Lando Making You Squirt For The First Time 👀

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially when he looked at you like that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he was fighting a losing battle. 

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

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

But you didn't care – you needed him.

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

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

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

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

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sweet dreams - LN

Summary: Lando wanted to suprise his girlfriend but got suprised

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, horny!Lando, sleepy!reader, slight overstimulation(?), pet names, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed any)

Side notes: English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Y/n went to sleep wearing one of Lando’s button-ups with nothing underneath. She doesn’t usually go to sleep full commando but since her boyfriend isn’t home, why not? Lando was out for the triple header, he just finished Barcelona and was supposed to go straight to Austria, but Lando decided to give his girlfriend a surprise.

Lando opened the door to his apartment slightly, tiptoeing his way through the dark room, careful not to wake her up. He cracks the door to their bedroom quietly, guessing she was asleep since it was pretty late at night. He made his way to where she was lying, looking down at y/n’s peaceful face…until something caught his attention.

Y/n was letting out some incoherent mumbling and panting but was still pretty much fast asleep. She was straddling a pillow, that’s what caught Lando’s eyes. He reached for the pillow between her legs to remove it and to his surprise, there was a damp spot on the pillow. Lando’s eyes widen as he looks down at his girlfriend, who is now rubbing her legs together from the loss of the pillow. He parted her legs slightly, staring at the glistening wetness and leaning down, placing kisses on both sides of her thigh. Meanwhile, Y/n was still very deep asleep.

“P-please, Lando” Y/n mumbled in a quiet tone but enough for Lando to hear

He looks up from between her legs to see that she’s still sleeping. She’s having a wet dream. This is a perfect opportunity for Lando to try out something they talked about for a while but never got the chance to try.

He moved his finger up and down collecting the wetness and then bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He’s pretty sure if y/n was awake and watching him doing that right now, she would be too embarrassed and try to cover her red face. However, she was still fast asleep right now, stirred a little but nothing else, allowing Lando to do everything he wanted to her.

Lando leaned down and lick a stripe from her hole up to her clit, making her breath hitch in her sleep. He starts doing kitten licks and placing kisses on y/n’s clit, teeth glazing it sending shivers down her body

“L-Lan?” She woke up and tried to close her leg in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“I’m here princess, go back to sleep and lemme take care of you yeah?” Lando shushed y/n and pecked her lip before lowering himself again to finish what he started.

Lando started to eat you out like crazy. If anybody sees how he is right now they would think that he was starved for days. The combination of y/n’s arousal and his saliva glistening on her soaked cunt as he continues to devour her. Sucking and practically “making out” with her clit as two of his fingers enter her and immediately start to move at a brutal pace, as his other hand moves up to toy with y/n’s tits. It was too much for her, hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto when they found Lando’s hair.

“I-I’m close Lan”

Her boyfriend didn’t reply but hummed into her soaked cunt, sending vibration to y/n’s already sensitive clit, adding up to the knot building up in her lower abdomen, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed onto Lando’s hair tightly as she cum, moaning out loud.

“That’s it sweetheart, good girl” Lando coos as he plants kisses all over her face. Just when Y/n was about to doze off again, she felt Lando’s tip squeezing into her tight cunt.

“N-no, I want to sleep” Y/n whines, closing her legs and trying to push Lando away

“C’mon, just one more for me ok?”. Lando coos as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. With one thrust, he bottomed out in her. Lando let out a groan feeling her warm, tight cunt wrapping around his hard member.

“So good f’me huh baby” He whispers in her ear, feeling her clenching extra hard down on him. Lando started with slow but deep strokes, hitting y/n’s G-spot with every thrust making her moan out loud.

“M-more”

“I thought you wanted to sleep, no?” Lando jokes as y/n gives him a death stare.

“Your wish is my command, princess” He chuckled slightly as he increased his pace, hips snapping into her at brutal speed. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises from the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum fills the room.

“I’m close-“

“Cum for me baby” Lando’s hand sneaks down to rub her clit in a circular motion, adding more pleasure, and pushing her over the edge. Y/n let out a loud moan as she comes, clenching around and milking his cock. Lando pulls out and shoots his cum on her stomach.

“Did so well for me, gorgeous” Lando says as he pecks her lip quickly then runs to grab a towel to clean both of them up. After he’s done with the cleaning, Lando climbs onto the bed to cuddle up with Y/n.

“So what were you dreaming about earlier” Lando asks as Y/n hits his chest playfully with her palm.

“Some handsome guy teasing me”

hi! if your requests are open, is it possible for you to write an oscar smut where we’re cockwarming him but he won’t move, so we’re just trying to grind on his dick feeling all frustrated and tired until eventually he ends up helping us out

discipline and desire

masterlist | requesting rules

summary: when you fail to complete a simple task oscar set you, he punishes you with cockwarming. it doesn't sound all that bad, until he's teasing you relentlessly, and refusing to move.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, cockwarming, teasing, punishments, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm control, slight darcyphilia.

w.c: 1.5k

a/n: my requests are indeed open, so thank you anon for this lovely request! i really enjoyed writing this, it's my first time actually writing cockwarming. please tell me your thoughts via comment, reblog or ask, i'd love to hear your feedback or thoughts on the writing.

you grinded against your boyfriend in frustration, holding the overheating laptop against you as a whine fell from your mouth. you felt his hands grip your hips tighter, stopping you from moving. 

“oscar, please,” you pleaded, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. you hoped he would feel sympathetic, feel bad for teasing you. but you were only met with a lazy smirk painted on his face. 

he tutted, gave your hip a small slap which made your body jerk; a small gasp escaping your lips. you instinctively clenched at the pain, and it was a mistake. it only made you more painfully aware that oscar was inside you, filling up your cunt with his erect cock, and not even moving. 

