𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 — Lando Norris X F!reader

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.”

mille-fuelle (idk how the fuck to spell it) with a side of vodka shot pls! make it verstappen pls!

the bakery menu!

there is still tons of sweet treats on the menu at the bakery! submit your own order!

mill-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + vodka shot (rough sex) served to you by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, praise kink, (loosely) translated dutch, handcuffs/bondage, (low) doggy style, (slight) dom/sub

the off season was tiring. despite it being the off season. most used it as a chance to catch up on much needed sleep or go on a vacation. some even just laid in bed for the first week of the off-season to just relax.

you and max had different plans.

after the first week of the off season, max had turned of his phone and put it on the dining table, to be left there for a day or two. you did the same, telling your friends and family that you and max were going on a boat trip for a few days.

you didn't want anyone to worry, especially when you knew that you'd be limping by the end of your little escapade. sparse visits over the year have left you both painfully pent up, it felt like over the season the only time you two saw one another was for cute photo-ops, there was very little room for intimacy between your career and his. so the off-season, nothing else mattered except for scratching that itch.

max made sure that you got a meal in you, he wasn't going to neglect your needs because he needed to get his cock wet. he even took the lead and made you breakfast (he really did miss you). While the eggs were perfect, the bacon was a little more crispy than you liked it.

"it's amazing." you giggled as you took another bite. max lingered against you like a shadow, his arm slung around you as he kissed at your neck a little. you turned your head to look at him and he kissed you on the lips.

"i'm excited."

you reached to him and cupped his face, then looked into his blue eyes, "well, hold your horses, i have a surprise for you." and then let go of him so you could quickly finish.

you didn't see max's curious expression at the surprise you had for him. he still followed you while you cleaned up, those large hands on your hips and his lips on your neck. you could feel his clothed erection up against your backside,

"so what's the surprise?" he asked as he held you as you put the plate in the drying rack.

you looked over your shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, then said, "surprise, verstappen." once you were done cleaning up, he followed you into the bedroom.

you apologized to the cats as you closed the door to the room. you could tell that max was getting antsy, why wouldn't he be? he had another stellar season but at the cost of being away from his woman.

"mooi meisje, waarom laat je me wachten?" he asked softly as he sat on the bed you two shared. his cock was pressed against the front of his loose shorts.

you turned away from him and went to your underwear drawer, as you dug around in it you responded, "omdat sommige verrassingen de moeite waard zijn om geheim te houden."

he sighed through his nose, his cock throbbed in his pants. dutch may not be the most sensual language, but he cursed the day that he decided to painstakingly teach you the language. it was almost like second nature to you, and it made his heart beat faster. he leaned back on his hands and watched you pull out a pair of Velcro wrist restraints.

using handcuffs seemed a little cliche, and the idea of losing the key and having to figure out how to get max out of them wasn't something you were interested in. they were softer around the wrists and easier to get out of.

"liefde?" he asked with a bit of concern.

you approached him and placed them in his lap, "if you don't want to try it, then say it. if you want to, tell me." you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

his face felt hot as he said, "i'm guessing you're wearing them?"

you smiled, "next time you can wear them." and could feel your boyfriend's burning gaze as you got out of your sleeping clothes. which was honestly just a ratty red bull t-shirt and slightly too big sleeping shorts. your sports bra and panties were off as well and when you looked at max once more, he had his shirt off and his cock in his hand. his shorts were pushed down and his gaze was heavy.

"you look good." he said, his words heavy on his tongue.

you came of and straddled his waist for a moment, his cock brushed against your pussy but you never sank down on it. you could see his jaw tense.

you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tender kiss. you felt his hands on your hips, he was threatening to pull you right down on his cock. the kiss quickly parted and you got up from his lap and onto the bed. max was close to you once more with teh cuffs in hand.

