Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | college au, long distance relationship, smut + fluff, angst, happy end | 9,9k words | part of the @f1playlistficexchange
It all started on a random Monday, really. Random for every person except Lando. Because that was the Monday he met Oscar for the first time.
Oscar, who looked so wrong amongst all the artsy people, pen tapping nervously against the wooden desk, notebook neatly open in front of him. Next to Oscar was the only free seat, because Lando was late - like always.
When he sat down, Oscar turned around a bit, one nearly perfect eyebrow raised at the new person in his personal space. But Lando ignored the signal. Instead, he reached out, grabbing Oscar's hand.
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It’s that kind of meeting that goes for hours. The chair under his ass is hard and already slightly sweaty, next to him Lando yawns every five seconds and Zak shoots them a warning gaze.
The first few times Oscar lifted his hands in surrender, but now? He couldn’t care less. All he can think about it is a shower and his bed, no more tyre strategist or talks about pitstops that were as long as AM‘s.
When Zak points something out on his computer, Lande see‘s his chance. He leans over to Oscar, one paw sliding on Oscar‘s thigh to keep his balance, plush lips close to his ear - too close for a setting like this, close enough to whisper.
"You wanna fuck me later? In the shower? Couldn’t think about anything else in the last 30 minutes. Just you pressing me against the tiles, having your way. Fucking out all your..“
"LANDO“
It’s harsh and Oscar nearly jumps out of his chair when Zak basically screams at them. Thank god nobody knows that the blush spreading on his cheeks is because of Lando and not because he is ashamed.
"Then tell me why you’re literally wet like a girl? Little bit pathetic Lando."
"It’s normal, isn’t it? Getting horny after a few drinks."
"If I would tell you, you would go down on your knees, right now."
Oscar knows it’s just a shot into the blue, toying with the way Lando is pressed against him, harsh breaths and all. The bass from the dancefloor still noticeable, even in the small toilet stall. And Lando looks almost beautiful with it, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.
"Down, Lando."
He doesn’t even hesitates. Kneels down in front of Oscar, eyes big and wet when he presses his thumb against Lando‘s mouth and he opens up so easily for him.
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It's nothing, just the fact that Lando is bored. It's this weird place between the last and the first race, the happiness of winning the wdc still coming in waves. But not today. Today was awful. Jon started to pick up with his training schedules again and the yesterday left Lando all sore. Sore and bored.
He already woke up half hard, aimlessly rutting against his mattress but it wasn't enough.
Not that he couldn’t go out or message one of the girls in his phone - he just wasn’t in the mood. So he grabbed his phone, scrolled through his fav bookmarks but nothing catched his attention. Maybe, after all, he needed something realer. That's how Lando ended up on OnlyFans - all of his fav creators offline. Thumb still dragging over the screen when he opened a page, more on accident than anything. It read:
Jack, 25.
The first clip, a teaser, had the name:
Helping you get trough it.
Again, a accident, when he clicked play.
No face in sight. But miles of pale, soft looking skin dotted with moles - almost like the constellations of the night sky. Broad shoulders and big arms, trained chest and a stomach and hips to die for. The best thing were his thighs. Big and beefy, nicely packed into a tight pair of boxer briefs. Lando wasn’t gay, not really (the few wanks in his teenager years with Fewtrell don’t count) but he could appreciate beauty when he saw it.
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Is it gay to go on a romantic getaway with your teammate? [AO3]
Landoscar | pwp but with feelings + fluff + attempt at humor | 6,4k words
When he opens the door, the first thing Lando sees is a huge bouquet. Probably twice the size of his head, and the most beautiful selection of flowers he had ever seen. This must be a mistake for sure.
But the flowers are angled toward him, with such intent that he reaches out for them, and then he sees the person behind the bouquet.
It's Oscar. Eyes red rimmed (has he been crying? Oh fucking hell), cheeks painted in a blotchy red and hair standing up in every direction. He looks fucked up. Heartbroken. The saddest Lando has ever seen him.