“no, you know what you had to do. and yet, you didn’t comply,” he told you sternly, making you exhale deeply from your nose. 

he was right, you were aware of what you had to do for oscar to fuck you. it was simple, really.

all you had to do was finish your essay, and he was all yours. and you tried! you really did. but you couldn’t stop thinking about oscar, and what you wanted— needed him to do to you. so, when oscar came to check on you and saw the file you were meant to be working on was empty, the deal was off. 

now, cockwarming was your punishment. a reminder of what you couldn't have until you earned it. 

at first, it didn’t sound too bad. you were confused— how was this a punishment? but it became oh-so obvious, when oscar stilled as soon as he was inside you, refusing to move an inch. 

“i only want what’s best for you, baby,” he cooed, almost condescendingly, as he cupped your face, holding you there as he moved closer. his nose bumped against yours, teasingly close. your heart started to race as you closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side for the kiss, but instead of his lips, you felt the warm ghost of his breath before he pulled back.

your eyes shot open, looking at him with pleading eyes, confused on what he was doing. 

“i’m not going back on my word, love,” he winked at you, the smirk reappearing on his face as he moved his face back further. “get the file done, and then you’ll get your reward.”

it was infuriating. oscar teasing you when you were desperately in need of him. his words alone drove you mad, but it was his dick inside you, his engorged tip grazing your cervix that was making you unravel.

with a frustrated huff you turned back around, feeling the tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to spill over out of desperation. 

fine, if he wanted you to get your work finished first, then so be it. you felt motivated, hungry for the reward. you could do this. you would do this. 

it didn’t last long, though.

you tried your best to focus, you really did. but it was just.. impossible. every subtle shift of oscar’s body made jolts of pleasure coerce throughout your sensitive body. even the slightest flex of his cock inside you caused distraction, as you couldn’t focus on the file in front of you. all you could focus on was how good you would be feeling if he’d just move. 

the empty file in front of you was becoming a blur, just like it was earlier when oscar initially set you the task. 

oscar didn’t exactly make it easy for you either. his hands were still resting on your hips, the rough pads of his fingertips drawing small shapes and patterns against the skin under your shirt. you were certain it was on purpose, as if he was trying to keep you on edge. 

when he shifted, you were sure it was innocent enough for the most part. but, there were a few times where he unnecessarily lift his hips as he scooted himself backwards, causing his tip to finally hit against your cervix. you bit your lip harshly— probably so much so it could’ve drawn blood— to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you. 

“the document’s still looking a little empty. having trouble concentrating, love?” oscar suddenly spoke up, the amusement evident in his voice. 

you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to hold back the tears, but they spilled out anyways. “i’m trying osc, i promise,” you shakily whimpered out, turning your head back to see him. 

it was sick of him, really, but oscar found great pleasure in seeing the tears fall from you. sure, he did feel a little bad, but the sight was just so pretty to see.

reaching his hand up to your face again, he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, running it down your cheek before allowing his hand to fall to his side again. 

“my pretty girl, i’m being a little mean, aren’t i?” he asked quietly, and he saw your hesitation to answer. scared incase it was a trap, another punishment lurking in the shadows. 

a small chuckle escaped oscar’s lips as you saw your eyes trying to read his face, so you knew how you should answer. “you’re allowed to agree. i am being a little mean,” he reassures you, teasingly self-aware.

you nod now, gulping slightly as you sniffle, pleading eyes boring into oscar’s, hoping he’d call the punishment off. 

oscar was nice, but he wasn’t that nice. 

“i’m not abondoning the punishment,” he started, causing a whine of sadness to escape your  pouty lips; earning another slap to your side in return. “let me finish— i’m not abandoning the punishment, but.. i’ll help you out a little bit,” he finished, making your eyes widen in shock. 

moving his right hand from your side, he dropped it to rest on your thigh. he gave the soft skin a squeeze, before his nimble fingers inches closer to your core. your whole body felt warm, your cheeks flushed and you felt dazed. almost like the overheating laptop that was hanging from your lap. 

resting his chin on your shoulder, oscar used the left hand still on your hip to grab you, adjusting his position as he pulled you closer against him. your back was flush against his chest now, and oscar was nibbling at your earlobe. 

“put the laptop down, sweetheart,” he whispered, and immediately the laptop was discarded with little care; your desperation was too strong. it wasn’t that much of an issue anyways, oscar would help with repairs if needed. 

oscar’s hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your clit with ease. he rubbed slow, small circles against it which caused you to throw your head back, lewd noises escaping your mouth. you had been desperate for pleasure for so long, and it felt almost overwhelming finally having it. 

as he gave your clit attention, he began to roll his hips every now and then, slow and deliberate thrusts ensuring you felt every single inch of him. the grip his left hand still had on your hips was painful, but it only made the experience more enjoyable. the thought of bruises being there tomorrow only turned you on more, lust completely overtaking your mind. 

“feel good?” oscar mumbled against your skin, his voice low. 

you could barely manage to think straight, never mind getting a coherent sentence out to oscar. you were lost in the waves of pleasure that were crashing throughout your body. oscar didn’t need a verbal answer though, the sounds escaping you as well as the grinding of your ass against him was enough to tell him he should keep going. 

oscar’s moves remained consistent and precise, his fingers continuing to give you the pleasure you had been praying for all night. he was switching between small, deliberate circles to fast drags of his rough fingertips, the changes helping to tip you over the edge. 

