✧.* SECRETLY YOURS

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.

adrenaline, baby.

ln x wife!reader

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

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

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

lando’s adrenaline rush had sent him feral.

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

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

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

he was a man, possessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

the wolff's mouse

torger "toto" wolff

cw: smut/pwp, wife!reader, nicknames, drinking/drunk!reader, daddy kink, size kink, ditzy!reader, age gap (20s/50s), missionary, dirty talk, pet names

bunny says: this is for the server, folks!

the liquor was smooth through your body as you walked along the edge of the pool. you were all giggles as you tried to keep your balance.

"maus." you heard toto's voice as you were moved away from the pool against his chest.

you held onto the front of his white shirt and giggled. you looked up and smiled, "wolf-y." you tried to get up on your tiptoes to kiss him. forgetting that reality that you were in the middle of a pool party.

someone had too many sangrias and was a ditzy little drunk mess by the pool. toto almost found it adorable, if you weren't so close to the pool. he didn't want his little mouse to hit her head.

he cupped the back of your head for a moment and pressed your face to his chest. you whined a little in his shirt as the rush of being drunk raced to your head. poor little mouse.

"what are you doing, maus?" he asked as he pulled you further away from the pool and towards the patio chairs. he set you down and crouched down beside you.

"i wanted to swim." you chirped and kicked out your feet a little. which only made you devolve into giggles. you were painfully adorable.

you were dressed for the occasion, in a pastel yellow and dark blue printed bikini that happily showed off your curves to the attendees at the party. you could catch any man's attention, but then they'd have to deal with the death glare from mercedes' team principal.

toto took your hands and looked at you, "i don't think that is the best idea right now." he rubbed your knuckles for a moment as he looked down at your hands, "don't stand too close to the edge, liebling. you could get hurt."

you looked at him and giggled, "toto, you worry too much!' and linked your fingers with him playfully, "i'm right as rain."

toto looked at you, you very clearly were not 'right as rain', you were drunker than a sailor and you still had more in your cup. thankfully he got it on a nearby side table before you downed the entire time. he kissed your hands lovingly and said, "how about we go inside for a little bit." his tone was tender.

"but the party."

toto leaned up to kiss you on the lips, "i know you're the life of the party." he leaned in a little more to your ear and said, "but papa wants you to not be hungover. verstehst du mich, liebling?"

you pouted for a moment before you nodded your head and let toto help you out of the chair. he kept close to you as he brought you inside. thankfully most were outside, enjoying the italian summer sun.

but toto's poor maus had too much liquor and too much sun. he worried that you'd get a sunburn as he brought you through the summer house and up to the bedroom you were sleeping in for the week.

toto stopped you by the foot of the bed before he undid the strings of your bikini and let it fall off your body was easy. nothing was keeping them held to your body.

his poor girl, the tan lines were going to be interesting in a few days. he placed his hands on your bare hips and looked into your eyes. they crinkled when he smiled, "good girl." he rubbed circles into your hips with his thumbs, "i know you wanted to party more, but papa has to take care of you."

you pouted, "i'm not even that drunk. i could prove it!" you chirped pathetically. you were his little drunk princess today.

"and how would you do that, maus?" he asked as he looked down at you. he lingered over you like a tall shadow, he was almost a foot taller than you.

"i could suck your dick!" you smiled at him.

he looked at you and smiled, "i think i've spoiled you, haven't i?" he asked as he held your chin to keep looking up at him. he chuckled, spoiled you rotten, you think you can get whatever you want if you suck my cock?" he shook his head.

he couldn't believe he let his baby girl become so spoiled, thinking she could get her way if she just got him off. he put you down on the bed and got on top of you. his belt was the first thing to come off.

he quickly worked the belt around your wrists, making sure his little angel would stay still. with your wrists bound, he looked at your naked body. his hands ran up your sides which made you squirm.

"this is why i didn't want you in that bikini." he said with a shake of his head, his eyes glued to your form, "everyone was going to stare at you. the most beautiful woman they had ever laid eyes on." he curled closer to you and kissed at your face with such affection, "i didn't want my little wife to get hurt. you had so much to drink, maus. you need to listen to papa or else you could get hurt."

his tenderness made you squirm, you could feel the stickiness between your thighs grow from his gentle yet strong words. he wasn't throwing his princess over his lap and smacking the cheeks till they bruised. he just thought you simply didn't know better, you weren't used to things being in such abundance.

you were toto's smaller, weaker, more innocent, painfully younger wife. toto felt a sense of protection over you as he captured your lips in his own and his fingers found their way into his hair. you moaned into the kiss and could feel your heat radiating off your body.

when he pulled away, you reached for his white shirt and started to undo the small buttons. you were growing impatient and like the brat you were, you dropped your hands back onto the bed and whined, "daddy!"

he chuckled, and leaned back upright to get the shirt off of his body. once he got it and the white undershirt off, your hands roamed his bare torso.

your core throbbed as you whimpered, "daddy, c'mon. i've been good!"

he smiled down at you and let the articles of clothing fall off the bed into a heap on the floor. his little sunshine goddess, his little maus. there weren't enough words in any of the languages were spoke that would accurately describe how he felt about you.

he got out of his pants without your help and your gaze lingered on the bulge in his briefs. his cock was painfully hard, which meant that you'd be feeling the length of him deep in your cunt.

he was a shower for sure. uncut and heavy. even after all this time of having sex with him, it still was a tight fit. he once said that it was like trying to fit into a tight parking spot. when you grimaced at his joke, he simply threw your knees to your ears and made you see stars.

