Shaking For You ꨄ Oscar Piastri

Oh my good your newest Oscar fic I am dead!! Also can he find out about her hidden toys :))

I'll be honest, I couldn't be bothered with a whole fic so have a blurb :3

Warnings: use of toys (duh), oscar discovering things about himself, mention of pegging

Part 2 of sorts to this

You finally tell Oscar about your secret box of toys.

Oscar is kinda jealous and possessive at first, feeling like he's been missing out and not taking care of you properly.

Him saying something along the lines of ‘throw them away , you're not going to need them anymore’

But one day when he's on the other side of the world somewhere, you send him a video of you going to town on yourself with them.

He's a wreck. He fists his cock in his motorhome's bathroom, obsessively going over the video over and over again, obsessed with the way you fuck yourself on your dildo.

You getting a text in the middle of the night “I changed my mind” and knowing exactly what he's referring to.

Oscar getting way too into it and after some experimenting decides he wants in on the fun, and soon your toys are used freely by both of you.

Him being shy about it for a while, always asking you if he can use your stuff (on you or himself it doesn't matter) and you noticing sometimes that a toy will be missing while he's away.

Then he'll come home and pretend he has no idea where it is but it always reappears in the box within a day of him being back.

Oscar going feral every time he thinks about you during race weekends because he's picturing all the things you could be doing to yourself.

Him sending ‘you up?’ texts and getting back a picture or video of you teasing yourself with a vibrator every single time, without fail.

He has a rapidly growing collection in a secure folder on his phone.

Him buying himself an actual dildo for himself to use when he's away and pent up because you pegged him once and he became a mushy mess after a few well aimed thrusts.

He may or may not become obsessed with your g-spot massager, using it on himself sneakily from time to time because after his first ever prostate orgasm, he became a bit too obsessed.

Sometimes it's fun to tease him by tying him to the bed and using the toys to make yourself come while he watches helplessly.

The most used toy is probably the remote controlled vibrator.

Oscar was immediately obsessed the first time you showed it to him. He uses it on you on those days when he's at home and wants to make you beg for him.

He'll tease you all day, bringing you to the edge at the most inopportune moments, like when you're cooking or doing laundry.

You'll feel the buzz, desperately trying to ignore it until it becomes too much and he'll turn it off, leaving you high and dry as many times as he wants.

The most adventurous thing you've done with it was wear it to dinner during date night. He made you come in a room full of people and no one had any idea what was happening just a few meters away.

His favourite toy is probably the bright orange vibrating plug your best friend got you as a gag gift.

Well joke’s on her, Oscar's favourite thing is having you on all fours with your ass high in the air and your pussy drooling down your thighs as he teases you with light touches and long licks.

Only when you’re begging like a slut for him will he finally fuck you, the vibrations from the plug making him go absolutely feral as he pounds into you, making you scream in pleasure into the pillows.

On of the best things ever is when he ‘catches you' in the act. It turns out he‘s quite into role play, and he'll pretend you've been a bad girl and punish you for pleasuring yourself without him.

Nothing is ever really a punishment with Oscar though, his idea of being mean is using whatever you were using on you, and making you come as many times as he wants.

Those are the times where you're really glad you told him about your collection.

Silverstone All-Nighter

pairing: Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Ollie Bearman, Pierre Gasly, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

summary: After race in Silverstone, Lewis decided to show his generosity by letting you comfort his colleagues.

word count: 5.3k

warning: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, rough sex, humiliation, group sex, P in V sex, anal sex, oral (M&F receiving), dirty talk objectification, BDSM, dom/sub, force orgasm, multi orgasm, If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: writing this really drained me. But I truly enjoyed it. I hope you like it too :) English is not my native language and I am exhausted, so feel free to correct me!

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It’s been a tough night for all the drivers except Lewis Hamilton.

George Russell started on pole and retired due to a water system failure; McLaren could have pitted with both cars but chose to put a driver out there to take the loss, and could have used a new medium but change the used soft, a race that proved that McLaren is not yet ready to fight for the WCC; Red Bull had a perfect strategy, Max had a stable mindset, but the car was poorly today, while Ferrari as usual should have jailed the strategy team; Pierre got a 50 place penalty, starting from China GP, resulting in a DNS.

Lewis Hamilton led you into an exclusive club — you were his personal paid companion, ready for any of his reasonable or unreasonable demands, anytime and anywhere.

“I love how you do anything for money. ”Straightforward and simple, this is why the world champion loved you. “But tonight, you can’t just be my whore.” As the home race winner who had won it all, he was willing to offer his colleagues some comfort.

You had no room to refuse; you would not meet anyone as generous as him, and for now, you didn’t need any drugs or equipment to get him aroused.

“I also like that you only pay in cash, Mr. Hamilton.” You skillfully unfastened your lingerie, removed your panties and shoes, and folded them neatly aside, leaving only a plus 44 T-shirt on your body.

“Mr. Hamilton?” He questioned the way you address him. You had many endearments for him, daddy, Lew, sir, but Mr. Hamilton he hadn’t heard from you yet.

“I thought it suited the situation.”

You liked to leave all morality behind, the pure deal of money and desire collision. You sat on his lap, one hand hooked around his neck, one hand stroking his cock that was starting to get aroused-just the size your throat is used to, “Give me a kiss.” You stuck out your tongue, “Before I suck your coworkers’ cocks.”

Lewis cupped your face — he kissed you roughly, a menacing soft grunt escaping his throat from time to time, his cock rising between your nimble and erotic fingers, you tortured the open and closed head briskly, trying to probe with the tip of your index finger every now and then, he liked that best of all, and he came extra fiercely every time.

Too bad he was just an appetizer for you tonight.

The booth slowly filled up.

“Lewis!” Lewis didn’t respond to his biggest rival today. He let go of your tongue, panting heavily, his pleasure audible, his cum splattering, and you heard a few f-words from other young boys.

Lewis patted your lower back, and you got up, displaying yourself to your new targets — you had no doubt some are still virgins, like that boy Ollie Bearman who could’t even look at you directly, while others are already winked at you, like Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly.

“You’ll need this, I brought her, enjoy, just one rule, don’t break her.” Lewis grabbed a handful of condoms out of his pocket, “Guys, I don‘t mean to offend, but if anyone has something contagious, better speak up now.”

Nobody cared about Lewis’s words; they were all captivated by you, almost every one of them blurted out a few “fucks”upon seeing you. These boys shared a unique bond; your role here is evident.

“boys, I’m Y/N, you can ask me for anything tonight.” You waved, Lewis's cum still on your hand. For Silverstone, he abstained for a while, and so did these drivers.

“Don’t be shy, tonight’s safe word is 'sunflower' — everyone gets a chance to breed in me.”

“But you can ignore that — she‘s never used a safe word.” Lewis hugged you from behind, squeezing your chest under the T-shirt, “What are you waiting for?”

“This is too much, I don’t wanna be part of it.” Ollie refused, he was so shy that his whole face flushed red, Lewis laughed, “Y/N, go give little Ollie a kiss and show him how good you are.”

”No... please…” Ollie pleaded with the older drivers, “Charles! Charles! Lando!”

Lando shook his head with a look of amusement, while Charles took on the role of a senior, his words sounding very convincing, “This will relieve your stress, it‘s very effective, don’t be afraid, Ollie, be a man.”

“Just take it as your signing gift, baby bear.” You lightly bit his lips, massaged his hair, patiently explored his mouth, curling his tongue and sucking. When Ollie’s tongue finally flicked out, you pulled away from his lips.

You squatted down and took his cock in your mouth, using the lips that just kissed him — this could be considered a kiss of sorts. The boy was bigger than you imagined, and his size was a challenge for you. Adapting took time, your throat spasmed uncomfortably, gradually being stretched open by his growing dick. You used your tongue, moving back and forth.

Ollie’s moans were more pleasant than Lewis’s. The boy didn’t yet know how to control his desires, his moans soft and tender. You heard Lewis’s voice — “I need to get a drink before joining you guys, seeing you all so downcast is making me limp.”

“Watch this first.” Another voice, with a distinct French accent, said, “Bet 200 pounds that our little boy will finish in five minutes.”

“Oh... Pierre, don’t say things like that...” Ollie could barely speak a complete sentence because your tongue was swirling around his most sensitive spot, he couldn’t control his thrusts.

You slowly swallowed his precum, the tight pressure nearly made the boy come in your mouth. You caressed his strong thighs to help him relax, but he only trembled more.

“Two more hundred pounds, Y/N, three minutes.” Lewis whistled at you.

“Don't do this... Y/N... Ah…” Ollie begged for your mercy, he lowered his head, looking down at you pleadingly. You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with desire.

All this, just to make this boy a laughingstock among the 20 drivers in 2025. To be honest, you really wanted to do this, but considering that he kept his dick very clean, you were inclined to be kind, and slowed down the stimulation, gave him five minutes of heaven.

“Whore,” Lewis laughed, seeing through your intentions. If he couldn’t, it would be a waste of fucking you so many times. You didn’t answer but flipped him off.

Ollie was well endowed, though not as well as Lewis. Even though he was gentle, your throat still hurt. After five minutes, his virgin cum came in your mouth — if there is such a thing.

The boy was left whimpering, and you opened your mouth to show him the fluids.

“Can I swallow it, baby bear?” you asked, cum dripping from the corner of your mouth. “No... spit it out. You don’t want to do that,”Ollie said, holding your face. You smiled and made a swallowing motion.

“Oops.”you shrugged. “You’re wrong, I just wanted to do that.”

By the time you got up, Lewis was already gone. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Boys, I need a bigger couch.”

“In the next room,”Max replied, his erection pressing against his pants.

“My legs are numb,” you said, holding out your hand to Ollie. He looked at you deeply, as if he knew your intentions were unchangeable, and carried you into the next room.

“You seem to like our little boy?” This question came from George.

You answered him bluntly, “I like money, sex, vacations, and penthouse in London. Lewis pays my bills, so right now I also like your anger... Don’t make that face, babyboy.”You comforted a slightly disappointed Ollie. “Even if you didn’t give me anything, l’d still enjoy sucking your cock because you’re so cute. When you grow up and I get tired of Lewis, you can take me.”

“Don’t favor little Ollie too much. you need to tell us who tastes best in the grid,”Pierre said, gripping your chin. “Or we’ll be unhappy, Mademoiselle.”

“Of course, Frenchman.” You flashed a sly smile. “I’m just good at being a slut.”

The couch in the next room wasn’t particularly large — Max was on top of you. He had been irritated by your Plus 44 shirt for a while. He ripped your shirt open, buried his head in your tits, and bit them. You hold onto his shoulders and spread your legs to welcome him — he had a lot of anger to release into your body.