“come on, love,” he encouraged you on softly, a contrast to how he was at the start of this whole punishment tonight. “let go for me.”

and who were you to deny that request? with oscar’s expert touch and unwavering rhythm, you finished on oscar’s still-erect cock. you couldn’t stop the almost pornographic noises from leaving your mouth as you rode out your pleasure, gripping onto oscar’s strong legs to steady you. 

the release was intense, the immense teasing that lasted hours causing you to feel so much more sensitive than you usually did. when your orgasm subsided you completely let go of yourself and fell into oscar’s chest, the sheen of sweat on your back soaking his t-shirt. 

you were panting, trying to regain your breath back and kick it back into it’s regular rhythm when you felt oscar’s lips against your ear; causing your body to tense as the hairs on your body lifted. 

“this was a reminder that every action has consequences, sweetheart. nothing is over yet.”

your type | lando n.

wc: 5.7k

warnings: 18+!mdni, smut, jealous lando, p in v, nothing major.

a/n: I'm so sorry that I have not been posting as much, the writers block is real guys. I really hope I can provide some good things for you guys from now on 💞

This was a request, omg I forgot to add it 💔

"what do you think you like in a man?" The interviewers voice echo around the room. Your interview playing on the tv as lando sits on the couch.

"Cheeky, aren't you?" You laugh as you push your hair back. Pretending to think as you look at the interviewer again. "I would say tall, black hair, strong features, super built?"

The interview looks at the audience before looking at you again, "We all have a person in mind, I believe?" He teases. You roll your eyes as you laugh it off.

Lando watches intently as he leans back. He isn't someone that gets insecure easily. But seeing you speak about your type and none of them applying to him did stir something inside him.

Later the day, you got ready as you peak your head from the bedroom. "Lando, can you come here for a second?" Seeing lando walk in as you push your hair at the front. "Can you zip me up baby?"

He drags a finger down your bare back, making you chuckle. He meets the end as he zips you up. Looking into the mirror, he notices the height difference. There wasn't much but that never stood out.

Or he never noticed it stand out. "What are you looking at?" You ask out, he smiled as he shook his head. "Nothing" making you chuckle.

As you walk in to the club with lando, you kiss his cheek before departing from him to meet your girlfriends. He sits in the booth as he pulls out his phone to scroll.

He couldn't stop himself from typing the name of the person he really didn't like into the search. Scrolling through his posts, he couldn't ignore how he was actually your type.

Tall, strong features, bulky built and everything else. He locked his phone as he looked up, staring at you laughing and chatting with them.

He couldn't push away the fact that he wasn't the type of guy you wanted. And that you did have what you wanted but now, you didn't.

He didn't wanna disturb you with his sudden mood today, that's why he came out today. But now, he didn't want anything else than just get back.

You spotted his sudden mood change as he shifts in his seat. Stealing glances as you excuse yourself. "You okay?" You ask. Lando looked at you, he nodded with a small smile.

You frowned, "do you wanna leave?" Lando shook his head. "Go enjoy, I'll just be in the car" there was definitely something wrong.

As the night came to an end, you and lando entered the apartment again. You finally decide to break the silence, "okay, spill. What's going on?" You ask with a frown. Throwing your bag and phone on the couch.

Your hands on your hips as you look at him. His hands in his pocket. "What do you mean?" You sighed, "there is definitely something wrong"

Lando sighed, his hand coming to rub his eyes before rubbing his whole face before he looked at you again. "Why did you choose me?"

"What?"

"Like, why me?" The question echoed again. Your eyes widen, what did he mean. "What do you mean?" He sighed again, walking closer to you. "I mean you definitely had a type and I'm not in that"

Your mouth gaped, "what are you on about?" Lando closed his eyes before opening them again. "the interview and your type"

"oh.. OH. That?" The realization slowly crept in. "that was nothing baby. I was just mentioning qualities, nothing else"

Lando shook his head before walking back to the couch. You could feel that he didn't believe it. You sat besides him, calling out his name.

He looked at you, "am I enough for you?" The question heavy in the air. You could see him swallow, his brows furrowed. You didn't say anything, just leaned forward till you connected lips with him.

His lips instantly responding, moving against yours. One of your hands come to cup his cheek while his hand holds the back of your neck. The other wraps around your waist as he shifts you on his lap.

You straddle him, both knees on either side. His hand stays on your hip. Lips moving in sync as leans back, making you lean towards him.

You felt his hand slide inside your dress and in-between your thighs. He pushed your neck towards him more, your hands wrap around his arm.

"I need you" whispered in-between the kiss, his words a bit breathless but less than yours. You nodded, his hands leaving your body to unbutton his jeans.

He pulled himself out as he looked at you, silently asking for permission. Your hands wrap around his shoulder as you supported yourself on you knees. His hand pushing the underwear aside as he swiped a few times.

Gathering the slickness, rubbing it on top of his tip. He lined himself to your entrance as his hands grab your hips. Only pushing the tip in before he pulled out. Continuing this a few times.

You whine out a bit making him chuckle. He finally let you fully sink down. God, it has been a fucking minute. His dick stretching your walls out. every little vein, you felt it.

"You like it?" He chuckled. His voice a bit breathless, like a whisper. You nodded, bucking your hips a bit. His hand guides your hips up and down.

"The dick enough for you?" His hand traveled to your lower back, pushing you towards him more. Your head placed on his shoulder. He turned his head for his lip to be close to your ear.

"Come on, tell me" he whispered. "Yes" you breathed out. Your hips being moved by his hand.

Suddenly the air was knocked out of your lungs as he snapped his hip upwards. Making his dick touch the gushy spot inside.

You gasp out his name as your arms tighten around him. Hearing a chuckle, he did it again. "What happened baby?" He cooed, you could hear the smirk dripping from his voice. But you were too distracted making noises to complain.

"Mhm, too drunk on my dick to respond?" He whispered again. This time, he wanted an answer. "I expect an answer princess" , every word whispered with a match of his hip.

You cried out as you nodded. He groaned as he felt you clench around him. "This enough for you?" He continued. "Yes" His smirk grew.