"do you like what you see, schatz?" he asked curiously, he grabbed your bound hands and made you touch his cock through his underwear. its impressive size still made you gulp as you felt it up.

you weren't happy to admit this, but another time you were drunk at a pool party, you happily chatted with either lewis or george (you couldn't remember) that toto was in possession of the "nicest vienna sausage" then burst into giggles before you staggered off to find your husband. all you knew is that both drivers couldn't look their boss in the eye for about two months afterwards. the knowledge of it all was just too much for them.

you nodded, "i do, daddy. i think it's gotten bigger."

he chuckled as he pulled his underwear down under his cock, it bobbed and you swallowed at the sight of it. he said to you as he reached in to pet your soft cheek, "it's only to keep up with your insatiable appitite, schatz."

you pouted, the buzz in your head was strong as you said, "i'm not that greedy!"

he gave you a look, a stern one as he said, "maus, don't lie. you know what happens to liars." he said his eyebrows at you and watched your shift uncomfortably. he could tell you were getting hot all over.

"i'm sorry, daddy."

he got his underwear off and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. it felt like the rest of the world turned off, he couldn't even focus on the sounds of the party outside. the music and chatter came through the open windows, but he was so enraptured by your naked beauty under him.

his hands grazed along your sides as he watched you giggle. you squirmed a little bit, such a ticklish little girl. he leaned in to kiss you, he was knelt between your legs and his hands were groping your breasts.

the kiss was sloppy and messy, it made you feel hot all over. having your handsome husband lingered over you, his tongue inside your mouth. his cock stood at full attention, eager to sink into you. he rubbed up against you, his hard cock pressed against your stomach.

the prodding made you heart race before he pulled away and you stared into those beautiful eyes. you shifted a little bit, the pleasure and alcohol made your thoughts murky. you seemed to be driven by the sole purpose of reaching orgasm.

he grabbed you by the thighs and lifted them, you held the position as he got an extra pillow under your hips for leverage. he licked his lips at the sight of you.

"beautiful, little maus." he laughed, "schatz." his tone was glazed with affection as he got fully between your legs and rubbed his cock up against your pussy lips.

you whined and tried to cover your face with your bound hands. but toto was not having any of that. he pinned down back down to the bed and loomed over you. his hard cock in his other hand, "don't hide from me." he said, his voice tinged with more lust, "i want to see my beautiful wife's face when i am fucking her." his words were filthy, "i want you to remember this face for when i am away and you get so needy. needy little girl."

you heart hammered as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, almost sliding right in. you squirmed a little in anticipation but toto kept you down.

"no, no." he said, "you stay still."

"but wolf-y." you pouted.

he shook his head, "behave." it left an ache in you that was soon filled by his cock easing itself into you. he watched you wince and waited for a moment for you to adjust because he sank the rest of the way in.

his mind went blank for a moment before he snapped himself out of it to continue to push his entire length into you. he had your legs wrapped around his waist. he loved the feeling of your soft skin against his. you looked divine, flustered and drunk but yearning for him.

a carnal ache, the kind that left your head spinning. pleasure left you choked up as your moans were sweet noises to his ears. his lovely wife. how'd he get so lucky.

he kept you pinned to the bed by his hands on your wrist and started to thrust. he used his grasp on you as leverage. his cock was snug in your tight cunt, a proper fit. he thrusted in and out of you and it left you breathless. he heard you airy moans as he bullied his cock into you.

you were just so painfully sweet. his ditzy little maus, the little thing that had him around your fingers. he gazed at you lovingly, going in for searing kisses. he hips bumped against you as you back arched off the bed. you didn't have the strength to get out of his grasp.

even at his age, he still was able to pin you down and fuck the daylights out of you. make you see stars when the pleasure washed over you. a few moans got caught in your throat which on spurred him on to fucking you hard.

the iron rod bed frame hit against the white wall of the bedroom. the afternoon light came through the windows. you were a sight to behold in the glow of the day. his poor angel, you were a little sunburned.

but it was alright, papa would take care of it. just as he took care of you in every other way. his kisses were delicate across your cheeks and collarbones, as opposed to the pace he was fucking you in.

it was oppressive and strong, it made your stomach tie in knots as you felt the beating your heart in your ears. he held onto you and bounced you on his cock.

