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A/N First part of the "Paddock-Bunny" Series. A bit of her backstory and how it all started.
WORDS: 4598
WARNING: NSFW (oral (male and female receiving) / protected sex)
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Stepping into the world of Formula 1 was never the plan I had for my future. Sure, as a young girl, I dreamed of getting into one of the teams as a mechanic, but growing up, I realised that this might not be one of the most realistic dreams I could have. Nevertheless, I worked hard, did everything to become a mechanic, learned at the local karting tracks and somehow stumbled into one of the junior categories, which opened up the door to the racing world for me. At first, it was more of being an intern, doing the work nobody liked to do, but at the same time, I could watch and learn. The boys from Prema became my family on and off track and so I climbed the ladder until I was a permanent member of the F2 crew. I can't deny that it is a stressful job, but it is exactly what I wanted.
At that point, I was happy, didn't think it could get any better, but then I got the offer from Mercedes. I thought someone in the team was joking with me at first, but then I was approached at one of the race weekends and was asked if I would like to see my potential working space. Of course, I accepted the offer and from then on, I was at the top, working with one of the best teams and where I wanted to be when I was a child. But instead of being a valuable member of the team, I needed to find my spot, was designated to simple work until I could prove myself, which is rather difficult when you aren't allowed to do anything.
During this time, I bonded with George, don't even know anymore how that happened, but he pulled me into his friend circle, and I got to know some of the drivers. And from that moment on, I was invited to their after-race weekend parties and other activities more often, making me feel fully welcomed in the world of F1.
Today is nothing different from the last season and currently it is the party of the season opener. The first time the boys showed off their real speed for the season
"What am I going to get for my first win?" Lando suddenly asks me, head slightly tilting to the side, before he takes a sip from his drink, eyes still firmly on me. That's a sudden change of the conversation and I lift one of my eyebrows before answering him.
"Probably a lot of money." I am sure he will get a bonus from the team and maybe even from the sponsors for securing his first win. He probably even gets a bonus for every podium, but the first win will be celebrated in a special way.
Lando clicks his tongue, before shaking his head and then he adds something to his question.
"No, from you."
I frown. why should I get something for his first win? He isn't even driving for the team I am working for. The only ones that would be getting gifts from me are the Mercedes boys, but even they don't get anything. "Why do you think you get something from me?" I ask Lando, because he certainly thought about this before.
"Because it is a special occasion." He states, takes another sip of his drink and I squint my eyes at him.
"More special than your birthday?" I ask back, because I never gifted him anything for his birthday before. A day people tend to see as a special one, but it seems like Lando thinks that there are better days than the day he was born on. He nods fondly but quickly stops and needs to hold himself up on the wall. Seems like that had made him dizzy. A soft smile appears on my lips, and I am almost sure he will be either embarrassed about this conversation by tomorrow or forget it completely.
"Can I wish for something?" Lando then asks and I don't think much of it when I give him the permission.
"Go for it."
Lando hesitates and I almost think he needs to decide on a wish first, that he didn't, though I would allow him one, but then he leans closer, voice barely above a whisper. "One night with you." My heart stops and I almost hope I heard him wrong over the bass of the music, even though deep down I know that this is exactly what he asked for.
"Lando..." I Mutter knowing he wanted this for so long. There were no feelings between us, besides just attraction, no butterflies, no feelings and nothing that should be exclusive. We both have been in a relationship since we met, but every time we are both single, Lando shoots his shot for a hook up.
I declined every single time.
"Please?" Lando looks at me and gives me the perfect puppy eyes only he can make, and I feel my walls crumble. Usually I would say no, telling him I can't just hook up with a driver, and especially not one from a rival team, but maybe a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone? I take a deep breath, making a decision, but I add a condition.
"Fine, if you get your first win in the next five races, you get me as a price." I tell Lando and his eyes light up. It's a hard limit I set for him, but Lando was fast late season, he might manage to get his win and if not, no harm is done.
"Deal." He holds out his hand for me to shake and we seal the deal with it, before continuing the party as if nothing happened.