"Always?" His hips dig into you more. You cry out more, nodding desperately. He felt your climax coming as your clench more and more.

"Say it, I wanna hear them" he whispered out. He moved away from your ear, wanting to see your face as it contorted with pleasure.

"You are" you cried out as a harsh snap of his hip digged deeper. "Continue" you gasp out. His hips making it hard for you to concentrate on your words. Your nails digging into his biceps.

"Enough" another one. "For" again. "Me" with the final one, you couldn't hold onto anymore. The knot in your stomach finally twisting open as the pleasure takes over you.

Your eyes closed, breathing uneven and your hands lay flat around his arm now. Your body limp as your slip towards him. He stroked your cheek. The black tearstained cheeks making a twisted part of him feel a bit satisfied.

"You did so good" he kissed your forehead. His hand brushing your hair out of your face. "Always a good girl for me, always" his voice soft.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he said as he picked you up. His dick still inside you but neither of you cared. Just being comfortable in each others presence.

Lando smiled down at you, his thoughts about not being your type or enough for you now not even present in his mind. The only thoughts being you and only you.

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🏎️ so in honour of oscar getting bumped down to p7, maybe some angry sex to release pent up frustration???? but it’s not how we expect it at all cause he would be messy asf

I’m so glad he got 2nd today 🥹

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The aftermath of the race hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension radiating from Oscar as he stormed into the hotel room. The unexpected demotion to P7 had clearly taken its toll, his normally calm demeanor replaced by a simmering frustration that was evident in every line of his body.

You watched from the bed as he paced the room, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to work through his anger. The sight of him so worked up was both concerning and oddly electrifying, a potent mix of emotions that made your heart race.

“Oscar,” you called softly, hoping to break through the storm of emotions swirling around him.

He paused, his gaze snapping to you, eyes dark with a mix of frustration and desire. “I just… I needed that win,” he muttered, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. “I needed it, and it was taken from me.”

You understood his pain, the weight of the expectations and the pressure he put on himself. You wanted to comfort him, to help him release the pent-up frustration in a way that would bring you both closer. Rising from the bed, you crossed the room to stand before him, your hands reaching out to gently touch his chest.

“It’s okay to be angry,” you murmured, your touch soothing as you moved closer. “But let’s channel that anger into something else, something that will make you feel better.”

Oscar’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and understanding, his body slowly relaxing under your touch. He nodded, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. The heat between you was immediate, the air charged with a different kind of tension now.

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and hungry. The frustration melted into desire, his hands roaming your body with a need that was almost palpable. You responded eagerly, your own need rising to meet his, the intensity of the moment consuming you both.

Oscar’s touch was messy, his usual careful control slipping away as he let his emotions guide him. His hands were everywhere, sliding under your shirt, pulling you closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance of passion and urgency.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I need you, now.”

The raw need in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, your own desire flaring in response. “Then take me,” you whispered back, your voice breathless with anticipation.

Oscar didn’t need any further encouragement. He moved quickly, his hands deftly removing your clothes, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. He shed his own clothes just as quickly, his movements a mix of urgency and desperation.

When he finally pushed you down onto the bed, his body covering yours, the heat between you was almost unbearable. He kissed you again, his hands tangling in your hair, his body pressing you into the mattress. The intensity of his need was overwhelming, his movements driven by the frustration and anger that had been building all day.

He entered you with a single thrust, the suddenness of it making you gasp. The sensation was immediate and intense, your body arching up to meet his. Oscar’s hands gripped your hips, his movements rough and uncoordinated as he sought to lose himself in you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the slap of skin against skin, the ragged breaths and soft moans that escaped your lips. Oscar’s control was gone, his usual careful rhythm replaced by a desperate need to find release.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of pleasure and pain. The intensity of it all was almost too much, your body trembling with the force of it. But you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want the connection to break.

Oscar’s hands moved to your thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist, changing the angle and driving him deeper. The new position sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your breath hitching as you clung to him even tighter.

He was relentless, his thrusts hard and fast, his grip on your hips almost bruising. But it was exactly what you needed, the roughness and intensity matching the chaotic storm of emotions inside you. The pleasure built steadily, a tight coil of desire winding tighter and tighter with each movement.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “I can’t… it’s too much…”

“You can take it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I need you to take it.”

His words sent a thrill through you, his dominance a potent aphrodisiac. You surrendered completely, letting him drive you to the edge and beyond. The pleasure built to a fever pitch, your body trembling with the effort to hold on.

When your orgasm finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless and shaking. Oscar didn’t let up, his movements relentless as he chased his own release. The overstimulation was almost too much, your body convulsing with the intensity of it.

With a final, desperate thrust, Oscar found his release, his body shuddering against yours. He collapsed onto you, his breath hot against your neck as you both rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

As the intensity faded, a soft silence settled over you. Oscar lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s okay,” you whispered, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. “I needed it too.”

He returned your smile, his eyes softening as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. “For understanding, for being here.”

Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

3136 words | ⚠️ Smut

Title from Funeral Grey by Waterparks

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

Up on ao3 too

Call Me (If You Want My Skin)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a dick,”

“You liked it.”

[09:33 p.m.] — M. VERSTAPPEN

CONTAINS: afab!reader, dubcon, manipulative!max, slightly toxic, p in v.

Max fumbled with his zipper, going as fast as he possibly could do as you stared at him with wide eyes leaning on the bed, beneath him. “Don’t go back on your word now,” He muttered, finally winning the fight against his jeans slipping out of them, underwear included making his cock spring out. He wastes no time on wrapping his thick fingers around his length, still hovering over you.

“You’re going to let me do it, right schatje?” You nod shyly, blood rushing to your face at the sight of him so exposed. He releases the grip on his cock and uses his hands to spread your legs further, watching your skirt rile up, a peek of your panties coming to view.

