Oscar Mocking You/being A Little Shit During Sex🤭🤭🤭🤭

TAKE IT, OSCAR PIASTRI

cw: SMUT, oral, biting, overstimulation, hair pulling n more . . .

"oscar! 's too much—i’m—" you hiccup, trying to push his head away, your legs trembling so much it feels like they might give out.

"sshh, it's okay," he murmurs, pulling you in closer and not letting up. "don't fight it, just let yourself go," his fingers digging into your hips, holding you in place as he continues to devour you.

his tongue glides along your inner thigh before he gently sinks his bunny teeth into your skin.

you're like a drug to him—the more he tastes you, the more he needs you.

you almost scream from the sensation and tug on his hair so hard it feels like it might rip off. "i can't—oscar, i’m—i can't take it!" you sob, overwhelmed as the pleasure edges into pain.

"shh baby, it's alright, shh," he shushes you as he senses your struggle. "just relax, relax,"

"can't take it—osc, please!" your thighs instinctivally tighten around his head, a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"don't you dare try to squeeze me out," he growls. "i know it's a lot, princess, i know," he says softly, but the look he's giving you tells you he has no intention of stopping quite yet.

"just try to be a good girl for me, okay?" he teases the inside of your thigh with his finger, barely even grazing the skin. "can you do that for me?"

you struggle to form a coherent response as oscar's head lowers once again, making an absolute mess as he swirls his tongue against your throbbing clit.

your chest heaves, "osc—osc, oscar! i’m—oh my god, oh my go—oscar! oscar, oscar please! s’too much, s’too much!"

he presses down on your stomach to keep you still. "stop fidgeting," he warns, as his fingers dig into your flesh, leaving little indents.

"i know you think it's too much, but trust me. you've got at least one more in you," he smiles against you, "c'mon, be a good girl f'me," he looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks.

"just don't close your legs, baby."

© kissedsuns

still tasting you lando norris x you (older piastri sister) rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) requested by @sublimebarbie for monzamusings ✨

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

Lando's voice was hushed and close, barely audible over the loud music but you heard him; you heard the suggestion in his tone - eyes dark when you peered into them, scorching through your soul. 

The room was a blur – bodies everywhere, EDM vibrating through the floor and syphoning up the ceiling, making your head spin. The shots on the way in didn’t help your sense of direction, the tequila tasting bitter on the tip of your tongue as you followed your brother; a chain of McLaren employees all fighting their way through the dense crowd. It was loud, raised voices trying to figure out where we were being dragged. Truthfully, it was almost too much. 

Until you saw him. His navy button down shirt stuck to his tanned skin, black thick-rimmed sunglasses shielding his bloodshot eyes, bright toothy smile reflecting the flashing lights. He was the embodiment of ‘dance like nobody’s watching’ with his arm raised in the air, singing along to a remix of No Diggity. Carefree, giving zero fucks until he saw you. 

To the outside looking in, you two were friendly - he was your younger brother's teammate, after all. But in the shadows, there were unspeakable acts of pleasure occurring that had you both sworn to secrecy. Quick glances, ghosting touches, passionate make out sessions behind motorhomes and late night rendezvous in hotel rooms. It was the whole ‘sneaking around’ cliche and you loved it. 

Especially when he looked at you like that. 

Like you’d hung the stars in the sky, like there was nobody else in the room but you. He was ravenous and completely enamoured; rendered speechless every single time. 

Granted, you looked hot. Intentionally. You craved his undivided attention and you had it in spades. He’d slipped away from the DJ booth as soon as he saw you lining up for a drink - chatting away with his PR manager and pretending like you couldn't feel his searing presence behind you. 

“Hey guys,” Lando cooly greeted, smiling brighter than the sun.

“Hey hun, I'm ordering drinks - what do you want?” Sophie asked, waiting a beat for Lando’s answer and getting nothing in return, “Lando?”

“Huh?” he mumbled, tearing his gaze away from you to his media manager who was still waiting for his drink order, but now with a sly smirk on her face, “Couldn’t hear you over the music.” He tried to play it off and she simply hummed in agreement and turned back to the bartender.

“Smooth,” you whispered playfully, pulling him into a friendly side hug, “Congrats on the win… must feel amazing.” 

Lando nodded and ran his hands through his hair - you'd noticed he always did that when he was nervous. His cheeks would flush, eyes would dart to anywhere but yours and his fingers would find the frayed ends of his gorgeous curls. All tell tale signs that he was into you. 

“Yeah, it does…” he agreed, nodding and chewing the inside of his cheek, “Not as amazing as you look but still pretty good.”

He could turn it on when he wanted to. And it made you blush as your idle hands playfully swatted him away until you spotted your little brother strolling over to the two of you with a smile. 

“Hey mate,” Oscar greeted happily, patting his teammate on the shoulder, “Celebrating?”

“Absolutely,” Lando enthused and held up his vodka soda with a grin, “Is Lily here?”

“Yeah she’s talking to someone. Thought i’d just come over and make sure my sister wasn’t annoying you again,” he winked, knowing that you were the least annoying person he knew. 

So you rolled your eyes and started to walk away, “Rich coming from you, kid.”

Oscar simply laughed, none the wiser to your arrangement with his teammate, “Don’t have too much fun and remember which side of the garage you’re related to, yeah?” “Yeah, yeah.” you brushed him off and slyly grasped Lando’s wrist, dragging him off into the sea of sweaty bodies and debauchery. 

It didn’t take long for his hands to find a place on your swaying hips, entranced by the way they moved to the music reverberating through your chest. It was hot, in more ways than just the temperature rising in the room as capacity hit. Lando’s breath swept across the back of your neck as he leaned in, so close to pressing his lips to the soft spot between your ear and shoulder that gifted him with the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

It took every ounce of will power to save it for the bedroom. 

But he was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

You couldn't stop the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as his confession washed over you. So you spun around in his arms and leaned in a little closer than "friendly".

But you didn't care – you needed him.

“Then take me somewhere and do something about it.”

That’s all it took. Five little words had you pressed up against the wall of the lavish bathroom. The lighting was dim, nothing but a single sconce illuminating the copper walls and the gorgeous vanity you were perched upon. It was clumsy, all teeth as you kissed the man holding you up, legs sprawled and mewls slipping from your ruby lips. Tongue tied and breathless, all the things to make a quickie, a quickie. 

“So fucking tight,” Lando grumbled as he pumped two fingers into you, the dampened string of what resembled a pair of panties haphazardly pulled to the side.

“Need to fuck me good then, hey.” It was a taunt fuelled by carnal need and desire - Lando simple nodded and lazily nipped at the skin exposed on your neck. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

He was painfully hard, which made unzipping his ridiculously tight trousers even harder than usual. But he managed to do it without missing a beat, fingers still delving into the depths he craved to feel squeezing his aching dick. He’d thought about it all day, even had to have a cold shower because of how fucking obsessed he was with the way you felt around him, clenching like you were now around his thick digits. 

“We’ve gotta be quick so leave everything on,” you whispered with a devilish glint in your hungry eyes, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Lando wasn’t going to protest, in fact he loved the idea of having you like this - fully clothed with only your cute, black lacy panties pulled to the side for him to slide into. He couldn’t wait any longer. His trousers and pants were hastily shoved down just enough to free him, the slick coat of excitement cooled by the air and sending a chill down his spine. Until he removed his fingers and ran himself through your folds, eliciting the sound of an angel, heaven sent.

“We good?” he asked sweetly and you nodded with pleading eyes, sealing a layer of consent before nudging his tip into you. 

A chorus of moans harmonised between the two of you, pleasantly satisfied by the intimacy as he shuffled forward with a gentle huff. It felt too good to have him inside you, filling you up with a delicious fullness you constantly craved from him. It’s all you needed after a long day of yearning and discreetly glancing across the garages - all you could think about was this moment, where it was just you and him; so outrageously turned on that you couldn’t wait to get back to his hotel. Desperately devoted.