In the next races, Lando is close to getting his first win, but even though he is on the podium, the top step isn't reserved for him yet. Race-Weekend number six comes up, Miami is Lando's last chance to fulfil his half of the deal, not that I'm keeping track of that. But in his last attempt, he managed to get the first-place trophy.
"Lando Norris crosses the line and claims his first ever victory in Formula 1." Cheers erupt all over the track and I can't hold back a soft smile. Looks like he finally did it. I am proud of him and want to go over to Lewis' car to put the coolers on, until one thought comes to my mind.
The deal we have...Tonight was the sixth race of the season, meaning that Lando managed to take his maiden victory on the last opportunity for him to claim me as a prize.
"This is going to be a long night." I sigh, before finally stepping to Lewis' car, eyes on the podium sitters, while working on it. It does take me a while before I can even try to search for Lando and congratulate him, but after what feels like hours, I finally meet him.
"Congrats, race winner!" I hug Lando tightly and he even lifts me in the air, before setting me down on the ground again.
"Thank you!" He grins, but has no time to continue chatting, because he is called over by his press officer.
"Come to party with us tonight?" Lando asks me, while already walking backwards to his PR.
"Sure." I accept and already know he is going to get so wasted tonight. But who would judge him? He waited long enough for this win with countless P2 and nearly there situations.
"You made it!" Lando grins, flinging his arm around my shoulders to pull me into a hug. He smells like alcohol, what could still be the champagne sticking to his curls, or the one he is consuming.
"Of course I did." I say, it is rare that I don't make it to a party I was invited to. Only if it was a tough day, I am not feeling well or have to catch an early flight back home.
"Don't drink too much, I want you to last tonight." I whisper into Lando's ear when he takes another sip from his drink, and he tenses up.
"What?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed, like he has no idea what I am talking about and my heart sinks. Has he forgotten the deal we made?
"Your gift?" I remind him and suddenly there is a wide grin on Lando's lips. Looks like he didn't forget what we decided during the party after the first race of the season.
"You still remember?" He asks, tilting his head, a cheeky smile on his lips. I wasn't drunk that night, so there was rarely a chance that I was going to forget our deal.
"Of course, we made a deal." I tell him, and suddenly Lando doesn't look so cheerful anymore. He steps closer and drops his voice, not like anyone could hear us anyway.
"And you still want that?" Lando asks, trying to figure out if I am just here because we made that deal or if I am here because I really want it. It sweet that he seeks consent, and I am sure that I made the right choice by giving him what he wishes for.
"I wouldn't be here if not." I say honest and Lando gulps at my words.
"Fuck." He mutters, wants to say something else, but then someone calls his name. Lando apologizes and disappears, but I can't be mad at him. He just won his first race, of course, everyone wants to party with him.
I don't see Lando for at least an hour, spending time with other people in the meantime, only sipping on a drink or two to stay sober enough. Hopefully, Lando will do the same, because I don't want to share the night with an intoxicated Lando. That's probably not what he wants either. When I meet Lando again, the smell of liquor on him is strong, but he doesn't seem to be drunk. Maybe he drank a water or two between his drinks to sober up a bit.
"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do?" Lando suddenly speaks up, arm wrapped around my waist, fingers drawing circles on my skin after he slipped them under my shirt. I chuckle softly, not feeling the immediate urge to kiss Lando in public, but I can't deny that he looks hot. Curl tamed by a backwards cap, body covered by a tight shirt, leaving little to my imagination, but still, we are in public.
"We can leave if you want?" I offer Lando and his eyes light up.
"Yes please." He says, ditching his glass on the next table, before leading me out of the club. We don't say goodbye to anyone, not that it would be their business that we are leaving together. And most of them are probably too drunk to notice either that we aren't there anymore.
We make our way to Lando's hotel, keeping the touches to a limit until we reach the closed doors of his room. I look at Lando, see his eyes flicker to my lips and before he can move, I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. Lips crashing down on each other, bodies melting to get as close as possible and hands start to wander.
I whimper softly when his hands knead my ass, and I try to get even closer to him. Hands wandering over his back, dipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles move under my fingertips. Lando lets his lips wander, trails them down my neck to nip on the skin, making me lull my head to the side. My fingers dig into his skin when he sinks his teeth into the skin over my pulse to softly suck a small mark into the skin. I can feel Lando's fingers grab the hem of my shirt, but then he pulls his head back, looking into my eyes.