“Just the tip, right Maxie?” He hums, pressing his thumb on top of your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness pooled there slowly stroking it and making you jump. He licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, exposing your sex to him. He aligns himself with your hole, the tip of his cock pressing against it.

“Yes, just the tip.” He presses, your cunt engulfing the head of his cock and he can’t help but laugh, watching your face screw, muffling a whimper with your hand. “Maybe a little more, baby, would you let me?” He coos.

You gulped, not sure if you want any more than what was already happening, but he didn’t let you answer. “You want this, I know you do, right schatje?” You gave in, a tiny nod in response as he didn’t wasted time and thrusted into you, filling your cunt with his thick cock.

The sick grin on his face was nothing new to you.

High For This ♥️

Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader

you don’t know what’s in store, but you know what you’re here for (trust me girl, you’ll wanna be high for this)

You’re celebrating your P2 out at a London club, hoping the shots you’re taking drown out the annoyance at having lost to your rival, Max Verstappen, yet again. But there’s something a little extra in the tequila tonight that has you set afire for the Dutch Lion. He’s all too happy to put the pretty Ferrari princess in her place - right underneath him.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, sub! Reader, aphrodisiac use, breeding kink, mention of babytrapping, dubcon, size kink, WC 3.7k

The music in the nightclub is head pounding, the loud bass sending vibrations along the dancefloor and up your petite frame. It’s hard to keep track of where your friends have gone amongst all the flashing neon lights and you have to use all your energy to focus on keeping them in sight.

You hadn’t expected to go this crazy tonight, truly. It was meant to be a relaxed night out at dinner with a few friends to celebrate your P2 today in Silverstone. An outstanding result for Ferrari’s first female driver, and anyone else would be celebrating grandly for ending up on the podium as a rookie instead of having a lowkey night! But the victory was bittersweet for you as P1 had been stolen by an….aggressive driver who’d almost slammed you into the walls when you tried to go overtake him. Max Verstappen, Redbull’s golden boy, wasn’t going to give up his status as reigning champion for anyone - even if she was the latest media sensation as the new, pretty Ferrari driver.

It was so unfair, you thought, how Max always seemed to respectfully drive wheel to wheel with your teammate, Charles. You got that they’d driven together for years but didn’t you deserve to be treated with some goddamn respect too? You’d earned your seat, after all, having leaped through endless hoops and battles to get your position and ranking consistently each race! But even though both the Ferrari drivers could make Max sweat, he only seemed to care about his childhood rival, Charles.

Meanwhile, anytime you’d try to sweetly smile at him in the post race debrief and congratulate him, he would ignore you completely at best - or look like he wanted to cut off the conversation at worst. He was probably just a sore loser who couldn’t handle feeling threatened by a girl, you thought sourly a couple races ago when he yet again ignored you, acting as if you didn’t exist but animatedly laughing with your teammate.

So you’d pushed down any feelings of awe or admiration you’d once had growing up for the Dutch Lion and traded them in to throw shady insults and catty comments in the post race interviews. They definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the media, who had a field day with the normally perfect Ferrari princess finally giving them something to gossip about - her star crossed rivalry with the reigning Redbull champion who’s started to turn his stormy gaze on you with the recent change in your attitude. If he was going to just ignore you either way, you thought smugly after your post-race interview today, you might as well have some fun with it.

Tonight you were dragged out by your friends to at least enjoy a nice dinner after P2 - even though you’d been upset about missing out on P1 again. But dinner had turned into cocktails, and then into hopping around a few bars, and finally you’d ended up in a popular booming nightclub, littered with socialites and many of the F1 paddock personalities - even your fellow Ferrari driver. Charles had come upto congratulate you when you arrived, even though you could tell from the clench of his jaw he hadn’t been happy with a rookie outperforming him today. See, you thought brattily. If even your teammate could put his ego aside why did the Redbull champion have to act so up himself?

Your friends distracted you from your tension by handing you a shot. Feeling quite sober, you’d easily slammed it back, and then were handed another. You swear you hadn’t had anymore than that, knowing you were in a very large, popular club with phones trained on you as a pretty F1 driver.

Yet you found yourself feeling heady in the lights and sweat of the neon club, head thumping to the rhythm of the bass as you twirled your body to the beat. Your friends had thought you were finally letting loose and had excitedly gone to get more drinks, and deposited you at Charles’s side while they went to the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a handsome, tall figure at your teammate’s side, intently listening as his muscled forearm nursed a beer. Max.

You can’t resist the scowl on your face as you recognise him. When both drivers immediately turn to you, you realise that you’d accidentally said his name out loud. Oops. Just ignore me. Like you usually do.

Charles glances between you two, somewhat amused, as Max’s eyes narrow at the overly sweet tone that don’t blunt your bratty words. Before your teammate could intervene, his phone rings, with his girlfriend Alex’s photo popping onto the screen. Making you promise to wait here for your friends, Charles takes off into the crowd to find his girl.

You sighed deeply as you watched him go, leaning your head against your palm as you leaned against the counter. Your body felt so heavy suddenly, as if you couldn’t support it anymore. Strange, you really hadn’t thought you’d drunk that much…

Max chuckles lowly next to you. Maybe the precious Ferrari princess just can’t handle her alcohol. You did only have two drinks, after all.

You try to snap your head towards him and glare, but your movements feel sluggish. What, are stalking me now, Verstappen?

For some reason you’re feeling hotter now, almost by the second, fanning yourself despite the cute matching miniskirt and cropped long sleeve set you were wearing. The very picture of the pretty princess you’d been nicknamed, of course, your lush figure and caramel skin highlighted by the revealing and tight outfit. Max is watching you intently, tilting his head to the side. With a start you realize he’s never focused that icy blue gaze directly into your brown doe eyes before - not that you’d noticed, at least. It makes you feel even hotter, pink flush spreading across your chubby cheeks as you dazedly look up at the much taller and broader Dutchman.

