscar doesn’t. He doesn’t do anything. No teasing witty jokes like from his physio, no knowing smiles or lusty gazes.

Oscar appears completely unaffected.

He’s not the first person to not take up Lando on the open offer, but he would be the first to offer Lando in a way he doesn’t understand that doesn’t quite sit right in his chest.

Oscar knows that Lando Norris is a slut.

You’d be hard pressed, even in the junior formulas, to find someone who hasn’t heard the stories of Lando getting put on his knees in a bathroom stall before quali or fucked by practically half the grid because they’ve DNFd at some point.

He’s not oblivious, not to anything about Lando Norris.

But Oscar hasn’t been playing the role of number one fanboy since he was still in karts to have Landos mouth once while some assholes cum is still dripping out of him.

When he gets Lando Norris, it won’t be because he’s the paddock slut. It will be because Lando belongs to him now and no one else is going to change that.

Besides, oscar knows Lando has never really been a slut. He’s been a bratty twink who’s never been told no while he’s spoiled rotten by an endless stream of hands to jerk his cock and tell him how pretty and good he is. Oscar intends to fix that.

It starts with their fifa sessions. Landos practically taken over Oscar’s driver room since he’s in there every free moment anyway. They play fifa or talk about nothing while Oscar rubs his shoulders or feet. Oscar keeps kinder in his room so Lando doesn’t have to walk the two feet to his.

Lando props his feet up in Oscar’s lap or falls asleep on his shoulder or sprawls out all over the floor like he owns it. What a brat. But he’s Oscar’s brat and he’s cute so he’s allowed.

Besides, landos excessive comfort and over familiarity make it that much easier to institute phase II of his plan.

He waits until they’ve been gaming for hours, a lazy day devoted to media content and strategy reworking they’ve decided to extend for game night.

Landos had a few sodas (spoiled) and traipses his socked feet across the floor to use the bathroom. Oscar waits until his hand is on the doorknob to ask, “What do you think you’re doing?” With the casual arch of a brow.

“Um, just using the toilet, mate? Why, for some kind of problem with that?” Lando sputters out uncertainly. It’s a little bratty and a little defiant, gives Oscar just enough fuel to keep going.

“I might. But you’d never know since you didn’t ask.” Oscar answers with a straight face.

“Ask? What is this, grade school?” Lando fires back with a dramatic pout.

Oscar takes the invitation to crowd Lando against the corner of the wall and the door, feeling the wall of body heat from Oscar soak into his back with his hand still outstretched to the door handle.

“This is basic manners. You ask. You wait, patiently, for a yes or no. You act accordingly. Everyone else here knows how to do this Lando, why don’t you?”

Landos brain stutters at the closeness, the heat, the little Aussie growl to his deep voice. “I-I know, I just didn’t think-“

“That’s right lan, you didn’t think. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson for being rude.”

“No! No - I - I can ask, I can ask!” Oscar smiles against his curls at the mild desperation in his voice.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Lando asks wearily.

“Okay. You can ask.”

“Um, Oscar, can I, May I go to the bathroom?” With a little nip at his shoulder from Oscar’s bunny teeth he adds, “please! Please, Oscar, may I please go to the bathroom.”

“There you go, now was that so hard?” Lando already finds himself missing the weight and heat against him.

“No.”

“What?”

“I said, no. You can leave when we’re done here. Be polite and wait until the end of the match.”

Lando hesitates by the door like a ghost before wandering back down where he’d been on the couch next to Oscar. Oscar wordlessly pulls his socked feet back across his lap and does not remark at the fuzzy state of mind that keeps Lando quiet and scoring a grand total of zero points for the rest of the game.

When Lando gets put on his knees in a hallway near the factory entrance after Oscar leaves just before him, his legs feel like jelly and it’s the driest his throats ever felt with a cock in it.

Phase II happens about a week later when Lando has learned to ask. He asks to leave the room or Oscar’s side. Asks if he can have treats like kinder. Says please and thank you. But outside of that it still business as usual. Lando still sluts himself out in the paddock and Oscar says nothing. But that’s about to change.

They’re working on data analytics in a casual workshopping meeting in a big boardroom full of techs when it happens. They’re getting a weird amount of drag into turn 6 and trying to figure out why.

A friendly looking blonde mechanic cracks open the door and asks Lando if he’s free for a break. Which is thinly veiled code for can I fuck you right now.

Lando, as if on instinct, turns and asks Oscar if he can go on break now. He’s already gathering his things, not even bothering to look Oscar in the eyes.

“No, we need to finish up the drag issue.”

The room grinds to a halt. The Lando asking thing is new and weird but whatever this is formula 1 everything is new and weird. But being told no? To getting fucked? That’s a first.

Everyone braces for a blowout. The paddock princess being told no cock? Nice try, piastri.

And then the entire room watches Lando pout, tell the mechanic maybe later, and sit back down to stare resignedly at the whiteboard.

Oscar can barely contain his smirk.

The guy eventually does find Lando and pull him into some utility closet. It’s so bad Lando wants to cry.

Phase III comes after a slow trickle of Nos. At first Oscar is just picky about when Lando gets to get fucked. Then it’s just less. Suddenly Lando is whining at the feeling of his dick against the zipper of his jeans because it’s been a week since he’s even seen a cock. (Oscar said no to porn, too. Stupid asking)

He’s still rocking back and forth like that, helplessly, when Oscar enters his drivers room.

“Did you ask if you could get off?”

Lando is officially done. He’s been polite, he’s asked. He’s been practically abstinent. All he wants is to be fucked. Be slutty. Right now or he might die, actually.

“Oh fuck you, Oscar! All these fucking orders you think you’d at least fuck me, but no I have to get myself off because it’s been a week and you’ve not even looked at me, much less let anyone else do it!”

It’s bratty. It’s breaking point.

Oscar just silently stalks over the where Lando is still kneeling on the floor to capture Landos chin in one hand and turn it up to face him at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

“One chance. Apologize like the good, polite boy you’ve been for me-“

“Or what?”

Oscar spits in his mouth and grabs his chin shut at that. Hard. “Or I fuck you like the pathetic slut you like to whore yourself out as until you can prove you’ve learned some manners you little brat.”

“But you’d like that? Wouldn’t you?”

Lando just whines and begs with his eyes.

“Pants and underwear down. On the bed. You’re getting a spanking and if you come before I let you I will milk you dry. Understood?”

•••

Lando Norris is no longer a slut.

Everyone is very aware of it, the way you are of a giant red stop sign in front of a wall. Mostly because this wall is an f1 driver with a glare if you breathe too close.

Rumor spread fast in the paddock after Oscar carried Lando Norris through the paddock over one shoulder, his bare ass exposed in all its red, handprinted glory. Oscar doesn’t really care, people can say what they want, he’s got what he wants.

It doesn’t really matter what everyone says about Lando anyway, the thick strap of black leather with neon blobs and silver stars that loops around his neck says he’s Oscar’s good boy.

when someone leaks that oscar piastri is a young father, oscar feels like his whole world is about to cave in as he tries to protect you and your daughter.

oscar piastri x f!reader ୨୧ warnings : language, fan culture, tabloids/hate comments, invasion of privacy ୨୧ note : n e ways– oscar gave me baby fever so enjoy 😅 if you enjoy don't forget to comment/reblog!

📅 august 30, 2025

deuxmoi an insider has just leaked exclusive photos and information of formula one driver, oscar piastri, stating that him and long-time girlfriend, y/n, have been parents since 2022. the pictures provided have been revealed to come from y/n's private instagram that reportedly only close family and friends follow.

the insider states that while they can't give away too many details, they confirmed that their daughter's name starts with an 'r'.