"I need you to give me consent, okay?" Lando asks me and a soft smile comes onto my lips. This is really cute of him. I give him a nod, but Lando shakes his head, not accepting this as an answer.
"Words, I need to hear you say it." He tells me and I need to gulp before answering.
"I want it." This is the truth, no matter how much Lando wanted this, I also want to share the night with him, feel his body on mine and experience the lust with him.
"Good." Lando mutters, connecting our lips for a short kiss, before he pulls my shirt over my head. I don't wait long to tug on his shirt as well, fingers roaming over the warm skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without waiting for Lando, I wiggle out of my jeans, before I take a step back, feeling Lando's eyes linger on my body, especially being focused on my underwear.
"Do you like it?" I ask him, twirl around before I look at him again. The papaya coloured lace covers my breast, panties barely existing, but matching in the same colour. "Got them just for you." I tell him, which is the truth. After the deal, I went shopping for a pretty set of lingerie and when my eyes caught sight of this colour, I had to get them.
"You are going to be the death of me." Lando groans, tipping his head back for a moment, before stepping close to me again. Fingers hovering over my skin, barely touching it, sending shivers down my spine. As much as I want him to rail me, put his fingers, tongue and cock into me, this night is about him. About his race, about his pleasure, about a reward for him being the best on track.
"Sit down." I instruct Lando, pointing to the bed and he listens. Walks the few steps to the bed, before sitting down on the edge, waiting for me to come over. Standing in front of him, I tangle my hands into his hair, kiss his lips, once, twice, before pulling back again. Lando places his hands on my hips, trying to get me onto his lap, but I resist his grip, tipping my head beside his ear to whisper into it.
"You won the race, you get all the attention."
Then I drop to my knees, looking up at Lando, whose eyes just got darker, pupils so dilated that they almost seem black. Fingers opening up his trousers and Lando lifts his hips to help me pull them down. He is fully hard by now, tip already leaking and I lick over my lower lip, before taking his length into my hand.
His skin is warm under my fingers, and I make sure to keep looking at Lando's face, trying to figure out which movements he likes the most. Teasing the tip with my fingers makes his head fall back and a low groan escapes his lips. His fingers are tangled into the bedsheet under him and when he bucks his hips up for the first time, I take my hand off him.
Lando whines softly, hand searching for me to get me back in contact and I let him lead my head to his cock. Opening up my mouth to take him, sinking his length into my mouth and being held in place for a moment by Lando's grip in my hair.
Then he softens his pressure a bit and I can move freely, bobbing my head up and down, creating a rhythm while listening to Lando's quickening breathing pattern. My hands are placed on his thighs to hold me steady while I do my best to give Lando as much pleasure as I can. Tongue swirling around his tip, before softly sucking at it makes him groan and moan, hips bucking up to my mouth, grip in my hair is getting tighter and then the first words of praise leave his lips.
"Just like that." Lando tells me and I moan around his cock, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. He pushes me down on his length, tip nudging my throat and I dig my fingernails into his thighs, making him groan even louder. I continue bobbing my head up and down when Lando softens his grip again, but when I bring my tongue back to his tip, he pulls my abruptly off his cock.
"Stop, stop." He paints, fingers tangled in my hair, keeping my head up. I lick over my lips, still tasting the salty precum on them, before I look up to Lando.
"If you keep going, I am going to come," Lando mutters, hands pulling out of my hair, before letting his thumb brush over my cheek. I tilt my head slightly to the side, not seeing the problem in sucking him off until he comes into my mouth.
"We have all night." I tell him that there is no rush, that he can come as often as he would like to and that we don't have to stop after the first time. Having nowhere to be until the plane takes off the next day. No matter whether I can walk or not.
"But I am not patient." Lando tells me and before I can even blink, he takes me under the arms and throws me onto the bed. I just blink, not even having time to really react when his lips come crashing down on mine. Moaning into his mouth, I curl my body into his, trying to get most of his touch. I wrap one of my legs around his hips, pushing him down between my legs, feeling his cock brush against my already wet panties.