“Feels unbelievable, baby,” you praised in a breathy moan, head tilted back against the already steamed up mirror hanging behind you.

“Having you like this is a fucking dream,” Lando practically growled as he pulled down the top of your dress and kissed the tops of your breasts, “So beautiful.” 

Everything felt heightened as you relaxed against the vanity, fully trusting his tight grip and letting go of all inhibitions. That’s how you felt with Lando - walls down and no longer scared to feel it all with someone. And god, it felt good to purge all the pent up lust and aching to have him like this, panting and whispering filth into your ear; every word and jut surmounting to the knot in your stomach snapping to ribbons all at once. Your rushed words pathetically coming out in a whine.

“Lan… Baby I’m gonna- fuck, I’m so close.” 

“Shhh, I got you darling, come ‘f me…” he sweetly whispered, easing you over the edge as his fingers caressed the bundle of nerves between your thighs like precious cargo. 

You chanted his name over and over and over again, fingernails clutching his clothed back for leverage as you convulsed in pleasure, shockwaves hitting every nerve in your body as he spilled into you with an exasperated groan. He was beautiful, all flushed and fucked out as he pressed his forehead to yours, weary eyes locked in once again. 

“Some of our best yet, I reckon,” Lando whispered, his smirking lips ghosting yours. 

You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss as you slid down off the vanity, readjusting your panties to their usual position. There was a short beat before you glanced back up at him with a smile, fingertips instinctively tracing the angles of his sharp jaw. 

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.” 

a/n – something a bit different! i've always wanted to explore a lando x older piastri sister because well, this fic series exists and older reader stories just hit harder and are a lot easier for me to write. so let me know what you think!

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Lando making you squirt for the first time 👀

he’d be fucking you really hard from behind, his eyes glued to where his dick is repeatedly moving in and out of you. but then as soon as he hits the g-spot and you squeeze around him, he’s just throwing his head back, his mouth parted, as he fucks you over and over again in that particular spot. “oh fuck, that’s the spot right? want me to fuck you right there?” he’d ask, gathering your hair and pulling you flush against him as he thrusts up and makes you roll your eyes. the slight change of positions allows him to hit the spot deeper and it has your legs shaking as you squirt around him. he probably feels it on his thighs which basically makes him cum. as he pulls out, he’s feral “squirting around me like a good girl, fuck I love you” he’d say before he lowers his face to your dripping core and gives you a big massive lick not caring about his own cum 😪😪😪

hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

1k words

cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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Secrets Unveiled - Charles LeClerc

↳pairing: Charles LeClerc x SainzTwin!Reader ↳summary: The one where you find yourself in love with your brother’s teammate, who also happens to be your best friend. After years of pining and flirting, fyour feelings finally lead to action ↳warnings: sexual content (minors dni), oral (male!receiving), smut, p in v, 18+ content! ↳word count: 6K

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The soft, distant sound of the music in the background entered your ears as you took a sip of your wine, swaying along to the music while sitting on a bar stool. You were currently at the bar in the hotel y'all were staying after a pretty enjoyable race day.

The interviews you had done with the drivers were done quite soon, so after it you and a few drivers had decided to meet up in the hotel bar so you guys could go clubbing afterwards. Quite a few of the drivers were joining, including your twin and a few of the drivers that have become good friends of yours.

One of them being Lando Norris, your ex boyfriend. You guys broke up on friendly terms and actually stayed pretty good friends. The both of you have dated for about 6 months, but both came to the conclusion that you were more friend material to eachother and split up around a year ago. After that you just went back to being friends, joking around all the time.

The other that was joing was Charles, your best friend... which you might have been having feelings for a long time. You were never gonna admit that to him tho, because you were absolutely sure that he would never reciprocate those feelings. Yes, your friendship was really flirty and Charles always called you nicknames, but that's just how Charles is, you always tell yourself. You honestly believe he's just very flirty, since you don't wanna get your hopes up.

It was a hand on your shoulder that pulled you out of your thoughts "Ready to go?" you heard Carlos say to you as you turned your head towards your brother.

You gave him a nod, stood up from your seat and pulled your skirt down a little, since it rode up a bit due to you sitting. You were wearing a wearing a rather fancy outfit. You were wearing a black body with a v neck to show off some cleavage, a short black leather dress, paired with a pair of black heels. It was a bit more extravagant than you were normally going for, but you decided you wanted to feel secure about yourself and this outfit definitely had that effect on yourself.

The other reason for the revealing outfit was the fact that it was currently mid summer and it was still very warm in the evenings "Are you really gonna wear that tonight?" Carlos said to you as he checked out your outfit. Then something clicked in his brain. Charles, he was coming too. You never admitted it to him in words, but you were his twin, he saw right through you "You're wearing it for him, aren't you?" he smirked, putting the emphasis on the word him.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, nice.. protective twin in the building. If you were honest with yourself, it was short. But you didn't really get why it was that big of a problem, since you also modelled and that meant a lot less clothing, but Carlos' excuse to that was that that was a different setting and atmosphere, not a club filled with men "Por Dios, Carlos... first of all I'm 28, I'm allowed to wear what I want. Second of all, it's not even that short. And third, why would I dress up for Charles?" you replied, accidentally outing yourself, causing the man in front of you to smirk "Ha! I knew it! You're in love with him"

"Huh? What are you talking about? You were the one asking about... oh fuck me.." you said, realizing midway that Carlos very clearly said 'him' and not said person in question, Charles LeClerc.

You shot a look over your brother's shoulder and spotted Charles and Pierre standing in the opening of the door, the monegasque boy's eyes already locked onto your figure. You shot him a cheeky smile and waved at him "Let's go, the others are waiting" you told your twin, trying to move on from the subject, pretending that you didn't hear what Carlos said.

Charles swallowed hard as he saw you wave at him. He saw what you were wearing and it made him feel things he couldn't control. The outfit was accentuating your curves in all the right ways. Charles has had feelings for you for as long as he can remember. Back in 2018 when he first joined the formula 1 was the first time he layed eyes on you. It started out as an innocent crush, but eventually turned out into something way deeper, more complicated. It broke his heart back when you started seeing Lando. He tried to get over you then, it only being backfired because of that. He was happy for you, but he could also say he was exceptionally delighted when you broke up. He was utterly in love with you, as well as extremely sexually attracted to you. It didn't help his case that you had a very touchy friendship, making the monasques skin feel on fire every second he was around you. The other issue why he didn't dare to act on his feelings was your brother, because he was pretty sure he wouldn't really be delighted by the idea of Charles dating you.

He was currently staring at you while you were talking to his teammate, stuck in a daze. He felt his blood rush to a particular part of his body, a breath he didn't notice he was holding leaving his lips. He heard Pierre clear his throat next to him "Stop undressing her with your eyes" the french guy said with a laugh "I know she's hot, but you're being too obvious.. Or have you finally found the courage to kiss her tonight?"

Charles shot him a glare and gave him a punch in the shoulder "How often do I have to remind you that she doesn't feel the same way?" he said a little frustrated.

"Charles... have you not seen the way she looks at you?"

"Whatever you say... now shut up! She's coming over" he hushed his friend, combing a hand through his messy hair, the other resting in the pockets of his trousers. A moment later you gave Pierre a quick hug, greeting him with a small smile. You moved over to Charles, engulfing him in a hug, your arms draped around his neck. The boy relaxed instantly in your hold, his hands resting on your hips "Hi" you whispered. Your breath tickling the skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He inhaled the scent of your sweet perfume as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. To you both the hug seemed to last as long as any other hug with a friend, but to the outside world it was as if the hug between the two of you lasted longer that was normal for best friends. You pulled away when you heard the chuckle of your brother behind you, awarding him with a light smack on his chest "Cállate!" (shut up!) you whispered to him in spanish. sending him a deathly glare. If Carlos was gonna tease you about Charles the entire evening, it was gonna be a long long night.