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oscar piastri x reader₊⊹ smau

you're obsessed with your boyfriend's thighs and you refuse to keep that fact to yourself

note: guys i couldn't stop thinking about oscthighs so i had to make this. i felt possessed tbh. hope you like it~ warnings : swearing, implied/referenced sex, one kms joke fc: ruby lyn

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lando norris x reader x max fewtrell₊⊹ smau + written

your two best friends find out your ex boyfriend wasn't taking care of your needs and decide to show you how you should be treated.

note: hope this makes up for what i did to max in my last fic 😅 this was a request, thank you to the anon who sent it in <3 please let me know what you guys think, hope you enjoy~~ word count: 6.6k warnings :smut (18+ mdni), oral (f & m receiving), double penetration, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, light cumplay, swearing fc: nailea devora

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you’re laying face down on the living room floor of lando’s london apartment when you hear someone unlocking the front door. lando walks into his apartment, calling out to you but you don’t move from your spot on the fluffy white carpet beneath you.

“honey i’m home.” he laughs at himself, placing the bags of takeout in his hands onto the kitchen counter. not hearing a response from you, he walks into the living room and studies your prone position. “um…”

“ughhh.” you groan into the carpet, the soft fibers blocking muffling your sounds. “leave me here to die.”

“alright, do you want any pasta before you go though?” lando stands in front of you, looking down at you on the floor and giving your side a little kick. you’re sure you look pathetic. “i got carbonara.” 

“did you get breadsticks?” your face is still smothered into the rug so your words are garbled and hard to understand.

“mate, what? will you just get up, please?” lando bends down and slips his arms underneath your own, lifting your limp body off of the floor, holding you up in front of him like you’re a cat who doesn’t want to be held. “up you go.”

he helps you stand and you look at him, surely as sad and pathetic as you feel. now standing face to face, lando realizes that you’d been crying, your makeup smudged on your face. you look at where you were face down on the carpet and see that you’d transferred your mascara onto the white carpet.

“sorry about your rug.” you pout at lando, trying not to start crying again. god, can you do anything right? 

“i don’t give a fuck about the rug. it’s a rug.” he holds your face in his hands, looking at the tears in your eyes. “what happened, ynnie?”

his question draws forth more tears, reminding you of what has you so upset in the first place. you lean forward, resting your head on lando’s shoulder and wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him to you. he returns the hug, holding you close and rocking your bodies, trying to calm you.

“i got broken up with.” you manage to get the words out, your voice thick with tears. you can tell you’re soiling lando’s surely ludicrously expensive t-shirt from your weeping, but you can’t find it in you to care. 

“shit, really?” lando pulls back from your hug, holding you out in front of him again and looking you in the eye. “i can get someone to go beat him up, i bet rich would do it.”

you laugh at his suggestion, knowing he’s trying his best to make you feel better about what happened. you wipe your eyes, further smudging your already ruined makeup. “he’s not worth the effort.”

“you’re right.” he agrees with your words, giving you another tight hug. “and he’s not worth your tears, either. go wash your face in my bathroom and i’ll get dinner ready, okay?”

you nod at his words and he lets you go, heading to the kitchen and opening the bags of takeout. you make your way to his bathroom and clean yourself up, using lando’s overly expensive facewash and moisturizer. you slip into his room, snatching up a hoodie that’s laying on his dresser and putting it on, basking in the comfort of the soft fabric and lando’s comforting scent. 

you walk back into the living room to see lando setting two bowls of pasta onto the coffee table and take a seat on the couch, pulling your legs up onto the seat with you. “breadsticks?”

“yes, you muppet, i got breadsticks.” he hands you one of the bowls, before grabbing his own and sitting down next to you. “do you want to watch something?”

you give a noncommittal shrug, not wanting to make a decision. you’ve been friends long enough that lando understands the meaning behind your response and he turns on some random reality tv slop for background noise. you’re both quiet as you eat, you trying not to cry into your pasta, and lando thinking about what he can do in retaliation to the man that broke your heart.

a little bit later, you’re munching on a breadstick, head completely empty, when you hear someone fumbling at the front door. you and lando both turn to look when it opens, max walking through the door with a bottle of grey goose in one hand, patrón in the other. 

“i heard we’re mourning a relationship.” max raises the two bottles, grinning at the two of you. “i brought alcohol!”

you turn to look at lando, squinting at the man. he gives you a sheepish smile, shrugging at you. “i texted him, told him what happened.”

“didn’t you have a girl over?” you turn back to max, watching as he toes off his shoes and heads to join you and lando in the living room. “you didn’t have to come, max. i’m fine.”

“i sent her home before bob even texted me, she was crazy.” he sets the alcohol onto the table and flops down onto the couch next to you, snatching the half eaten breadstick out of your hand and shoving it into his mouth. “how you feeling?”

you sigh, thinking about his question. you’re still upset of course, but you know the relationship was doomed for a while. it hurts to know the last year was a waste, spending all that time with someone who couldn’t care less. 

“i’m okay.” you reassure the two men when they both give you a sceptical look at your response. “really, guys. i’m better off without him.”

“that’s true. couldn’t stand that bloke, to be honest.” max throws an arm around your shoulder, giving you a half hug. “you deserve better, yn.”

“he’s right.” lando scoots closer to you on the couch, grabbing one of your hands and leaning his head on your shoulder. “you were out of his league.”

“thanks guys.” you squeeze lando’s hand and smile at your friends, happy to have them here supporting you. “now, should we drink?”

“hell yes.” max removes his arm from your shoulder, getting off the couch and heading into lando’s kitchen to grab some glasses. “are we taking shots?”

you and lando both cheer in agreement to max’s question. he walks back into the room holding 3 shot glasses and two cans of lando norris branded monster, setting them onto the coffee table. 

“oh god, not the battery acid.” you groan at the sight of that toxic, greenish, yellow can. “there’s not anything else we can use as a chaser?”

“you think he has anything else but this in his fridge? you know he survives on quinoa and kinder when john isn’t meal prepping for him.” max cracks open the bottle of tequila, pouring three shots and handing a glass to you and lando. 

“i resent that, mate.” lando glares at max’s words, holding the shot glass up to his nose and recoiling when he sniffs the tequila. “i cook sometimes.”

“sure you do, mate. sure you do.” max raises his glass and the two of you follow suit. “cheers?”

“cheers!” the three of you clink your shot glasses together, tapping them onto the table, and swallowing the drink. the tequila burns as it slides down your throat and you cough at the foul taste. max quickly passes you one of the cans of monster, laughing at the disgusted look on your face.

“what, can’t handle a little tequila?” he playfully teases you, grinning. you glare at the man, sticking your tongue out at him. he pours another three shots and you all take them swiftly, you’re already starting to feel warm from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

lando gets up off the couch, heading over to the speaker in the corner of the room and turning on some light music. max takes lando’s seat, leaning back next to you and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. he watches over your shoulder as you scroll on your phone, laughing at the stupid meme you added to your instagram post. 

time passes as the three of you continue drinking, growing more and more drunk. at some point you migrated from sitting between the two men to laying on top of them, your head resting on max’s lap and your legs over lando’s. 

max and lando are playfully arguing about their golf scores, not an uncommon argument between the two. you ignore them, thinking about your ex and going over all of the things that went wrong. you realize that you were blinded to all his red flags after a year together and you’ve come to terms with the fact that you are better off without that man in your life, weighing you down. 

“hey, question.” you interrupt the men’s conversation, looking up at max while lando rubs your bare calves. “you guys don’t think i’m boring do you?”

“where is this coming from?” lando pauses his rubbing of your legs, looking down at you with a perplexed look on his face. “who told you that?”

“you’re definitely not boring, ynnie.” max pats your head, resting his hand in your hair. “did that asshole say that to you?”

“yeah, said he was bored for a while and that the only good thing was the sex.” you groan, thinking about his words. “the sex wasn’t even good, i don’t think i came once.”

the alcohol has lowered your inhibitions and you don’t think too much about what you’re saying. while you, lando, and max have been friends for ages and most topics of conversation aren’t off limits, you usually avoid talking about your sex life with the two men. though that doesn’t stop them from regaling you with their exploits with different women from time to time. 

“no way.” lando is clearly shocked at your words, not believing them. “you were together a year and he didn’t make you come? seriously?”

you nod at his question, reaching over to take another sip of your drink. “never.”

“wait so, no one has ever made you come, then?” max questions, looking at you intently. “because you were a virgin when you got together, right?”

your jaw drops at his question and you smack his chest. “that was a secret, max! i told you that in confidence.”