your squirming only fueled the fire in his gut as he pushed his cock in you to the root. he made sure that you firmly remembered the feeling of him inside of you. your expressions, from the bit of pain to the immense pleasure only made the older man more aroused by you.

his words were dirty as he rutted against you, "do you like when i fuck you? when it feels so good? you like when i have you pinned to the bed and fucking you like an animal. there are people outside that want to see and talk to you, but instead you are too busy taking your husband's cock like the good girl you are." he kissed at your draw, they were wet and made you hot all over, "beautiful, girl." he purred, "you know exactly how to make me feel good. it's not your fault that you got so drunk, you were just handed glass after glass. silly little thing" he chuckled lowly as he left a nice hickey on your neck.

you were on cloud nine, letting your husband fuck you. you felt the roll of pleasure in your gut the harder he thrusts. you were lost in a sea of lust as you felt your walls grip around his cock. two halves of a perfect hole.

you panted wildly and you tried to hold onto him, but he had you by the wrists. you were pinned under him, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you.

his pace started to stagger and you felt the heat in your gut pool. you whimpered and squirmed as much as you could. and before you knew it, you felt the rush of climax consume you whole. your noises were cut off by them getting caught in your throat and your head was throbbing from the rush.

"maus." he purred.

"wolf-y." you replied, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.

he pushed further inside of you, bending your back to drill his cock into you. you could taste the precum in the back of your throat. he fucked you with little abandon until he felt the heightened experience of orgasm.

he came in you, and you accepted it like the good wife you were. you whined his name as he slowed down. his poor girl was already so overstimulated. he wanted to go for a second round but you were fucked out. your hair was a mess, partially sun burnt with the alcohol still in your system.

"poor, maus." he cooed as he held his cock inside of you for a moment.

he then pulled out and rubbed his softening cock up against your pussy for one last feeling of your sex. you were blissed out, exhausted under him.

"my little mouse is done for the day?" he asked as he palmed your breasts, feeling the mass between his fingers.

you nodded slowly, "yes, daddy"

"well you rest now, maus. i'm going to see how our guests are doing. if you feel better, you may join us again. but no more alcohol, it's not good for a girl like you." he kissed the top of your head before he got out of bed to find his clothes.

you remained snuggled up naked with the blanket over your head, you peeked out from the blanket and got a good view of your husband's ass as he was bent over to pick up his briefs. you giggled to yourself before you kept an eye on him.

his little spoiled maus. <3

can you do a ollie bearman x model reader x kimi antonelli smut?

“ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ” ( ollie bearman & kimi antonelli ! )

SUMMARY: after doing a lingerie walk on the runway, you barely have time to catch your breath before the boys make it clear—now, it’s their show.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: contains mature (18+) themes! threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, eiffel tower, praising, degredation, pet names, nipple sucking, language, kind of ooc.

pairing: ollie bearman x model!reader x kimi antonelli

a/n: *clutches the holy water*

YOU JUST STEPPED off the runway, the lights still flashing behind your eyes like an image burned into your memory. Your heels clicked against the hallway floor, passing the quiet buzz of crew and models, all half-dressed and mid-prep, but your focus tunneled in on one thing: the presence behind you.

Two of them. You didn’t even have to look. You knew.

The soft click of the door behind you was followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock sliding shut.

“You looked incredible out there,” Ollie murmured, voice low and molten. “That last set you wore…” A slow exhale left his lips. “You were practically begging for trouble.”

“She always is,” Kimi added, voice rougher, darker. “Especially when she knows we’re watching.”

Still facing the mirror, you smiled to yourself, fingers running through your hair with practiced ease—like your skin wasn’t already humming for their touch.

“Trouble?” you said, lifting a brow.

Ollie stepped forward first, his hand brushing down your arm. “Irresistible,” he corrected, fingertips grazing over the sheer lingerie. “This is new, yeah?”

You nodded, your breath catching as Kimi closed the distance behind you, the room suddenly smaller, the air thick with something heavier than post-show adrenaline.

“You have no idea how hard we’re going to ruin you tonight,” Kimi whispered at your ear.

The moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Ollie leaned in, lips brushing the curve of your shoulder. “Shh… you don't want people to know how much of a slut you are, do you?” His breath ghosted over your skin.

Kimi’s hands were already on your waist, bold and steady, his chest brushing yours from behind as Ollie stepped in closer. The press of their bodies against you made your knees falter.

“You looked like a fucking dream out there,” Ollie whispered, low and possessive. “But now you’re ours.”

They took their time. Every movement was intentional, reverent, teasing. Ollie slipped in behind you, brushing your hair to one side.

“This neck,” he murmured, lips dragging across your pulse. “Always so sensitive.”

His tongue flicked against the spot below your ear, and then his teeth grazed your skin—just enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs press together. “God,” you whispered.

Ollie caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face to his. “Don’t you dare look away,” he growled. “I want to watch every second of you falling apart for us.”

Kimi was already kneeling, eyes locked on yours as his hands slid up your thighs. His mouth found the inside of one, kissing it slowly—hot, firm—lingering just beside where you needed him most. He didn’t move higher. Not yet.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured.