Then he’s asking if you want to go somewhere quieter, cool down. You faintly remember promising Charles you’d stay at the bar for your friends but in the moment you take to hesitate, Max has taken your small hand in his and lead you through the crowd. His warm skin against yours makes you feel even hotter, a fire now spreading through your body. You’ve never felt like this before, stumbling in your strappy heels but his strong, vein arm is immediately around your waist and pulling you into him.

Max, you say breathily, letting your head fall against his broad chest as he easily guided you into a secluded hallway. His heartbeat against your ear sounds sounds so much calmer and slower than your rapidly beating one. You feel so desperate for something, but you don’t know what. You close your eyes for a second because your eyelids feel so heavy, and then you’re being lowered onto a sofa, the amazing relief of an aircon blowing across your tanned skin.

You can’t help but moan at the sensation, pretty nipples hardening in the chill and your back arching to bring yourself closer to the cool air as your head lies back. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you see Max sitting next to you, his icy blue eyes still fixed on your cute blushing face, on your thick, glossy lips that were now parted and breathing heavily. You’re in some sort of private VIP booth, you realise slowly, the door firmly closed behind Max, with the neon red lighting and thumping bass making it clear the club was on the other side.

You feel like you’re forgetting something but it takes all your energy to focus on what it is. Oh! That’s right - I need to tell my frie-friends where I went, you say, feeling out of breath, looking down for your phone but seeing it’s nowhere in sight. Max takes a slow swig of his beer, his gaze also wandering down your body, taking in the way your generous curves were on display in the slutty outfit you’d worn instead of your race suit for once. Already told them, he says casually. They already left to the next club, said they’d meet you there once you’d…settled down a bit.

Oh. You blink, still flushed, your throat feeling parched. Can-can I have some water then, Max?

He smirks. You’re so much cuter when you’re all shy like this. Go on then, get your water.

He gestures behind him, where a pitcher of cool water sits - but with the wall on one side of you and a table directly in front, you have no choice but to go over Max who’s blocking you in. Normally, you would’ve just stood up, or even told him to fuck off and get you the water. But you feel so heavy, so clouded, that it just feels right to just crawl over Max’s legs, to reach past him and grab the jug with a hand…

You’re gulping down the refreshing water, feeling temporary relief to the dryness in your throat. When you finally put the jug down you find that you’re firmly in Max’s lap, your plush thighs straddling his hips and his large hands gripping onto your soft waist. You can’t quite remember just how you ended up like this, so you whine a little and wiggle your hips to try you slide off him. But his grip tightens, angling you forward so that you can feel something very large and hard pressed up against your skirt. He’s eyeing your tits hungrily, your nipples so painfully hard now that the edge of them are peeking out over the top of your neckline. Max licks his smirking lips. Feeling a little hot, Princess? He coos. Do your pretty little tits hurt? Want me to make them feel better?

You quickly shake your head, your pride still standing strong, not sure what he’s talking about when he says he can take away the pain -

But then he’s moving your small body easily against his hard on, his powerful hands controlling your hips. You whine then because oh, this is what he meant, it feels so good, Maxie. Your tiny palms latch onto his muscled shoulders as sparks shoot up your cunny from the delicious friction of his jeans pressing into your soaked panties. You’ve never felt this sensitive before, felt so responsive to someone’s touch…but of course Max would be able to do this. He was just so good at everything. He was the driver you’d always had a childhood crush on - that apparently hadn’t faded away as you bury your whining mouth into his thick, muscular neck, suckling and biting weakly. He chuckles, his large ands greedily roaming across your barely clothed back, sending shivers everytime his skin touched yours. It’s so hot, Maxie, I feel like I’m burning-

When he sweetly whispers that he could take your clothes off, just the outer layer of course, he’d let you keep your bra and panties on. You’re nodding obediently, even the act of moving your heavy head feels too much and grateful he’s here to help you take your miniskirt and crop top off and toss them to the side.

If you were a bit more alert you might realize that you’re now in your rival’s lap, jumping and grinding on his jeans in your cute white lace lingerie. But instead all you can focus on is how good grinding against his impressive hard on feels, mmh, oh my god, even your vibrator couldn’t make you so wet-

Max laughs in your ear. He teasingly asks if your fans know about your little toy, wasn’t that too naughty for their perfect princess to use? He didn’t believe it…unless you told him exactly what you fantasized about when using it, hmm?

The heady feeling from the drinks, from the tension, from Max’s addictive touch sending sparks all over your body as he squeezes your plump ass, has you spilling secrets you never thought you would. About how you’d always think of a certain blonde Dutchman when using your tiny bullet vibrator, biting your lip and imagining how much more exciting the post race interview would be if you two had some other physical way of proving who deserved to win….

You can barely keep track of what’s happening next because the pleasure you’re feeling is already so overwhelming. You can only think about how good you feel, of how Max is huskily whispering that he knows, Princess, what you always wanted because he’d heard you through your hotel walls moaning his name.

You’re so caught up in it all you’re not sure how you ended up panting into Max’s mouth, his tongue shoved deep past your lips as he languidly explores your mouth to his liking. And dazedly you realize your hands are gripping onto his bare shoulders as he’s shirtless now, your soft chest all flushed up against his hard pecs. At least you were wearing your underwear, so it wasn’t that bad-

You finally notice that your lacey bra is actually nowhere in sight, and your bare, juicy tits are now bouncing up against him with each grind. And at some point your cute panties have been ripped in half, hanging on by shreds as Max’s teasing fingers are now toying with your dripping slit from behind.