“shit, sorry ynnie.” the drinking has max not thinking clearly, the man surely not meaning to reveal your secret. “still, though. it’s true right?”

“i mean, i’ve gotten myself off a few times i guess.” you decide to entertain this conversation, rather than be embarrassed by it. these are your two closest friends, there’s no reason to be ashamed. “it’s not the same though, right? but i guess i wouldn’t know.”

its quiet for a few seconds and you notice max and lando sharing a look above your head. you squint at the two men, trying to figure out what they’re communicating to each other with their eyes. “what is it?”

“well,” lando pauses, thinking over his words. “we could show you what it’s like?”

“whaa-” you look at lando, confused, not sure what he’s trying to say. max picks up on your confusion, taking pity on you and explaining further. 

“like, we could make you come, yn.” max’s hand in your hair tightens a bit, tilting your head to look up at him. “show you how it feels when a man knows what he’s doing.”

you take in max’s words, their offer. you can feel your cheeks getting warm, not sure if it’s from the alcohol or from the thought of their suggestion. probably a mix of both. you think it over, looking between max and lando, noticing that both of their eyes are heated, staring intently at you and waiting for your answer.

“um..” you feel shy under their dual gaze, face flushing even more. “isn’t it weird?”

“doesn’t have to be.” lando’s hands grip your calves tighter, pulling them and stretching you out more between him and max. “what’s a little experimenting between friends?”

his hands rest on your thighs now, giving the flesh a gentle pat. you blink, looking back and forth between max and lando a few times, trying to wrap your foggy mind around their offer. you won’t lie and say you’d never thought about it before. max and lando have definitely been in this position with some random girls in the past, so you know this isn’t something new for them. you find the idea a little hot, your two best friends worshipping you, showing you how a girl should be treated by their partner. it helps that both men are extremely attractive and you’re reminded of your long suppressed feelings for the two of them. you’re thinking it over a bit too long and they take your silence as a rejection of their offer.

“you don’t have to say yes, yn.” max looks down at you and smiles. “we can just forget about it, okay?”

“no, wait-” you stop him, finally making a decision. “i, um. yes, i mean- i want to know what it’s like. want you guys to show me.” 

you’re blushing hard, fidgeting with your hands in your lap, and avoiding eye contact with the two men. they share a look and lando pats your leg, signalling for you to stand up. you do as he asks and they stand up after you. lando grabs your hand, pulling you to his bedroom, max right behind you. 

lando takes a seat on his bed, still gripping your hand, he pulls you to stand between his legs. he looks up at you and you blush at the heat in his gaze. so distracted by your staring contest with lando, you startle when max comes up behind you, placing one hand on your hip and using the other to pull your hair to the side, resting his head on your shoulder.

“it’s just me, yn.” max reassures you, leaving a gentle kiss on your neck. “relax.”

the hand max has on your hip slips under the hoodie you have on, his hand warm through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. lando watches as the other man begins to pull up the hoodie and shirt, not looking away as more and more of your skin is exposed to him.

“take this off for us, yeah?” you nod and max helps you remove your tops, gently setting them on the foot of the bed once they’re off. you’re not wearing a bra, so your fully bare in front of the two men. lando’s eyes are transfixed on your tits, staring as your nipples stiffen in the cool air of the room. 

“look at these tits,” max slides his hands up your waist, cupping your breasts. “so fucking pretty, huh?”

“yeah,” lando answers max’s question, pulling you closer to him with his hands on your waist, pushing away one of max’s hands and taking one of your tits into his mouth. 

you moan at the feeling of his mouth around you, leaning back into max behind you. the other man starts kissing and nipping at your neck, pinching your nipple between his fingers. you’re already feeling overwhelmed by both men surrounding you, you don’t know how you’ll make it through the night. 

lando takes his mouth off you, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, eyes wide. 

“you gonna let me eat you out, baby?” he looks at you like you’d break his heart by saying no. 

“oh, um..” you try to think of how to answer lando’s question, this is all new to you. your ex certainly wasn’t the giver in the relationship.

“that dickhead never ate you out?” max picks up on your hesitation, knowing you well enough to know why you’re reluctant to answer. “has anyone ever?”

“no…” you feel yourself blushing, you know the redness has spread from your cheeks down your neck and chest. “never.”

“fuck.” lando groans at your words, pulling you to straddle his lap. “please, please let me do it, yn.”

you look down at him from your new position, the look in his eyes pleading. you can’t say no to him when he looks like this, he’s one step away from getting on his knees to beg. you wouldn’t put it past the man, honestly. 

“yeah, okay.” you run a hand through lando’s curls, tilting his head back and giving him a nervous smile. “go easy on me, though. alright?”

“no promises.” he smiles up at you, eyes crinkling. 

you jolt at the feeling of max behind you, his bare chest pressing against your back. at some point he’d removed his shirt and now his warm skin touches your own heated flesh. the man goes back to kissing your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that are sure to be bruises come tomorrow. 

lando somehow pulls you even closer, his nose brushing against yours. he holds your gaze for a moment before closing his eyes and moving in to finally place his lips on yours. you melt into the kiss, at the feeling of his soft lips on your own. lando licks into your mouth, tongue brushing against yours. he bites your lip as he breaks away, going back in to place another chaste kiss on your lips.

“i can’t wait anymore.” lando tightens his grip on you, scooting back on the bed, pulling you away from max. “gotta get my mouth on you.”

max moves to sit at the head of the bed, leaning back against the wall. he spreads his legs and pats his thighs. “c’mere baby.”

you follow his instructions and go to sit between max’s legs, your back to his front again. he wraps his arms around your waist, tilting your face to look at him and going in for a kiss. you reach a hand up to rest a hand on max’s jaw, kissing him deeper. while the two of you are distracted, lando kneels on the bed between your legs. he pulls his shirt up over his body before leaning down and slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties, swiftly pulling them down. he spreads your legs wider hooking your legs over max’s knees, the other man holding you open for lando. 

“fuck, look at you.” he groans at the sight of your pussy spread out before him, licking his lips in anticipation. lando takes one of his thick fingers, running it through your wet folds. you break away from kissing max, moaning at the feeling of lando’s hands on you. it’s been so long since anyone touched you down there besides yourself, you can’t even remember the last time. “can’t believe i’m the first person to get to do this. luckiest man on earth.”

he dips a finger into you, quickly slipping in another when he feels how wet you are. he fingers your pussy, scissoring his fingers inside you to stretch you out. max pets your head, watching as lando finally places his mouth on you, licking a stripe up your folds and groaning at the taste of you on his mouth. you throw your head back at the feeling of lando’s mouth on you, his tongue licking between your folds and his lips sucking on your clit. his fingers piston in and out of your hole as he eats you out, brushing against that place inside you that no one has before. you cry out at the sensation, trying to slam your legs closed, but max is stronger than you, his legs continuing to hold you open for lando. one of his hands goes to your neck, not choking you, but placing gentle pressure there, while his other hand goes back to your tits. 

lando is lost between your legs, devouring your pussy like it’s his last meal. you start to tense beneath him, a feeling coming over you that you’d only experienced a handful of times and only by your own hands, not anyone else. you’re overwhelmed at the feeling, trying to pull away from lando, reaching a hand down into his hair in an attempt to yank his head away from where you’re most sensitive. lando is too strong and focused on eating you, trying to make you come. max grabs your wrists in his hands, holding them against your chest and forcing you to sit still. 

“don’t move, baby.” he kisses the side of your face, watching lando eat you out, the other man’s eyes closed, his mind only focused on the taste of you on his tongue. “be a good girl and cum on his face.”

lando moans into your pussy at max’s words, diving in deeper. he finally removes his mouth from you, leaning up on his elbows and looking at you as he continues fingering you, feeling you get tighter around his thick fingers. he gathers saliva in his mouth and spits onto your clit, using his other hand to rub circles into the sensitive bud. you’re starting to peak, feeling something inside you about to snap. lando can tell you’re getting close and speeds up his fingers, leaning back down to suck on your clit. he stiffens his tongue, alternating licking and sucking on your clit. tears start to well up in your eyes at the stimulation and you shake your head, trying and failing to close your legs around his head.