"i guess we need a safe word."

you were already one step ahead, "red bull."

he got you onto your hands and knees on the bed and slowly got your arms behind your back. it was then secured by the cuffs. max could've lost it in that moment, the site of you was erotic. his naked girlfriend with her arms tied behind her back. he couldn't wait any longer, it was driving him up the wall.

he got his shorts full off and his hand on your hip. it wasn't hard for him to sink his entire length into your aching cunt. he held the chain that connected both of the cuffs to the center of your back, you weren't going anywhere.

you groaned when you felt his cock deep in your cunt, the stretch was amazing. while it left you a little tender for days after, it was the type of ache that stirred your stomach.

the sex was rough, there was little tenderness. and max at least tried to be romantic when he pleasured you, but this carnal need was driving both of you. your heart thumped in your chest, the rush of pleasure made your head throb.

his pace was quick and feral, his grip was tight on you. he wanted to make sure you didn't go slipping away. as if you ever would. he ran his fingers through his hair while he still held you down. he could feel the sweat on his body begin to form as the bedroom became hotter.

the morning light shined through the open window as the two of you fucked with a hot passion. it felt like striking hot iron with the sparks that scattered as a result.

"that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl." he panted heavily in your ear as he kissed your temple. you moaned in response and he pressed his nose into your hairline for a moment as he had you practically bouncing on his cock.

you whined, "shit, max, ah!" each thrust felt like a short circuit to your brain. his words were filthy, his voice was hot and low. you could feel him rearrange your guts.

the bed creaked against the wall and you felt the air leave your lungs. sometimes it drove you crazy how intensely max's cock made you feel. before sex was just a fun past time with a partner, but with max is made you ache inside and out.

he rutted up into you, his cock gave a small twitch inside of you. he could hear you sweet little pants and moans into the covers. you looked like a fucking dream, his beautiful girl.

"you're so good for me, my love." he groaned, "you feel so fucking tight around me and i don't know what to do with myself. you drive me mad. i want you all the time." he panted heavily, "it was all i could think of during the races, your tight pussy around my cock. i always wondered if i could get you to fit in the car with me, bounce you on the my cock while the engine rumbled. you'd like that, wouldn't you, slet."

you swallowed, while the idea was probably unrealistic, the thought of it was rather erotic. the almost claustrophobia of being so close to him in a tight space.

you didn't have to respond for him to say, 'i know you'd hate it, right? because you're my good right, correct?"

you nodded and moaned a little louder as you felt the thrill of lust climb through your body. you squirmed under the restraints, it was a little bit of tension on your shoulders but it did make you core ache. you panted dumbly against the covers as he fucked you with a heavy heat.

"pretty fucking little thing." he growled as he pushed your top half further into the soft mattress. the angle gave him the best place to cram his heavy cock into your sweet cunt.

you felt the moans fold off your tongue as you felt the pleasure capture you whole and climax crashed down on you. it felt like your earth was shattered when it grabbed hold. you whined, "holy shit, max."

he chuckled and felt the wetness between your legs only grow more, he doubled down his thrusts and left you totally pinned under him. he rutted into you like an animal in heat, even as your pathetic little moans rang in his ear.

"honey, ah. that's a good girl. fuck you're mine." he groaned as he bottomed out into you. his cock nudged against your cervix and spat cum against it. while made your back arch.

"fuck." you panted.

he pulled out and quickly, without much through took off the cuffs. he took you in his arms and laid down beside you, spooning you. his larges hands massaged your wrists. even though they didn't hurt.

he peppered the back of your neck with kisses. so loving, so kind despite how rough he was moments earlier. max worshiped you, praised you like the sun.

"my beautiful girl." he sighed contently.