“Max, Wait a minute.”

“You better have a good reason, Lando.” It’s deadly for any man to be interrupted before entering, and the Dutch driver is no exception. You looked at the man curiously, did he want to be the first?

“You’re like a bull charging at everyone, my friend.” Lando tugged your ankle, and the petals protecting your tender hole are soon spread. All eyes are on the middle of your legs.

“She’s not wet yet.” His fingertip lightly slid over your entrance and teased your clit, finding almost no wetness. “The fun will be much less.”

“Don’t listen to him. You pump in, and I’ll be your syrup fountain,” you retorted nonchalantly. “The night is short; time waits for no man.”

“We should try to make Y/N more comfortable.”Ollie’s face was on fire; he hasn’t learned how to please a woman yet. “Lando, do something.”

Max unwillingly got off the bed, and placed his fully erect dick in your hand, which you started to stroke as he wishes. The impression you had left earlier with Lewis was still lingering. As Lando climbed on, you put your legs over his shoulders, ready for him to awaken your desire.

"How pitiful.” His breath brushed against your plump pussy, his fake sympathy became surreal. “Not even a bit wet.” The pressed petals are spread again, revealing the delicate clit.

“Y/N, how many times do you think I’ll make you cum?”Lando’s thumb skillfully rubbed the edge of your clit, made you start to gasp under his teasing.

The Birmingham boy distracted you, so when your hands were busy with Max and George, you couldn’t focus on Pierre. You refused to give him a blowjob. “Baby, help the boy out, and I’ll give you a special treat.” The finger on your clit turned into a tongue, and the sudden stimulation made you shiver. Lando’s beard tickled your inner thigh, Pierre touched your lips, and brought Ollie for you. The boy didn’t know how to please you and can only watch stiffly from the side.

“Do it like this.” It was the first time Pierre has acted acting like such a helpful older driver, and he found it novel. He cupped your tits and grabbed a nipple, hard and erect like a berry. Ollie imitated him, licked gently with his tongue, while Pierre alternated between sucking and occasionally biting you.

You heard a few shocked French curses — these boys were easily surprised. Skillfully, you pumped Max until he came on your shoulder, then pulled Ollie’s hair with your cum-covered hand, forcing him to be rougher with you. The tease from your clit intensified, sending electric pleasure through your body and making you moan loudly.

Your stomach twitched as you became completely wet, and you sticked out your tongue slightly. As you screamed with orgasm, George came in your palm.

“Bloody hell”, he grasped your wrist, “How can you scream like that?”

“Lewis taught me well,” you panted, “Your turn, baby.”You patted Pierre’s shoulder. “I want to taste you.”

“I didn’t teach her that,” Lewis returned, but from your position, you couldn’t see where he is.

“Do I get no reward?” Lando smeared your juices on your stomach. You looked into his puppy-dog eyes and smiled, giving no answer but took Pierre’s dick into your mouth. Lando understood your hint and didn’t rush to be the first.

The first one willing to fuck you was Carlos, while the impatient ones used your hand, you did your best to make Daniel and Charles feel welcome.

Your tits belonged entirely to Ollie; he gradually mastered some skills, probing for the pressure you liked. You opened your mouth wider to fit Pierre’s thrusts; his rhythm almost threatened to deep into your oesophagus. You also surprised him with a sharp pain with your teeth. Pierre came in the depths of your throat; you unexpectedly swallowed some of it but spat out more.

Insane was the only word that could describe what happened next. Your pussy was clamping his hard dick repeatedly, Carlos’s every thrust made you shiver as the tip was mashed into your cervix and his balls swung forward to strike your clit. Your combined juices ran down his shaft and dripped onto the couch below.

Perhaps tortured by Ferrari, Carlos ran out his strength after the first time he finished, almost rolled off you. You blew him a kiss, then got your legs completely open by the second guy who fuck you — Charles, you liked the rings on his hands and he was wearing a condom, you liked him even more.

“Charles, I want you from behind.” You winked at him, and he fulfilled your position request. Flipped you over into a kneeling position, gripped your waist firmly — easy for him, and you probably had your hands free to squeeze up your kneaded and inflamed tits so Ollie could thrust in, but you didn’t have time to explain.

Daniel wanted you to suck his dick, and he’d seen how Pierre enjoys it, as if part of his soul had been sucked into your throat.

Norris helped Bearman find his place — when this seemingly innocuous phrase took on a deeper meaning, it was enough to show how depraved the scene was.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lewis jerking off towards you — he had plenty of time to fuck you from morning to night, so he wasn’t in a hurry to fight.

And behind you Charles had already spreading your pussy open viciously, so the rear-entry position naturally penetrated deeper and hit your sensitive spots correctly. The bittersweet feeling rippled along your nerves, you felt your cervix open wide from being fucked, and the juice rushed out anxiously with the lubricant on the condom, stirring up white foam. You’ve forgotten how to move your tongue.

"Charles, you’re too hard — her tongue is frozen!” Daniel pulled out of your mouth dissatisfiedly, the curly hair man’s thick dick wrapped in your spit, the moment it left you your voice drifted out, “Yes.... god, i’m dying…”

As Ollie surrendered in your tits, you let Daniel take the young boy’s place, because you couldn’t control your mouth.

“Fuck, I want to record the sound of her moaning as my alarm clock. ” Pierre searched everywhere for his phone, “Lewis, where did you get this girl?”

“No comment.” Lewis walked up to you, one hand stroking his cock, and one hand into your mouth, pinching out his tongue with his index and middle fingers and playing with it, “Little slut is going to get off isn’t she?”

“Yes, Lew, daddy… yes…” You responded joyfully, let him move in and out of your mouth, then raised your head to wait for Charles to bring you to a second orgasm. You were so sore from his thrusts, and the fluids seeped all the way up to the crack of your butt.

“Who am I?” Daniel grabbed you by the hair, his dick vigorously moving in and out between your tits. You glared at him with annoyance due to the pain in your scalp. Lewis released your tongue, allowing you to respond.

“You’re not a world champion anyway.”

Daniel’s frustrated sigh came from above your head, followed by the mocking laughter of other drivers. His cum dripped onto your lower stomach. You stood up and faced Charles, “Wanna be dirtier?” You pinned the much stronger man to the couch.

“Are you going to just watch or join us?” You turned your head and asked Lando, who holds up a handful of colorful condoms — some of which you were pretty sure Lewis did not bring, “What flavor do you like, kitten? ”

“Cherry.” You sat down quickly, and Charles filled you fully again. The couch shook a bit, Lando — you heard the sound of him rip open the condom wrapper.

He spread apart your buttocks, “Has Lewis touched here?” You shook to rub against his hand, “Lewis has touched everywhere you can see, outside and inside — unless you go in deeper.”

A thick penis squeezed through the narrow asshole, which was not prepared for sex. However, Lewis took good care of you, you have never bled from anal sex. Of course, you’ve never taken two men at the same time — Lando pressed your hands behind your back, began to fuck you from behind, and Charles pushed up in silent agreement. They were both fucking her deep and hard, slapping their pelvises into you. Back and forth and up and down, two strange pleasures intertwined and made you fascinated. Your cries became sweeter and more intense, and the lascivious sounds of water and impact were endless in your ears.

“Who makes you feel better, Y/N?” Lewis lifted your chin, “Front or back?”

“I am curious too — who gets deeper? me or Lewis?” Lando and Charles both started thrusting hard into you at the same time, instead of alternating like the men were doing before. You gasped pitifully and sweetly, and the inner wall tightened in waves. You couldn’t support yourself and fell on Charles’s chest. His broad hand touched your hair, but the next second Lando grabbed your hair and forced you to lift your head. “You must answer when I ask you a question.”

You couldn’t respond; you twisted like a fish out of water, your face flushed with a lack of oxygen. The air got hotter due to the competitive tension between the boys, and you were the center of the molten lava.

After another orgasm, Charles left you, Ferrari and McLaren had never been so in sync — Lando also climaxed, his whole body straining, the rough groans in his throat incredibly sexy but the thing deeply thrust into your back hole was even more so. “i never want to leave, Lewis, name your price.”

“Not for sale.”Lewis shook his head, “Come on, Lando, there are people waiting.”

“You’re clamping tight, girl.” Lando tied the used condom in a knot, “I regret fucking you with a condom.”He switched the track, and plunged into your reclaimed pussy while the rested drivers took his place, all the while you had George’s cock in your mouth, and because of your “daddy finger me please”, he chose to give you something thicker than a finger.

Lando tended to your clit, he dipped into your juices and repeatedly pinched and toyed with that little thing, you came in his hands more times than you can count. You didn’t know how many orgasms you’ve had, not to mention the fact that he was tirelessly fucking you at the same time. Three orgasms erupted together in your clit, your g-spot and your ass. Meanwhile, he pressed his fingertips against the topening of the urethra between the lips of your flower while his dick moved in and out of you without a moment’s pause.

“Hey, my little slut is crying.”

“More than that, Lewis, she pissed all over me.”Lando, however, had no intention of blaming you, after all, he was responsible for the current situation, you squirted wetly all over his thighs, waist and the small half of the couch, mixing with the cum that oozed out of him when he pulled out, dripping and lewd to the point of obscenity, and it looked like he was enjoying the scene, as you sinked into the bone-deep pleasure.

George cummed, and made you squirt once with his finger before plunging into your pussy for a sprint that belonged to the pole driver.

There were more and more condoms used on the floor and there were drivers who didn’t like to use them, like Daniel who waited for a few rounds, he and Max pinned you in the middle one after the other, fierce in heat, your pussy was unconscious from the way he was fucking it and Max was even more ferocious than he was, you had a feeling that the lower part of your body was going to becrushed alive by them.

“Didn’t we fuck you hard enough, Y/N? How come you didn’t squirt?” Daniel asked you, “Or did you have to have one in your mouth to cum, huh?”

You were so sweaty that your throat hurt from moaning, but even then they didn’t let you off the hook, insisting that you had squirt for them, but you were so drained you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for water.

“Use this.” Lando handed over the fascia gun — drivers always had unexpected goodies - “put it on her clit.”

“No... don’t do that, daddy please! please…” your begging for mercy didn’t help, the more scared you were, the more they wanted to see the effects of the thing.

“I used to tie Y/N to a chair and play with her with a vibrator, it was so good, she couldn’t even remember her name when it was on the highest gear.”