“i can’t, i can’t,” you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling, it’s never been like this when you got yourself off and it certainly never felt like this when your ex fucked you. “please, lando. i can’t do it.”

“you can, baby. relax.” max reassures you, placing more kisses on the side of your face, still holding your wrists to your chest. “let go, yn.”

at his words, you do as he says, feeling a wave of pleasure overcome you. your heart is beating out of your chest, blood rushing in your ears. lando slurps up your wetness as it gushes out of you. your eyes are half closed as you look at the man in front of you, noticing that lando is grinding into the bed underneath him, getting himself off while eating you out. 

max finally releases your wrists and lets you close your legs, the limbs shaking with tremors from your orgasm. lando sits up from between your legs, using a corner of the blanket to wipe off his face. there’s a wet spot on his grey sweatpants and you can see how hard he is beneath the fabric. you can tell max is rock hard too, his cock pressing into you from behind. his hips twitch up when you rub against him while trying to sit up in the bed and he groans. lando moves up the bed, getting closer to you and max.

“how’s she taste, mate?” max’s eyes are hooded as he looks at lando. 

“see for yourself.” the other man leans in and you think he’s going to kiss you but he places his lips on max’s instead. you watch as they kiss each other, feeling yourself blushing at the sight. max can taste your juices on lando’s tongue and shoves a hand in the man’s hair, kissing him deeper. when they finally pull away from each other, they both look dazed, a string of spit still connecting them as they catch their breath from the kiss. “fucking hell. yn, baby. promise you’ll let me eat that pretty pussy next time, yeah?”

“next time?” you try not to sound too eager, but you’d expected this would be a one time thing. a drunk escapade between friends that you’d laugh off in the future.

“if you think we’re going back to normal after this, you’re sorely mistaken, love.” lando turns to you, grabbing your face in his big hand, swiping a thumb across your cheek. “now that we’ve got you, we’re not letting you go.” 

“yeah?”

“yes, you silly girl.” max brushes away a strand of hair that’s stuck to your face from sweat. “clearly, no other men can be trusted to treat you the way you deserve.”

“you okay with that, yn?” lando stares at you intently, his grip on your face not letting you look away. “you’ll be our girl, yeah?”

“ ‘kay,” you agree with lando’s words, leaning your head into his hand. you feel dazed but you’re mostly sober now, the alcohol having lost most of it’s effects over time. “ ‘m all yours.”

“good girl.” lando pats your cheek before releasing your face. “now, which one of us do you want to fuck you first, baby?”

“oh, ummm-” you struggle to answer the question, not wanting to make a decision and upset one of them by choosing the other. “you decide. but, um, can i suck one of you off?”

you ask this question shyly, your face burning. both men coo at you, causing you to blush even more. lando rubs a hand up and down your back while max leans in to give you a sweet kiss.

“how about i fuck you and you repay lando by sucking his cock, hm?” max gives you another quick kiss, waiting for you to answer his question. you nod eagerly, wanting to get both of them inside of you. “you’d like that?”

“yes, please max. i want it so bad.” you pout at him, widening your eyes. your pleading has both men groaning, quickly moving to give you what you want. 

lando switches spots with max, leaning against the wall at the head of the bed. max manhandles you, turning you around to face lando. he pulls at your legs, forcing you to lay down. lando’s cock is hard in his sweatpants inches from your face. he lifts his hips as you grab at his waistband, helping you pull off his pants. he’s bare underneath and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. you try not to drool at the sight of his pretty cock, the head leaking precum, red and throbbing. 

max leans over to the nightstand next to the bed, reaching into the drawer and fumbling around for a few seconds before finding what he was looking for and sitting back behind you. lando pulls your hair into a loose ponytail behind your head, getting it out of your face. 

“open wide, pretty girl.” with his free hand, he grabs his cock waiting for you to open your mouth for him. once you do, he feeds his cock into your mouth, groaning at the heat of your mouth. you moan at the taste of him on your tongue, opening your throat wide so you can fit all of him. 

behind you, max spreads your legs wider, slotting himself between them. he grabs a pillow from somewhere on the bed and places it beneath you. you can hear him pop open the cap on the bottle of lube he’d taken out of lando’s drawer, and jolt at the ice cold feeling as max drips it onto your pussy and slicks up his cock. he tosses the bottle across the bed, giving his shaft a few strokes. he slides his cock between your folds and you moan loudly, the mix of hot and cold has you flinching. 

when the tip of max’s cock catches against your hole, you moan around lando’s cock, body tensing in anticipation at the incoming intrusion. lando uses his hands on your hair to guide you up and down his cock, groaning as you drool around him. you manage to deep throat him and he holds your head against his pelvis when max finally enters you, your walls stretching around him. he’s much bigger than lando’s fingers, and even though lando had stretched you a bit while he ate you out, the fit is still snug.

“shit, you’re so tight.” max groans, running a hand down your back and grabbing one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and watching while he pulls almost fully out of you. “the way she’s gripping me, mate. fucking hell.”

lando isn’t listening to max, his focus on your mouth around his cock. he releases your head, letting you up to breathe and moans when he sees your face, cheeks flushed, tears in your eyes, and spit smudged on your cheeks. you gulp down a few mouthfuls of air and look up at lando, licking up his shaft and suckling his tip. 

“god, yn. you’re so perfect.” lando holds your cheek again, looking at you with what you think is love in his eyes. “you deserved so much better than him.” 

“i know,” you agree with him, using one of your hands to stroke him, kissing the tip of his cock and tonguing under his glans. “now i have you two.”

“you’ve always had us, baby.” max speaks up from behind you, giving your ass a sharp smack. “just couldn’t see what was right in front of you.”

you moan at the bite of pain from the spank and take lando back into your mouth. max grinds his cock into your pussy, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit. you feel all thoughts leave your head as max begins pounding in and out of you and lando guides your head up and down his cock. all you can think about is the pleasure you feel, lando and max, max and lando. your moans and their groans mix together in a symphony of noise, the wet sounds of you sucking lando’s cock and skin slapping together as max fucks you from behind. it’s impossible to focus on one sensation, it all mixes together into a hurricane of pleasure that overwhelms you.

you feel lando tense beneath you, his balls tightening and signaling that he’s close to coming. he pulls your head off of his cock, stopping you. you whine at him, upset that he won’t let you keep going. you want to taste him, want his cum in your mouth, so badly. 

“ ‘m sorry baby. wanna come inside you.” lando wipes the tears you didn’t notice dripping down your face. “you’ll let me fill you up won’t you?”

you nod at his question, feeling yourself get wetter at the thought. max can feel you clenching around his cock at lando’s question and laughs. 

“i think she likes that idea, mate.” max pulls you up from where you lay in the bed on your knees, holding you up against his chest, your front facing lando. “gonna let us both fill you up at the same time?”

“please!” you clench around him again, needing both of them inside you. “please, please, please.”

max lifts you off of his cock and passes you to lando who turns you around, your back pressed against his chest. he slips into you easily, your pussy fully stretched out from max. he moans as your wet heat wraps around him, holding you close and tucking his face into your neck. 

“fuck, you were right max. so fucking tight.”

max fits himself between you and lando’s legs, pushing the two of you to lay back on the bed. he grabs the bottle of lube again and squirts the liquid onto his cock, slicking it up further so that he doesn’t cause you any pain. lando grabs your face, kissing you to distract you from max, making sure that you’re relaxed enough to fit both of their cocks. 

max grips his cock and begins to push it into your already filled hole, groaning at the tight fit. you flinch at the feeling, not sure you’ll be able to fit them both. they both coo at you, telling you to relax and you try to listen. it hurts only a little when max pushes fully into you, his fat cock squeezing in next to lando’s. the men give you time to adjust to their size, the weight of them filling you up. 

