landoscar fic recs vol. 6: valentines day edition !
for the horny freaks who are hanging out with ao3 today on valentines (its me im the horny freaks) here is 14 of my favorite smut fics!
first times. plural. - @jesterlavorrre
17.6k | 2/2 | first time | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
Maybe Oscar should try reciting the last twenty Formula 1 champions in order in his head, just to be completely sure he won’t cum before anything even happens.
Or, the two-part story about both of Oscar Piastri’s first times.
depth of field - @foxlaren
12.5k | 1/1 | voyeurism | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
This was where anyone would’ve stopped and questioned whether the wisest option really was to go full throttle into the straight that had a brick wall at the end. But again, this wasn’t anyone—it was Lando.
And all Lando could think was: if Oscar was watching, then why not give him a show?
fuck me up repeat encore - @freeuselandonorris
11.3k | 1/1 | free use | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
The thing is, Oscar’s a nice boy. Well brought up, his mum calls it. He’d sat through the excruciating sex ed classes at school, learning about consent and if it’s not an enthusiastic yes, it’s a no. Before Lando, he’d only ever slept with one person, apart from the odd teenage fumble. A nice girl, his first ever girlfriend. They’d had nice sex, too: always at night, in bed, saying is this okay and does that feel good, careful not to use his growing strength too much. Always holding himself slightly in check.
The first time they’d fucked, he’d been blindsided by Lando’s matching physique, how he could brace himself and take whatever Oscar wanted to give. Oscar had taken it slow at first, hands tentative on Lando’s hips, until Lando had huffed an impatient, amused breath and said you’re not gonna break me, mate, do it properly.
ulterior motives - @oscarshourglass
11.3k | 1/1 | robot sex | robot!lando/driver!oscar | E
He didn’t think through what he was gonna do once he turned Lando on, he should have read the entire instruction manual. “I wasn’t told much about what you can do, could you please give me a summary of your capabilities?”
He doesn’t know why he’s trying to be so cordial, he knows that he can command the robot to do whatever he wants, but it feels too much like hanging out alone with an acquaintance after only seeing them in group settings.
“I can do whatever you want me to do. Cook your meals, clean the apartment, help you train, analyze data, you name it. The more time you spend with me, the more familiar I will be. Although, I was uploaded with a decent amount of information about you.”
OR
McLaren gifts Oscar a robot for winning the WDC and he lets it ruin his life.
more like surrendering to something - @gremlinlando
8.4k | 1/1 | first time | student!lando/student!oscar | E
“You’ve done it before, right?” Lando asks. His voice has gone
strange—breathy, frayed at the edges. “Like, with a guy?”
“Yeah,” Oscar rasps. “I have.”
Lando’s eyes are wide and searching as they flit over his face. Oscar can tell that there’s something he’s working himself up to ask. He doesn’t expect that something to be: “Would you ever? I mean... with me?”
Or: After a year of one-sided yearning, Oscar walks in on his straight roommate watching gay porn. Cue the inevitable.
when the blood is dripping - @lovelylotusf1
8.2k | 1/1 | vampire edging | human!lando/vampire!oscar | E
“Sorry?” Oscar stares at him with a blank look. His cheeks are a pretty shade of cherry-red, meaning he fed recently.
“I said,” Lando tries again, “that I’ve decided you’re not allowed to come ‘til you bite me.”
In which Lando wants to find a way to get his vampire boyfriend to bite him. His plan? Denying Oscar an orgasm until he caves, of course.
cherry wine - orphan_account
6.9k | 1/1 | landussy | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
Fuck.
Lando just came.
Lando just came from Oscar teasing him—he hadn’t even properly gotten his mouth on him yet. Hadn’t even spread him open, hadn’t even tasted him. And yet, here he was, thighs locked around Oscar’s head, pulsing beneath him.
or when lando is incredibly desperate and oscar is losing his mind
ugly, only chance - @otherparties
6.8k | 1/1 | threesome | lando/oscar/jenson | E
Lando texts him sometime around midnight, short and so insane that Oscar takes a couple of minutes to wrap his head around it: jenson + me @ mine, u up?
it feels like the very first time - @tsunodick
6.3k | 1/1 | T4T | transmasc!lando/transfemme!oscar | NR
Oscar’s looking at him like he’s- Lando stops that thought because honestly, he’ll probably start crying or something stupid if he thinks too long about how Oscar looks at him, and he wants to fuck, not cry into her shoulder while she pets his head and tells him sweet things.
we match each others freak - deatiface
4.8k | 1/1 | size kink | big dick!lando/small dick!oscar | E
“Does it get bigger when it's hard?”
Oscar stands up and strides over to the door, entirely done with this humiliation. “Right. Goodnight Lando.” He doesn't know where he's going, this is his room after all. Maybe to the roof.
“No no, please Osc it's hot,” Lando pleads, scrambling off the bed and chasing him. The words don't register in Oscar's brain until Lando puts a firm hand on his wrist to stop him from leaving.
Oscar froze. “What?”
“It’s hot…” Lando muttered, nodding downwards at the tent in his sweatpants.
OR
The boys watch Naked Attraction together and talk dick size. Turns out they're both into what the other is packing.
learned instinct - @wanderingblindly
4.1k | 1/1 | a/b/o | omega!lando/beta!oscar/alpha!max f | E
"Can I–"
"Whatever you want." Max interrupts, tilting his chin towards Lando. "I'll tell you if you need to stop, yeah?"
Oscar's voice is soft, light in an awestruck sort of way. "Can he smell you?"
"Guess." His lips turn up at the corners as Lando gasps, untouched – shoulders jolting in an attempt to free his bound hands from behind his back.
your hips, your thighs, you’ve got me hypnotised - @sexydeath42
3.8k | 1/1 | pwp | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
“Mate,” a warm hand cradles his jaw, tilting it until their stare meets again. “My eyes are up here.”
“Uh huh,” Lando says smartly. His hands slide up Oscar’s legs until they rest on his thighs, his finger tips teasing under the rim of his shorts. Oscar’s hand slips to the base of his neck, tangling into his curls.
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Or, in which Oscar gets a splinter in his thigh, Lando gets it out from him, and then it devolves into absolute chaos
time alone with you - @ogygian
3.3k | 1/1 | fwb | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
Lando didn’t like men, he liked Oscar.
lollipop man - @gattyswriting
2k | 1/1 | oral sex | driver!lando/driver!oscar | E
They were sprawled on the bed, screens casting lazy, flashing light across the dark room—Oscar doomscrolling Reddit rage bait, Lando zoning out on TikTok, headphones clamped tight. Oscar wouldn’t even notice the lollipop if it weren’t for the sound.
The sharp, hollow clack of candy on molars. The wet scrape of his tongue rolling it side to side. The soft pop as it left his mouth, only to slide back in again, stick tapping lightly against his teeth.
It was irritating. Distracting.
Oscar tried to read his phone. Tried to focus. But the noises crawled under his skin. Every shift. Every tap of sugar on enamel. Every flick of Lando’s tongue.
He hated it.
Couldn’t stop listening.
Couldn’t stop thinking about it.
dededos
areudirty
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind
titsay
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