"the cuffs felt good." you responded, your legs tangled in his.

he kissed under your ear and said quietly in your ear, "maybe next time i need to tie you up fully." he chuckled a little as he held you in his arms.

it was good to be home. <3

Secrets Unveiled - Charles LeClerc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

-15 minutes ealier-

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

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

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

-Present time-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LANDO NORRIS, SHY.

cw: SMUT, p in v, established rel, orgasm, nail digging n more . . .

lando was never the shy one in your relationship, especially not in bed. you rarely had the chance to take the lead.

you didn't mind, though. in fact, you actually preferred it. however, there was one brief moment during sex that always bothered you.

when lando orgasmed, you never actually saw his face. his hand would smush your head into the pillow, or he'd switch positions so you couldn't see him.

the sound of your skin slapping together echoes through the room as lando continues to take you with rough, eager thrusts. his cock plunges in and out of your tight pussy, stretching you to your absolute limits as he stuffs you full.

he holds your waist firmly, keeping you in place while you thrash and writhe. he loves you more than anything, loves the way he can fuck you senseless just by driving his fat cock into you a few times.

he sinks his nails into your hips, preparing to spin you around forcefully, but you refuse to let that happen. your reflexes may not be on par with a formula 1 driver's, but in this moment, you're quicker.

you grab his wrists and hold them firmly as he shakes violently, legs buckling above your frame.

"wait—mm, no, stop!" lando cries, his voice strained as he feels his dick twitching uncontrollably. he's cumming, and you're finally about to see it.

and what a sight it is.

before lando can muster the strength to flip you over, you catch a glimpse of his face. his eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows raised and slanted as if he's about to cry, and his lips part in an 'o' shape as he lets out a high-pitched, girlish moan.

the dominant, strong lando norris who would fuck you for hours, whispering filthy things in your ear, now looks so adorable.

after a few minutes, lando finally finishes, panting heavily. his cock slips out of you, and he collapses beside you on the bed. as he opens his eyes, he catches your amused smirk.

"don't." he warns, rolling his eyes.

you chuckle softly, reaching out to gently run your fingers over his bicep. "i really wanna see that face more often."

© kissedsuns

Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri

Summary: It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest. But that wasn't what every other driver on the grid thought as they teased Oscar and you for being too innocent to know anything beyond vanilla sex. So when you guys didn't put up a fight, they figured they were right... until someone was lucky enough to see you and Oscar on the other end of the spectrum of "plain sex".

Warnings: not vanilla sex! fingering, oral (male receiving), bondage (hands tied together), spreader bar (if that even what it’s called), unprotected sex, rough because how else would you have it? Gagging and deep-throating Oscar’s huge dick 😩

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Oscar is the man who makes me wanna wake up in the morning and I love it!! I'm so obsessed with him it's making me go insane, but if I'm going insane it's fine because I'm going insane over him. Everything about him is beautiful and I wanna call him pretty and gorgeous and watch as he blushes. Then ride him and take control of him until he wants to teach me lesson and makes me pass out. (I’m just a girl) Based off of this request.

“Oscar, how would you say relationships outside of F1 have helped you grow in this sport as a driver and as a person. If they had an impact, and if not then why?” Oscar’s PR manager testing questions on him, posing as one of the many journalists trying to break Oscar’s wall that he’s been perfect at keeping up so far. He finds it amusing that they have so much interest in his life, only encouraging him to keep his words to a minimum. Well as long as you don’t come up– his cheeks immediately flush and he starts every sentence with “my girlfriend” before he looks at others and silently begs them to say something to shut him up.

“Well, everyone’s been supportive of my career. Which only makes me want to do my best, and better than that.” Keeping a straight face as he answers until he looks at you beside him then Lando with a proud grin on his face.

“Who’s everyone…? Your girlfriend?” Lando’s voice teases, like every schoolgirl talking about their friend's crush.

“I- yeah. She does a lot for me, helps me let off steam before and after races, she also-”

“Let off steam, huh? Is my Oscar making his girlfriend cum to let off steam?” Lando’s mouth wide open, making an ‘o’ shape. Both you and Oscar have mixed emotions– heat coursing through you remembering just this morning, but also shock from Lando’s unhinged question.

“You’d be surprised?” Oscar’s answer broad, but you knew. Letting Lando believe that Oscar lets you cum, when his favourite thing is edging you until tears roll down your face.

“Oscar, you probably just learnt what a clit is.” Lando having nothing better to do than tease him as his pale cheeks turn pink. 