You squeal, completely startled at the new position, embarrassed that you’re so wet, you hadn’t even known you could do that - so Max lifts you up to throw his jeans to the side because you were making such a mess, Princess. Your mouth eagerly finds his, the deep passionate kiss providing some mind numbing relief to the burning desire you feel. Filthy sounds fill the air - from your kissing, you think dreamily. But you’re so wet you hadn’t even noticed his thick fingers slipping inside until he was buried deep, pumping them in and out of your tight cunny easily.

Within seconds he has you cumming, spraying slick everywhere and making Max smack your ass aggressively as punishment for making such a mess all over his lap. You tear up at his mocking tone, your wide doe eyes pleading for his mercy. He tells you there’s only one way you can make it upto him, a wicked smile on his face as he rubs your pouting thick lips.

That’s how you end up with his cock shoved down your throat, choking and drooling on it as he moans and praises you. Sitting on your generous ass in between his spread thighs, your tiny palms rapidly jerk off his base while you worship his cockhead. You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as this in your entire life, your pussy continuously gushing and leaving slick all over the dirty club floor. You blush prettily when he tangles his hands through your dark curls, thrusting his hips to fuck your eager mouth.

Things are getting hazier and hazier and your eyes can’t keep themselves open, so overwhelmed from all the sensations and dirty sounds that sounds straight of a porn video filling the air. When you blink them open them ages, you’re lying on your back on the sofa, looking up at the dim red eyes dazedly. And then you feel the delicious mind numbing pleasure in between your legs, and look down to see Max grunting as he thrusts something thick and veiny in between your spread thighs, sweat dripping down his abs.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that it’s his cock, all thick and angry looking, that he’s bullying into your pussy - making you take him completely raw. Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel like something’s wrong, like maybe he’s forgetting something. But it feels so good that you’re squirting again all over him, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut while he praises you for being such a good, obedient little girl…why weren’t you like this all the time, hmm?

Your mixed juices have ruined the sofa beyond any hopes of repair. Max will have to leave a cheque behind for the clubowner, he thinks wickedly. But that’s for later. For now, he only cares about your twitching, sensitive body underneath him that he’s meanly abusing to pleasure his cock. Your tiny cunny is stretched impossibly wide, so much that it should hurt but instead it feels so addictive, making you pant ah, ah! even in your semi lucid state.

Max grins devilishly as his gaze shifts from your glazed eyes to watch the messy sight of himself sliding in and out of you. He looks even hotter to you in the red neon lighting, all sculpted jawline and his muscled, broad figure highlighted above your much smaller body. He’s gripping you by the hips to move you up and down his length, watching your drooling pussy cover his aching cock in your sticky sweet cum, a creamy white ring forming around his base.

It feels so fuckin’ good you whine, your head lost in cloud 9 of sinful pleasure. You’re confused because you know you’ve already cum twice, and normally would feel so overstimulated by now. But the desire and raw lust is just getting stronger and stronger. It’s all cause you’ve been ignoring how attractive you’ve always found the blonde currently having his was with you, your blissed out brain convinces. So when Max presses down, and you can feel his warm chest up against your bouncing tits, and you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately beg him for more.

He smirks, pleased with your obedience, and doesn’t hesitate to ask you to use your words, Princess, making you spell out how you wanted him to fuck you harder, please, you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t cum-

Max makes sure to give you exactly what you so sweetly asked, your cute face flushed and breathless as you gazed adoringly up at him with hearts in your eyes. Your throat becomes raw from how much you scream his name without any regard for who might hear as you reach your high, squirting on his cock, for the third time that night. Your fucked our body finally passes out and you’re sinking into a blissful sleep, finally satisfied. But you don’t know that you’re still split open with him deep inside you as he selfishly chases his own high. His large palms greedily roam all over your pliable body on display under him, biting your soft skin to mark his territory.

The next time you open your brown doe eyes, you’re in an unfamiliar dark room, sprawled across a comfortable white bed. An alarm clock tells you it’s well into the next morning, and you’re sure your manager is furious with the morning debrief you missed hours ago. You’re confused again, not sure how you ended up here, and then your mind catches up to feel a warm and large body pressed into you from behind. Their strong arms are caged around you, so strong that you can’t move, their toned chest rising with every breath they take in deep sleep.

You let out a panicked gasp, the earlier desperation between your thighs now gone intense and replaced with fear at the unknown location, at the unknown man who’s behind you-

Shhhh, prinses, a deep, familiar Dutch voice sleepily murmurs in your ear. It’s just me, hmm?

You immediately relax, a pretty blush spreading across your face as it turns out you’d gone home with the handsome Redbull champion. He hums, the low sound vibrating across your neck and making somehow making desire bloom in your gut despite how thoroughly you’d been fucked last night.

You find yourself teasingly pressing your juicy ass behind you, grinding on his impressive morning wood. He growls, still half asleep himself, but when you brattily grind harder he rewards you with his wandering large hands. You eagerly moan as he squeezes your luscious tits and rolls your pretty dusky nipples in between his fingers, letting out a squeal when he occasionally pinches them.

Soon enough the air is filled with the raunchy sounds of your cunny being used as Max’s hands slide down your hickey covered hips and he sinks a finger into your wet heat. You’re so impossibly wet, and you can’t tell what’s yours and what’s his. Did y-you cum last night Maxie? You ask breathlessly. You’re getting deja vú, as hazy memories of last night surface. You used a condom, right?

He stop your anxious questions by sliding his tongue back into your pouting mouth, darkly promising you that he’d tried to put on the condom, really, but you’d begged and begged him to cum inside, remember? You kept asking to be filled up until it dripped down your legs cause there was so much of it.