Lando's hands wander behind my back, opening the bra with ease, before flicking it off my body. His lips leave mine and trail over my skin. Visiting the mark on my neck again, before he wanders lower. Meeting my collarbone, grazing his teeth over the thin skin and then dipping lower again. Hands slotted beside my body to keep himself up, when his lips come in contact with my breast.
A soft moan leaves my lips when his tongue meets the soft pearl of my nipple, swirling around it, before he gives it a soft suck with his lips. I arch my body to get even more out of his touch, fingers gripping his curls to keep his mouth on my breast, only to whimper when he scratches them carefully with his teeth. Grinding my hips upwards desperately, I search for more of this pleasure and Lando groans softly against my skin.
With a soft pop, he lets go of my breast, lips wandering south again. Tongue dipping into my belly button, until he is at the hem of the papaya coloured panties. He bites into the lace to pull it down my body, only using his hands when he gets stuck, before he sits up on the bed. Lando takes my ankles in his hands to prop my legs up, opening me up for him. His fingers dip between my folds just once, before a sigh leaves his lips.
"You're so wet." Lando mutters, eyes locking with mine when he licks his fingers, only to groan softly. My eyes widen at the sigh, not knowing that something simple could look so hot. Just when Lando takes the base of his cock and wants to lead himself to my entrance I come to my sense again.
"Condom?" I ask him and Lando arches an eyebrow like he is asking if I really asked this question right now.
"Really?"
"Yep." I nod, ready to end all of this just because he isn't willing to wrap himself in a condom. Even though I am on birth control, I don't want to risk anything regarding the fact that I don't know if he is clean.
"Fiiiine." Lando whines, but waddles to his luggage to get one out of it. He takes his place between my legs again, rolling the condom down his length, before looking back at me again.
"Still okay with this?" He asks, fingers trailing over my tight and I really like that he still asks for consent even though we are so deep into it by now.
"Now I am." I tell him, because him wearing protection is the last thing I need to be okay with this thing.
"Good." Lando grins, dips down to kiss me, before bringing himself into position. Fingers curled around the base of his cock to guide it between my folds. Nudging it against my clit, makes me whimper, before Lando pushes in with one smooth movement of his hips.
"Fuck Lando!" I moan, clenching around him without being able to stop myself while my body tries to adjust to the feeling. It feels like a pleasant stretch, it doesn't hurt, but I do feel the fact that I haven't gotten laid in a while. Lando plants his elbows beside my head, body covering mine, while he glides even deeper.
"Say it again." He commands, referring to me moaning his name. My finger digs into his back and I am only able to whimper when his hips snap into mine. He almost pulls them back completely, before shoving his length back in again. I am still adjusting to his size while the pleasure is already taking over my body.
"Lando." I whimper his name again, making him groan and bottom me out again. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I try to change the angle of his thrust, trying to make it easier for me to take, but he only slides in deeper.
"Again." Lando pants, picking up the pace. Not taking long and deep thrusts, but rather quick, sharp snaps of his hip, making his tip nudge my G-spot over and over again. I can feel the burning feeling of pleasure in my lower abdomen, but it is building up way too quickly.
"Fuck, slower." I whine against Lando's skin, teeth digging into his shoulder to muffle my sounds. His skin tastes salty under my tongue and I throw my head back when he is hitting his target over and over again. I clench around Lando, making him groan, before burying his head in my neck.
"You feel so good." He whispers, keeps thrusting, making the bed thump against the wall with every sharp snap of his hips. My whimpers get high-pitched, and I know that I am close, body arching into Lando's and I am ready to let go, let him use me over and over again, when Lando suddenly pulls out.
"No, Lando." I can feel the tears prickle in my eyes, and I try to reach for him, but he is shuffling back on the bed. "Shhh." Lando hushes me, before dipping his head between my thighs. Hands holding them apart while his tongue parts my folds.
"Oh god." I cry out and tilt my hips upwards to meet his tongue, fingers getting tangled in his hair to keep him close. Lando chuckles against my skin, sending vibrations through my clit, making me want to close my tights around his head, but Lando keeps them firmly open.