“Believe whatever makes you happy.” Oscar shutting down the conversation before he reveals too much, a little smile on his lips as he chuckles and moves his hand further up your thigh.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

It wasn’t just Lando who would have a say about you and Oscar’s sexual life, but any driver who happened to walk into the conversation at the perfect time.

“Oh yeah, Oscar you’re vanilla.” His fellow Australian, Daniel Ricciardo, says. Joining them on their walk to wherever they all had to be next. 

“Well actually I think Oscar is a little more than vanilla. He’s vanilla but not vanilla.” Logan pops in too.

“No. Oscar is sooo vanilla. Like he’s too scared to choke his girlfriend because she’ll die and he’s never marked her so she knows she’s his.” Lando expresses his words with so much passion it makes Oscar roll his eyes but know exactly what Lando’s doing when their hotel rooms are beside each other and he’s invited a girl over. 

“Wow. Calm down Lando, I think we learnt a little bit more from you than Oscar. You definitely need a girlfriend.” Daniel spoke the words everyone was thinking. Letting Oscar finally breathe and have all the attention over to Lando and his desires.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

“Fuck, I needed you.” Oscar groans out, thrusting himself ever deeper into your mouth. “Talking ‘bout how vanilla we are. But look at us.” The position you were in was unimaginable. You lay on your back, head on the edge of the sofa as Oscar rammed into your mouth with his fingers opening you wide and making you cum. But still, that wasn’t enough, your hands tied together and a spreading bar made sure your legs couldn’t be shut, always ready for Oscar, but with a blindfold over your eyes how would you know? Each of your moans were muffled by his cock and as one of his hands played with your clit the other toyed with your nipple.

Blood rushed to your head from this position and it filled in for the loss of his hand around your neck. Oscar pounded into you, his dick making you gag as you deepthroated him. An explosion of fireworks inside of you as he continued making you cum, a loud scream trying it’s best to flee your puffy lips, but Oscar couldn’t help but enjoy hearing you struggle to make out any coherent sounds because of his cock. 

By now it was impossible to remember the amount of times he had made you release. From his mouth, fingers and dick, all you did know was that that number was only going to increase. 

Each of his moves were so intense, Oscar had you spellbound. Unable to notice anything other than him. Well that was until he pounded himself as deep as he could into your mouth and then stopped. Everything went silent.

“Oh fuck! Oscar?!” Those words certainly didn’t come out of your mouth, and when you realised who did say that, oh you couldn’t have been more embarrassed, but somehow aroused. Seconds later the door finally shut, and you could only think about the uncensored view Lando had of the both of you. 

“Fuck, I’ll deal with him later. But for now…you need to cum.” Pulling out of your swollen mouth and grabbing you off the couch to lay your shamelessly sinful body on the floor. Oscar doesn’t take his time, manhandling your legs so your feet are nearly inline with your head and then making your arms keep them back by going in front of the spreader bar.

Leaving your pussy so exposed and vulnerable that Oscar could do whatever he liked between those drenched folds. It was always a gamble with Oscar, sometimes he’d take his time to tease you, others he wouldn’t even give you time to catch breath. This was just as unpredictable as others, by now you would either be covered in your own tears from his edging or on the verge of passing out because you could feel him in your throat after coming in you repeatedly. 

You felt less of an advantage, not even being able to lay eyes on him, so you listened to your own heavy breathing until he touched you again. Fingers going between your folds and spreading them apart with his index and ring finger. Lightly teasing you with his middle one. “Looks like you’ve had enough today huh? Or can you take one more?” 

You nod your head as an answer, but it’s never enough as he asks you for words.

“Y-yes. I can take more.” You force out between breaths, in shock of how you even managed to say those words. 

“Oh really? Well that’s great.” Oscar holds your pliant body up even further and then makes a swift move of ramming himself deep inside of you. Once again it pulled all of the oxygen from your lungs and the stretch from the position couldn’t be compared to the stretch from his cock. You couldn’t complain as he thrusted in again and hit your g-spot. Bringing more tears to your red eyes.