“you ready, baby?” lando kisses your neck, waiting for your approval. when you nod your head, both men start moving inside you. they alternate their thrusts, never giving you a chance to breathe. you’ve never been this full, the slight pain from the stretch feeling better than anything you’ve felt before. 

lando slips a hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles. you clench tighter around their cocks, feeling yourself getting close. lando is right behind you, his thrusts speeding up as he approaches that cliff. he cock hits that spot inside you, causing your entire body to tense up. he and max both moan at the feeling of your walls gripping them tight. lando comes first, his cock twitching as he releases his cum inside you. the feeling of his seed filling you up has you coming next, pussy clenching around both men, milking lando’s cum from his spent cock. he groans at the overstimulation, slipping out of you and tossing his head back onto the bed beneath him, breathing heavy. max, yet to reach his peak, continues thrusting in and out of you, lando’s cum mixed with your wetness making the slide of his cock inside of you even smoother. he reaches a hand down to your clit, rubbing it. you whine at the feeling, trying to shove his hand away but lando stops you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your arms to your sides. max pounds his cock into you, grinding lando’s cum deeper inside.

“c’mon baby, you can give me one more, right?” max asks, but you know it’s not a question. you shake your head, feeling overstimulated but that doesn’t stop him from rubbing your clit and continuing to fuck you. you didn’t think it was possible, but you feel yourself about to come again, your core tightening, walls clenching around max’s cock. he groans, thrusts speeding up, pounding into you hard. you let go again, feeling your wetness gush out of you around max’s cock and the man moans loudly, his thrusts getting sloppy. he pushes into you one last time, groaning as he comes, cock flooding your womb with his cum, mixing with lando’s. he pulls out of you and he and lando both watch as the mix of fluid leaks out of your abused hole. max slips a hand between your legs, spreading the cum and pushing it back into you. 

you cry out and manage to pull your arms free from lando pushing max away, feeling overstimulated. you glare at him playfully, tears in your eyes and he laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“sorry, baby. couldn’t help myself.” he gets off of you, flopping back onto the bed next to you and lando, throwing an arm over his head and catching his breath. “that was fucking mint.”

“yeah.” lando agrees with his friend, lifting you off of him and placing you on the bed between him and max. “how do you feel, ynnie?”

“i didn’t know it could feel like that.” you stare up at the ceiling above you, flinching when you feel a glob of cum gush out of you. “i need a shower immediately.”

“wait, let me eat you out again, i’ll clean you up.” lando swiftly rolls on top of you, trying to place his mouth on you again. you shove him away, groaning and locking your legs closed. “pleeease?”

“no, lando. i will literally die.” you kick him away from you, closing your eyes to hide from his pleading gaze. “next time, okay?”

“i’ll hold you to that.”

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it seems like everyone in the world knows that lando is in love with you, except the man himself.

note: anon requested yearning fwb lando and i had to provide! there's no set timeframe for this one but could definitely be read as before lando got his first win 🤷‍♂️ the smut was a bit tough to write but i hope you guys enjoy anyway :) kind of bullied max and alex a bit in this one, couldn't help myself hehe word count: 3.8k warnings : smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), semi public sex (on a phone call, lando's drivers room), unprotected sex, exhibitionism?, swearing, a few kms jokes fc: multiple

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you fall back onto the bed, gasping a few breaths as your legs twitch from the orgasm that just racked your body. lando pulls out and flops down on his back next to you, turning to grab his phone off the nightstand. you roll over, resting your head on his chest and tangling your bare legs with his. he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and rubbing your back. you're both silent for a moment still trying to catch your breath from the workout you'd just finished. you look up at lando as he responds to some unanswered text and admire the man. his cheeks pink, face flushed. his curls are all over the place, some sticking to his forehead from sweat. you're sure you look the same, always leaving this man’s bed looking a mess. 

you run your hand along lando’s chest, tracing the bite marks and light bruises you'd left. as you do, you cheekily pinch one of his nipples and he yelps, dropping his phone and slapping your hand away. you laugh at his reaction, reaching your hand up to attempt to do it again but lando doesn't let you. he flips your position, forcing you flat on your back with him hovering over you. he has a playful glare on his face, holding your wrists above your head and against the bed. 

“how would you like it if i did that to you, huh?” he pauses, thinking about his question. “nevermind, i know you'd like it.”

“you know me so well, baby” you beam up at him, parting your legs so he fits more easily between them. you try to get him to release your wrists but he doesn't budge, his grip too strong. “let me go, you menace.”

“fine.” he leans down and bites at one of your tits before releasing your hands, you moan at the sharp pain. “now we're even.”

“asshole.” 

“you love me.”

“mhmm.” you hum in response, agreeing with his words. lando, as always, is unable to realize you're serious no matter how many times you try to let him know you want more than your current arrangement. you've been in love with this man for ages, just waiting for him to open his eyes and see it. what is the most confusing to you is that you know he has feelings for you, more than just friendship or lust. he's so fucking obvious about it, but you don't know if he's scared to admit it to you or if he's even admitted it to himself yet. 

stuck in your head, you don't notice lando making his way down your body, placing kisses as he goes. it's when he's finally between your legs, pressing a kiss to your thigh, that you pay attention to him again. you groan, knowing exactly what he wants.

“nooo…i don't think i can come again.” you try to squeeze your legs shut but his big head is in the way. “i’ll die.”

“you don't have to come again, just let me taste you.” he pleads, looking up from between your legs, eyes wide and desperate. you're so weak to his gaze, tossing your head back and spreading your legs further for him. 

“yeah, alright.” he dives right in at your compliance, so eager to get his mouth on you. lando holds your leg open with one hand, pressing you flat into the bed. with the other hand he slides two fingers between your folds, already dripping from when he fucked your earlier. you're leaking a mix of your own juices and lando’s cum, and he pushes it back in, making a squelching noise. he puts his mouth on your clit, sucking as he fingers you. you let out a whimper at the feeling, still so sensitive from before. you reach a hand down, tangling it in his hair, yanking his head back so you can see his eyes. he looks at you, dazed, his mind clearly focused on one thing. 

he moans at the taste of you on his tongue, closing his eyes. he uses his thick fingers to spread your wetness along your folds, dipping down to eat his cum out of you. the sounds he's making are filthy, slurping up your cum and spitting on your clit using his thumb to massage the sensitive nub. 

while the man is preoccupied eating you, you decide it's the perfect time to bring up what he's been avoiding, hoping he'll be distracted enough to not brush you off this time.

“lando…” you brush a few curls off of his face, tilting his head to look up at you without making him remove his mouth. “i wanted to ask you something.”

he hums in reply, eyes unfocused as he continues licking and sucking your clit. this probably won't work but you've tried so many different times to approach this conversation and nothing has worked so you might as well give it a shot.

“do you ever- ah,” your question is interrupted when his fingers reach that spot inside of you, causing you to flinch and moan. you gather your thoughts, trying again. “do you ever think about, um, being more than this? like the- ah, the friends with benefits thing?”

he lets out a questioning sound from between your thighs, not stopping his ministrations. you're not even sure he understands what you're trying to say at this point, too far gone worshiping your pussy. you use your grip on his hair to pull his head up, forcing him to remove his mouth and finally pay attention to your words.

“lando, i'm trying to say that i’m in-” you're cut off by your phone vibrating loudly against the nightstand. you groan out loud, you thought this time would finally be it. the moment is broken and lando sits up from between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. you lay there for a minute, letting the phone ring, thinking about what you did in a past life to have this kind of luck.

“aren't you going to answer that?” lando nods at your phone, using the back of his hand to wipe your juices from his face. 

“ugh, i guess so.” you pick up the phone and see that it's max calling and roll your eyes. you answer the call, because for some reason instead of giving up when you let it ring for a while, he kept calling. “mate, what do you want? i'm kind of busy.”

“when are you going to be done, we're sick of waiting for you.” max sounds pissy on the line, clearly prepared to bitch at you over your lateness. “and tell lando i said hi.”