And instead of saying anything, he pushes right past Lando, into his hallway. Oscar loses his shoes in the process as he heads for the living room.
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Neither you nor Lando were ready to put a name on the thing between you two. Sure, it was sex. Good sex. And when you lied down next to him, bodys sweaty and the whole room smelled like sex, you were almost sure that there where more. More than sex and pleasure. Something grown from the depths of your friendship, the trust turned into real feelings.
But then, there were weeks like this. One snarl, one falsely interpreted word, and the whole world crumbled around you. You know that it wasn't only Lando's fault, but it was easier for you to tell yourself that you were the victim in the whole thing. Even if it was your fault. Jealousy got the better of you, one picture from him and a fan in the paddock enough to let your blood boil. So you cancelled all your plans you had with Lando and ignored him.
After three days he stopped trying. Stopped to call and to text you, even if it was the two-week break between races—enough time to do things. Like, spending the whole day in bed while Lando coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your legs were shaking and there were no thoughts left in your head. Just Lando Lando Lando.
But not this time. You promised yourself to be strong, to not give in. You were done playing his fucking games. And tonight would be the night to prove it. One of your shared friends throws a party in his apartment. Nothing big, just friends. But still you took your time, curling your hair to perfection. Choosing a tight black dress. Nothing too dressed up, but enough to highlight the curves of your body.
You tried; you really tried. But Lando made it so hard. You could feel his eyes on you the minute you stepped into the apartment. Blue-green seafoam-coloured eyes burning into your back, following every step and every move. For the first half of the night, you ignored him, drinking more wine than good for yourself, just to get your thoughts away from him. Until you made the mistake to look at him, to acknowledge him for the first time since you arrived at the party.
He was just … Lando. The man who knew how good he looked. What his presence alone could do to you. And right now, he used it against you. Cap pulled into his face, head slightly leaned back. Legs spread wide—the whole thing screamed, look at me and God. You were also just a woman. His gaze was still on you, a buzzing sensation under your skin leaving you giddy. The moment you decided to go, Lando lifted one of his ridiculously big hands. Nothing more, just a short ‘come here’ motion with his fingers.
Enough to throw everything overboard and make your knees weak while you walked over to him, stopping just a few steps away from him, raising one eyebrow in question. Just you trying to keep your head up, not to look too desperate for him or his touch. Lando got the message, standing up from his place and walking over to you, stepping right in front. One of the things you loved so much was the freaking height difference. You had to tip your head back to look into his beautiful eyes, while the heady mixture of his colognes filled your senses slowly.
“Hi.”
There was the slight curl of his lips, but nothing that hinted that he was amused. More pissed. And just when you opened your mouth to say something, you could feel his fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you with him.
___________
“What the fuck, Lando? Just … fuck off.” For the fact that he just pulled you with him into the next bedroom, he now looked unfazed. Lounging on the bed, arms behind him while he slightly leaned back—eyes still trained on you.
“You ignored me for a whole week. And then you come here, parading around in your short little dress, and you think, I don’t care?”
There was it. That tiny little spark that made you believe that there was more, something more than just sex. So you walked over, stopping right in front of the mattress, between his legs. You wanted to say so much. Tell him, how upset you are, how you didnt had any energy left to fight with him again and again.
But all the words died on your tongue when his hand slowly settled down on the back of your thigh, just right under the hem of your dress. Calloused fingers carefully tracing an invisible pattern while he looked up at you. Big puppy eyes, the slight pout on his lips you adored so much.
“Lando…”
You tried again, words getting stuck in your throat when his hander slowly wandered higher on your thigh, stopping right on the soft skin where you thigh met your ass.
“Don’t, yeah? Just... I missed you.”
It took Lando one second to manhandle you onto the mattress, just the way you loved it. Still insane that he could carry or throw you around like you weighed nothing. One of your legs, more on instinct, wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer when his lips crashed against yours.