You walked through the door, making your between Charles and Pierre "Let's go boys!" you said happily as you looked back at them over your shoulder. The boys did as you said and joined you on the way to the nightclub. Charles looked let out a deep breath and fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt as he looked at Pierre "Cette femme va causer ma mort" (This woman is gonna be the death of me) he said in french to Pierre, earning a chuckle from his friend.

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The nightclub you were at was filled to the brim, people bumping into eachother everywhere. The music blasting through the speakers was giving you just the right amount of serotonin. It was Måneskin playing, which has become your absolute favorite band. You knew every piece of lyrics to their songs. Including the Italian ones, since you were fluent in Italian as well. You were currently dancing to one of their songs with George and Pierre, raising your glass filled with your cocktail in the air. You were swaying your hips to the music, every once in a while shooting a look over at Charles. He was sitting on a barstool with a drink in his hand, talking to your brother. You send him a smile as you continued dance to the song, the three of you all pretty close together. You were all quite drunk already and you knew it wouldn't be long until it would be a wise decision to go back to the hotel. The italian words of the lyrics from Morirò da Re leaving your lips effortless as you sang along to the song. Pierre places his hand on your lower back, moving his ear closer to your ear whispering "Don't let Charles hear you sing in Italian, because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you" ending with a smirk "We both know he has a thing for the Italian language"

You scoff "Nice one, Gasly. We both know Charles doesn't see me that way" you reply to him with a soft chuckle, causing him to shake his head. Both you and Charles were the most oblivious people on earth. He found it amusing to see how the both of you were convinced of being just friends, when the sexual tension between the both of you was visible to anyone else. George, who was still dancing with you from behind you, laughed at the interaction between you and Pierre "Sainz.. haven't you seen him looking at us dancing the entire time?" he chuckled at you.

George grabbed your forearm and spun you around, hands finding your waist "Play along and check out Charles' reaction" he whispered as he lowered his hands to your hips. He helped you move, both dancing along to the rythm of the music as he placed his head in the crook of your neck. George knew you wouldn't mind him doing this, because you were always a bit of a flirty person with some people when you were single.

George turned the both of you around a little so you had your vision directed towards Charles. You looked directly into his eyes, just to see that he indeed was already looking at you. He looked frustrated, a little on edge. You could see him downing his drink in one go "You see it now, Sainz?" he whispered in your ear. Pierre laughed at the sight, now positioned behind you due to George turning you around. You on the other hand, were still not convinced about it "Just drag him out of his seat and onto the dancefloor. So you can experience it for yourself"

"I don't think he'll try anything, even if it was the case..." you said as you finished the last bit of your drink "Carlos is here, so I don't think he even dares to" you chuckle.

Pierre laughs again at your innocence "I dont think you know how much of a sucker he is for girls speaking Italian" he said with a laugh. Honestly, he wanted to say that Charles would probably be a sucker for you speaking Italian. But he wasn't about to do all the work for his friends, he had to leave a little bit of work left for them "Now, quick, before the song is finished"

You roll your eyes at them both, removing yourself from George's hold to make your way over to Charles "I'm sorry hermano, but I'm stealing this one from you" you giggled to Carlos as you took Charles' glass out of his hand and put both your and his glass on the bar. You took him hand in yours and dragged him with you towards the dancefloor "Dance with me, LeClerc" you said as you took him with you to where you were before with the boys.

Charles protested at first, but quickly let it go once he felt your arms wrap around his neck. He let his arms rest on your waist, not daring to let them go lower. He felt extremely nervous and on edge around you today. Normally he was pretty loose and smooth, even considered quite a flirt, but today it was different. Multiple things where the cause of that. First of all the tight, body hugging, revealing dress you wore, the other him seeing George and you dancing way to close and sensually... but also one other thing. Something that Carlos said, it gave him a little hope. Carlos admitted, probably because of the alcohol, that you've called Charles astonishingly sexy once when Carlos and you were discussing your opinion about the fellow drivers.

You took a step closer to Charles while you let your hands travel over the expanse of his back, feeling his toned muscles through his dress shirt. You smiled at him, swaying your hips again to the beat of the music. You sang along to the lyrics while looking directly into his eyes "Amore accanto a te, baby accanto a te, Io morirò da re" (Love beside you, baby beside you, I'll die as a king)

Charles felt his breath hitch in his throat, shivers running down his spine as he tried to keep his composure. He had to try everything in his power to not to just kiss you then and there "How come I never knew your Italian was this good while I'm your best friend that is fluent in Italian?" he asked you to distract himself, a smile on his face.

You smiled at him, tracing random patterns on his back with your fingers "Don't know actually. Never came up apparently. I'm fluent in it, just as Carlos is" you replied casually "We've always talked English together, so I never really thought about it"

Charles smiled back at you and moved his hand to cup your cheek and carress the skin with his thumb "Well, you should talk more Italian to me, amore"

Your feel a blush creep upon your cheeks, hoping that Charles only concludes it's from the amount of alcohol you had. You send him a cute smile which makes his heart skip a beat as you smile at him "I always keep forgetting you're trilingual" you whisper as you moved your hands from his back towards his chest. He felt them moving towards the buttons of his dress shirt, fiddling with the button to open it "Gotta keep this one open Charles.. the girls like that better. It looks more sexy" you spoke softly, sounding way more sensual than you intended to. You said the girls, but were actually referring to yourself. You saw something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place, was it lust? Was it something else? It couldn't be, you were just best friends, right?

The monegasque driver in front of you licked his lip and spun you around in your arms in once smooth motion, pressing your ass flush against his front, his arms now on your hips. He lowered his lips to your ear, the soft skin brushing against it "Does this feel better than when George did it, mon amour?" He whispered, his accent thicker than usual tbecause of the alcohol.

You were at a complete loss of words and felt your body burn. You bit your lip to hold back a moan and let your head fall backwards on his shoulder. Once you got yourself together again, you grinded your ass against his front again, feeling Charles getting harder "Are you jealous, LeClerc?" you whispered in his ear "Because it seems like you are"

Charles couldn't hold back a groan and grabbed your hips tighter "So, you think you can have me?" he asks you in a smug tone, a smirk on his face.

A surge of confidence dawned on you and the only reason you dared to do this was the fact that you had way too much alcohol and were pretty drunk. You turned yourself back around in his arms, guiding his hands to your ass. Quickly you moved your own to the front of his jeans, trying to not make it too obvious to the public eye, giving his hard on a light squeeze through the fabric of his jeans "I mean... Couldn't I?" you whispered, the arousal coating your tone.

"Oh.. merde" charles spoke in a hoarse whisper as he felt himeslf harden even more, feeling like he could just come then and there because of the tension.

"Yes...?" you started, moving your lips to his neck as they ever so gently grazed over the exposed skin "or no?"

To Charles it seemed like everyone in the room had left, because you were the only one that he could see. He felt your lips against his neck and tried to supress the groans he wanted to let out. He was aroused to the point that it physically hurt. If he was being honest with himself, he had no clue if you were only saying this because you were drunk, because you wanted to hook up with him or if you had feelings for him. It confused him greatly, but he was enjoying this moment nonetheless. He tried to savor this moment for as long as he could, so Charles lets out a sigh and whispers "Yes.."

'There is that hoarse whisper again' you thought to yourself and you felt the heat pool between your legs. You pulled away and looked Charles directly in his eyes and felt yourself lean in. Charles' hands moved up to your face, cupping your cheeks in the most gentle way, wondering if you were actually gonna kiss him? If it actually was happening.

Right when your lips were about to touch, you felt Lando pull your arm and pull you away from Charles, much to your displeasure "Lando, what the fuck?" you groaned in a frustrated tone. Charles cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, shooting a questioning look to the McLaren driver in front of them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your moment, I really am... But I really need your help. Carlos is wasted and he can't even walk anymore... we need to get him back to the hotel and he literally refuses to go, unless we take you with us" he sighs, sounding tired from the effort.

A groan left your lips "Ugh... estúpido" (idiot) you whisper yelled as you rolled your eyes at the thought of your brothers state "Where is he?"

"Outside" Lando replies, pleading you to come with him.