Ollie’s hands moved to the straps of your lingerie, sliding them down your arms inch by agonizing inch. The fabric dropped, baring you to the cool air and the warmth of his gaze. He bent forward, lips brushing your collarbone, before descending—slow, careful—until his mouth closed around your breast.

A sharp gasp escaped you. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked gently, hand cradling the other with careful pressure. You arched into him, completely at their mercy.

“Perfect,” Ollie murmured. “You always are.”

Meanwhile, the last bit of lace slipped from your hips, leaving you bare. Kimi groaned softly beneath his breath.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered. His finger dragged slowly from your clit to your entrance, teasing the slickness there before pushing in just enough to make you whimper.

“So wet already?” His smirk was wicked.

You nodded, breathless. “Mhm.”

His tongue followed—first a flick, then a slow, deliberate stroke that had your knees buckling. His fingers kept working you open, his hot tongue locked onto your clit, licking and sucking it desperately, knowing the effect it has on you.

"I love the way you taste," Kimi praised against your cunt, "You taste so fucking sweet, sweetheart."

You reached behind you, trying to grip Ollie, ground yourself in something.

Ollie’s lips found yours again—hot, urgent, hungry. His hands held your waist steady as he kissed you deep, while Kimi devoured you merciless.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ollie murmured into your mouth.

You whimpered into the kiss, the coil in your stomach getting tighter but before it could snap, Kimi pulled back, licking his lips with a smirk.

“Close?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, trembling. “Y-yeah…”

“Not yet,” Ollie whispered, biting your earlobe. “Not until you beg.”

“I need you,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Both of you.”

“Good girl,” Kimi praised, voice molten.

Ollie turned you gently, guiding you forward onto the couch as Kimi rose to stand before you. Your back pressed against Ollie’s chest, his hands roaming over your waist as he bent you forward slightly.

“Trust us,” Ollie murmured into your ear, his breath sending another wave of heat through your body. “We’ve been thinking about this one for a while.”

Kimi’s bulge was level with your face, his expression dark and amused.

“Have you ever tried this one?” he asked, teasingly.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

“Then you’re in for a fucking treat.”

Ollie’s hips pressed against your backside, his belt unbuckling behind you. You could hear the zip, feel the heat of him through his boxers, rubbing against you just enough to make you squirm.

“Feel this? It’s just for you.” He said in a low voice.

You were bent over before Kimi, hands sliding up his thighs with a quiet urgency, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants.

He smirked down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement at your neediness.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he muttered, voice rich and low. “Impatient already?”

Your eyes met his, wide and wanting. “Please,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I want you, Kimi. I need you.”

His gaze burned into yours. “Begging suits you,” he said, letting the words drag. “But since our pretty girl asked so nicely…”

Kimi’s fingers moved to the button of his trousers, but before he could finish, your hands covered his, stopping him.

“Can I?” you said, voice soft—pleading.

His expression darkened with something deeper, something feral. “How could I say no to that, pretty?”

You eased the button open, pulling the zipper down with slow, hungry hands. His boxers strained against him, the dark fabric already wet where his arousal pressed against it.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the bulge—soft, teasing—your lips barely grazing the damp spot. Kimi groaned, hips twitching forward, the sound low and guttural.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head tipping back for a second. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Behind you, Ollie’s presence loomed—hot and electric. You felt the deliberate drag of his cock against your slick folds, slow and torturous. He coated himself in your arousal, teasing your entrance but not giving in.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Ollie’s voice was husky, threaded with restraint.

Your answer was a soft, desperate, “Mhm…”

The moment he began to push in, the stretch stole your breath. You gripped Kimi’s thighs for balance as a moan spilled from your lips.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Ollie groaned against you, his voice shaking with restraint as he sunk in deeper, stretching you out, letting you feel all of him inside you.

Kimi’s fingers grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, “Suck on it.”

You obeyed, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him with a pace that matched Ollie’s behind you. Then your lips met the tip—soft, teasing licks that made his breath hitch.

“That’s it… fuck, that’s our good girl,” Kimi whispered, jaw clenched.

You took your time, teasingly circling your tongue around his cock, letting each movement build the tension.

Kimi’s breath grew heavier, losing his composure. He immediately grabbed your hair tighter and started bucking his hips in a quick pace, practically fucking your mouth.

"You like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy? Like the whore you are." Kimi hissed.

Behind you, Ollie picked up the rhythm—each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and every drag of his voice in your ear only spurred you further.

“You’re being so good for us,” he growled. “Taking both of us like this… like you were made for it.”

His thrusts went a deeper and harder now, pushing your hips forward, letting you go straight forward into Kimi, forcing his cock to go deeper down into your throat.

You couldn’t speak—your throat too tight, your mouth too full. Instead, your eyes fluttered up to meet Kimi’s, glassy and desperate.