Grunts and groans slipping past his lips and making his actions such a godly sensation. 

Oscar pounds himself into you with no mercy, finding pleasure in your moans and cries. You wish to hold him, dig your fingers into his shoulders and mark his back. Adorn his pale skin in love bites and make his lips swollen. Thinking about the way his body flexes with every thrust and how divine he would look from this position that you’ve been in many times but each new one has a different effect.

“What’d you think Lando’s telling them?” Oscar grips your thighs tighter–fingers certainly making bruises– keeping you in place as he vigorously rams inside of your overstimulated pussy. Never losing pattern or momentum.

“You think he’s telling them about how you took me so well? Your hands tied up? And how fucking good you looked between my legs.” Each of Oscar’s words having such an effect on you it could've been a trick of hypnotism. Your legs shaking and lips parted as you came. Oscar savoured the beautiful sounds leaving your mouth and he worked harder to fuck your high out and bring his in.

You clenched around him, forcing a moan to finally leave his lips and bless your ears. Oscar spasms and releases inside of you. Pushing himself so deep and his cum even deeper. He thrusts a few more times, easing both of you out and spreading his cum inside your walls. Oscar sits in you for a while before pulling out. “Fuck, that was so. Fucking. Good.” He starts untying you and helping you come undone from all of the restraints. Letting you lay flat on the floor as he did all the work.

“I would’ve been in you for hours if he didn’t come in. Can’t imagine what he said to them”

Oscar crawls up your body and plants a kiss on your lips. 

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Finally leaving Oscar’s room you both didn’t know what to expect. Well definitely not drivers surrounding a small table as Lando spoke to them all with hand actions and his face even worse. 

“Y’know vanilla isn’t even that bad. But wow Piastri, I didn’t think that.” Daniel brings all the attention to you two. Every driver turned their head with a series of reactions on their faces.

“You are freaky Oscar.” Logan couldn’t hold back and somehow Fernando was there to agree with him.

“I have to tell Charles! Now I know what you two do.” Pierre smirks, making you blush and look at the ground.

“Well I guess I was wrong, but Oscar why didn’t you tell me you sneaky boy. Because then I had to see it.” 

“It seemed like you wanted to join.” 

“No I-”

“The way you’re speaking about Lando, it seemed like you wanted to join.” Daniel once again kind of saving Oscar from these unfortunate topics.

“What? Guys this is about Oscar and how freaky he is with his girlfriend!”

“If you want to join, just ask.” You finally speak, teasing Lando and watching the way his face changes. 

“Oh you guys are so not vanilla!”

shaking for you ꨄ oscar piastri

oscar piastri x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, pussy-drunk oscar, oral (fem!receiving), p in v - no protection, minor overstimulation, oscar is a dirty talker, mention of cockwarming [914 words]

request: can you please do do 28 from the 🌶️ prompt list with oscar 😽 [28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”]

The grip you had on his hair was unrelenting, his tongue moving in circles as you pushed your core closer to his face, practically begging him for more, begging for him to make you cum for a third time that night.

He had practically bent you over the second he was through the door, having not seen you in weeks, he was insatiable, eager to see you, eager to get the chance to be inside you, to have his tongue pressed to your clit. To have you moaning his name. Shaking for him.

Your clothes lay in tatters on the floor, bruises forming on your hips, your breasts, up the side of your neck. 

Oscar’s skin wasn’t much different. Scratch marks littered his arms, his back, love bites were forming all over his chest and neck. His lips bruised and puffy, practically aching to be kissed again. 

“You gonna be good and cum f’me, baby? Gonna gush all over my lips? Been so good for me all night, know you can give me one more, c’mon,” he taunted you, a finger circling your entrance before pushing inside.

He had stretched you out nicely on his cock earlier in the evening, the finger he had pushed inside of you barely satisfying the ache that was yearning for more, desperate to feel him inside of you again. Mixed with his tongue, though? It was indescribable, it was everything you were craving and more.