“Good girl, squirt once for me and Max.” Daniel pressed your resisting hands back behind your back, Max pressed the head of the fascia gun against your clit and pressed the switch. You wriggled wildly, the thing was as intense as any vibrator sensation you’d ever experienced, your body contracted and unfolded, “Hold her down Daniel...not bad oooh!” They still had no intention of moving away and you struggle in desperation, uncontrollable tears and drool dripping onto Max’s chest.

“Dirty girl.” Max grinned and rotated the force in his hand, you shuddered until the most stable couch rattled, “How about the highest setting?”

White light rose before your eyes as thin water gushing out in waves along the rim of the head of the fascia gun, he removed that from his hand and an stream of water shoot Max in the cheek. he got what he wants, cum from the intense constriction squeezed inside the canal, he hold his breath and erupts for almost a dozen seconds while Daniel is pinned down by you, barely able to move.

“Relax.” He leaved a palm print on your hip, the shock waved traveling to your mound, and with a dying scream you squirted again without warning, rolling your eyes up like a cramp as your consciousness begins to blur and your soul seems to flow out with it.

“Eh, she passed out.”

“First time getting high like that, I guess.”

When you regained consciousness, you saw a boy you hadn’t seen before. Oscar he seemed to have kept to himself.

The anger of the other drivers was well and truly vented, for the little boy there was nothing but comfort, after all the team’s strategy tendencies were unchangeable.

“You’ll only regret not pit for a week, but you’ll regret not getting on me for the rest of your life.”You reached out to him, maybe an embrace can help him come out for a moment, “Baby boy, you are breaking my heart with your sad face.”

Oscar Piastri fucked you on a chair brought in by who knows, he held your nipples like a little wolf. after the orgasm from hell just now, your clit was numb and tingling, the lips of your flower were swollen and engorged, your pussy was soft, the pain was nearly equal to the pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around Oscar’s waist, trying to let him slow down, but the boy obviously got the wrong idea, and pushed harder. He finished his anger into your body — After Oscar it was Ollie, although he was the youngest, what he had underneath is not the smallest. If he had he been a few years older, he probably would have been able to fuck the living daylights out of you.

Thanks to the work of the senior drivers, he smoothly inserted himself in and even wore a condom — you tenderly caressed the boy’s face, feeling his gentle move. At this moment, Lewis, who hadn’t touched you for almost the entire night, walked over and said, “Open your mouth, Y/N, press down your tongue.”

You wrapped around him skillfully — one Lewis likes to have you suck him in his car, when he is done for the day and needed fifteen to twenty minutes of relaxation, your throat already got used to him.

He was not gentle and you used your teeth, you’ve swallowed too much cum today so you spit Lewis’ out. Ollie was not finished yet but you were almost dehydrated — you were sweating and squirting a lot.

Something was brought to your mouth, and you instinctively sucked it in, swirling it with your tongue before being surprised with an “Hmm”— it was a plastic straw.

“Hydration time,” Lando said with a laugh in your ear, holding a can of beer as you gulped it down like someone parched for a long time. “Eh... Y/N, slow down, no one’s going to take it from you. Slow down.”

Now hydrated, your throat was no longer so dry.

“My sweet boy... kiss me if you want to...”

Ollie kissed your lips, and you were connecting up and down in a marvelous way — he learned how to fuck, but wasn’t good at kissing yet, and that wasn’t good.

“If she gets pregnant, we won’t even know whose it is.”

“English seed and French seed are quite easy to distinguish.”

These words stimulated the little boy, and you could feel his pulsation inside you. He encircled your ribs and neck, and the incredibly soft inner wall clenched to him. Every hidden seam was expanded and dilated, and lube dripped down your thighs. they’d all came round on you, and it could be considered a Silverstone miracle of the night that you’d lasted as long as you did and still be conscious.

“Y/N... Y/N...” Ollie moaned your name, and you rubbed the back of his head, nudging his shoulders to push him off of you — why is it so easy for little boys to get emotional during sex?

“Boys, who wants a second round?”

You lazily waved your hand, not knowing who left the kiss marks on the inside of your arm. The purple-red marks were extremely eye-catching under the dim yellow light. Your two holes haven’t closed tonight, like the creamy filling in a sandwich cookie, soft and squishy.

They were no longer satisfied with simple sex, but cover your eyes with clothes, made you guess who was fucking you. Said the name allowed you to switch to the next person. For you, that was a game with no rewards, only “punishment”, however, as time passed, rewards and punishments became blurred.

“Babe... Babe... who the hell are you?” You didn’t know how many people it was been, your pussy was hot and tingling, the flesh was ripe and soft, and the man on top of you reminded you of who he was with a kiss, which could be considered to be helping you to cheat, and his whiskers tickled your neck as you purposely yell out the wrong name.

“Lewis, Lew, fuck me,” you wrapped your arms around Lando’s waist, acting especially enthusiastic, the laughters around you burrowing into your eardrums, and you guessed that Lewis wasn’t happy about it. You could just imagine the sexy look on his face when he was annoyed.

“I’m dying, baby, let me go...”

“Want me to fuck you a little longer then?” Your exaggerated yelling failed to dazzled him, you heard a pleasant chuckle as Lando ripped your hand away and placed it on his face, you felt his sweat, and gushing breath, the veins in his neck feel as if they’re about to burst, his chest was covered in your spit and sweat — even you were about to melt into a puddle of syrup and just attached yourself to him until the end of the world.

“Lewis… Oh… Lewis…” you lifted your aching waist to meet it, a sweet and sour tingle came from your mating place, while you didn’t want to let him go, your legs clamped around his lean, tight waist, rose and fell with his thrusts.

“How many times have you cummed, Y/N?” So many times — that was a really difficult question — “Oh fuck…” You were pulled back to reality by Lando’s sudden speeded up, your eyes turning from dark to colorful.

“Your clothes are wet from crying, Y/N, do you want to end this game?” He touched your face and pulled out of you, slipping out with some of his cum, your pussy couldn’t close for a moment so they oozed out.

“No.” You decided to do your best to make the game more enjoyable — sometimes you said the wrong name on purpose, sometimes you screamed the boy’s name just before they cummed, their hurting huffing sound more like a reward to you.

Then your game leveled up: while one of the boys fucking you, one signed his name on you, and you had to guess who it is. It was insane — these boys write like they were chased by mad dogs, made it impossible to guess.

The writing on the back and chest were recognizable, something written on your thighs — you were sure it was not a fucking name, more sounds of pen caps being pulled out — they all had markers with them, damn good habit. They snatched at your bare skins, you started to worry about the body lotion you were gonna need tomorrow.

By the time everything ended, it was already 5:00 AM the next day. If you didn’t leave soon, the sun and paparazzi from the Sun would both arrive. You were utterly exhausted, covered in kisses masks, ignatures, phone numbers, and even some home addresses, which you found somewhat amusing.

“Can you still walk?” Lewis asked, looking at you with some concern, though his face appeared nonchalant. You shook your head, not wanting to look at him or speak. He scooped you up in his arms, and you fell asleep deeply in his embrace.

He placed you in the hotel’s Jacuzzi, just as he always did after you finished. He wanted to wash off those phone numbers, and you could tell — jealous type.

When you woke up, it was already 7PM. Lewis was gone, as he always was when you finished. Next to your bed were a new dress and new underwear, in your exact size. The bed was covered in fresh cash, exuding an alluring scent of money. Some bills even scattered on the carpet — new iPhone, a Tiffany box and a Birkin bag you had your eye on were beckoning you.

“I love you, Lew.”

You nibbled on the cold pancakes and coffee from the tray beside your bed, sitting amid the pile of money, reminiscing about the previous night.

Something came to your mind, and you lifted your hair, taking a photo of the back of your neck. There was a string of phone numbers and a signature there, written in fine marker near your hairline. Lewis hadn’t noticed it; it had luckily remained.

“Smart guy,” you praised, saving the number in your new phone.

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.

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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Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

3136 words | ⚠️ Smut

Title from Funeral Grey by Waterparks

Lando's stream the other day...did things to me..

Up on ao3 too

Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

Lando waves goodbye to his chat and hits the end stream button. As he takes a moment to stretch out his limbs and place his clunky headphones onto the desk, he drags a hand lightly over his stomach, trailing down to his inner thigh. He's been fully hard in his sweats for the majority of the stream - it's been over 2 weeks since he'd last seen Oscar and it's getting to him a little. Every jokey comment or fake moan his friends had shot back at him over the past 3 hours had quite the effect on him - not because he's attracted to them, no, but because they were enjoying his show. He liked it; moaning and whining to no one in particular, knowing it'd likely get a lot of people hot and bothered (not that he'd admit that out loud).

All throughout the stream, his mind was fixed on thoughts of his boyfriend whispering into his ear, hands on his waist. The 1000th moan of the evening slips past Lando's red lips, much quieter and less exaggerated than the others, as he moves to press the heel of his hand lightly onto his leaking dick - grinding up against it. The pull of his soft sweatpants over the bare skin of his cock feels delicious but nowhere near enough, Lando kind of wishing he had worn boxers underneath. Chat had thought he was joking when he'd told them he was going commando. He's still tucked fairly close to his desk, should the camera still be rolling, nothing would seem too far out of the ordinary - ordinary for that stream at least. He could almost pretend he was still streaming; that any stragglers that stayed behind after he should've finished were now getting the real show to his preview throughout the night.

Eyelashes fluttered shut, Lando almost misses the call popping up on his phone - annoyed he'd set it to vibrate and inadvertently foiled his own plans of getting off in peace. He's much less annoyed, however, when he takes a peak at the caller ID and sees '😍😍' flash across his screen. Heart eyes. Just the voice he'd love to hear. He grabs for his phone, desperation and weeks of missing Oscar settling in all at once. He should probably double check he definitely ended the stream but he's too caught up in his excitement to think twice about it. Lando answers the call with a rushed "Hi! Hey, what time's it for you? How come you're calling so late? I just fini-", he's cut off from his flurry of questions as a gravelly, Aussie accent cuts throughs; "You really are a whore, aren't you?" Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All Lando can do is whine in response; all high pitched and wanting, eyes shutting and jaw dropping under the weight of Oscar's question. "You're missing me that much? Two weeks away from me and you're already moaning for anyone that asks... every time you opened your pretty mouth to moan like a whore, all I could think about was ramming my cock down your throat to shut you up." He says it so casually; as if he's just chatting about his day as Lando'd expected from this call. The sound the bold words rip from Lando's chest is the type of shit he'd be proud for people to hear - the soft pressure he's keeping on his dick suddenly nowhere near enough for him. He wants that. So, so bad; wants Oscar filling his throat and taking what he needs. "Turn your camera on for me. I wanna see what I paid for." Oh. Oh! So he's really leaning into the onlyfans thing. Shit- yes, please. Maybe.. maybe he should make an account..