“hi max.” lando waves at the phone like an idiot, as if max can see him. while you're busy chatting with max, aka getting yelled at for your lack of time management skills, lando takes the opportunity to finish what he started. his cock is hard and throbbing when he rubs it between your slick folds, using a hand to press it down, sliding through your wetness. you smother a moan at the feeling of his cock rubbing on you, not wanting max to hear. you glare at lando, trying to signal him to stop what he's doing, but he ignores you. with his cock sufficiently lubed up, he pushes into your entrance. he slides in easily, your hole already stretched, and fits snugly inside you. you have to cover your mouth to keep in your sounds as max rants at you over the phone. you're about to try and find a way to hang up on your friend but lando stops you, shaking his head and mouthing at you not to end the call. 

lando pulls out of you almost completely and pushes back into you, hard, stealing the air from your lungs. you can feel him in your throat, his cock big and thick as it pounds in and out of you. he presses a hand down on your stomach, slamming into you over and over. the intensity of his movement has you sliding up the bed, your head almost hitting the headboard. you reach a hand up and behind you, pressing it against the wood to stop from sliding up too far. 

“i just think it's a little disrespectful, yn. you said you'd join and i even told the stream you'd be here. they're mad at me for lying, don't you feel bad?” max’s words go in one ear and out the other, you couldn't listen to him if you tried, too overwhelmed by the feeling of lando filling you up. you feel yourself getting close when he starts rubbing on your clit, your walls tightening around his cock. lando increases the speed of his thrusts, pounding in and out of your pussy. you can't stop yourself from letting out a loud moan as you let go, lando joining you, groaning when he releases his cum inside you, pulling out and watching as it oozes out of you.

max is silent on the phone for a moment, you and lando’s combined breathing definitely audible on his side of the call.

“are you two seriously fucking right now? you are SO LUCKY i’m muted on stream. i can’t believe this! the audacity of yo-” max’s voice is cut off when lando grabs the phone and hangs up on the man, tossing the device onto the bed and leaning his head down on your chest, putting his full weight on top of you. 

“he's not going to shut up about that.” you warn lando, already thinking about how annoying max will be about what you just did.

“worth it.” 

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you manage to extricate yourself from the pit crew member’s flirting, explaining that you have somewhere to be. he lets you go but not before asking for your number. 

“sorry, i don’t have a phone.” you shrug at the man, quickly walking away. he tries to call out to you again but you ignore him. 

you make your way to the mclaren team hub, trying to calm your nerves. you try not to worry too much about why lando wants to speak to you. deep down you hope he’s finally pulled his head out of his ass and realized that he wants to be with you. the way he reacted to you entertaining some stranger’s flirting has your hopes high for a positive outcome to this conversation.

you scan your pass at the hospitality doors, squeezing past a handful of vip guests oohing and ahhing at the motorhome’s interior. thankfully, no one stops you on your way up to lando’s room. you take the stairs two at a time, trying to seem casual but you’re definitely rushing. the excitement is mixing with anxiety and you send out a little prayer that this goes the way you want.

you knock on the tinted black door with a white #4 on it, rocking back on your feet, waiting for lando to answer. you don’t have to wait long, you hear lando trip over something and swear before he opens the door, smiling awkwardly at you.

“hey, yn.” he waves you into the room, shutting the door behind you. “um, just sit wherever.”

you take a seat on the sofa bed, twisting your hands in your lap. lando locks the door and closes the blinds, blocking out the outside world. he turns to you, running a hand through his curls and letting out a sigh. instead of sitting next to you like you’d expected, he grabs a chair from the desk and sits across from you. 

“um, so what did you want to talk about?” you try to get the conversation started and lando groans, covering his face with his hands. “or not?”

“no, sorry. give me a second.” lando rubs his hands over his eyes before putting them behind his head and leaning back in the chair. “i need to tell you something.”

“alright?” you’re so anxious, you need him to just get on with it. “nothing bad, is it?”

“no, no. i mean i hope not.” he leans forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees and looks at you, holding your gaze. “yn…i think i’m in love with you.” 

you just blink at the man, eyes wide, and he stares back at you. at your silence, he continues speaking.

“i think i have been for a long time but i was too scared to do anything about it. i thought if we were hooking up but still friends, it would be enough for me.” he gets up, moving to sit next to you on the couch, grabbing your hands in his and you turn to look at him. “i’ve wanted you for so long, yn.”

“uh...” you don’t know what to say, speechless at his confession. you’d hoped this would happen but now you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“please, please, yn. tell me you feel the same.” lando grips your hands tighter, his eyes pleading at you. “tell me this wasn’t a mistake.”

“lando…” your brain finally starts working, and you pull your hands from his, moving to sit on his lap and grabbing his face with your hands. “you idiot.”

“wha-” you don’t give him the chance to reply, leaning forward and kissing him hard. he melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist as you straddle his lap. you pull back from the kiss, staring into his blue green eyes, your own glimmering with tears. 

“i have been waiting for this moment for so long, lando.” you lean in for another quick kiss, leaning back in his arms. “i tried to tell you so many times that i wanted more, but you kept brushing me off.”

“fuck. i’m so fucking stupid.” lando laughs in relief, tilting his head forward and bumping your forehead. “so you love me?”

“of course i do, dummy. so much.” he leans in to kiss you again and it quickly becomes heated. lando licks into your mouth, hands sliding underneath your shirt and rubbing up your sides. a hand reaches up and grabs one of your tits, causing you to moan into his mouth. you run your hand through his hair, yanking his head back and he groans, looking up at you. “say it again.”

“i love you” he’s breathless when he says the words, the look in his eyes full of love. “i love you, yn.”

you go back in for another kiss, reaching down to pull up lando’s team kit, only breaking the kiss so that he can take the shirt off. you pull back from his mouth, kissing up his neck and lando moans. he tightens his grip on your waist and smoothly switches your positions, putting you flat on your back on the sofa bed. his gold chain hanging down as he hovers above you. he kisses you deeply before sitting back above you and pulling your shirt up over your head, removing your bra as well. 

“god, you’re so fucking beautiful.” he grabs your tits in your hands, leaning down to kiss and bite at them. “all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, lan.” you moan at the feeling of his mouth on you, moving your hands to his waistband, attempting to unbutton his jeans. he lets go of you, standing up to take off his pants, moving to take off your skirt and panties before he gets back on top of you. you both moan at the feeling of skin on skin, his cock already hard, warm and throbbing as it brushes against your stomach. 

you spread your legs for lando when he slips a hand between them and he groans when he feels how wet you already are. he starts to lean his head down to where your thighs are parted, clearly wanting to eat you out, but you put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. 

“lando, i need you to fuck me. now.” 

“shit, yeah okay.” he slicks his cock up with your wetness, rubbing your clit a few times, before moving to push the tip into your hole. you’re tight from the lack of foreplay and lando groans as he forces himself inside you. “fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.”

fully seated inside you, lando gives you a few moments to adjust, leaning forward to kiss your neck and lips. you run a hand down his back, feeling so full. all you can think is lando, lando, lando. 

“yeah, say my name baby.” you’re already so far gone, you didn’t realize you were speaking out loud. lando leans back up, holding your hips and pulling out of you all the way before pushing back in. you moan loudly at the feeling, your walls squeezing around him. “love this fucking pussy.”

he pounds into you over and over, you swear you can feel him in your throat. neither of you try to control your volume, your moans echoing in the room. you hope these walls are soundproof but you’re so lost in the feeling of lando’s cock filling you up, you don’t even care if someone hears. let them hear, let them know how good lando makes you feel. 

lando’s cock slips out of you from how wet you are and you whine at the sudden emptiness. he coos at you, leaning down and holding your cheek in his hand. you look up at him, tears in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you. he smiles at you, eyes full of love. “my pretty girl. can’t believe you love me.”

“love you more than anything.” you lean up to kiss him and he pushes his cock back into your pussy, sliding in easily from your wetness. he picks up his pace, pounding in and out of you harder than ever. you can feel yourself getting close, your walls tightening around him and he groans at the feeling. “ah- please cum inside me, lando. please, please.”