You redirected your gaze to Charles and shot him an apologetic look "I'm sorry" you said as you pursed your lips "I understand if you wanna stay here with Pierre and George, but I gotta help him out" you softly spoke as you pointed at the two other driver that were still drinking at the bar.

Thankfully he answered it with a small smile and shook his head "No need to, I'll join you. Let's get my jacket first tho, not gonna let you walk outside in the cold wearing only that" he said, pointing to your dress.

••••

Once you were back at the hotel Lando and you told Charles and Alex that you could take it from there and lead him back to his hotelroom from there. Quickly giving them both of hug before going to the right floor. The both of you dropped Carlos in his bed, seeing your brother fall asleep immediately once his head hit his pillow. You let out a huff, bending down to take of your brothers shoes. You felt Lando's eyes bore into you and you looked over your shoulder "What?" you asked him innocently.

Lando chuckled "Well, aren't you mad I interrupted your intimate moment with Charles?" he asked, honestly wondering what your answer was.

You sighed a little as you slid the covers over your twinbrother "Of course I am, but I think it's for the better" you softly said, hurt lacing your voice "Charles was pretty drunk and so was I, it was probably just the alcohol. I don't think he'd ever wanna kiss me when he's sober"

Lando knew you were lying about the first part of your remark. He knew you too good for that, perks of being your ex boyfriend. He was totally okay with you having feeling to other boys, because you were better off as friends, but it hurt him to see you like this. He placed a hand on your shoulder "You really like him, don't you?" he said carefully.

You gave him a little nod as you hid your mouth in the collar of the jacket that you borrowed from Charles. You inhaled the scent of his perfume that was still lingering on there and smiled a little, quickly wearing off to the realisation of him may not reciprocating his feelings. You looked back at Lando "I don't know what to do with it. The moment we had in the club wasn't really something to give me clarity. For all it could have been just out of lust, he could've seen it as a one night stand kind of thing"

The McLaren driver raked a hand through his curly hair and shook his head "I see the way he looks at you, y/n.. I think you should go talk to him"

••••

You made your way over to Charles hotelroom, intending to return his jacket to him. Once you arrived at his door, you paused for a little, thinking about Lando's words. Maybe it would be a good time to bring it up when you're there. You still had the spare keycard to his hotelroom from a few days earlier, so you used that to open the door.

As you pushed down the handle and entered the hallway of his room, you heard the sound of running water and loud ragged breathing coming from the bathroom.

You directed your gaze towards there and saw the door ajar, giving you the abilty to peek through the opening and saw the silhouette of Charles in the shower behind the curtain. You didn't really comprehend what was happening, but it was the moment that you heard a soft moan coming from the monegasque driver, that you realized he was pleasuring himself. It send arousal straight to your lower regions.

The arousal made it impossible for you to think straight and made you unable to make the wise decision to leave, so you stayed were you were glued in place, listening to the sounds he made. He was very, very vocal and you enjoyed it every second of it. You had to stay as silent as you could, but it was difficult. All you could look at was the silhouette of Charles behind the curtain, how his hand was moving up and down. Even only a shadow was enough to make the heat pool between your legs. It was a private occasion and you knew you shouldn't be standing there and keep watching. You knew that walking away would be the right thing to do, but you simply couldn't get yourself to move.

You couldn't help but wonder what or who he was thinking about. There was this tiny spark of hope that it was you, after all the both of you did share quite a moment back at the club. But it couldn't be you, could it? It should be someone else then.. Could it be about anyone you knew? The thought of it caused a spark of jealousy to course through you.

That particular question was answered quickly when you suddenly heard him moan "Oh.. merde.. y/n" It was then when you were not able to supress your moans anymore and it just slipped from your lips, causing you to cover your mouth with your hands, hoping he didn't notice.

•••

-15 minutes ealier-

Charles entered his hotelroom and almost immediately made his way to the bathroom to splash water in his own face. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his face still flushed. He could't stop his brain from replaying the memories of what happened between the two of you at the nightclub and it made him go insane. Half of Charles was extremely frustrated at Lando for interupting the moment you two shared, because the monegasque driver was feeling estatic about the fact that he finally was gonna kiss you. The other half was extremely sexually frustrated and painfully hard. His dick straining against the fabric of his jeans.

He tried to think of something else to take his mind off of you, but nothing was succesful. This was something that was quite usual for him actually. Eversince he started developing feelings for you, you always unintentionally turned him on. Charles always tried to make it go away, because he knew it was inappropriate to have these kind of feelings about his best friend, who also happens to be his teammate's twinsister. Normally he was able to find a distraction or just wait for it to go away, but today was not in his favor.  Charles opted for a cold shower, to see if that could help him get rid of it, but that didn't work either. Today was different, so Charles gave up trying and slid his hand down towards his member, wrapping his hand around is, letting out a whimper at the touch.

The images of your beautiful body flash through his mind as he started working harder on his dick, precum already leaking from the tip. Charles breathing got ragged quickly from the arousal that was rising even more and more. The racing driver closed his eyes and threw his head back, the back of his head leaning against the tiles as he moaned out loud "Oh.. merde.. y/n"

-Present time-

Charles' body shuddered in pleasure as he tried to imagine it was you touching him, instead of his own hand. Your delicate hands wrapping itself around his cock, working on him in just the perfect tempo. He imagined you wearing the most beautiful lace lingerie, just for him "fuck.." he groaned.

The Monegasque driver was so engulfed in his own fantasy, that he didn't even notice that someone walked into his hotelroom, until he heard the shower curtain ruffling.

Charles opened his eyes and saw none other than you standing in front of him, the dress you were wearing slowly soaking in the water from the shower. Charles eyes widened and coughed awkwardly as he tried to cover himself up, a little embarrassed about what you've just witnessed.

He really wanted to say something, but no words were leaving his mouth, so he ownly swallowed thickly. Your dress was so soaked by now, that it was even tighter than it was before and hugged your curves in all the right ways. He could feel his cock twitching against his hand due to it. Charles didn't what to do, he couldn't read your intentions. He didn't dare to do a thing.

You on the other hand were suddenly feeling very confident "Hi" you whispered as you closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips ghosted over Charles' lips, causing his breath to hitch.

The monegaqsue felt his heartbeat quicken as the tension between the two of you rose. Charles wanted to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you could do nothing else than moan out his name. He didn't dare to make a move tho, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He didn't want to ruin the chance he had with you.

You on the other hand had absolutely no trouble with your confidence today and within a few seconds you dropped yourself down on your knees and looked up at Charles through your lashes "Fuck..." he groaned, a moan escaping his lips. Charles found the sight in front of him absolutely stunning. The way you looked up at him was almost enough to make him cum from the sight alone "Y/n.. what are you...." he tried to say, but was quickly cut short by your words

"Shh, let me make you feel good" you whispered softly. You brought your hands towards his legs, one around the back for support, the other went up to his throbbing member. He was big... you weren't sure how that was supposed to fit, but you would definitely figure something out. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and moved up and down a few times in gentle strokes, eliciting a shaky breath from Charles "Oh merde... yes... y/n.." he whispered between breaths "So good.."

His reaction gave you enough motivation, so you moved your head closer towards him and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, making Charles a panting, moaning mess. His hands went straight to your hair, tangling his fingers through your locks. Waves of electricity shooting through his body as he felt your lips wrap around him, sucking on his tip "Cherie.. you're doing so wonderful"

The brunette monegasuqe driver was vocal and you absolutey loved it. It made you wanna test him more, see how far you could take him before he lost his self control. So you took him in as deep as you could, your eyes watering from how deep it was. Charles gasped from it, a loud and gutteral moan escaping his lips as he gripped onto your soaked locks tighter "Mon amour.. fuck.. I'm close... if you want me to last, you gotta stop" he panted, trying to keep himself from tipping over the edge.

You removed your mouth from him and looked up at him "Well, you better try your best then, because im not planning on stopping this anytime soon" you smirked, before quickly taking him back in your mouth to suck even harder "Putain.. you're such a tease, Sainz" he laughed, releasing another moan afterwards.