Something about Lando is that he really likes making other people feel good - sexual or not - so it tracks, for Oscar, that he'd practically fake an orgasm in front of 20 thousand people without even being asked. Once Lando's set up his phone camera, right next to the webcam he was using not even 10 minutes ago, he sits back in his chair with his hands on his knees; thighs pressed together. Oscar's greeted by an already debauched looking Lando Norris; curls messy and face tinted pink. He's fixing his camera with a desperate, begging and innocent look; digging right into Oscar's soul and jerking him off. 'Fuck, he's pretty', the Australian's hips buck with the thought. "Osc..Do um- do I get to see you, too?", the question accompanied by fluttering eyelashes and a tactical lip bite; he's not winning this, no matter what he tries on the Aussie. "See me? I thought you were a cam boy, Lan? Why don't you put on a little show for me, darlin'? See if you can earn it. Get out of those sweats." Disappointment at being denied what he knows is a gorgeous view of the Aussie hard in his pants quickly washes away as Oscar's words register. He's never moved so fast in his life, he's sure, as he pushes the grey sweatpants down tanned thighs - cock resting against his stomach and leaving drops of precum over the obnoxious orange of his shirt.

He's further from the desk now, following his battle to free himself from the sweatpants that were since flung elsewhere in his room, and looking slightly unsure towards his phone; towards Oscar on the other end of the call. "What are you waiting for? I asked for a show." Lando nods and spins absently from side to side on his chair, a thoughtful look filling his eyes as he tries to figure what he's supposed to do - Oscar usually tells him, during sex, exactly what he wants from him...hm.. He can work with that. Gemstone eyes flit back to the camera, strong eye contact making Oscar gasp quietly on the other end of the line. The Brit brings his hand up, fingers scanning across his bottom lip, playing and gently tugging on the pink flesh teasingly - large fingers threatening to break the threshold - as his eyes drag up and down to give the impression he's checking Oscar out. After a moment, Lando drops his hand back to the top of his thigh, drawing circles into the flesh with his thumb, as his teeth push into the pillowy pink of his lip. "I see we've got a few regulars here tonight..", a dangerous smirk and sultry tone hugging his lips, "Piastri.. long time no see, baby. Any requests from my favourite, long time patron?", fluttering eyelashes bat along his cheekbones as the younger man stares at the elder through his screen, hard cock heavy and twitching against his stomach.

Oscar always knows what Lando wants, what he needs - even going as far as to concoct this pretence of an Onlyfans roleplay to give him an excuse to pretend he's being watched. "Oh, baby, you know I love it when you tease; when you take your time with it and touch yourself nice and slow for me. But you know what I love even more?", he pauses for a moment, waiting for the questioning zealous nods he knew Lando would provide, "I loved all those pretty sounds you were letting out for us earlier.. and, oh, you get so loud with those long fingers stretching you open." There's a familiar, commanding edge to his voice that somehow settles the Brit's nerves while working him up even more. "Do you understand me, Lando? Are you gonna be a good slut and show us all how well you take it?" By now, Lando's head is thrown back against his seat - eyes closed, neck stretched as his back arches from the chair. "Fuuck- Oscar." It's breathy but tinted with a slight growl - reminding Oscar, once again, of how noisy his boy had been earlier in the evening. "God, that neck, baby. I just wanna lick it, suck on it and mark you up nicely - so that everyone knows you're mine. They can all look, can hear you begging, but we all know you're begging for me, Slut." It's not always the most nuanced, their dirty talk, but it always manages to hit Lando right in the gut and tighten around his balls and rip a groan from his throat as he imagines Oscar’s lips trailing along his neck and collarbone.

A deep breath to steady himself, then Lando's hand drifts over slightly and rests heavy atop the flushed heat of his cock - not really touching, nothing that’d feel exceptionally good, just resting - like a threat to Oscar’s sanity. His wet tongue slides out to soak his lips before retreating back to his mouth. Oscar watches on, hand dragging lower as Lando reaches under the hem of his shirt - the offensive colour covering his beautiful face as he peels it from his skin, a light sheen of sweat staring back at the Aussie as he gazes at the flex of Lando’s arms. After tossing the shirt to the far corner of the room, Lando brings his large palm to his throat, lightly wrapping his fingers around the thick muscle before slowly moving down until his slightly calloused fingertips can graze against the puckered bud of his nipple. A whining moan leaves Lando’s lips as the rough skin drags across the sensitive, hard nub of flesh. Oscar’s hand grips tighter around his cock, groans leaving his throat as he watches Lando roll the bud between thick fingers, writhing under his own touch. Lando spares a brief thought to the camera, still unsure that he definitely ended his stream; a shot of adrenaline shoots through him as he considers the possibility of thousands of people watching him play with himself for Oscar - deciding not to check, he likes that he really could be showing himself to the world.

High whimpers are punched from the elder’s mouth as he pinches his nipple, tugging gently a few times before dusting across his pecs to the other bud. Lando moans and palms at his chest as he pinches and teases his other nipple; his hips bucking up in a desperate search for friction, back arching into the sensation on his chest. Oscar’s palm circles over the head of his cock, collecting the beading precum and slicking the glide of his hand. “So sensitive.. Bet you could come just from that, huh? Sit there, playing with your tits, moaning while we watch.”, the Aussie speaks through his grunts and quiet moans. Lando’s thighs squeeze closed, hips jerking, as his instincts take over - trying to find any amount of friction for his dripping cock; precum oozing out in waves as Oscar’s words sink in.

A shuddering breath leaves Lando’s lips as he forces his hands off himself, reaching forward to retrieve the bottle of strawberry scented lube he keeps in the back of his desk drawer - just in case. As he moves, opens his mouth and prays his voice isn't too wrecked already; “Did you enjoy the stream, Osc? Was thinking about you.. whole time. Wanted your hands on me, your lips.. Got hard thinking about your thighs.. want them- wrapped around me, pushing against me.. wanna ride your thighs, Osc- fuckin’ gorgeous.”, He’s breathless and blushing by the end of it but, it was worth it to hear Oscar’s quiet groans become louder and the little whimpers he lets out in between. The thighs in question are shaking from his boyfriend's words, imagining Lando’s tanned skin against his pale legs as he chases his pleasure in Oscar’s lap. Before Oscar can reply, tell the curly haired god in front of him how filthy his mind and mouth can be; how all he can think about is Oscar’s body - how good he makes him feel, Lando is turning away from him. The muscles of Lando’s back ripple under golden brown skin as he moves to straddle his chair - cock pressed hard against the leather back. The Australian’s brain short circuits momentarily as he watches Lando’s massive hands grip the thick flesh of his ass and pull his cheeks apart, presenting his hole to Oscar - Oscar who’s free hand is reaching for a pillow to stuff between his legs as his groans carry down the call. A deep groan rips from Oscar’s chest as he grinds his dick against his pillow just as Lando begins to press a slick finger past the puckered pink of his rim. He loves those fingers; they both do - so perfectly long and thick, reaching and stroking spots deep inside them both.

Oscar wasn’t kidding, earlier, when he’d said Lando gets loud with his fingers pumping in and out of himself. Whines and whimpers drip from red, bite-swollen lips as the Brit presses his middle finger deep - down to the knuckle. It's always a slight stretch - just from one finger - as the ring of muscle at his entrance begins to relax around the thick digit he holds inside himself, rocking his hips gently against it. The leather seat is slick with precum as Lando’s desperate cock rubs against it, sliding over the lightly textured fabric. “Fuck, Lan- Are you sure you ended stream, baby? You sure you’re not broadcasting that peachy ass and pretty hole for the world to see? To drool over? Oh, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Love to show them how well you take it- mhn- make them want you even more, show them how much you love it when they watch.”, eyes glued to the screen as he speaks, Oscar watches as the thrusts of Lando’s fingers falter, his jaw falling loose and revelling in all the beautiful sounds he’s rewarded with.

Lando slowly picks up speed after recovering the rhythm of his thrusts, adding a second tan finger and reaching deep inside himself. A down-right pornographic moan leaves Lando’s slack jaw as he spreads himself on his fingers - scissoring them inside his hole and caressing his walls, just brushing his prostate. Oscar slows his grinding, knowing he needs to last and the sight alone of Lando fucking himself open on his fingers almost too much. The sounds Lando lets out are reminiscient of the fake whines he was spewing on stream, high and girly. “Much prettier than earlier, Lan, such pretty sounds for us. God, you’re such a slut for it, you know? Fuck- All those jokes and comments.. Leaning into the mic to moan for us? You love it, babe, fuckin’ love being watched and praised, don’t you?” Oscar’s stream of consciousness flooded by whines and panting moans from the other end of the call - Lando’s back arching as he tries to take his fingers deeper, prodding a third into his loose, wet hole. “YES! Fuck!- yes- Osc, fuckin’ love it.. ah- ah- mhn!-”, the Brit’s fingers increase their pace, thrusting quickly into soft heat as his hips push back to meet them. High whines and moans fall freely from Lando’s tongue as he rams his prostate over and over - riding his fingers and grinding his cock against the chair, head thrown back with pleasure. Oscar’s own hips can’t help but buck at the sight, his eyes rolling back at the pressure on his dick, groans dripping from his mouth as he quietly pants Lando’s name. “Made me laugh, Lan, fuck- When you called yourself daddy.. hah- mhn- Certainly not how i remember it, baby. Getting a bit cocky, don’t you think? You’re no one’s daddy, but you are everyone’s whore, aren’t you? Would spread your legs for anyone, just to prove how good you take it.- fuck!-”, he’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, brain hazy from the image of Lando in front of him - head thrown back in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

“Oscuhhh.. Fuck, Osc- im so close! fuck, please, please- can touch myself? Please i need it, fuck!-”, sweet begs spill from his boy’s throat and all Oscar can do is grind down harder - his own orgasm taunting him - and chuckle darkly through the phone, “Nah, babe. You cum on your fingers or not at all.”, that deep, commanding glint sits over Oscar’s words and Lando whines indignantly before driving his fingers in faster. He grinds the pads of his digits against his prostate for a few moments, moans falling silent as his jaw hangs in a lovely ‘O’ shape. The elder’s voice is breathy and almost two octaves higher than usual as he gets closer and closer to bliss, begs spilling from his mouth before can even think. “Please! Please, Oscahh- fuck, fuck, shit!- I’m so close, Osc, please- I can’t, i can’t- need more, ah, Oscuh pleeease..”, pathetic whines and pleas reach Oscar’s ears as his hips drive hard aginst the pillow between his thighs, the sounds of Lando - so close to release but, needing just that little bit more - sending him completely insane. “Fuck, Lan. Yes you can, you can do it for me, babe. Be a good slut and cum for us, Lan. You know, you never did end your stream. There’s a few thousand people watching your fucked-out-whore-hole swallow your fingers and fucking loving it!”, Oscar spills those words and stares in awe as Lando’s muscles tighten in response, thighs shaking and hips twitching as he cums against the chair - long fingers still buried deep in his slick, pink hole - panted moans curling around his ears.