Just for you to realise how much you missed him. The soft press of his lips against yours, the way one of his hands cradled your face like you were something precious. How could you hate him when he was able to make your knees go weak with just a few touches? Never.
You parted your lips, your teeth carefully digging into his bottom lip, coaxing a low moan out of his throat. Your hands nearly moving on autopilot, shoving the cap from his head, running your fingers through his soft curls before you pulled gently—enough to get another moan before he shoved one of his thighs between your legs.
It was all too much, but still not enough. You wanted, no, you needed to feel him. Every perfect inch of skin, and when Lando bites down onto the soft skin just above your collarbone, you let out a whimper. Needy, but the shame with him was long gone.
This was the magic between Lando and you.You knew what the other one needed, without many words. So he sat back on his knees, dainty fingers peeling off his hoodie and his shirt, fumbling with the zipper of his baggy jeans for a moment. Too long, in your opinion, as you reached out, fingers ghosting over the planes of his body.
Soft, tanned skin. All rippled muscle, tensing with every little move. But still soft on the right places, that little bit right under his navel, his hips. Lando filled out over the last winter break, and you loved everything about it—even if the Brit was insecure about it.
There was a moment when he just stared at you, all the tension gone from his face, just something fond. Something you didn't want to think about—not now at least. So you sat up, just enough to press a few kisses along the line of the waistband of his shorts.
He smelt like always. Coconut and his expensive body wash, the different colognes. But one scent was always the strongest, something that was just him, always making you feel safe and warm. Even now, when you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his trousers, slowly pulling the fabric down to his thighs, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs, already tenting out.
And again, a hand in your hair. Tilting your head up so you could look at him.
“Me and you, yeah. Don’t want anybody else than you.”
Maybe that was enough. Enough to finally leave all your worries behind and to concentrate on the present. On Lando's warm skin under your hands, the way his thighs tensed under your touch, the shiver that ran through his body when you pulled his boxers also down.
Enough to let his dick spring free. Already hard and an angry red on the tip, leaking precum. You could feel the saliva pooling on your tongue, your reaction nearly Pavlovian. It was the way Lando took over the situation. One hand still in your hair, the other one around his dick, softly tapping the head of it against your lips, the whispered “open up for me baby” shooting right to your core.
It's muscle memory. The way you open up your lips, Lando slowly feeding you his cock. The weight of it, the feeling of the soft skin against your tongue. Then you hide your teeth with your lips, cheeks hollowed, your throat contracting around him. His grip in your hair just on the right side - somewhere between pain and pleasure, leaving a soft buzz in your body. You know what the sight does to him. Your lips stretched wide, big eyes looking up at him, already filled with tears because of him.
You feel the telltale signs of his orgasm, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue, and when Lando hastily pulls out, you whine, the needy tone leaving your body before you could hold it back.
“I know. Just a minute, yeah?”
You are back on your back, your dress pooling somewhere around your ribs, Lando's hands busy with pulling your underwear down, throwing them somewhere in the room. The cold air hits your heated skin, goosebumps raising while you spread your legs, hips rocking up against nothing until you feel Landos hands between your thighs, softly caressing, finding all your sweet spots. One finger, then another. Lando places kisses all over your neck while he gently scissors his fingers, brushing against your g-spot now and then.
In the span of a few minutes, you were a mess. Head thrashing from left to right, whines leaving your lips, hips rocking against his hand. Until suddenly, he was gone, and you slowly opened your eyes. Blinking up at him in wonder, confusion.
“Say it. Say what I said to you early.”
You raised one eyebrow, brain still too fuzzy to really understand. One of his paws on your thigh, squeezing. Grounding you in the moment.
“I don’t ask twice, Baby. Say it.”
Slowly your brain starts to work normal again, words getting together to form a coherent sentence.
“Me and you. Nobody else.”