Charles pulled back and let his cock slip out of your mouth. Eventhough he really wanted to keep this going, he wanted to last this a little longer. The brunette pulled you up on your feet again and flipped the both of you around so that your back was against the tiles and he was leaning against you "That was an interesting turn of events" he whispered, his lips only millimeters away from yours.

"Well, I only came here to return your jacket..." you replied in a sassy tone, tightening your legs around his body, your hands moving to wrap around his neck.

Charles chuckled "Yet here you are, in my bathroom, sucking me off" he said, moving his hands to the zipper of your dress, making your breath hitch in your throat "Charles, fuck me" your words came out as a plea. Begging him to do something.

That plea was exactly what did it for Charles. He snapped. His confidence came back to him and he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you with all the passion he had. He completely ignored the zipper he was working on and just ripped the dress off of you as if it was made of paper. He was immediately greeted with your lingerie, a stunning ferrari red color.

Charles gulped at the sight "You are so hot, mon amour" slipped from his lips, while he watched you remove your bra and panties.

Charles moved his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you up and hoisted you up against the wall, pressing his naked body against yours.

A moan left your lips as he started kissing your neck, making goosebumps appear along the way. No boy ever had the effect on you that Charles has. Ever.

Your moans get louder as you feel Charles slightly rocking his hips against you "Are you okay with this?" He asks you softly while pulling his face away from your neck to look you in the eyes, not wanting to make you do anything you didnt want to.

You nodded as you reciprocated the action by rocking your hips over his member "Words, cherie, I need your words" he asked despretalely, panting from all the adrenaline.

“Charles.. F-Fuck me.. please" you begged him. You tightened your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to yours, kissing him again. Charles groaned at the feeling and slipped his tongue between your lips to deepen the kiss, while at the same time slowly entering you with his throbbing member.

You were wet, soaking wet, so his member slipped in easily, making you huff out an incoherent string of pleas and moans. Charles thrusted into you, fingers curling into the flesh of your thighs, moaning into your kiss. The kiss was filthy and wild, but also full of passion and love.

He pulled away to catch his breath, letting his head rest on your shoulder while peppering it with kisses, his thrusts slowly picking up the pace 'God.. y/n,  I've waited so long for this" Charles breathed, his cheeks flushed red by now. He was shuddering, trying to keep himself in check. He was dangerously close already, which he knew was very quick, but he couldn't help it.

You threw your head back, the gasp of pleasure leaving your lips "Me too" you replied, tightening around his member, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

Charles was kissing you everywhere. On your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. All the while he strings of moans and groans were escaping his lips. The mere idea of you doing all that to him, made you shudder with pleasure. Your orgasm coming closer, almost there already. Charles could feel it, he knew you were close, His hands around your thighs tightened and his pace quickened, fucking you harder "God.. Charles.. You're so good.. I want you so bad"

"Oh merde, y/n, I'm so close...'' he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. He lifted you off his cock, before slamming himself right back into you, hitting all the right spots

“So am I, Charles.." you moaned out, gripping on his hair with your fingers. The feeling of that making him feel even closer than before. Charles tried to pull out of you, not knowing if you were okay with him cumming inside of you, but you pulled him back. You clenched your muscles around him and looked him in the eyes "Charles, cum for me" you whispered, the pleasure visible due to your blown pupils.

That did it for him. His orgasm came crashing over him like a waterfall and he spilled into you with full force, tumbling you over the edge as well. Your body overrides with pleasure as you reach your high. You press your lips against Charles' one last time, before resting your head against his forehead "Damn.. that was amazing" you panted.

Charles smiled at you as he slips out of you, letting you slide on your feet again and pull you into his arms to hug you tight. He moves his lips towards your ear "Please be my girlfriend" he pleads in a whisper. You chuckle at him and place your hand on his cheek to turn his face towards yours "There's nothing I would love more that being your girlfriend, Charles" you said, sealing your words with a loving kiss.

adrenaline, baby.

ln x wife!reader

ahahaha i couldn’t help myself. wrote this at godspeed (20 mins) and i’m not even sorry. not my finest work but i could not care less this is peak brainrot (waving at you @lavenderlando). feral is the only word on my mind at this time. gg lando.

warnings: listen it’s porn with minimal plot. minors dni i am so serious!! 18+, smut, fluff, breeding kink, implied overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy, marriage, it’s just unhinged idk

your back couldn’t have hit the bed soon enough, touch starved bodies moulding into the cloud-like mattress. you’d waited all weekend to get him on top of you, and now that the stress of the race weekend had melted away, you’d been able to put the do not disturb sign to good use.

lando’s adrenaline rush had sent him feral.

he hadn’t stopped touching you since he’d been able to, practically dragging you through the mexican paddock, into the car, through the door of your hotel suite. he’d attended to his race duties and now lando had a wife to attend to.

six months of married bliss meant one thing: a lot of sex in a lot of places. you didn’t know how to keep you hands off of one another, proud of yourselves for making it behind closed doors this time. it meant you could take your time, that he could take you apart just how he liked to, and that’s what he did.

“c’mon, baby. need you nice and ready for me.” lando muttered into your neck, punctuating his words with a kiss below your ear. he had two fingers working in and out of you, curling deliciously against your walls. “did all of those overtakes, and then i did them again. now, m’gonna make you come for me again and again.”

he was a man, possessed.

a strangled cry tore from the back of your throat, zero regard for the neighbouring rooms as you fell apart, spasming into the white bed linen. lando didn’t stop, fucking you through the waves of pleasure until tears pricked your eyes and you were squirming away from him.

there wasn’t a second to recover, his curls tickling your thighs as he slotted between your legs, tongue lapping up the mess he’d just made. your ears were ringing, eyes squeezed shut, thrashing hard before your body dissolved completely under his touch. you couldn’t figure out where the pleasure started and where it ended, all you knew was that your second orgasm was approaching faster than lando has made up all those race positions.

“oh my god.” you repeated over and over like a prayer, blindly tipping over the edge, his tongue stroking your clit while his fingers coaxed you to your second release.

“i’m not done with you, baby. gonna fill you up again, just like you keep asking me to.” lando groaned, scaling up your body. you shuddered at his words, your body set on fire. it was a sort of given, at this point, that you were trying. or, to put it more accurately, not not trying. it did something to you, the idea of him letting loose, not a single barrier between your intertwined bodies, and he loved it as much as you did.

a litter of soothing kisses were placed up your throat, before he reached your lips, his own slotting over yours. it was messy, passionate, quiet whimpers being traded between you as he found his rightful place between your parted thighs. your legs were hooked over his hips, pulling him in, the tip of his cock painting over your folds. and then he was inside of you, slick bodies at one, and a switch in him flipped.

lando went deep, rocking into you like it was the last time. it definitely wouldn’t be. he could have left an imprint of your body in the mattress, holding you down as he ruined you. it was desperate, new urges unlocked in him since you’d started this new venture in the bedroom, no limits. you couldn’t keep up with him, letting him do all the work, just how he liked it. and you fucking loved it.

all you could do was clamp down on him, a beautiful mess at his mercy, his name chanted into the room. everything was hazy, nothing, there was only him and you. you arched into him, clawing at the bronzed, glowing skin of his lean back, eyes rolling in your skull at the way his muscles felt as they tensed under your touch.

“one more for me, baby, one more for now and i’ll give you what you want. gonna make me a daddy?” lando’s breath fanned your face as he spoke, watching with a smirk at the way you absolutely lost it.

you were sobbing when you came, the aftershocks continued by the way you felt him reach his own release. white heat pricked your skin and you collapsed even further into the bed, wrecked beneath him. you were grinning lazily, panting hard, eyes shut from the exhaustion. lando kissed away the tear tracks, residing inside you as you both came down from the high.

the air changed drastically, softer, intimate. he found your lips again, gentle this time, affectionate pecks reviving you.

“you okay, my love?” lando whispered. you breathed a laugh.