Lando barely registers, through the thick fog of bliss settling over him, the sounds of Oscar moaning his name and coming undone on the other end of the call. As his breathing begins to slow and his muscles relax slightly, Lando pulls his fingers away and hears Oscar groan at the sight of him clenching around the emptiness that now replaces his hand. The toned body on camera turns back around, slumping tiredly in the desk chair - spread legs and sticky with a wrecked look on his face. His hair is sticking in every direction, lips bright red and slightly bruised from how hard he’d bitten them, a thick layer of sweat and sex coating latte skin. As he lifts his gaze to look at the camera, a dark pink blooms over Lando’s face and travels down his chest as he remembers what Oscar had said. He didn’t end the stream. Thousands of people just watched him fuck himself while his boyfriend spewed filth into his ears. Fuck. Just as the post-nut clarity begins to settle in his bones, Oscar opens his mouth - the man must be psychic - and tells him through a gritty, gravelly voice, “Don’t worry baby, that was only for me. I wouldn’t share the look of you spread and desperate with anyone - let alone thousands of strangers online.. not for free anyway.” He can hear the smug smirk in the Aussie’s voice. Fucking bastard.

“You’re a dick,”

“You liked it.”

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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“Dirty desires”

LN4

Warnings; smut, dirty talk, rough sex, 18+ language, spanking, public sex, choking, jealous lando.

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The relationship between you and Lando Norris has always been complicated. Growing up, you knew him because he was practically glued to your brother, Max Fewtrell. Max and Lando were inseparable, always up to something—whether it was racing, pranking, or just hanging out. And because of that, Lando was always around, just as much a part of your life as Max was

But Lando? He was different with you. Sometimes he’d be sweet, flashing you that charming smile that made your heart skip a beat, joking around with you like he really cared. But other times, he was an absolute dick, teasing you, getting under your skin, and acting like you didn’t matter. It was confusing. Annoying. Yet, there was something about him that always drew you in, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

It didn’t help that Lando loved to flirt with you, pushing boundaries that left you feeling hot and bothered, but he never took it seriously—at least, not that you could tell. He’d say something suggestive, catch your reaction, and then walk away with that smug grin. It was like a game to him, and you hated how much it got to you. But that’s just who Lando was. Unpredictable. Infuriating. And yet, impossible to resist.

Max, on the other hand, had always been protective of you. Ever since you were kids, he’d made it clear that Lando was off-limits. “He’s a player,” Max would say, almost like a broken record. “Don’t fall for his charm, because he’ll break your heart.” And as much as you rolled your eyes at your brother’s warnings, you knew he was just looking out for you. He meant well.

But Max didn’t know how complicated things really were. How Lando’s mixed signals drove you insane, or how the tension between you two kept building every time you were alone. And no matter how hard you tried to follow Max’s advice, there was always that little voice in your head wondering, What if?

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It was Lando’s last weekend before the race break ended, and, unsurprisingly, he was out clubbing again. That’s kind of his thing, really. Clubbing, golfing, and—let’s be real—low-key being a man whore. You weren’t even planning to go out tonight, perfectly content to stay in, but Max’s girlfriend, P, insisted you join them. Said it’d be “so much fun” and you “needed a night out.”

So, that’s how you ended up here, in some packed Monaco club, the music thumping so hard it rattled your chest. You glanced at your phone. Wait, it’s 11 PM already? Christ… You swore you’d only be out for an hour or two. But between P’s enthusiasm and the relentless energy of this place, time had slipped away.

It didn’t help that, somewhere across the dance floor, you knew Lando was around. Probably surrounded by girls, flashing that same cocky grin, like he owned the place. Typical. You hadn’t seen him yet tonight, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. He always did.

Throughout your conversation with P, she kept glancing around, clearly distracted. “I’m gonna go find Max,” she finally said with a quick smile, leaving you standing there with a sigh. Great. Now you were alone, left with nothing but the pounding music, your thoughts, and the drink in your hand—a drink that was practically empty. Ugh.

You glanced at the half-melted ice cubes clinking at the bottom of the glass and rolled your eyes. Typical. Of course, P would ditch you the moment you started to feel like maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad. Now, you were stuck in this crowded club with no one to talk to and no Lando in sight yet either—not that you were particularly looking for him.

You let out a sigh, deciding the only way to salvage this night was to head to the bar. If you were going to make it through, you definitely needed more drinks. As you weaved through the crowd, you were barely paying attention when you suddenly collided with someone. Of course. Dumbass, you cursed yourself as you almost tripped, bracing for impact with the floor.

Before you could hit the ground, though, a pair of hands grabbed you—one on your back, the other steadying your waist. “Woah, careful there,” the guy said, his voice smooth as he helped you find your balance. You were quick to apologize, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he just gave you an easy smile like it was no big deal.

Your eyes flicked up to meet the man who had caught you. Brunette hair, brown eyes, and on the smaller side—kind of your typical guy. But as you took a moment to study his face, you realized he wasn’t that bad-looking. His eyebrow quirked up, a little chuckle escaping his lips as he gave you a teasing grin.

“You good there?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

You quickly shook your head, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The guy tilted his head slightly, still smiling.

“Theo,” he said, offering his name casually.

You frowned for a second, confused, before it clicked. Dumbass, he’s telling you his name. Your face only got redder as you tried to play it off smoothly. “Y/n,” you introduced yourself, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were.

What started as a small interaction with Theo quickly turned into casual small talk. Before you knew it, he was being overly flirty, his hand lingering a little too long on your waist and his laughter coming a bit too easily. You didn’t mind, though. It felt nice to have a change for one night, a distraction from everything else.

But across the bar, Lando was watching. You could feel his gaze burning into you, and let’s just say he didn’t look too pleased. The easygoing vibe he had earlier was gone, replaced by a tense irritation as he took in the sight of you chatting and laughing with Theo.

Lando watched as Theo’s hand rested possessively on your waist, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. The sight of you giggling at whatever dirty things he was saying made his blood boil. That should be me, he thought, a wave of irritation washing over him. The playful banter you shared with Theo felt like a punch to the gut, and Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy creeping in.

As his friends droned on about irrelevant topics, Lando found it hard to concentrate on anything but your laughter. He tightened his grip on his drink, knuckles going white as one of his friends noticed his growing agitation. “You good?”

“Just peachy,” he snapped, barely registering the question. He finished his drink in one swift motion, the bitter taste fueling his frustration. Fuck this. He slammed the empty cup onto the bar, pushing past his friends and weaving through the crowd. He had to get to you before he lost his mind.

Lando quickly made his way to you and Theo, his irritation bubbling just below the surface. You were deep in conversation, laughter spilling from your lips as Theo leaned in a little too close for comfort. Lando couldn’t hold back any longer. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but the tension in his voice betrayed him.

You and Theo halted mid-conversation, confusion etched on your face. Theo appeared surprised, his eyebrows raised in a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What?” you nearly scoffed, a hint of defiance in your tone. Why does he care? “I’m just talking…?”

Lando would love to say he was just fine! But no. Your words and that goddamn attitude were driving him up the wall.

Without a second thought, he scoffed, reaching out and roughly grabbing your arm, not caring at all what Theo thought. “We’re leaving,” he hissed, the irritation in his voice unmistakable.

You winced at the harsh grip he had on your arm, the suddenness of it catching you off guard. You didn’t even have a chance to protest as he pulled you through the crowd, weaving past people who barely noticed the storm brewing between you. Lord forbid Max sees this.

Lando finally pulled you into the dimly lit bathroom of the club, dragging you toward the empty unisex stall. The door clicked shut behind you, the echo of the lock sliding into place amplifying the tension between you two.

“What the fuck, Lando!” you snapped, trying to wriggle free from his grip. But before you could escape, he slammed you back against the locked door, the impact leaving you breathless.

“What the fuck are you playing at, huh?” he hissed, his eyes blazing with frustration. The club music barely there from being so far away now.

You almost scoffed at Lando’s behavior, confusion mixing with annoyance. Why’s he acting like this? Your eyes scanned him, taking in the way his chest heaved with frustration, a tension radiating from him that was hard to ignore.

You frowned at him, trying to mask the unease swirling in your stomach. “What is your fucking problem, Norris?”

Unfortunately, your words only fueled his anger. In one swift motion, he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head against the door. The sudden movement left you breathless, a mix of adrenaline and disbelief coursing through you.

“What’s my problem?” he spat, his voice low and intense. “You mean why are you being such a slut?” The accusation hung heavily in the air, shocking you into silence as you stared into his fierce eyes.

Before you could get another word out, before you could question Lando's erratic behavior, he pressed his body against yours, effectively trapping you against the door. The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, and your heart raced in response. He looked you up and down, a scoff escaping his lips as he took in your short outfit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he murmured, the disbelief laced with frustration.

Then, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear, he whispered, "Now do you think I feel, huh? Watching you have him all over your slutty body?" The words dripped with possessiveness, Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of the moment crashing over you like a wave.

Your eyes darted over Lando's face, searching for some hint of the boy you knew beneath the anger. But as his gaze locked onto yours, your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. Shit, you thought, feeling a sudden wetness forming in your panties that you couldn't ignore. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, the heat pooling in your core betrayed you.

You instinctively crossed one leg over the other, clenching your thighs together in a desperate attempt to regain control. But Lando noticed-his eyes flicking down to your legs before snapping back up to meet your gaze with a smirk that sent a jolt through you.

With a swift movement, he pushed your legs apart, pressing his knee firmly against your panties. The contact made your breath hitch, and you could feel every nerve ending in your body screaming for attention.

He leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss against your neck, igniting a fire within you. The warmth of his lips lingered as he leaned closer, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Think someone needs a proper fucking," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, and suddenly the line between anger and lust blurred in the heat of the moment.

The only sound that escaped your lips was a weak whine, your body betraying you with a desperate need you couldn't ignore. "We're really going to fuck here?

What if someone hears us?" you managed to stammer, your heart racing as you registered the wild idea of being caught. But deep down, you knew your body was screaming for it-screaming to be filled up, to feel the thrill of the moment consume you entirely.

lips curled into a knowing smirk, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "Let them hear," he replied, his voice low and husky, dripping with confidence.