And he knew that. Knew what he could do to make you scream for him, to make you soak his face in your juices.

Which was exactly what he was doing. Pushing a second finger inside you alongside his first, his lips and tongue slurping, sucking, and licking at your clit; the whimpers were falling from your lips, your hips unable to keep still as you continuously pushed up into his face.

If there was one thing Oscar was sure of; it was that he could die happy if he got to eat you out for the rest of his life. The sounds you made, the way you gripped his hair, the way you begged him, the way you directed him on what you like, the taste of you… it was everything and more to him.

He loved everything about you, but he especially loved this. Was honoured that you trusted him enough to do this, to make you feel good day-in and day-out.

He could tell you were getting closer as he began lazily flicking his tongue, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your core muscles began clenching, the grip on his hair tightening as he groaned into your cunt, the slick of your pussy increasing as the sounds you were making grew louder.

Oscar helped you ride through your orgasm, your thighs tightening around his head as your entire body shook. It felt like you were flying, your third orgasm of the night rushing through your body as moans fell from your lips.

It didn’t take long for the Australian to crawl up your body, his hardened member easily slipping inside your wet core; soft groans falling from both of your lips. He had already cum once tonight, and knew he likely wouldn’t again; but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel your tight, wet heat wrapped around him again.

Lazily looking up at him, a soft smile was directed down to you before he was pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on him, on his tongue as he pressed it against yours. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips at the realization. Something about it had you bucking up into him, into his cock that was slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“So pretty f’me, baby. So pretty all fucked out, look at you. God. Bet you’d let m’fuck you all night, wouldn’t you? You’d let me sleep with my cock inside you, y’just wanna be close to me all the time, hm? Gonna warm my cock?”

Pussy-drunk Oscar Piastri was a different type of aroused. He talked like a mad-man, like all he could talk about, all he could think about, was you.

“Mhm, course’ Osc. Would let you fill me up all night long, keep your cock inside me til’ we woke up. Let you fuck me in the morning, too,” you groaned, his legs stuttering at your words.

Bottoming out, Oscar grunted as he watched your lips open in a long-drawn out moan. His own moan followed, as he turned the two of you onto your side, maneuvering both bodies so his member remained sheathed inside you.

“God, baby. I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking,” he said.

Practically rolling your eyes, almost four orgasms later, what did he expect? It was hard to even attempt to keep your legs still. 

You slapped at the hand that began slithering towards your clit again. Your hips bucked as he began to rub a gentle circle on the enflamed nub, the sensitivity overtaking you as you shook your head at him.

“N’more, please. I can’t take it.”

Shushing you, Oscar pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear.

“One more, baby. Y’can do it, promised me you’d be a good girl. One more, then w’can go to bed, hm?”

Mewling at his words, you knew you could give him one more. Could be a good girl for him, like you always were.

i started this?? and then couldn't stop?? the words were being typed before i even had the chance to comprehend them which is why this is so nasty... pls enjoy 🫶🏻

EURO FINAL - LANDO NORRIS

summary: you go to the euro final with your boyfriend

warnings: fluff and smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You always win when you're with me”

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

focus – pa17

you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.

genre: smut 😵 oh dear

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular

word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope

requested: yes !! requests are still open <3

author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3

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waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.

it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.

unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.

karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.

you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.

but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.

you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...

you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"

"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.

"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"

when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"

your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.

you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.

he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.

has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?

when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"

he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."

you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.

"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"

your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"

"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."

he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.

there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.

his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."

what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.

when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."

he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.

when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.

"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"

you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.

one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.

he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.

you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.

"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."

"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"

a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.

"well, if you're offering..."

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

Jesus Christ how wrong you were.