“you’re too good to me.” your voice was raspy, your vocal chords shot from a weekend of screaming his name in every possible context. “proud of you, honey.”

lando hummed softly, grateful for your praise. he scanned your face, an angelic glow gracing your features. his beautiful wife.

“gonna get you cleaned up.” he went to roll off of you, but your legs tightened around his waist.

“not yet. wanna stay like this for a minute.” your voice was laced with sleep, and lando couldn’t help but smile.

“this might have been the time, y’know.” lando’s words came out excitedly, unable to contain his delight at the idea of having a family. your family.

“and even if it wasn’t, i don’t mind the free practice.” you teased, but the giddy feeling in the pit of your stomach told you something, and so did the test you took four weeks later.

-

idk what came over me idk what happened lol. bye.

Snuggles On The Couch

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut

When Lando has a weekend off from racing he tries to come home to England from time to time and visit his family. Of course, since he doesn't want to spend a second away from you, he always asks you to go with him, and you always agree because you like spending time with his family. You get along well, you have a lot of topics to talk about and it's never boring in their company.

It was the same this weekend. You spent the whole day hanging out outside in the yard of the Norris family home. The whole family was together, and Lando was hovering around you all the time making sure you weren't bored, and besides it comes naturally to him that he has to be near you all the time and have physical contact with you.

When evening came you had dinner together after which Lando's sisters went out with their friends and his mom and dad greeted you and went upstairs wanting to give you some privacy down in the living room.

Feeling a little exhausted from the day, you stretched and yawned loudly before your head hit the pillow on the couch in front of the TV.

"You feeling tired?" Lando asked coming from the kitchen towards you.

"A bit, yeah" You yawn again.

"It's barely 9 p.m. baby, do you wanna go to sleep already?" He asks sitting down on the couch and putting your legs over his lap. "Thought we could watch a movie before bed?

"Yeah, sure, why not. I can't promise that I'll see the end of the movie awake though" You smile sleepily.

While you were looking for a movie on netflix, Lando settled comfortably sideways behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest. He started kissing your neck tickling you and making you giggle.

"Lan, you're distracting me"

"I missed you today" He says nuzzling his nose against your shoulder.

"You missed me? We've been literally together all day."

"Yeah, but" He sighs. "you didn't pay much attention to me and I had to share you with others. I want you to myself now."

You turn your head to look at him rolling your eyes and laughing. He takes the chance to kiss your lips running his tongue over your bottom lip, but you don't let him in. Instead you break the kiss and focus your attention to finding the movie to watch.

Lando wasn't really interested in watching the movie at all. He actually suggested the movie just to try to keep you awake a little longer to get what he wanted. His lips were attached to your neck as his hands slowly began to roam your body, sliding them under your shirt and squeezing your breasts over your bra.

"Lan..stop it" You half whispered half moaned squirming a little.

"Just keep looking for the movie" He murmured against your skin grinding himself against your ass.

You could clearly feel how hard he was as he squeezed your hip and pulled your ass into his crotch. You squeezed your thighs clenching around nothing as he tried to slip his hand in between them.

"Lando, no. We're in the living room, there's no chance" You resisted taking his wrist and trying to move it away.

"C'mon, baby. Let me touch you, please." He whines quietly forcing your thighs apart. "Can't you feel what you're doing to me?"

"I'm too tired and there's no way we're having sex on your parent's couch"

"You don't have to do anything. You just lay here and find a movie and I'll do all the work, yeah? Just let me feel your pussy please.." He groaned biting your shoulder.

Your common sense told you no, but your body responded differently to his touches. Especially when he kissed you just below the ear and rubbed your pussy over your tights. Your lips instantly parted and eyes closed as you took his wrist, but didn't stop him.

"How come you're so wet if you don't want it, baby? Hm? I feel it through those tights of yours" He murmured continuing to work his fingers over your clothed clit while his other hand gently grabbed your neck.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything nor to open your eyes. You just hoped he wouldn't stop what he was doing.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now, nice and gentle, yeah?"

You nodded and that was all it took for him to pull your tights down just below your ass and free his cock from his now already too tight pants and boxers.

"Soaking wet" He groaned playing with your pussy. He collected your wetness with his fingertips rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "You ready for me, darling?"

You answered his question by arching your back for him letting him put his tip on your entrance. He teased your hole a little before pushing himself in and burying his head into the crook of your neck to quietly groan into it. You whimpered at the feeling of his cock filling you. Before he started thrusting, he put his hand on your hip to rock you back and forth on his hard cock.

"Been thinking about this all day, fuck baby" He grunted starting to move in and out of you slowly.

"What if someone walks in here?" You worried, but the feeling was too good to stop.

"I don't care, I'll just keep fucking you until we both finish" Tingles ran through your body at his words and you let out a louder moan than you intended. His other hand immediately went up to cover your mouth. "Quiet, love, quiet"

He was fucking you deep and slow keeping your mouth covered with his hand and leaving wet kisses over your skin.

"You like how I'm fucking you, hm?" He whispered in your ear.

"Faster, Lan please" You quietly cried out.

"You need it faster, baby? I'll give you faster" He said lifting up your leg and increasing his pace. His eyes followed your movements as your hand slid down to your clit quickly rubbing it in circles. His eyes rolled in his head at the sight. "Oh fuck..Are you getting close?" He asked hoping that you were because he knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Yes, Lan, uh-yes"

"Me too. I just wanna come for you, baby"

He kept thrusting in you and soon you could feel him twitching inside. You knew he was about to come as his breath started quivering.

"I'm gonna cum inside so we don't make a mess, yeah?" He barely managed to say. You moaned squeezing your thighs together and clenching around his cock. It send both of you over the edge as the familiar feeling of pleasure coursed through your body.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes baby come all over my cock" He pressed you against his chest burying his head into your neck once again until both of your rode out your orgasms.

He pulled your chin with his fingers to face him and you smiled flushing avoiding his eyes.

"What? Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" He chuckled.

"Because..this was so wrong" You sighed shaking your head.

"It was, that's why you came so hard, baby"

59+Oscar. I was thinking they just had (vanilla) sex and as they’re lying in bed she says this and he’s immediately like, aight bet.

(Also this was the anon who sent in the 7 minutes in heaven one, thought I’d un anon myself, lol)

I am dropping everything to write this request immediately, you are an oscar piastri smut genius. I altered the prompt ever so slightly to match the reader's vibe but enjoy <3

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Your relationship with Oscar was relatively new, the two of you still getting to know each other's bodies. Oscar had always been quite a shy person, never really expressing much beyond a smile and a nod in interviews. With you he was different, soft and loving, very affectionate; something that translated into the bedroom. Hands held, missionary, forehead kisses - always very gentle.

Don't get it wrong, Oscar was a gentleman, always making sure you finished first, but there was only so much you could take before wanting to switch it up. Your head is currently lead on Oscar's hard chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply. "You okay baby? You've been quiet since we finished." He questions, stroking his thumb up and down your arm.

"'m just thinking." You mumble, tilting your head to look at him.

"What about?" He asks, slight concern etched onto his features. You sigh, sitting up, "Do you ever want to try something different?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow, lips jutting out in a pout, "Different?" He questions.

"Like, don't take it the wrong way, that sex was good, it was so good. But next time, could you maybe do it harder?" You murmur shyly, avoiding eye contact with the Australian.

"Harder?" He asks, curiosity taking over. He pulls you into him, now straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you harder?" He questions, voice dropping with lust, his lips skating over your pulse point. "Want me to hold you down and fuck you like a whore?" He whispers in your ear, capturing your earlobe between his teeth, making you whine.

Your legs squeeze around his hips, yours beginning to grind lightly as he lays kisses over your neck. His pillowy lips suck against your pulse point, tongue laving over the red mark he left behind. His bite is slightly harder than usual, causing your nails to dig in to the flesh of his shoulders. He moans against you at the sting, turning you around and bending you over.