"You're mine right now, and I want you to feel how much I need you."

With those words, all rational thought slipped away, leaving only the heat of desire coursing through your veins. The world outside the bathroom faded, and all that mattered was the two of you, the thrill of the risk, and the insatiable craving igniting.

You gasped as Lando suddenly pressed his knee harder into your panties, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through you. He began to move his knee in slow, teasing circles, each motion igniting a fire that spread through your entire body.

"Lando," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, a mix of surprise and undeniable need.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "I know."

Not being able to take it any longer, you leaned in as Lando drew closer, your lips brushing against his in a tentative yet eager kiss. The moment your mouths connected, he released your wrists, allowing your hands to drop. You seized the opportunity, grabbing his face to pull him in closer, craving the taste of him with a needy, sloppy kiss.

Lando responded instantly, one hand finding its place on your waist, anchoring you against him as he deepened the kiss. His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you flush against him, the heat radiating between your bodies igniting a primal hunger.

As the kiss deepened, Lando's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer. You felt the heat radiating off his body, overwhelming you in the best way possible. The urgency of the moment heightened as he tilted his head, allowing his lips to explore yours with a mix of tenderness and raw desire.

But then, just as you thought it couldn't get any more intense, Lando's free hand moved to your throat. His fingers wrapped around it gently yet

possessively, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was a bold move, one that sent your heart racing and ignited a spark of thrill within you.

"God, you're driving me wild," he whispered against your lips, his voice husky and low. The sensation of his hand around your throat made you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated, heightening every kiss and every brush of his lips.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core as Lando pressed himself against you, the firmness of his body against yours intensifying the moment. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling the way he controlled you yet made you feel completely free at the same time.

With his grip on your throat, Lando pulled you to the sink, his urgency palpable. He pressed you against the cool surface, lifting you effortlessly and positioning you just right. The moment he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected your lips, lingering like an unspoken promise of what was to come.

Without hesitation, Lando leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck. He trailed sloppy kisses down the delicate skin, each one sending a thrill through your body. You tilted your head back, letting out a soft moan as his warm breath danced against your skin. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, urging him on as he worked his way lower.

Looking up at you from your neck, he captured your gaze, his lips still pressed against you as he began to suck, marking you with a hickey that would surely raise questions later. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could feel a flush creeping up your cheeks, only intensified by his other hand pushing your thighs apart.

His fingers quickly found the waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion, he ripped them off, the fabric tearing away to reveal your already soaked pussy. You gasped as the cool air hit you, sending a wave of sensation coursing through your body. The mix of excitement and vulnerability was electrifying, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

Lando's lips left your neck, a trail of heat in their wake as he pulled you away from the sink. With a swift, practiced motion, he turned you around, pushing you down against the cool surface. Your heart raced at the sensation, the new position leaving you even more exposed, the thrill of it all making you wetter.

You gasped at the sudden rush of feeling, your body instinctively arching as Lando pushed your skirt down just enough to reveal your bare ass. He let out a low groan at the sight, clearly enjoying the view as his cock hardened against you.

Without warning, his hand came down hard, a sharp smack landing on your ass. You jumped at the impact, a mix of surprise and pleasure shooting through you. "Lan!" You exclaimed, your voice almost too loud for the small space.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction, and his grip tightened on your hips. "You wanted this, didn't you?" he teased, his voice low and filled with that familiar confidence that made your pulse quicken.

You could barely respond, your mind racing with a whirlwind of sensations, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

You felt his warmth against you, the promise of what was to come sending shivers down your spine.

"Just let go," he urged, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll make you feel so good."

You almost whimpered at his words, feeling yourself getting even more wet.

Why were you so needy for your brother's best friend? The thought sent a thrill through you, heightening your desperation. You needed this—needed him.

"Lando, please," you whined, the plea escaping your lips before you could stop it.

He chuckled darkly at your desperation, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Please what?" His voice dripped with mock innocence, but the heat in his tone betrayed his intentions.

"You want me to give you what you want?"

"Y-You know what I want," you stammered, your heart racing as you pressed your hips back against him, craving the contact. Every second that passed only intensified the ache between your thighs.

"Dol?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear. "Maybe you should ask me nicely."

With that, he suddenly yanked you back against him, his grip fierce as he pressed his hips into your ass. "You want it, then beg for it," he commanded, his voice low and rough.

You could feel the tension building, every nerve ending alive with anticipation as you turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. "Lando..." you whispered, your voice shaky yet defiant. "I need you. Now."

"Not good enough," he growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you back harder against him. "I want to hear you say it, beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Lando, please... I need you to fuck me," you finally admitted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He quickly used one hand to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing through the small bathroom. you looked away, biting your lip.

Lando quickly pushed his pants down just enough, along with his boxers. His cock painfully hard, he gave it a couple strokes. The tip leaking precum.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Just remember, you asked for this."

He positioned himself at your entrance, With a swift thrust, he filled you completely, a gasp escaping your lips as he claimed you in one powerful motion. It was easy to slide in all the way with how wet you were.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, beginning to move with a ferocity that took your breath away.

Your head dropped forward from the force of Lando's sudden thrust, but he wasn't having any of it. With a swift motion, he gripped your hip tightly with one hand and leaned forward, pressing his back against your chest. The shift in position forced your head up, and you gasped as he wrapped his firm hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.

"Look at yourself when I fuck you," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, the sight of him behind you-his expression a mix of lust and dominance-made your heart race even faster. You could see the way his muscles tensed, the sheer intensity radiating off him as he drove into you again, deeper and harder. Skin slapping against skin in the bathroom, the bathroom was filled with nothing but wet noises. And landos panting.

Every thrust of Lando sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the tiny bathroom. You pressed your lips together, desperately trying to stifle your moans, knowing that you were in a public place. But it was impossible to contain the sensations building within you as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

“Shh,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Don’t want anyone hearing how good you feel, do we?”

You shook your head, your body responding eagerly to each of his powerful thrusts. His hand on your hip held you in place, fingers digging into your skin as he began to pound into you with relentless force. The way he filled you completely, stretching you to your limits, made you feel both vulnerable and alive. You could hardly think, the world outside the bathroom fading away as all your focus shifted to the pleasure he was giving you.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, tightening his grip around your throat again. The pressure was intoxicating, making your heart race and your body respond even more fervently to him. The heat of his body against yours, coupled with the firmness of his hold, created a heady mix of sensations that sent shivers down your spine.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror—your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair, the way your body reacted to him with every thrust. It was an image of pure lust, and the realization only heightened your arousal.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he increased his pace, his hips driving into you with a primal urgency.

“Yes, Lando! I love it!” you gasped, unable to hold back your moans any longer. You bit your lip to keep quiet, but the sounds of pleasure slipped past your guard.

“Good,” he replied, his lips curling into a smirk. “Then let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He shifted his weight, pressing you down further against the cool surface of the sink. The sensation of the hard porcelain against your body contrasted with the warmth radiating from him, the duality driving you wild. His thrusts became more frantic, each powerful motion sending waves of pleasure radiating through you. The tightening in your core warned you that you were close, your body begging for release.

“Feel that?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s me. You’re mine. All mine.”

“Lando, I’m so close,” you moaned, the words spilling from your lips before you could stop them.

“Not yet,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before slamming back into you. The force of his movements made you gasp, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as your legs shook from the intensity. “I want to feel you come around me, but not until I say so.”

The frustration mixed with desire only made the heat pooling in your belly swell, and you could hardly contain yourself. The air was thick with tension, the sound of your breaths mingling with the slapping of skin, echoing off the bathroom walls.

“Lando,” you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper as your body betrayed you, craving that sweet release. “Please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. He thrust harder, each movement sending you closer to the edge. “You need to ask for it.”

“Please let me come,” you gasped,

"Look at yourself," he growled again, his voice laced with dominance. "You're such a dirty girl, getting all wet for me like this. How does it feel to be fucked by your brother's best friend?"

You could hardly respond, your head spinning with desire. The heat pooling in your belly threatened to ignite as he continued to pound into you.

"Answer me," he demanded, pulling you back further against him, forcing your eyes to meet your reflection in the mirror. "I want to hear you say it."

"It feels... so good," you managed to whimper, your voice shaky as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I need more, Lando."

"More?" he repeated, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "You want more, huh? You're going to have to beg for it, then."

You felt a rush of heat wash over you, his commanding tone igniting something deep within. "Please, Lando. I need it. I need you," you begged, desperation lacing your voice.

"That's my girl," he smirked, his thrusts growing harder and faster, each one hitting deeper inside you. The sensation was intoxicating, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your soft moans. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking tight. I could stay buried inside you forever."

As Lando's thrusts became more frantic, he could feel the pressure building within him, matching the intensity of your own climax. Your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a desperate dance of pleasure and desire.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his grip tightening around your waist as he thrust deeper, chasing that sweet release.

"Me too, Lando!" you cried out, your breath coming in ragged gasps, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

With one final, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge together.

Lando released deep inside you, his body shuddering against yours as you felt the heat spread within. At the same time, waves of pleasure crashed over you, and you moaned his name as you surrendered to the bliss coursing through you.

As Lando's thrusts slowed, he remained buried deep inside you, feeling the warmth of his release fill you completely. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, causing you to shudder as the aftershocks rolled over you.

The remnants of his cum mixed with yours, dripping down your thighs in a sticky, delicious mess, making your already ruined panties feel like a distant memory. They hung in tatters around your legs, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Lando barely glanced at them, too lost in the haze of satisfaction and the sight of you.

He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum followed, trickling down your thighs, a visible reminder of the wild encounter you just shared. "Look at you," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "so fucking hot like this."

Breathless, you looked down at the mess between your legs, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through you. "Is this how you treat all the girls you have fun with?" you teased, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Lando chuckled, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Only the ones who drive me crazy," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And you, love, are something else entirely."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully, but deep down, you knew he was right. The thrill of the night, the heat between you, it was all worth it.

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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

Oscar mocking you/being a little shit during sex🤭🤭🤭🤭

okay so ages ago i had this oscar idea but I didn't know how to write it so I've linked the two lmao - I ALSO MADE HER CARLOS'S LITTLEST SISTER

Warnings: fingering, 'too big, won't fit' trope (idk what we call that), smut, p in v, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, author doesn't rly know what she's doing but is trying lmao

"Osc," she whined as he pushed his fingers into her sopping cunt.

Oscar couldn't stop the way he grinned down her at, watching her writhe. God, what a sight. "Got to open you up," he said.

It didn't seem fair that he was dressed and she wasn't. She'd already made a mess on his jeans, one that Oscar wore with pride. How would Carlos feel if he saw his sister like this? On her back, being readied for Oscar's cock.

