it had felt like hours since this stupid staring contest had started. neither of them were giving into the other- their egoβs too big to hand over the power.
y/n doesn't know exactly when her clothes were discarded on the floor, leaving her standing in only the papaya coloured lingerie set. it all felt like whiplash to her, but that's a thought she didn't have to comment on.
oscar sat on the edge of the bed, both his hands placed behind him to hold his body up. he continued to stare at y/n, giving up a fight as if he was racing wheel-to-wheel with his teammate-
speaking of lando, why was it that oscar was acting a lot like him tonight? maybe the elder's cockiness had finally dug under oscar's skin. he saw how many girls lando pulled with minimal effort, how they clung to him like moths to a flame. maybe oscar wanted what lando has.
y/n stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. even from more than a meter away, the heat radiating off both of them was evident. her mind slipped back to that night on the beach, with oscar in between her legs under the moon and stars... or was that lan-
without breaking eye contact, oscar reached his right hand forward, unzipping the fly to his black jeans. he reached into his pants, pulling out his already hard cock, stroking it a couple of times to make the precum spill.
all this without looking away from each other, but it was always going to be too much for one of them at some point. y/n sighed, closing her eyes for a second to spare her sanity as the heat began to pool in the centre of her legs.
but when she opened her eyes again, she had to blink twice to make sure she was seeing this right.
there, sitting on the corner of the bed, stroking his dick with that cocky ass smirk, was lando fucking norris.
nova's voicemail: hehe π€
(should i make this a full series?)