Kimi’s thumb brushed your cheek, just barely gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, letting the praise slip through grit teeth.

"Want me to cum on your mouth, pretty girl?" Kimi’s voice was low, a teasing edge in his tone, while you only hummed in response.

"I'm going to cum on your throat until you choke, fuck—" He moaned as he covers your throat with his thick white cum, you swallowed all of them instantly moaning at the taste.

"Such a good girl," He praised, "Look at you, so fucking cock drunk, right now," He chuckled darkly.

“She’s close,” Ollie muttered to Kimi, voice hushed and reverent.

Kimi chuckled darkly. “Yeah? Let’s push her over, then.”

Ollie reached out his hand towards your clit and started circling it, sending shockwaves throughtout your body, feeling your knees getting weak with each second.

You whimpered, body tight and shaking. Every touch, every sound, every filthy, beautiful word was too much—but not enough.

Kimi stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, gentler now. “You can let go,” he said, voice dipping into something softer.

The world blurred. You clung to the edge, nails pressing into Kimi’s thighs, hips pushing back into Ollie like instinct. Pleasure coiled in your stomach, hot and dangerous, threatening to snap—

And then, in one breathless second, it did.

Your cry was muffled against Kimi's cock—while Ollie held you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin as your body trembled between them.

"Fuck, you're so tight, princess…" Ollie groaned as he rattled himself inside of you, chasing his orgasm. You could feel the way he twitched deep inside.

The way you clenched around him in that moment—tight, pulsing, overwhelming—was all it took to send him spiraling after you, covering your walls with his cum, his breath stuttering as he buried himself deep.

You were trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you like waves—but they didn’t ease up. Not completely. Not yet.

Ollie hadn’t pulled out. His hands still held your hips with a bruising grip, thumbs dragging slow circles into your skin like he was calming you down and winding you back up at the same time.

You eased back, letting Kimi’s cock slip from your lips, a breathless murmur escaping you. “I feel so full…” you whispered, thighs trembling as you feel Ollie's cum slowly trickled down from your full pussy to your legs.

“You thought we were done?” Kimi rasped above you. “Not even close.”

no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

2.8k words

you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

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𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 — lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando has been fed up with Y/N’s bratty attitude, unfortunately for her, he finally bursts out.

content warning: (non proofread) smut, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, heavy degradation, spanking, swearing (literally starts under the cut), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, and a hint of fluff at the end!

guys pls don’t bully me this is the first time i’ve written a full smut fic 😔 if you aren’t into hardcore shit this is your final warning to leave!

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“You fucking bitch.” As soon as the door was slammed shut, Lando grips her by the neck from behind, turning her around to face him.

“I’ve had enough of your fucking attitude, and your act earlier was the last straw.” His jaw clenched out of frustration and looked her dead in the eyes.

A few hours ago, they went on a date and it was scorching hot. Y/N wasn’t a big fan of the heat— it made her super annoyed, and annoyed she was for the whole entirety of their date.

Lando tried to be patient, trying his best to attend to her needs even if some were out of reach.

And here she was, giving Lando puppy eyes in hopes of him having mercy.

Lando dragged her to the bedroom, “O-ow! Lando, that hurts!” Y/N winced, her body being forced to follow his harsh actions.

“Now you decide to fucking speak after giving me silent treatment on the way home?” He slams her on the bed and she whines, still giving him puppy eyes.

“Those eyes aren’t gonna work on me, fucking bitch.” He aggressively pushes his lips into hers, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. Y/N tries to pull away, but Lando is quick enough to grip her cheeks to restrain her from doing so.

When Lando finally pulls away, she takes this as an opportunity to catch her breath.

“W-wait!” Y/N pleads as he practically rips off her shorts and top, leaving her in her underwear. He, too takes off his shirt and pants also leaving him in his underwear.

“Shut up.” Lando says under his breath, pushing her legs open. “Keep these legs fucking open, ‘kay?” He slaps her inner thigh, making her jolt at the sudden contact.

“Sit up.” He commands and Y/N obeys, resting her back against the headboard while keeping her legs open.

Lando lays on his stomach and positions himself in front of her pussy.

Gently, he placed kisses on her inner thigh while his free hand teased the other.

Y/N’s breaths were stuttering, feeling ticklish at his touch. She wanted more— she needed more.

“Lando please..” She croaked out in a soft, trembling voice, afraid of what his response may be. “Please what? Hmm?” He taunts, looking up at her.

He pulls away from her thigh and focuses on inching closer to her pussy, a wet patch evidently marking on her underwear. Lando smirks, “Already so fucking wet? What a slut.” He mocks and slaps her pussy, earning a moan from the female. He watched the wet patch grew larger and Lando laughed even more.

He teases a finger on her clit, still keeping her underwear on. He licks on the wet patch and Y/N’s mouth hangs open. “P-please..” She begs in a small voice.

Lando pulls her underwear to the side to reveal her wet, desperate pussy. He brings his finger to her clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles. Y/N looks at him, biting her lip out of frustration.