"I can't," she cried, shaking her head from side to side as Oscar pushed her towards her second orgasm of the evening.

Oscar laughed at her. He actually fucking laughed. The sound had her clenching around his fingers, and Oscar only laughed harder, laugh mocking.

And, when she came around his fingers, Oscar pulled out. "C'mere," he said, pulling her to a sitting position. He tapped her lips with his cum soaked fingers and she opened wide. She knew exactly what he wanted, wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked them clean.

As he freed himself from his jeans, her eyes went wide. She let out a cry as she looked at him, his meaty fucking cock. That thing was a third fucking leg.

"Holy shit, Osc," she said as she released his fingers from her mouth. "That's not gonna fit, no way!"

He laid her down and climbed on top of her. Oscar didn't slide himself in right away. He laid his cock on top of her, showing her just how deep he was gonna be.

"I'm literally gonna split you in two," he said through giggles.

But then the giggles stopped and he gently caressed her face. "You definitely wanna do this?" He asked softly. She nodded her head and Oscar kissed her sweetly. "Tell me if it hurts," he said and squeezed her hand.

Taking his monstrous length in one hand, he ran the head through her folds before slowly pushing in.

Mercedes Sleeve

pairing: Mick Schumacher, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Toto Wolff x fem!reader

summary: Toto Wolff promised his drivers that if they could bring home a 1-2 finish this season, they would be rewarded.

warning: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, rough sex, humiliation, group sex, P in V sex, anal sex, oral (M receiving), dirty talk, objectification, BDSM, dom/sub, multi orgasm, breeding kink, If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: could you imagine how I felt when I came up a plot, realized that this is really the first 1-2 finish since Mick came to Mercedes, then found out halfway through writing that GR had been dsq? anyway, i hope you enjoy it.

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Just like you always did, you sat in the garage watching the race. As the drivers raced through high-speed turns, chasing each other with a McLaren close on their tails in third place, your heart was pounding.

You glanced at your lover. Toto Wolff wore a serious expression, his fists clenched, and you knew this was his usual response under pressure. You wanted to caress his face until you helped him release the pressure. Of course, you wanted to caress other places too. But for now, the garage was full of cameras.

You anxiously awaited the moment when the cars would cross the checkered flag, waiting for the thrill of hope and the relief that possible victory would bring. Because you knew that if they won, your own stress would also be completely relieved after the race.

How did things end up like this?

Mick, looking like a satisfied cat lying between you and Lewis, couldn't quite understand.

Today, they had just finished an intense race, with long-run advantages and strategy giving Mercedes a long-awaited 1-2 finish.

After the race, George sent a message asking Mick to wait for him in his motorhome to receive the team's reward.

Mick vaguely knew about the relationship between you, Toto, George, and Lewis. Perhaps everyone in the team knew by now. Ever since you appeared in the paddock, you became the drivers' post-race special therapy, and there were often embarrassing sounds coming from motorhomes, driver rooms, and meeting rooms.

But what exactly would this reward be?

Mick didn't dare think too much and wasn't sure if his desires were well-hidden. After each victory, he would kiss your cheek with respect in the garage, and your body would always tremble slightly in his arms, making him both excited and scared.

Mick and Lewis chatted over the sofa complimentary tea for a while, and he barely heard the sound of you opening the door. When he smelled the familiar, sweet scent in the air, he knew it must be you. Mick sat there unmoving, waiting for you to come closer.

"Am I late?" you asked with a smile.

Mick suppressed his excitement and looked up.

You wore the team's merch, the collar unbuttoned and wide open, and you wore no pants or shoes. It was as if you were elegantly and gracefully walking towards him in splendid attire. Did you come here like this through the motorhome camp? Mick thought, the surroundings must be empty, or there would be impulsive guys who'd pin you down on the grass and fuck you until you cried and begged for mercy.

As you got closer, Lewis noticed you were holding a small tube of lub in your hand and couldn't help but grin. What a clever, spoiled girl with plenty of group sex experience.

Mick stared at you blankly, wanting to say something but finding himself unable to speak. He suddenly realized you understood those unspeakable things he wanted to do to you. You were well aware of his desires; you had always known.

"Come here," Lewis happily beckoned to you.

You blinked and walked up to Lewis, asking, "Where are George and Toto?" Lewis smiled and unexpectedly pulled you up, placing you on the table's edge, grasping your chin, and starting to kiss you.

At first, you raised your hand to try to regain control, but as the kiss deepened and grew more intense, you gradually changed from resisting to cooperating. After separating from Lewis's lips, you had to lean on his left shoulder to catch your breath.

Mick took a deep breath as if afraid of being burned by the hot tea in his hand.

Lewis caressed your slightly naive, blushing face, then reached his hand inside your shirt collar, lewdly teasing your nipples. This time, your breathing clearly intensified, and you didn't evade.

"Kneel down and take it off." You glanced at Lewis and then at Mick beside you, obediently following the instructions. "Relax, okay?" You nodded.

"That's my good girl." Lewis pressed you toward his crotch, "Suck it, pretty."

You swallowed, unzipping Lewis's trousers and approaching his hardening shaft. Under Mick's gaze, you extended your tongue to tentatively lick it through the underwear, then looked up at Lewis before pulling down his white briefs, taking the entire glans into your mouth. The friction of saliva and the rough shaft made a lewd sound like kissing. Your right hand held the shaft, and while cautiously observing Lewis's reaction, you took a third of the length into your mouth, carefully sucking.

"You're so... hard," you said.

"Am I? Keep licking."

With Lewis's encouragement, your swallowing became bolder, and your tongue swirled around the sticky pre-cum like you were sipping a delicious cocktail. Mick could see the spectacle just by lowering his head.

"Slow down, slow down." Lewis, like instructing a young driver, moved his fingers pressing on the back of your head.

You parted your lips and took half of the dick into your mouth, swirling it slowly inside.

"Is this fun?"

With the dick in your mouth, you blinked and nodded. Every time you licked it, you would suck deeply.

Your pretty face, which shone on the F1 TV broadcast, was now bulging with the thrust of the British man's thick shaft. This peculiar sensation made Mick start to feel intoxicated.

Lewis guided your head down, and you quickly understood his intention, tilting your head to lick the sack underneath. Your playful tongue circled slowly between the two balls while innocently watching Mick's shocked expression as you teased the root. Your tongue flicked back and forth, and your full lips gleamed. Mick soon felt the heat rushing uncontrollably to his lower half.

"Okay, that's enough. Come back and keep licking," Lewis said.

Your moist lips left numerous delicate kisses on Lewis's dick, then, like a slut who adored cocks, you gently grazed the tip with your teeth, holding it and guiding it into your warm mouth, letting Lewis's ever-growing dick fuck your little mouth.

"Does this feel good?" you nodded again.

"Take off your panties."

You left a long, loud kiss on the swollen shaft, lifted your legs off the soft, cream-colored carpet, and removed the thin panties in front of the two men.

Lewis gave you a look. "Go give Mick a head."

You crawled over to Mick, and before he could react, you skillfully used your teeth to grab his zipper and pulled it down.

You looked up at him, flashing a show-off grin, shrugged, and the shirt slipped off one shoulder.

Mick's hand hovered in the air, unsure whether he should touch your gleaming skin.

You shamelessly held the eager shaft before you, starting to lick from the base, then took the tip between your warm lips, sucking deep and shallow, stretching out your small red tongue to repeatedly lick the thick veins on the shaft, gradually taking a third of the impressive length into your mouth, using your tongue to push up.

You closed your eyes, your eyelashes trembling with satisfaction, as if you'd been anticipating this for hours after the race, as it your lips were made for this, as if you were waiting for Mick to shoot his thick cum all over your eyelashes.

Mick excitedly gasped, brushing a few strands of hair back from your forehead. He savored the feel of the damp strands slipping between his fingers, all the while unable to control himself as he thrust forward, watching as you lowered your head to try to swallow his entire cock. The sound of saliva slicking over the it was loud. You slowed your left hand's circular strokes at the base, giving Mick an innocent look only a virgin could match, teasing his swollen tip with your tongue until clear liquid oozed out.

Lewis sat on the carpet, peeling away your shirt bit by bit and pinched your right nipple. Just as you were about to push his mischievous hand away, Lewis tightly gripped your right hand, pressing it against his hot, hard dick to stroke it.

Feeling Lewis's dick thrusting in and out of your palm, your hand became increasingly hot. A shiver ran through your throat as Mick's dick swelled, bouncing inside your warm, moist mouth, almost as if it was commending your little mouth's prowess.

Lewis's other hand wandered over your bare chest, mercilessly pinching the delicate, sensitive nipple.

"How come after doing it so many times, it hasn't grown bigger? How will you satisfy Kimi when he's grown up, hmm?"

Lewis taunted, using his thumb's short nail to stroke back and forth over your nipple, then suddenly quickened the pace of his rubbing, pressing hard against your areola.

"Mm..." You couldn't help but let out a few muffled moans.

"Focus, don't hurt Mick."

"Ah..." you softly moaned, instinctively arching your chest, craving more pleasure from the older man's teasing.

Lewis forcefully grabbed the two soft mounds, pressing them together to form a cleavage, and lifted one side to his mouth, sucking deeply. You stroked Mick's swollen dick, letting out urgent moans as a flush of desire crept up your pretty face.

Lewis turned his head, kissing your smooth neck. The light bites to your skin had a painful allure, and his actions gradually became a faster, firmer squeeze. The more he toyed with your stiff nipple, the more vigorously you sucked on Mick's dick.

Mick could not think of anything but trembled as he watched the scene unfold, breathing heavily in pleasure with your sucking and sweating as his desire deepened.

Lewis finally released your somewhat numb right hand. He lifted one of your legs, supporting your waist, and inserted two fingers coated with lubricant into your already dripping wet core.

Mick stared at the lewd sight: Lewis's tattooed, knuckled fingers sliding in and out of your hot, wet core, making an enticing sound.

Lewis added a third finger, pulling out some transparent, sticky fluid. He brought his fingers together, slowly thrusting in and out at the entrance twice before quickly speeding up, going deeper each time. This made you whimper as you sucked Mick's dick.

Lewis stood up, slapping his hard shaft against your sweat-dampened face. You licked your moist lips and held both men's shafts at the base, licking and sucking back and forth, occasionally rubbing your engorged nipples against their thighs until both were hard and eager.

Lewis picked you up and placed you on the bed. Mick followed them into the bedroom, half-lying against the pillows. You moaned impatiently, crawling onto him. In his burning gaze, you wrapped your flexible legs around his penis. You were like a curious and lascivious teenager, imitating penetration on Mick's body.