He draws shapes with his tongue on my clit, sucking the most sensitive part of my body between his lips only to make me whimper and moan his name over and over again. I clench around nothing but air, slick dripping out of me, staining the bedsheets while Lando keeps lapping over my clit.
"I'm..." I just manage to whimper, before a strangled moan leaves my lips, hips bucking upwards to keep close to Lando's mouth when the orgasm crashes down on me. My thighs shake under his hands and finally, Lando allows me to close them while he breathes soft kisses onto my lower abdomen. I try to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my body down, but it is barely working. Keeping my eyes closed while Lando keeps peppering kisses onto my body, wandering up, until he reaches my lips.
"Can I continue?" He asks me and I manage to open my eyes, seeing the desperate look in his and I nod, letting him help me sit up. My thighs feel damp, but I don't care; this is something I can fix later, when we are finished.
"Yes, but be careful." I ask him to and Lando smiles softly at me. He helps me into a different position, on my hands and knees and even though my legs are shaking slightly, I manage to stay like that. Lando nudges my legs apart, before bringing his cock back between my thighs.
"Shit." I whimper when he pushes in, still sensitive from that high, but Lando is careful as I asked him to. Staying still until the clenching has calmed down a bit, before he slowly starts moving his hips. His thrust is slow and deep, exactly what I need right now. My fingers dig into the duvet under me and my body moves on its own, meeting Lando's thrust with eager movements like it is not totally exhausted.
"That's it, love." Lando praises me softly, fingers holding onto my hips, while he keeps his pace. Pulling his hips back, tip staying inside of me, before pushing back in until his cock is fully buried inside of me. From time to time, he lets his tip slip out as well, nudging it against my clit, sending shivers down my spine, before gliding back into me.
"You're so tight around me." Lando huffs, grip around my hips tightening and then he does pick up his pace a little bit. I wince at the stimulation and need to drop my upper body to the mattress before my arms give in. Changing the angle, making Lando's length slide against my g-spot again and I tighten up even more for him. His groaning and I am sure his fingers will leave marks on my skin by how hard he presses them into my skin.
I can feel him throb inside of me, and just when I think he can't do anything else to heighten my pleasure, his fingers dip between my legs. Finding my throbbing clit easily to roll it between his fingertips, makes me scream out his name again and with a mix of profanities on his lips Lando spills into the condom, riding out his high while I clench my second orgasm around him.
My body shivers when he pulls out and I need to suppress a little whine. Maybe going all night was a strong take from me at the beginning of this round. I feel tired, but I let Lando turn me around and then clean my tights. It would probably be better to shower; we both are covered in sweat, but right now, neither of us wants to move.
"Are you okay?" Lando asks, fingers trailing over my side.
"Hm, tired." I tell him, eyes already fluttering close.
"You can sleep here if you want to." He offers me and I didn't plan to do anything else but that.
"Will do."
Just when I want to try to fall asleep, one last thought comes to my mind. „Lando?"
"Yes?" He hums and I lift my head to look at him.
"Just don't tell anyone about this, I don't need everyone to know we fucked." That wouldn't be ideal if any of the bosses figured out that I slept with one of the rival drivers.
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It's time for anoter round of Blog Buddies! This month's guest is Guy Milner, author of Burn After Running, a blog about running RPG one-shots, and participant in Unconventional GMs, a group that plays and records one-shots online.
Hey Guy!
A while back you reached out to me to let me know about something the two of us have in common: a love for one-shots. We haven't had a chance to play in the same game together yet, but as I've had the chance to read over your blog, I'm noticing that we also share a diversity of game tastes, and we both enjoy playing games with a large pool of players. So let's talk about it!
For folks who aren't familiar with Burn After Running, I'd describe your blog posts as concise, whether that be a review for a game that you played, or a structured adventure for a game you're planning to run or have run in the past. I appreciate this; your writing respects my time as a reader and provides a lot of options for folks who might be looking into one-shot play.