Lando stills for a second, eyes getting soft again before he leans down. Wraps your legs around his hips, his dick against your core before he settles, slowly pushes in. Like always, there is this fucking insane eye contact. The one that makes your whole body shiver, wanting to run and to stay at the whole time. Forgotten the slight stretch, the burning feeling turning into pleasure. Lando gives you a few moments, like always, to get used to him before he starts moving. Slow thrusts, but so deep that you are already sure you can feel him the next day.
His hand on your throat. Not squeezing, just lying there. Anchoring you and claiming in the same moment. The dopey smile on your lips is surely enough for him to know that everything is all right—at least in this moment. No words needed, just your mingled breaths, the sound of skin against skin. Again and again, Lando is whispering your name like a prayer into your ear. Warm breath against sensitive skin. Your orgasm is building up in the back of your spine. Sizzling heat, slowly making its way up. Just a slight squeeze around your throat, nearly nothing but still enough to destroy you and build you up again. Stars dancing behind your closed eyelids. Landos warmth, his weight like a blanket while you both try to get back your breath.
It takes you a few minutes to get your brain back to work, a soft smile around your lips, before you press a chaste kiss against his cheek, the stubble of his beard already palpable.
Life is like a rollercoaster ✨ @nyoomfruits had the wonderful idea to play the prompt game with the server and after 20 minutes I ended up with this
Prompt: They only realised they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go
The thing is, Oscar, doesn’t hate heights. And he also loves going fast. But something about rollercoasters was always unsettling to him. Probably the loss of control, the fact that he couldn’t do anything if something went wrong. In the car, there were still the brakes. The run-out zones and all that other stuff that was there in case something happened. A rollercoaster.. yeah, that was something else.
Logically, Oscar knew that the chances of something happening were low to none, but still. He couldn’t ignore the rapid beat of his heart in his chest.
Lando, next to him, doesn’t help. All giddy, eyes wide and bright with excitement. After all, Lando was the one who lured him into the whole thing. Told him how exciting it would be and that they deserved to feel all the nerves, a little throwback, even, back to the days when they were kids and parks like this were the places where everything felt lighter and easier.
"Osc. Osc. Osc.. one more and then it’s our turn.“
God, Osc couldn’t help himself. Not when Lando was a ball of excited energy. He couldn’t leave him alone, especially not at the last minute. And to be honest, Lando would use that against him until they were both old, grey and retired. Oscar could see it clearly. Some McLaren reunion party; both are dads with kids in the sport. And Lando would point at him with his glass, something sweet. "Remember, Osc? Back then, when you didn’t have the balls for the rollercoaster and left at the last minute?“
Nope. No. Never.
So Oscar just nodded, lopsided grin on his face.
"Yup, can’t wait, Landers. Properly excited.“
Haha, joke. Lando, who was normally so sensitive to Oscar‘s moods, just did a little clap and then - it was time.
Oscar sent one last prayer into the sky before the security belts came down, pressing them into the seats. It felt a bit like being in the car, but still, the control aspect was there. And when they got pulled upwards, Oscar could swear he got a little bit sick. Nerves on high alert, his stomach doing something funny.
Sure, Lando wanted the first row. Sure, he said it would be fun. That he was also scared. Yep, Lando didn’t say a word.
The rollercoaster stopped, right before the drop. Their feet dangled freely, faces pointed downwards to the track. Fucking hell. Oscar was sure he would die.
There was a clicking sound, some rattling and a small "fuck Osc I .." from Lando before everything went upside down. The g-force pressing them into their seats, not even the chance of lifting their arms or whatever people did to survive this hell trip.
And before Oscar knew it, it was over - harsh brakes, then... nothing for a few seconds. The security belts are getting looser around their body’s. And then, Oscar looked down.
He only realised they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go.
Lando seemed to have the same weird thought because when Oscar looked at him, there was a bright blush on his cheeks.
The moment seemed to stretch, until a bored teenager appeared and shushed them out