“Look at this pussy.. So fucking wet, so desperate for me. Yeah? Isn’t that right?” Lando looks at her, applying pressure on her clit. She nods, accepting the fact that she was desperate for his touch.

Unsatisfied with her answer, he slaps her pussy once more. “Speak when you’re spoken to.” Y/N lets out a moan, almost a scream from how sensitive she is. “F-fuck, yes! Fuck p-please, I need your fingers.”

Lando, feeling a tinge of sympathy, removes her underwear to fully reveal her pussy. He teases her entrance with his finger, coating it with her wetness.

Y/N pushes herself down onto his fingers, in attempt to feel stretched out by at least just one finger.

“Needy little bitch. That’s what you want? Fine, fuck yourself on my fingers.” Lando sits up and gets on his knees, finger still inside her.

Y/N, left with no choice yet with such desperation, obeys and starts fucking herself on his digits.

She moans out, and even louder when he adds another and curls it inside her. Lando rubs her clit with his thumb, making her go crazy. “Sh-shit, that feels so good.” She manages to say between her shaky moans.

She picks up the pace, slowly feeling a knot form in her abdomen.

“I’m gonna c-cum, please let me cum.” Y/N begs, looking at Lando.

“You aren’t cumming yet.” He pulls out his fingers and pushes her down on the bed, then aggressively pulls her legs closer to his face to eat her out.

He sinks down onto her, licking a long stripe then stopping at her clit to suck it.

Y/N cries out, finally taking in what she’s been craving for. Lando sucks harder upon hearing her moans, then shoving two fingers in her.

Her jaw hangs open, unable to produce another sound from all the pleasure her body is receiving. Eventually, she feels a familiar sensation in her abdomen— causing her thighs to tighten around Lando’s head.

Lando pushes her legs down and looks up at her, pulling away from her pussy.

Y/N whines, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away from her once more.

Lando gets on his knees and takes her by the waist, aggressively turning her around to put her in all fours.

“P-please..” Was all she could say, “Ass up.” He places a hard slap on her ass and she jolts.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Two slaps were given, and tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes— overwhelmed and overstimulated from everything that was happening.

Pissed off, Lando grabbed her hair and shoved her head in the pillows with no remorse. Y/N hiccuped, tears streaming down her face.

Lando gets rid of his underwear, freeing his dick from the restraints. He gives her ass a firm squeeze before shoving his dick in her with no warning, forcefully fitting his thick cock.

Y/N practically screams at the sudden action, the first thrust hitting her cervix causing her tears to shed even more.

“Where’s the bratty little bitch from earlier? Hmm?” Lando asks in a demeaning tone, his rhythm going faster. “I-I’m so— s-sorry, baby p-please!” She sobs out, regretting all she has done— but it was definitely too late.

He slaps her ass again, but this time much harder. Y/N was helpless, gripping on the pillows like her life depended on it. With every thrust, her body was starting to become limp.

Her mind wasn’t processing anything. Only sobs, moans, and whines were coming out of her mouth— her poor pussy severely overstimulated.

Lando pulls her hair, causing her head to jerk upwards. “Fucked out that little brain of yours?”

She doesn’t answer, only sobbing and moaning from the pleasure. “S-sorry, baby I’m s— s-sorry! I wanna cum pl-lease!” She managed to say in between sobs, catching her breath.

He lets go of her hair, limp body falling down on the bed like a rag doll. Lando lets out a laugh, picking up the pace even more.

Y/N’s voice was growing hoarse from all cries and screams she was letting out, and she knew Lando wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

The knot in her abdomen forms again for the third time, and she secretly hoped that it would finally release for that night.

“C-cum.. I’m gon— gonna c-cum!” She cries even harder, the pillows visibly wet from her tears and sweat.

“Hmm? The little bitch is gonna cum?” Lando mocks, his thrust going at an ungodly pace. His grip on her hips tighten, pushing it down for him to go even deeper.

“Go cum.” With Lando’s command, Y/N’s most awaited release comes instantly, pleasure immediately washing over her.

He pulls out, her juices gushing out of her entrance. Y/N’s legs shake, her body completely surrendering to collapse. Eyes were half lidded, breaths still shaky and tears were still flowing ever so slightly.

Lando takes a look at her state and a wave of regret instantly surges over his mind.

He sinks beside her on the bed, taking her in his arms. He rests her head on his chest, stroking her hair.

“You s-still love me, right..?” She croaks out, sniffling as she looked up to meet his eyes.

Lando, with a concerned look on his face, wipes her remaining tears away. “My love, I will always love you. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive, especially with my words. I’m sorry baby.” He looks at her endearingly, moving her hair away from her face.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, scanning her body for any bruises. “My ass hurts..” She whines, turning her body slightly to show the red marks he previously made.

“My poor baby.” He pouts and grazes his hand over the marks, making Y/N wince.

“Do you want me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay like this for a little more?” Lando places a hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly.