At a seductive pace, you rubbed Mick's member with the inside of your thighs.

Several times, Mick's heated tip brushed against your wet opening, causing both to let out surprisingly synchronized gasps. Then, you leaned down to kiss Mick, letting your frantic moans disappear into the intertwining of lips and tongues.

Just when Mick was aching with hardness, you straightened up shamelessly, spread your legs to reveal the reddened entrance from the friction. You inserted your fingers into yourself, quickly thrusting a dozen times, producing lewd squelching sounds.

Mick couldn't help but imagine whether you usually played with yourself like this, perhaps after Toto fell asleep, hiding alone in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid, spreading your legs before a half-wall mirror, biting your lips red and inserting yourself to orgasm with your fingers. Maybe before coming to the motorhome, you had already played with yourself in some deserted corner, fantasizing about being ravished by the drivers one by one, inserting yourself until you were dripping wet, so your clothes were crumpled when you entered the room. Or maybe you had done it with some intern before arriving, and the newly arrived man hadn't yet figured out how to satisfy you.

You adjusted Mick's rigid member, aligning it with your entrance, trying twice slowly, and were just about to sit down with Lewis's help when you heard George's voice.

“Well, as race winner I demand being first.”

He walked towards you with big strides, using his hands that had just gripped the steering wheel to hold your breasts, pushing the four fingers toward each other as if teasing a tender and delicious caramel pudding.

Lewis scoffed at his words, "Maybe she wants a real dick first, not that little thing you brag about."

Toto Wolff leaned back against the wall, his shoulder and chest muscles contracting under his shirt with the motion. "Didn't you say that something between your legs dropped down?" He turned to look at you and Mick, both of you blushing, and nodded encouragingly at him.

Lewis soothingly caressed your smooth back, held your face, and kissed you. Mick's cock finally slid in without resistance, and you swayed on his hand, sinking it deeper. Your passionate passage embraced his penis, moving your hips slowly in circles, trying to adjust to Mick's size.

"Ah-" You bit your fingertip, cheeks flushed, letting out waves of delightful moans under Mick's thrusts and Lewis's caresses. The body Toto had trained was extremely sensitive, and your adorable nipples swayed before Mick's eyes. He folded you into an M-shape, hugged your waist as he sat up, and, while biting your reddened nipples, thrust forcefully by holding your right thigh, reaching deeper inside you. You were almost out of control with Mick's pounding, moaning ecstatically in rhythm with the trembling of his thighs, like a shameless little beast in heat, oozing streams of liquid, your limbs burning and limp from the overwhelming pleasure.

George smacked you butt twice, and you raised one eyebrow, revealing a knowing smile. Your body leaned back, lifting your legs to let Mick's cock slip out of you.

George slapped his penis against your butt a few times, and you obediently turned over, lying on the bed with your back to them. Under the light, your back was exposed, along with your alluring rear, which Mick thought he could shoot on in the future. You hastily touched George's member a few times behind you, then lifted your round butt eagerly, allowing that stiff penis to enter your trembling opening.

You were riding George's cock while stroking Mick's, with Mick watching the connection between the two of you. George's big hands gripped your lustful butt, and your tender entrance produced a ring of fine foam from the repeated impact.

Mick knelt beside you, caressing your cheek to turn your head, and pushed his penis, covered in dirty fluids, into his tirelessly eager mouth.

Tears welled in your eyes as all your moans melted into the brutal invasion of his cock. You no longer saw Mick as a novice; Mick was now vigorously taking him. Mick quickened his thrusts, occasionally scratching yours nipples with his right hand, making your nipples quiver. Your body, stimulated from both sides, became increasingly slick with your juices, pushed out heavily by George's thick cock and then driven back in, making the connection between you both increasingly sticky.

You soon lost your balance and collapsed towards Mick, giving him a deep throat.

Toto and Lewis stood side by side, the older man's upper body completely bare. As they watched you being ravaged, Toto's eyes darkened with excitement, and his face turned red. You couldn't see Lewis's hands, but the shifting muscles and blurry shadows on his shoulders told you he was holding himself and Toto, leisurely stroking.

Mick withdrew reluctantly from your enticing mouth at George's signal.

George pressed you down on the bed, lifted your legs, and turned you over before thrusting hard. He first smacked your painfully played-with nipples twice, then inserted his thumb into his red, swollen lips.

You were now sweet and soft from being fucked, your tongue curling around George's finger, eyes closed in pleasure, seriously sucking as you rubbed your trembling calves back and forth against Mick's body, then giggling and turning your face to continue licking Mick's thick cock.

"Ah... so good... come inside me…”

"What did you say?" George asked.

"I want you to cum inside me." You said without thinking as you clamping down on George's dick.

"I'm not wearing a condom." George looked at the unusually slutty way you were being fucked and pushed deeper intentionally. He certainly didn’t begrudge you feeding you with his own cum, but he didn’t want to wait for you to throw a tantrum and complain afterwards.

"It's okay... I want your cum inside...ah-..." your voice was hoarse as your tongue licked around the front part of Mick's dick.

The words were out of your mouth, and George pressed you down onto the white sheets, accelerating the thrusting. If you hadn't been on the pill, you would have been fucked until you were pregnant. The merch no longer fits, and you're left on your knees with your stomach, helping the angry toto and the others relieve their desires. They would take turns enjoying you in the garage, hospitality, and even the track. At the thought, a torrent of George's cum erupted shooting as deep as it can into your body. You spasmed to orgasm as well, writhing on the sheets like there was no bone in your body, your lips parted as you pouring out the most lustful moans.

As Lewis held your thighs, keeping your legs together and exposing your half-open flesh, some of the white semen flowed down your legs. You appeared both like a well-behaved child yearning for sleep and a slut just used for someone's desires.

Soon, you felt Mick's still-hard cock pressing against you; you blinked in confusion, tears still on your cheeks, watching as Mick lifted his hips and thrust straight into you. After a few thrusts, you were aroused again, raising your legs in response, your left arm around your leg and your right hand pulling Mick's neck, allowing him to penetrate freely. Mick kissed your collarbone, pressing against your increasingly sweet body as your hole contracted rhythmically from excitement.

"Do you like the drivers taking turns with you?" Toto asked, placing a gentle kiss on your hair. You bit your hand, moaning without answering.

Toto fondled your nipples while whispering unusually crude words in your ear. Next time, he suggested, you should be tied to the W15 with a scarf bearing the team's logo. The colors of the scarf would match your naked skin and the wide-spread position of your legs perfectly. Every driver needing to release excess energy after the race would have their turn with you. Others would envy how the team had such a sweet slut.

You, drowsy and hearing Toto's words, could only intermittently moan as Mick fucked you, seemingly unable to handle the young driver's excess energy. Your thighs were flushed red, enduring Toto's occasional teasing and slapping.

Lewis patted Mick on the shoulder, signaling him to pull his cock out of your hole. Dazed, you gasped as your hole opened and closed, not yet understanding what was happening, before Lewis covered your eyes with his clothes. Lewis, with your eyes covered, pressed his cock against your slick hole, enjoying your panicked and hungry reaction, then entered following the path already paved by George and Mick. After a few thrusts, he switched with Mick.

The two alternated, each thrusting deeply and then roughly pulling out despite your sweet pleas. Your once accommodating hole was stretched wide by their large, hard cocks, with dirty fluids spilling out, and your hole soon became red and swollen. Under the cover of clothes, you experienced this brutal pleasure for the first time, unable to distinguish whose cock was inside you, only rubbing your legs against the owner of the cock, both embarrassed and excited.

Suddenly, Toto's fingers invaded your asshole, causing a tingling sensation in your tailbone, making you tighten your inner walls, and Mick felt as if all the blood in his body was concentrated in his cock.

He held your waist tightly, thrusting into you vigorously while occasionally gripping your ankles, leaving a trail of damp bite marks on your calves.

The sinful pleasure surged rapidly within you, almost exploding in your sensitive, vulnerable body after your climax. Your pleas were pitiable, with your open hole feeling unbearably wet, and you were soon thrust into so hard that your whole body trembled, your calves nearly cramping, and your sweet moans changing in tone.

You instinctively tried to escape the intense manipulation, but Toto quickly noticed and pulled you back forcefully.

Toto's penis was already impatiently penetrating you from behind, and you continued to endure the powerful thrusts from both men. This scene of trying to escape repeated several times until you screamed with a sobbing tone, collapsing onto the bed, unable to protest any further.

You allowed Mick and Toto to manipulate you fiercely, filling your capable hole with copious amounts of thick semen. When Mick pulled out, your body continued to shiver.

Beneath the thin layer of sweat on your skin, you felt a warm flow mixed with a belly full of cum spilling out from your heated passage. You reached out to gently soothe your temporarily stretched hole, making a half-painful, half-pleasurable sound, and then put your fingers covered in various bodily fluids into your mouth.

Mick, checking the time on his phone, captured this precious moment.

Lewis ruthlessly parted your labia, while his other fingers entered your wet opening, stirring it around. "Such a sensitive body." He leaned in, blowing into your flushed ear, and proceeded to suck and nibble on his burning earlobe. "Lick it clean." He brought his fingers, covered with your juices, to your face, and you willingly wrapped them in your hot, eager mouth, letting them fill your small mouth, with saliva dripping down your chin.

He spread your legs wide and pressed his hard, hot dick against you again.

"Are you Toto's best whore? Is that why he spent so much money on you? He wanted to chain you with diamond jewelry, but you always preferred to be fucked by strangers, right? Want to come with me to Ferrari and seduce some Italians?"

"No, it's not like that.." you cried pitifully, his words making your legs tremble uncontrollably while your wet opening tightly gripped the man's shaft, making it unbearably arousing.

"Lying is not a good habit." Lewis enjoyed the pleasurable friction of his dick being squeezed, leaving a noticeable mark on your smooth thigh as he pounded into your soft body.

You lacked the strength to resist, clinging to Lewis's firm arm, allowing him to make excessively lewd sounds with his thrusts.

"You're really an insatiable girl," he murmured, speeding up his thrusts, and yours warm insides soon accepted his ejaculation. You screamed, collapsing onto the bed, gasping for air.

"What are you thinking about?" Toto brought a towel to clean you off, casually kissing your hair. He was always a pertect gentleman to you, even though his shaft was still swaying below.

"What about George?"

"He's disqualified, not eligible to fuck you a second time," Lewis said, pinching your backside.

"Poor George. But it's okay; at least he crossed the finish line first and I got to have Mick." Your face flushed as you smiled at Mick.