You flush furiously at his words, embarrassed of your earlier slutty actions and obediently buried your teary face into the pillow when he pressed down on your head. You let him replace his fingers with his raging erection instead, grunting with each thrust that rocks your petite form underneath him. The silk pillowcase is quickly ruined with your tears and drooling tongue as he presses a heavy palm in between your shoulder blades and practically fucks you into the mattress.

And when Max finally tenses above you, panting into your ear and gripping your ass as he presses his weight down on you from behind, your pussy twitches and spasms as he floods your walls again with his gooey, thick cum. It tastes so good so good, too you think when he sinks his fingers into your folds and makes you lick them clean.

Safe to say, the Dutch Lion had ruined the precious Ferrari Princess for good and left her craving his thick creampies. The sight of you diligently taking your pill every morning as he watched you from his bed, early Monaco sunshine filling it as your scandalous affair continued well after the season, regularly filled Max with annoyance.

But the dark look on his face always disappears by the time you’re crawling back into his strong arms and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Maybe one of these days he’d have to replace your little pills with some of his own again to keep you off the grid and in his bed…permanently. You’d look so pretty knocked up with a Verstappen brat, after all.

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A/N: I can never resist an enemies with sexual tension with max he’s just so coded for that. Thank you all for the amazing requests I am buzzing with ideas, lmk what you think of this!! 🫶

Ollie finding your toy🤭

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Toys|OB

Word count 1,047

Warning innocent Ollie, sex toy, fingering, mentions of oral sex, teaching Ollie

You and Ollie have been dating a few months. He was still a virgin well being the older one by a year in the relationship you had way more sexual experience than Ollie. That is also why you had a rose vibrator to keep yourself satisfied until Ollie was ready you didn’t want to pressure him. The furthest you and Ollie went was a few heated make out sessions and he had touched your boobs recently. Ollie had a key to your place so well you were in the shower Ollie let himself in. Your rose vibrator was hidden away. Ollie liked to look through your room even though you told him “ that it was violating your privacy”. This lead to a couple arguments with him but Ollie was oh so curious. Whilst you were in the shower Ollie was looking through your drawers and found the rose vibrator. Ollie turned it on in his hands and it was powerful. Ollie knew something about sex but he had no idea what he was holding in his hand. You do clean it after every use it so it was not dirty. Him touching that toy was the closest he has been to your pussy.

You came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and you definitely did not expect your innocent boyfriend to be holding your sex toy in his hands. He said to you “ what this baby”. You said “ that’s my toy”. Ollies says so innocently“a kid toys”. You say “ no Ollie it’s an adult toy that’s makes me feel good silly”. Ollie says “ how does it make me you feel good”. You say “ want to see baby” in a seductive voice. Ollie says “ yes”. You take the toy from him and sit on the your bed. Taking your towel off. You say “ firstly Ollie I have to turn it on”. You turn the toy on hearing the vibrating noise you and your pussy knows so well. You only bought the rose toy to try out as you heard good things about it and it definitely exceeded your expectations. This is the first time Ollie has seen your pussy and he did know what to expect. You spread your legs wide so Ollie can get a better view. You say “ the second thing is you put it in”. You put the toy on your clit and you feel the familiar sucking motion on it. Ollie asked “ where did you put the toy”. You say “ on my clitoris also known as the clit is has many nerve endings and is very sensitive and can be stimulated in many ways such as such as circles, rubbing it or you can suck it with your mouth”. Ollie says “ wow what’s the toy doing to you”. Ollie could hear the little moans you were letting out it was turning him on. You say “ it’s sucking on my clit”.

A few minutes later.

Ollie heard your moans were getting loud and he would be lying to himself if he didn’t want to put his fingers in you and bring you more pleasure than that toy ever could. After the first time he puts his fingers in you he knew you were never going to use that stupid device again. Ollie let you finish with the toy and when you took that toy out your pussy and it was covered in your juices damm that was hot. Ollie said to you “ could I put my fingers in you and give you a second orgasm please”. You were surprised by when Ollie said this but were not oppressed to the idea. You said “ give me two fingers”. You knew Ollie had no idea what he was doing. You took Ollie two fingers and let him run them through your folds feeling your wetness. You say “ I have two lips in a way the Labia majora which is the bigger one and is on the outside and the Labia minora which are my smaller lips on the inside”. You then take Ollie’s fingers to your clit and say “ this is the clit hood and underneath is the clit you move Ollie fingers in small circles and let out a small moan letting him know that feels good. You let go of his hand and you let Ollie do that for about two minutes letting out moans just so he knows how good a job he is doing. You then bring Ollie’s fingers down to your entrance. You say to him “ move them in and out”. Ollie does that and hits your g spot. You let out the loudest moan of the night that the downside of the rose toy is if you wan to stimulate your g spot you have to use your fingers or a dildo. Ollie asks “ what am I stimulating”. You say “ that’s my g spot you rub against that with your fingers and during penetration you saw Ollie’s face blush red when you said that you use your dick against it and that will make me cum” and also “ Ollie most women can’t cum from penetration alone they need foreplay which can be fingering or oral or even using a toy”. Ollie kept hitting your g spot. You say to him “ use your thumb on my clit at the same time it makes everything better”. Ollie use his thumb on your clit at the same time. Ollie can hear you moaning loud and suddenly Ollie feels you walls tighten. Ollie said “ why you getting tight around my fingers”. You say “ that means I’m gonna cum soon”. Soon after you said that you came all over his finger covering them in your juices.

Ollie took his fingers out your pussy and saw them covered. He asks “ is that your cum on my fingers and can I taste it”. You say “ yes and you can taste it”. Ollie put his fingers up to his mouth and tastes you for the first time. Ollie immediately say after tasting you “ can we do oral next time you taste good”. You say “ sure what ever you want Ollie baby and you need to do aftercare”. You teach Ollie aftercare. Let’s just say Ollie learnt a lot more than the internet can teach him that night.