“Still dripping from the last time we fucked and my girl is just aching for my cock isn’t she?” He teases, watching the way you clench around nothing. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them down to press against your g-spot. Your knees almost give out with the pleasure but he’s quick to remind you that this was what you wanted.

Oscar positions himself behind you before sliding his cock inside you, groaning at your tightness. You moan out at the feeling of being stuffed full, your head drooping. Oscar’s hand loops your hair into a ponytail around his fist, pulling your hair back before he slams himself in and out of you.

“My girl’s taking me so well ay, is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked so hard your pretty little ass turns red?” He asks, his free hand coming down to hit you. You scream out his name, your walls providing a vice-like grip.

“There we go, that’s it, such a good girl for me. If I’d known this was how you liked to be fucked I would’ve had you cock drunk like this much sooner. Would’ve had those beautiful eyes crying for my dick.” He groans, pulling your hair tighter as he fucks you harder, faster.

“Oh god Oscar, please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimper, your legs slowly sliding down the mattress until you’re practically led on your stomach.

“Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel how good I make my perfect girl feel. Come on baby.” Oscar begins guiding you to your orgasm, gentle kisses to your neck contrasting the brutal pace of his hips. He feels your walls tightening further, your back arching into him. The moan of his name you let out is enough to send him over the edge, his cum filling you up.

He slides his cock out of your pussy, spreading your legs to watch the way his cum leaks out. Two fingers find the apex of your thighs, swiping through the combination of your juices before running over your lips. You open your mouth, eagerly taking in his thick fingers and he smiles, eyes beaming.

A gentle kiss to the forehead and a whispered promise of a bath is all it takes for you to fall asleep happy, dreaming of the escapades you and Oscar can now enjoy.

Do you think you could do something like this

https://www.tumblr.com/themultifanshipper/759431110157631488/quiet-innocent-reader-x-lando-like-lando-finds

Maybe with Oscar ( love your writing)

If Oscar had to describe your sex life in one word : Vanilla.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that! God knows how much the two of you enjoyed the sex you had. You weren’t very experienced when you met Oscar, and you were quite a shy person.

Which is why Oscar was so shocked when he found what appeared to be a list of your kinks just sitting there when he got up to make his morning coffee.

Fun fact, this request was sent over a month ago, and i only have a couple more to do before i can get to my own stuff lmao

Warnings: innocent reader, Smut, PinV sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mention of lots of kinks n stuff

Part 2

He hadn’t meant to get a glimpse into the inner workings of your sexual psyche, but really, who leaves something like that on the kitchen counter???

As he read it over and over again, his cock twitched in interest and got progressively harder until he put it down, the words seared onto his brain forever.

He tried to have a cold shower but just ended up jerking off furiously to completion imagining doing all the things from your list.

But as soon as he got out of the shower and dried off, he realized he was still achingly hard. He decided to put on a pair of his loosest joggers and go about his day while he waited for you to come back from work.

It wasn’t easy, but he managed to answer a whole two emails, internally debating the moral implications of communicating with his bosses while sporting an erection.

Then he jerked off again.

It did take the edge off for a bit, but every time he thought about it during the day he couldn’t help but fist his cock at the thought of all your filthy fantasies.

When you got home, you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, and you did your usual routine: shower, skincare, dinner with a glass of wine, followed by watching something with Oscar, the two of you huddled up together on the couch.

That’s when you started noticing Oscar’s behaviour.

It was very subtle, but you could tell he wasn’t at all focused on the movie, periodically fidgeting around uncharacteristically. Oscar was usually very settled, and tonight it was like he couldn’t keep still for more than 30 seconds. You also noticed his breathing was irregular, often getting shallower as he fidgeted.

Oscar couldn’t care less about what was happening on the screen, his brain was focused on the same thing it had been all day, that damn list.

And he’d been hard all day, which certainly didn’t help his internal crisis.

“Oscar” you sighed, pausing the movie “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on with you tonight”

“Nothing’s wrong, why would there be something wrong?” his mouth said, but his flushed cheeks were proof that he was hiding something.

If looks could kill, the one you gave him would have certainly done the trick.

“I… full honesty?” he asked quietly.

You nodded “Full honesty”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay, but you can’t get mad at me”

You narrowed your eyes at him “That’s not a promise I can make, but I’ll do my best”

He bit his lip before taking your hands in his.

“I uh… I found your list”

You just stared at him. “What list?”

“This one…” he took the piece of paper out of his pocket where it had been burning a metaphorical hole in his hip ever since he’d found it.

He handed it to you, but you didn’t need to unfold it to know what it was. I was a bright pink piece of paper that had been ripped out of your diary the night before.

You completely froze, panic overtaking you.

“Oh my god. Oscar…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you tried to explain “you weren’t meant to find that I’m so sorry! I was going to throw it away this morning and I guess I put it down and completely forgot about it. Fuck- please don’t think I’m weird or whatever and just forget about it, okay? Please?”

You put your head in your hands and whined in distress. This couldn’t be happening. Your loving boyfriend had just learned about your depraved fantasies, and he was never going to see you the same way again.

“I can’t forget about it baby, I spent the entire day jerking off about it”

You head snapped up to finally look into his eyes, your jaw hanging in disbelief. You could tell he was dead serious and your gaze slowly trailed downwards towards his pants, where you could tell he was hard, then back up to his face to find him biting his lip so hard it was turning white.

“you-  what?”

“Sweetheart, I got so hard when I read it, I almost got in my car to come and get you from work. I want to do every thing on that list with you” he leaned closer to you and whispered “Every. Single. Thing.”

His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him, lips coming to brush against your neck. “especially number 3…”

You glanced at the list, seeing what he was referring to and gasped.

“Oscar!”

He chuckled into the crook of your neck.

“Who knew you were so dirty, hmm? Where have you been hiding all this time?”

“I- I didn’t know how to ask” you stuttered as he nipped at the skin of your shoulder.

“That right? Well ask me now, then” he said and you frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“Ask me. Go down the list, and ask me to do those things to you…”

His lips trailed down your body and his hands pushed you to lay down on the sofa as you spluttered in confusion. “I don’t- what?”

“What’s the first thing on the list?” he asked, he knew of course, but he needed to hear you say it.

You blushed, checking the list.

“Choking…”

“Then ask me to choke you”

You shuddered as his mouth continued downwards and his hands spread your legs, one of them pushing your flimsy pyjama shorts to the side to expose you to him.

“Oscar what-“

“I want to see how wet you get just from saying it, go on then.” He ordered and you keened as a finger dipped through your barely moist folds.

“I want you… to uhm” your blush deepened and Oscar smiled at you condescendingly.

“Go on baby, you can do it”

You gulped.

“I want you to choke me” you squeezed your eyes shut at the admission, but Oscar was having none of it.

“Now fucking look at me and ask me again”

You gasped and your eyes flew open to look at him.

“I want you to choke me!”

“Good girl” he stroked your thigh “Next thing?”

You glanced at the list still clutched tightly in you hands.

“Spanking.”

Oscar cocked his head to the side. “What about spanking?”

Your jaw clenched, the fucker knew how to get what he wanted.

“I want you to spank me”

He smiled and nodded for you to continue.

“I want you to fuck me over the balcony for everyone to see” you said, and Oscar’s pupils dilated as he used his fingers to spread you open for him.

“Yeah? Want everyone to see how fucking filthy you actually are?” You whined as his thumb came to dip inside you briefly before rubbing it in slow circles over your clit.

“I want you to degrade and praise me…”

He felt like he was barely holding on to his sanity at this point.

“That’s so hot, fuck.” He palmed himself through his sweats “You want to be my good girl yeah? Want to be my good little slut? Only thing you’re good for anyway…”

You whimpered, his words making your whole body heat up, and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I want you to fuck my mouth”

He had to grip himself through his pants to ground himself, your words having an enormous effect on his composure.

Where had his sweet little innocent girlfriend gone?

“I’ll fuck your mouth baby, make you fucking drool for it, god you’d look so pretty taking me down your throat”

You were definitely wet now, and he took the liberty of sliding a finger inside you and hooking it upwards just to watch you squirm as he rubbed that special spot inside you.