“fuck, yeah. anything you want, baby.” he speeds up his thrusts, rubbing circles on your clit to get you to cum before him. you moan, feeling yourself peaking, and lando is right there with you. you tense at the wave of pleasure overcoming you, holding lando close, tucking your face into his neck, breathing heavily. he groans as he lets go, cum filling you up. he grinds his cum deeper inside you, before pulling out and watching as it drips out of you. “holy shit.”

“yeah,” you sigh, trying to catch your breath, holding lando in your arms. you’re both covered in sweat, panting from the exertion. “i love you so much, lando.”

he lifts his head from your chest, beaming at you. “i’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“i’ll never stop saying it.”

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summary: there’s no harm in grabbing lunch with your ex husband just to catch up, right? that doesn’t mean you guys are going to get back together, right?…right?

pairing: charles leclerc x ex wife!reader

request: i'll be attending with charles leclerc and would like to order a london fog & the host special with where is my husband? playing! for the london fog, can i get the exes to lovers be divorced to lovers. if that still counts as exes? - @tabisswag

warnings: fluff • suggestiveness - minors dni • brief suicide mention • time skips • likely a mistake or two

vicious speaks: another one!! i’m really having a blast bringing all of your tea party requests to life and i truly hope that you all have been enjoying reading them 💓

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summary: the immediate aftermath of getting drunkenly engaged to oscar after the 2025 las vegas grand prix.

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

request: hii!! i'll be attending with oscar piastri and would like to order a pink lemonade & a petite four! thank you so much!! - anon

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff • attempts at humor

vicious speaks: i’ve got a very short & sweet one for you today! had a lot of fun making this, especially the little bonus at the end 😉 hope this is what you had in mind, nonnie 🫶🏼

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texts from the it's bahrain'n men gc

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texts between you and oscar

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the engagement announcement:

lando norris x reader₊⊹ smau + written

someone in monaco is driving around your dream car — a porsche 911 gt3 rs. you are determined to find out who the driver is.

note: inspired by max fewtrell being obsessed with lando's porsche. set vaguely during the 2026 season. this is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me 🙏 inde as the fc bc i havent been able to stop thinking abt her after watching obsession LOL. please check the warnings on this one and i hope you guys enjoy :3 word count: 3.4k warnings : smut (18+ mdni), oral (m receiving), semi public sex (parking garage and a public road), car sex, messy reader, cheating (kind of—lines are a little blurry. reader isn't afraid to be a homewrecker, you've been warned.) magui (if you're a fan of her maybe skip this one), swearing fc: inde navarrette

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user: please you’re so embarrassing 😭😭 ↳yourusername: leave me alone unless ur gonna tell me who drives that damn car ↳user: MOVE ON ↳yourusername: DIE ↳user: omg my fav actress told me to die ↳user: #cancelled ↳yourusername: STOP IT

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user: there ain’t shit to do in monaco go somewhere else ↳yourusername: lowkey ur right bro this place sucks

kikagomes: Pierre wants to go to this car meetup thing tonight if you want to come with us. ↳yourusername: SAY LESSS

user: you’re so pretty please don’t move to monaco for tax evasion ↳yourusername: lmaooo i’m crying ↳yourusername: just visiting <3

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lando answers your call only seconds after it starts to ring. you’re met with the man who you’ve only seen through the windshield of his porsche. he’s smiling, though he looks a little bit confused.

“so uh-” lando speaks first, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look at you. “you are real.”

“very real,” you smile. “disappointed?”

“Nah, pleasantly surprised maybe.”

you blush at his words, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind your ear. the two of you stare at each other for a few moments, taking the other in. your initial interest in lando was due to his car, but you’re happy the man is so attractive. it’s definitely a bonus. you stay on facetime with lando for a bit, getting to know one another. he’s not subtle with his flirting, but you like it. 

“soooo, i passed your test?” you question him.

“maybe” he smirks at you, “think i’ll have to take you out to make sure.”

“give me a place and time and i’ll be there.”

“deal.”

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lando gets out of the car as you approach, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door. he greets you with a kiss on the cheek, placing a hand on the small of your back as you slip into the sleek lamborgini urus. he closes the door behind you and makes his way back around to the driver’s side door. lando starts the car and begins driving, placing his hand on your thigh while he focuses on the road. you can’t help but stare at him, his side profile draws you in. the slope of his nose and sharp jaw distracting you from the music playing quietly on the radio. 

he catches on to your staring, his lips twitching into a smirk. lando squeezes your thigh, turning to look at you as the car pulls to a stop at a red light.

“you should take a picture, baby. it’ll last longer.” 

“it’s a nice view, sue me.” you laugh, finally looking away from him. “keep your eyes on the road, mister.”

“yes ma’am.” he slides his hand higher up your leg, giving it another squeeze and turns his eyes back to the street, revving the engine and speeding off.

the drive is over quickly, monaco isn’t very big after all. lando pulls into the underground parking lot. you marvel at all the cars you see, keeping your eyes peeled for the dark green paint job you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

he stops the car and drives into a spot between a stunning deep blue lamborghini miura and the mclaren spider he’d driven the other night. you should have known a f1 driver would have a beautiful car collection, you look around in awe. 

lando hops out of the urus, coming to open the door for you again.

“c’mon pretty girl, i’ll show you around.” he grabs your hand, gently pulling you out of the car.

lando guides you through the garage, showcasing his expansive collection of cars. you’re unsurprised to see a number of mclarens, but the rosso corsa ferrari f40 has your jaw dropping. you never thought you’d see this car in person, though it does appear on many of your pinterest boards. 

your attention is drawn away from the ferrari as the two of you approach the end of the garage and you see the car that put you in this situation. the dark green carbon fibre almost sparkles in the bright fluorescent lights of the parking garage. you slide your hand across the side of the porsche, the white and black interior calling to you. you’ve never wanted to drive a car so badly, you’re basically frothing at the mouth over it.

lando laughs, coming up behind you and gripping your waist with both hands. “seems like you’re more interested in this car than you are me.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, pouting as he joins you in admiring the car. “is this your favorite?”

“yep.” you smile, leaning back into his hold. “what’s a girl gotta do to take her for a joy ride?” 

you turn your head toward him, bringing your face closer to his, and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“sorry love, we’re not there yet.” he apologizes, letting go of your waist and turning you around so you’re face to face. “i showed you my cars, now how about my reward?”

he pushes you up against the porsche, holding your jaw with one hand and your waist with the other. gripping your jaw, he pulls your face closer, staring at your mouth. you smile and lean in, pressing your hands against his chest. lando kisses you hard and full of want, tilting your head up for a better angle. 

you grip his shirt in your hands, biting his lip as you pull away from the kiss. you push him away from you, switching your positions so that he’s the one leaning against the dark green exterior.

you kiss him again and he slides a hand into your hair and breaks away from your mouth, gently guiding you onto your knees. you kneel in front of lando, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you rest your hands at the waistband of his jeans.

“let me fulfill my end of our deal.” you say, popping the button on his pants and slowly unzipping them. “what was it you said before? it’s all about give and take?”

lando lets out a breathless laugh, using his hands to keep your hair pulled away from your face. “i’ll take whatever you want to give me, baby.” 

you slide his jeans down onto the ground, sliding your hands up his thighs. you mouth at his cock through his calvin klein boxers. he’s hard, throbbing beneath the fabric, a wet spot already forming. 

“fuck.” lando sighs, his hands in your hair gripping tighter. “don’t tease.”

“so demanding.” you smirk, looking up at him. you slip your fingers into the elastic of his boxers, tugging them down his legs. “let me take my time.”

his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. he’s bigger than you expected and you lick your lips, eager to taste him. you stroke him a few times before taking him into your mouth, teasing his tip with your tongue. lando groans from above you, swearing and his hips jerking.

“shit.”

you pull back, taking a breath, and licking a stripe up his cock. you gather your saliva in your mouth, spitting on the head to make your strokes smoother. you bob your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. your nose brushes the soft hairs at the base of his cock and you take a deep breath, taking in his scent, his taste. you pull off of him again, using your hand to stroke his shaft. you look up at lando and see that his eyes are closed, his mouth open.

“you like that?” you ask, leaning forward to circle his sensitive head with your tongue. you smirk when he lets out a whine at your teasing. 