“We can stay like this for a while.” She takes his hand on her cheek, intertwining it with her hand.

After a few minutes, Y/N dozed off— embraced in her lover’s arms.

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Do you think you could do something like this

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

Maybe with Oscar ( love your writing)

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

Then he jerked off again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… full honesty?” he asked quietly.

You nodded “Full honesty”

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

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

He bit his lip before taking your hands in his.

“I uh… I found your list”

You just stared at him. “What list?”

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

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

You completely froze, panic overtaking you.

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

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

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

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

“you-  what?”

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

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

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

“Oscar!”

He chuckled into the crook of your neck.

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

You blushed, checking the list.

“Choking…”

“Then ask me to choke you”

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

“Oscar what-“

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

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

“Go on baby, you can do it”

You gulped.

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

“Now fucking look at me and ask me again”

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

“I want you to choke me!”

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

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

“Spanking.”

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

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

“I want you to spank me”

He smiled and nodded for you to continue.

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

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

“I want you to degrade and praise me…”

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

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

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

“I want you to fuck my mouth”

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

Where had his sweet little innocent girlfriend gone?

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned as he added a second finger inside you.

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

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

“Please”

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

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

Oscar growled and pulled his fingers out.

“Then beg”

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

“Beg for my cock, slut”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Oscar, fuck!”

He chuckled darkly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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You were expecting Max to want you all to himself this week.

Jesus Christ how wrong you were.

Part 8 of One of the Boys

Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD YET, Foursome, voyeurism, masturbation, Gay shit, like more than usual, shower sex, anal sex (mxm), oral, cum eating, a singular buttplug, none of this is safe or sane but it is 110% consentual

It started in the cool down room, apparently.

Soft looks turned into lingering touches and then Max was leaning in to kiss Charles before any of them knew what was happening.

They didn't even go out to celebrate, going straight from their post race duties to Max's hotel room where they spent a long time in the shower exploring each other's bodies.

You received a text from Max that simply said “My hotel room NOW”

Bossy motherfucker, you thought, but you went anyway and knocked on the door out of politeness.

You knew he always left the door unlocked for you but it was still odd that there was no answer from inside, so you pushed the door open and marveled at the unexpected pile of limbs on the bed.

Oscar was in the middle, laying on his back while Charles and Max werre propped up on one arm, making out filthily over him, their hands teasing every piece of skin they could find.

The bed was stupidly large, and the room was stupidly luxurious, but all you could focus on was the three writhing bodies on the bed.

They obviously hadn't noticed you enter so you silently took a seat on the chair facing the bed and watched them.

Oscar was hard and leaking so Charles wrapped a hand around him and started a maddeningly slow pace.

And was that…? No…

From between Oscar's legs you could clearly see the flared base of something that was tucked up inside him.

He had a butt plug inside him. What on earth had they been doing?

Max and Charles separated and looked at the younger man under them, who was whining and throwing his head back in pleasure.

You noticed a few light marks on his neck and chest, and Max looked at them too and grinned at Charles.

The latter dipped down and started littering kisses over the marks, up Oscar's neck and Max grabbed his hair to lift his head up so that Charles could join their lips in a heated kiss, never stopping the movement of his hand on Oscar's cock.

Max leaned down and took one of Oscar's nipples into his mouth, sucking at the bud roughly, making the younger man grunt and buck his hips into Charles' grip.

Oscar panted and looked at Charles with so much lust in his eyes it almost felt like you were intruding on the moment.

Charles halted his movements and wordlessly switched places with him so naturally, it was hard to believe they hadn't planned this out beforehand.

Oscar spread Charles' thighs and was about to shimmy down the bed when Max stopped him.

“Wait, I want to prep him” he muttered and Oscar nodded, giving him the space to slot himself between the Ferrari driver's thighs and conjured a bottle of lube from god knows where.

You bit your lip, trying to be as discreet as possible while you unbuttoned your pants to get some relief as you watched the unexpected, but incredible display of male horniness unfold before your eyes.

You trailed a finger over your folds just as Max was warming up the lube between his, and rubbed one over Charles' rim, making the man sigh and relax into the bed.

He pushed his finger in down to the knuckle, and so did you.

It was exhilarating, timing your self pleasuring with Max's movements as he pumped his finger in and out to prep his friend.

Oscar was kissing him, and teasingly wrapped a hand around Charles, mirroring their postion from before.

Two fingers later and you were shaking almost as much as Charles was as he whined and panted into Oscars mouth.

When Max retracted his fingers, you did too and almost whined at the loss.

“Do you want me to fuck you while Charles rides Oscar?”

You didn't even realise Max was looking at you, being too engrossed in what was happening next to him.

He laughed and called out your name, making you jump and stare at him like a deer in headlights.

“Yes, we knew you were there” he smirked and walked over to you. “Now let's get you out of these clothes, hmm?”

You nodded and smiled as he helped you stand up and pulled your pants down.

Behind him, Charles was straddling Oscar, getting ready to sink down on him as his hands wandered across Oscar's marked up chest.