“I want you to tie me up and force me to take it” you said breathlessly.

The noise he let out at that was animalistic as his wide eyes found yours and his jaw went slack as he pulled his pants down just enough to get a hand around himself.

“You have no idea how hot you’d look all tied up and helpless under me baby, it’s making me so hard just thinking about it..”

You moaned as he added a second finger inside you.

“I want, fuck- I want you to use me, and fill me up with your cum whenever you want”

“Shit.” He hissed “Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up so good, you'll see…”

“Please”

You hadn’t realised how close you were getting, but Oscar’s expert fingers were making you delirious as you continued.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk, want to cry from how good you feel inside me, wanna beg for your cock”

Oscar growled and pulled his fingers out.

“Then beg”

He settled over you, putting his weight on you, his dick resting against your folds as he panted into your mouth.

“Beg for my cock, slut”

You were so fucking turned on. Dominant Oscar was something new, but so, so incredibly hot you would have done absolutely anything to have him inside you at that moment.

“Please, please Osc, I need it. I need your cock so bad, please!”

He growled and slid in to the hilt without warning, making you moan into the heated kiss he was currently giving you to distract you. He was thick and the stretch was delicious as his cock dragged along your walls, making you see stars.

He started a deep, hard pace and his hips slapped against yours, obscene sounds filling the room.

“Fuck baby, so fucking wet for me. This what you wanted all along? For me to fucking ruin you on my cock?”

“Yes, Oscar, fuck!”

He chuckled darkly.

“That’s a good girl, so fucking tight, You’re getting close aren’t you? I can sweet your sweet pussy clenching around me, trying to keep me inside...”

He gripped your hips harder and angled his thrusts upwards, nailing your g-spot, and you were a goner. White spots danced in your vision as the pleasure overcame you, cunt spasming around Oscar.

“Perfect, perfect cunt. And it’s all fucking mine” he growled as he finally spilled inside you, filling you to the brim and forcing a pathetic whimper out of you at the new feeling.

Oscar had never come inside you before, and it was insanely hot. The feeling of your slick, hot walls pulsing around him was pure heaven and he couldn’t wait to test everything on that list.

After you’d regained your breath, you chuckled silently to yourself while stroking Oscar's back.

If this is what you got for leaving your list out, maybe you should tell Oscar about your box of toys in the in the back of your closet…

EURO FINAL - LANDO NORRIS

summary: you go to the euro final with your boyfriend

warnings: fluff and smut

Lando and I were arriving at the Olympiastadion in Berlin for the final of Euro 2024. Lando was obviously cheering for England, the country where he was born and raised, while I was cheering for Spain, my second home.

“Our seats are 12 and 13” I nod and start looking for our seats. I walk down a few rows and finally find the two unoccupied seats.

“Lan, over here. Got it” Lando walks over to me and we sit down in our seats. We watch the players train until they finally go inside to prepare for the game.

“If England win, you sleep on the sofa.” Lando looks at me with confusion and arched eyebrows.

“Why? I'm not the one playing for England to win” I shake my shoulders and look to the front where some people are starting to dance

“But you're going to sleep on the sofa anyway” He lets out a low laugh and looks ahead like me, watching the show until the players from both teams start to enter the field. We started clapping and then stood up for the anthems. For the next 45 minutes, we watched the game with a few shouts and sighs until half-time, when it was still 0:0.

“I'm going to the bar to get something to drink, do you want anything?” I hear Lando's voice as I watch the players leave for the changing rooms.

“Hm, yes. A pineapple juice please. Do you want me to go with you?” He shakes his head negatively and leaves a quick peck on my lips.

“No need beautiful, I'll be right back with your drink” Lando goes to the bar while I stay on my cell phone. Two girls come up to me and ask for some photos and I smile and accept. Lando arrives and sits down next to me, sipping his drink.

“Am I really going to have to sleep on the sofa if Spain lose?” A smile grew on my face as I sipped my juice

“I don't know, I'll think about it. Pierre had to sleep on the sofa when France eliminated Portugal.” Lando's eyes widen and he looks at me. He stays silent for a few seconds and then looks at me again.

“Really?” I nod and take another sip of my drink, even though I don't know if it's true or not, I decide to say it.

“ Really.” The second half begins and in the first few minutes, Spain scores a goal, causing me to get up from my chair and Lando to let out a sigh.

“AH, Spain is winning” He looks at me with his face closed and his jaw clenched.

“Yes, I saw it” I sit back in my chair and smile until England score a goal a few minutes later. I roll my eyes as Lando celebrates the goal. He sits back in the chair next to me and puts his hand on my leg as I cross my arms over my chest

“It's the same now” He smiles and I continue with my face closed and my arms against my chest.

“I don't like you” He lets out a laugh and squeezes my leg.

“I love you too” The game continues and Spain score a goal in the last minutes of the game. When the referee blows the final whistle, I jump out of my chair, shouting happily. Lando, even though his team has lost, looks at me with a smile on his face.

“What?” I ask as he continues to smile at me

“I don't care if my country lost, I like to see you happy.” I let out a laugh and kiss Lando on the cheek.

“You're going to sleep on the sofa anyway,” he rolls his eyes and my smile grows. After the celebrations and me making Lando stay in the stadium to watch the players lift the cup, we get in the car to go to the hotel.

When we get to our hotel room, I quickly take off the jacket Lando lent me and put it on the back of the chair.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asks as he approaches me, making me feel his warm breath on my ear and his hands on my hips, which makes me smile. I turn to Lando and wrap my arms around his neck

“Not now. I want to do something first” Lando smiles and gently removes my Spain T-shirt. He throws the fabric on the floor and pushes me lightly onto the bed, then gets on top of me and carefully runs his hands over my body.

“What do you want to do, baby?” Lando smirks and unzips my pants, while I take my hands in his, pulling his boxers and jeans down to his knees.

“I want you,” I whisper before joining my mouth to his, then starting to run my hands down his shirt, trying to pull it up. Lando lets out a laugh and stands up a little, starting to undo the buttons. He finally throws his shirt on the floor and brings our mouths together again

He runs one of his hands down my leg and ends up on my thigh. I move my hips, wanting more friction, but Lando holds my waist, not letting me move. He reaches his fingers down to the fabric of my panties and pulls them down my legs, tossing them in the same place as his shirt and my t-shirt.

“As beautiful as ever babygirl” Lando whispers against my skin and seconds later I let out a loud moan, feeling his mouth between my legs. His tongue dances across my pussy and I try to move my waist, but he wraps his hands around my stomach, holding me down.

“Lan...baby, please,” I beg Lando as I feel his tongue slip in and out of me. He lets out a few grunts against my core and I let more moans escape my mouth. He puts his thumb on my clitoris playing with me as he pulls his mouth away from me a little.

“Come on baby, I want you to cum,” he whispers before putting his mouth on me again, feeling a tremor run through my legs and my orgasm hit me.

“That's it baby” He stands up and completely removes his pants and boxers. Lando lies back on top of me and runs the tip of his cock over my lips and clitoris.

“Lan, please...I need you,” I sigh and close my eyes as he enters me in one thrust.

“Fuck baby... I won't last long” He puts his head between my neck and starts thrusting rapidly into me. I grab his back and dig my nails into his skin. I scream out Lando's name, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Lando starts leaving kisses on my neck and running his hand down my body, squeezing whatever he can. My fingers curl in his curls and I let out one last cry before of reaching my orgasm. Lando let his thrusts get stronger and faster as he let out several grunts

“Baby... I'm going to cum inside you” I bite my lips through the overstimulation and nod. I feel the ropes of Lando's cum inside me, making me let out a few more moans.

After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a towel and wipes me down my thighs and between my legs. A few minutes later, he lies down next to me and takes a deep breath, smiling.

“Spain may have won the Euro, but I won today too.” I let out a laugh and turn over on my stomach, resting my head on his chest.

“You always win when you're with me”

A/N: Let me know if you like it! Thank you <3