“yes, fuck. it’s so good.” lando moans, finally looking at you again. “don’t stop.”

he removes one of his hands from your hair, reaching down to guide his cock into your mouth again. with his other hand, he pushes your head down, forcing you to take him deeper. you moan around his cock, your eyes tearing up.

“is this okay?” 

you hum around him in agreement, covering his hand with your own, directing him to keep going. 

“you’re so good.” the sounds lando lets out are music to your ears, moaning and whining. he’s more vocal than anyone you’ve been with before. you’re glad the two of you are in a private parking garage, because the man refuses to keep quiet. not that you’re complaining. 

you let lando set the pace, guiding your head up and down his cock. you can tell he’s getting close when he holds you against his pelvis, feeling him tense up.

“you gonna be a good girl and swallow for me?”

you nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth and his hands holding your head in place. he groans and his hips jerk when he releases into your mouth. you take everything he gives you, swallowing around him. you pull off of him, breathless and he finally releases your hair. you look up at the man, his cheeks flushed and eyes hazy. 

“holy shit.” lando breathes out, looking down at you. “i think i just lost some braincells.”

you giggle, wiping your lips as you stand up. your knees ache from the harsh pavement but you relish in the pain.

“did you have any in the first place?” 

“funny.” he rolls his eyes, bending down to pull his boxes and pants back on. “c’mon, let’s go inside. i’m not done with you yet.” 

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lando drives you through the winding roads above monaco, the windows are down and music plays low on the radio. the view of the coast is breathtaking from up here, the yachts in the riviera are only white specks dotting the vast blue of the sea. lando hums along to the music, his hand in its favorite place on your thigh. your eyes are drawn away from the view as you notice lando bringing the car to a stop, pulling to the side of the road. you turn to look at him, confused.

“is something wrong?”

he ignores you, getting out of the car and coming around to open your door. 

“c’mon baby, it’s your turn.” he helps you out of the car, placing his hands on your waist once you’re standing in front of him. 

“really?” you squint at him in suspicion. “this isn’t a prank?”

he laughs at you, squeezing your hips. “no baby, it’s for real. you’ve earned it.”

you beam at him, reaching up and grabbing his face. “i love you.” it might be a little soon to say those words but you know they’re true.

“more than the car?” he asks, pouting at you.

“i wouldn’t go that far.” you can tell he’s about to argue with your words, so you kiss him instead. he smiles against your lips, pulling you closer. his hands on your waist slip under your top, sliding up your back and sides. you pull away from the kiss quickly, too eager to get behind the wheel of the porsche. he lets you go, taking your seat on the passenger side.

“you have no clue how long i’ve been wanting to do this.” you say, giddy with excitement.

“no way, really?” his voice is full of sarcasm. “i had no idea.”

“shut up.” you reply, revving the engine and speeding down the road. lando wasn’t ready for you to go from 0 to 100 and the man slams back against the seat.

“jesus, woman. slow down.” he grips the seatbelt, bracing himself. “i’m regretting this.”

you just laugh maniacally in response and whip the car around a hairpin. you cheer, feeling exhilarated as the wind blows your hair all over the place. “i love this fucking car!” 

lando lets you drive his car for a while and you’re grateful for it. you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this feeling. this porsche has ruined you for all other cars, nothing else will compare. you hope lando knows now that he’s let you drive it once, you have no plans to stop.

he directs you to pull over to a quiet, private spot of road. you listen to him, stopping the car and cutting the engine. you rest your head against the seat behind you, a bright grin on your face. your cheeks hurt from it and you giggle to yourself. you turn your head to see lando smiling at you, taking in your happiness. 

“thank you, lando.” you reach out, grabbing his hand. “seriously.”

“you’re welcome, baby.” he squeezes your hand and pulls it up to his mouth, placing a kiss there. “did you have fun?”

“sooo much fun,” you reply, letting go of his hand and moving to take the seat belt off. lando does the same, but you stop him before he can open the car door to switch seats. you maneuver yourself over the middle console and take a seat in his lap. you straddle him and he rests his hands on your ass giving one cheek a little slap. 

“what are you doing, hmm?” he leans back, looking up at you. 

you reach a hand up into his hair, brushing it through his curls and he leans into your touch. “i think i better show you how much i appreciate this.”

“yeah?” he whispers, his cheeks beginning to flush.

“yeah.” you respond, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him. he’s already hard in his sweats, groaning as you rub on him. 

lando moves one of his hands between you, slipping up your skirt and inside your panties. the fabric is damp from your wetness and he groans when he feels how slick you are. 

“is this all from me, baby?” he rubs his fingers between your folds, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“y-yeah” you moan when one of his fingers slips inside you. “you and the car.” you giggle, leaning down to kiss him.

he pulls back from you, a bewildered look on his face. “driving my car has you this wet?” 

“i told you i fucking love this car.”

“you’re insane, woman.”

“you like it.” you remove his hand from your panties, sitting back and managing to take them fully off without too much difficulty. lando watches you shove your hands in his waistband and lifts his hips to make pulling down his sweatpants easier. he’s not wearing underwear, how unsurprising. 

freed from his pants, his hard cock stands at attention, red and leaking. you spit into your hand and give it a few good strokes. he moans and pushes your hand aside, gripping himself and rubbing his cock between your folds, paying special attention to your clit. you whine at his teasing, annoyed.

“get on with it, lan,” you moan. “need you inside me.”

“yeah, you need my cock?” he continues the teasing, “should i give you what you want?”

“p-please” you pout at him. “want you to fill me up.”

“okay, baby. since you’ve been so good for me.” he lifts you up finally slipping his cock inside you. you moan at the stretch of him, no longer feeling empty. he gives you time to adjust to his size, pressing his face into your neck and breathing deeply. “ready?”

you nod your head and lift up onto your knees before going back down. he grips your hips and guides your movement. his fingers dig into your sides, sure to leave bruises. lando leans back, looking down at where the two of you meet, watching you take his cock. 

he groans as you grind down onto him, lifting his hips to match your rhythm. you whimper when he moves a hand back to your clit, rubbing with his thumb. you clench around him and he swears. the car is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and his grunts. the stimulation to your clit has you seeing stars and you can feel him twitch inside you.

“lan-lando, will you come inside me?” you manage to ask between moans, “p-please, baby”

“fuck” lando groans at your question holding your hips and grinding up against you. “you want me to fill up this pretty pussy?”

“please, please, please.” you moan, clenching tighter around his cock. you’re so close and he’s right there with you. 

the windows of the car are fogging over and you pant against lando’s mouth as you bounce on his cock. he grunts when you squeeze around him, continuing to rub your clit. “c’mon baby, come for me and then i’ll give you what you want.”

his words have you coming around his cock and he holds you down while you shake from your release. he lifts you up and down a few more times before he’s grunting and coming inside you. you moan as you feel his cum fill you up. you fall forward, leaning against him and catch your breath. you can feel him dripping out of you, his cock not enough to keep his cum inside. 

lando runs his hands through your hair, petting your head. you lean back and flinch when you move, still sensitive with him inside you. you lift off of him and his seed drips out of you, his cock glistening from both of your releases. you lean into him, pressing your mouth against his and he kisses you back, rubbing his hands up and down your back. 

“can i drive us home?” you ask when you end the kiss, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“sure baby, whatever you want.”

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user: he finally let you drive it? omg user: now lando is the passenger princess 👸🏻 ⤷yourusername: he looks so pretty in the passenger seat 🤭 right where he belongs! maxfewtrell: Can we share custody of it? ⤷yourusername: as if user: dreams really do come true lando: Baby i know you love it but thats my car ⤷yourusername: did yall hear something? ⤷user: lando just buy her one and then all ur problems will be solved! ⤷yourusername: you got the right idea over here ⤷lando: I think that might be my only option atp

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how you communicate with your boyfriend using his own memes

note: just a little fun one in between the two longer fics i'm working on :) definitely feel like oscar would just be so used to you talking to him in memes that he's not even a little phased by it lol. hope you guys enjoy this one! warnings : swearing, implied/referenced sex

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