We also have a few differences: I'm not against running trad games, but I think your tolerance is much higher than mine. You've also got a history of rpg games that I don't have: you've been in the hobby for longer, and have had a lot of time to hone your skill.
What I want to talk about today is the Two Wolves Inside Me: the wolf that desires connected stories with development that slow-cooks the plot, and the wolf that wants to include as many people as possible at my table.
My social scene is rather large; there's a lot of interested players, but when it comes to GM-ing games that lay outside of D&D, it's hard to get folks interested in running the damn thing. I certainly don't mind being a GM! I get to be a player every once in a while, which is nice for learning more games that what I can read. That being said, to accommodate for my local group, I find that it's easier to accommodate a larger group of players if I host one-shots. Since I'm devoting a good chunk of my free time towards this, this means that I'm spending less time devoted to a lengthy campaign, although there are many many times where I'll read a rulebook and imagine what a story slowly built over time might look like.
I'm curious if your preference for one-shots stems from the same place as me, or if you have any other reasons for why you dedicate so much time to them!
When I run one-shots, I'm also a personal proponent of pre-generated characters. I've talked about my love for pre-gens in the past, and while I don't think you need pre-gens for every game, I'm really interested in playing around with a number of different systems to see what I can do to create more time for gaming simply by providing players with pre-gens right off the bat.
For example,I recently ran a MASKS one-shot in the Spiderverse, with pre-written spider characters and a hard-framed opening scene written out to establish why they're all working together and what some of the biggest stakes are. I hard-framed the beginning to get the group into a conflict as quickly as possible, and in 3 hours we managed to navigate two fights as well as a slower scene where the characters struggled with an older hero who conflicted with a bunch of their ideals.
I'm really appreciative of your PbtA One-Shots blog post in this regard, even if I'm not following all of your recommendations! (I particularly disagree that you can't do pre-gens for PbtA games - I think it just depends on the game.)
I know that occasionally you'll provide pre-gens in your one-shot resources, and I know that you occasionally play one-shots. Do you have a preference for pre-gens, or do you consider them occasionally necessary? I'd be curious if there's any strengths or weaknesses about pre-gens that I haven't considered.
I think you and I more closely align when it comes to running more complex games as one-shots! I resonated with the tips you shared for running system heavy one-shots. When I play games like Scion 2e or Rotted Capes, it's easier to have the character created ahead of time, whether that's a character made by the player or myself, because it means I can write an adventure that will allow them to shine. I also love handing some of the rules over to more experienced players, or players that like to read rule books, to lighten my own mental load.
In contrast, for more generative games, I feel like there's some strong truths that I have to make clear before the players start coming up with character ideas - for example, I recently ran a game of Sunset Kills, in which I told my players that their characters should all be teenagers or younger, and asked them to come up with reasons for them all knowing each-other and hunting monsters together.
One way that I think I'd love to play with one-shots in the future is to run a number of one-shots that are all in distinctly separate systems, but are connected through setting, timeline, or plot. I've done a more long-form version of this in the past, with both my Monster Squad and Galaxy Squad Campaigns, but I haven't managed to condense my themed sequences into a series of one-shots yet.
I'm toying with the idea of one-day trying to pull together a group to play around with CAMPAIGN.FRAME, which is a setting I designed to unite a number of disparate games into one story by positing each different game as a video game, which the players will have to navigate in order to keep their city in one piece - if you're familiar with the TV show REBOOT, this will probably make a lot more sense. I know at one point we were kind of talking about putting together a bunch of games under the same theme, and I'd be interested if there's any themes you'd like to explore, or if there's any groups of games that you think might be fun to play in succession.
After all this rambling, I think these are some questions I have for you.
- What is it about one-shots that keeps you invested in them? How do you balance the benefits of one-shots with the lure of the slow-cooked story?
- What makes a good pre-gen? Are there some games where you'd consider pre-gens inadvisable or unnecessary? Why or why not?
- What are the biggest shifts you have to accommodate for when running one-shots that have predetermined scenes vs one-shots for games that are more improvisory in nature?
- What big experiments are you interested in pursuing using one-shots? What are you dreaming about?
I really look forward to hearing your thoughts, and when you reply, I'll re-blog this post with a link to it!