You were led over to the bed, put on your hands and knees on the edge, so that Max could stand behind you and you could both watch Charles and Oscar.

“Ready?” Max asked, and you all groaned your approval.

You watched in awe as Oscar's cock penetrated Charles at the same time as Max sank into you, and the effect was blinding.

It was like having your very own filthy porn show while getting railed.

You learned very quickly that despite Charles being a high performance athlete, his legs were completely useless as soon as his prostate got any stimulation, so Oscar grabbed his hips tight, and pounded into him from below while Charles held himself steady with his hands on Oscar's chest.

It was quite an impressive display of strength. You knew Oscar could do it, you'd seen him do his hip-thrusts in the gym, but it was still quite the sight to see him bouncing Charles on his cock as if the older man weighed nothing.

Max was also drooling at the way Charles' ass bounced on every hard thrust.

He timed his thrusts with Oscar's, hitting your g-spot dead on every time Oscar hit Charles' prostate, and there was something quite symbiotic about you all being in sync with one another, and even your moans were synchronised with Charles'.

They looked like art. Literal greek statues, all rippling muscles and strong curves as they moved together, sweat mingling as it dripped from Charles' face onto Oscar's flexing abs.

It was filthy, it was raw, and it was a show like no other as Max's cock drove into you harder and harder, chasing his own approaching orgasm.

No one was saying anything, too caught up in the moment, the only sounds in the room being grunts and pants, and the occasional whine from you or Charles when your sweet spots were hit particularly hard.

The coil was tightening in your stomach, and when it snapped your arms buckled, but Max caught you and held you up with an arm around your middle, and the other around your neck, forcing you to keep looking at the other two while you rode the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Charles' whines were getting higher in pitch and his thighs tensed as he approached his high, while Oscar did his best to hold his own off.

The three men came almost simultaneously, Charles kicking it off with streaks of white painting Oscar's chest.  He used two fingers to scoop some of it up and shoved them into Oscar's waiting mouth.

Oscar groaned around them and came inside Charles immediately, and Max finally allowed himself to release as well, slowing to a halt as you felt his cock twitching inside you.

He put you back down on all fours and pulled out of you gently and instructed you to lay on your back.

You did so, scared that his cum would leak out onto the covers but once again, as if rehearsed, Charles and Oscar came around to kneel at the end of the bed, spreading your legs and taking turns licking stripes up your sensitive leaking cunt.

You moaned at the attention, and each of your hands went to weave into a head of hair between your legs.

“Oh my god” you gasped as one of them (impossible to tell which) added a couple of fingers to help scoop Max's cum out of you, and two pairs of eyes looked up at you lustfully while they ate you out.

It didn't take long before your thighs started shaking and tried to close around their heads but they just kept going until you had another trembling orgasm beneath them.

They licked their lips, and then licked each other's lips (jesus christ what a sight) before standing up and looking expectantly at Max, who was leaning against the frame of the door to the bathroom, smiling at the three of you.

You couldn't help but notice that all three of them were hard again.

“Who's ready for a shower?” Max asked mischievously before turning around and going to turn the water on to get it nice and hot.

The three of you followed after him and you were shocked by the size of the shower. It was a walk-in that was plenty big enough to fit the four of you, with a bench, and had plenty of jets to ensure no one would be left in the cold.

It was quite frankly ridiculous.

But you all filed in and shut the door, letting the hot steam relax your bodies after an intense day.

You predicably ended up sandwiched between Charles and Oscar as they felt you up.

They were both hard and you suggested getting on your knees for them, but they shook their heads.

“No, we want you to feel good too” they explained.

Charles made you turn around and kneel on the bench with your hands on the wall and you instinctively arched your back for him, and the other two groaned.

“Such a good girl for us” Charles muttered, lining himself up and sliding his tip through your folds just to tease you and make you wait a bit more.

Meanwhile Max had bent Oscar over the bench next to you, and was carefully pulling the plug out.

Oscar groaned at the emptiness it left behind after being full for so long, but Max quickly lined up and pushed in just an inch.

Oscar shivered and Max let his head fall onto Oscar's shoulder blades with a sigh.

“How have we never done this before?” he muttered.

“Haaaa- Ah!” is all Oscar could manage as Max pushed himself in completely.

Charles chuckled and pushed into you right after, and you let out a similar noise.

You all giggled breathlessly at the absurdity and hotness of the situation before you and Oscar were cut off with matching powerful thrusts.

Your breaths caught in your throats as you looked at each other, eyes lidded and jaws slack as you were both railed against the wall by the two similarly insatiable men behind you.

It didn't take any of you long to cum at all.

You all felt boneless afterwards, cleaning up quickly and climbing into the ginormous bed together, none of you having the strength to go back to your own hotels.

So you fell asleep like that. y

You in the middle of Max and Oscar, and Charles cuddled into Max’s other side as your breathing evened out and you all passed out pretty much immediately.

“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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