Part 8 of One of the Boys

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

It started in the cool down room, apparently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And was that…? No…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was quite frankly ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you fell asleep like that. y

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

Kimi Antonelli. I would like to have my pizza with coliflower crust(grumpy reader) with Alfredo sauce. Now for the toppings, maybe with basil, broccoli and Gouda cheese. And for my drink sprite and truly. Maybe mt dew (sub reader) and yes aftercare. THANK U MY LOVE❤️❤️❤️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower crust sunshine x grumpy Alfredo sweet sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” sprite size kink truly belly bulge mt dew dom/sub dessert yes served by Kimi Antonelli

Kimi x Grumpy! reader

TW - riding cock, belly bulge, size kink, missionary, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"Why are you so moody today," Kimi whispered into my ear while pinching my thigh is a "behave yourself" manner.

"I'm not," I snapped whispering back getting more annoyed with my boyfriend. He just rolls his eyes at me before turning his attention back to the rest of the table and joining in on their conversation leaving me to wallow in my own annoyance at my boyfriend.

"Are you good?" Ollie asks keeping his volume down so only I can hear him.

"I'm fine, why does everyone think I'm not," I whisper back at him letting him be on the receiving end of a verbal lashing. I cringe slightly when I realize Kimi had heard me snap at Ollie making him pinch my thigh a little harder.

"I mean you're normally pretty "grumpy" but today you have this look in your eye like you wanna destroy the world," Ollie whispers softly. I just shrug and we leave the conversation there.

He was right though, Kimi had always been the golden retriever boyfriend and I was the typical "black cat" girlfriend, which wasn't necessarily false but Kimi knew the truth. It was just a way to protect myself not wanting too many people getting too close to me, but Kimi spent years working on breaking my walls down, and here we are years later still going as strong as ever. As for the modd I'm in today, it's everyone else's comments on Kimi's F1 announcement that has me wanting to "destroy the world" or whatever Ollie said.

When the dinner wrapped up Kimi and I go back to his hotel room where he finally gets the answers he was looking for.

"It's just unfair Kimi! I mean they barely even watch you in Formula 2 and then the one time they watch you, you crash and while that is embarrassing I'm gonna be real with you BUT that doesn't mean you need to wait," I continue ranting laying in bed with Kimi making him smile but start kissing at my jaw and neck during my rant starting to distract me.

"Watching you get so mad on my behalf, it fucking hot," Kimi mumbles into my neck rutting his hips into my side letting me feel his hard cock through his briefs. I just roll my eyes and laugh.

"I can't believe my very serious rant about hating the fans of Formula 1 has you so horny you're grinding into me," I joke before turning onto my side so I'm facing him and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

Kimi refused to pull away so what was supposed to be a quick peck turned into us fighting for dominance with our tongues. Finally Kimi is pushing me on my back before climbing on top of me pinning my hands above my head all the while keeping his mouth on top of mine.

"Kimi, I need you," I whine against his mouth making him let out a breathy laugh making my pussy throb just at the noise.

"Hm. I wanna watch you bounce on my cock," Kimi said with a smirk before letting me use my strength to turn us over so I was the one on top now.

I start grinding my hips into Kimi's large cock making both of us whimper at the stimulation. I pull my sleep shirt off my body leaivng me in the lacey black panties I was going to sleep in before Im shuffling my body down slightly before pulling Kimi's briefs off letting his hard cock rest against his torso showing just how large he truly is. The tip is barely touching the bottom of his bellybutton.

I instantly start jerking his cock off dwarfing the size of my hand.

"Miracle I can walk in the mornings," I mumble softly making Kimi laugh at my little comment. Losing my virginity to Kimi was terrible and he refused to touch me for weeks after but as time went on we learned how to pleasure each other taking everything slow before I finally got my redo which was amazing.

"I can make it to where you can't walk tomorrow," Kimi said with a smirk written all over his face making my cheek heat at the suggestion. I just shook my head no, knowing tomorrow wasn't a good day for that.

I release Kimi's cock and make quick work of pulling my panties down before I'm climbing back into Kimi's lap. When I grip Kimi's cock I softly tease my clit making me whimper due to how sentive I was, but I needed to collect as much moisture on his cock as possible which wasn't very difficult.

Once Kimi's cock is drenched in my essence I slowly start sinking down making both of us gasp. Once I'm fully seated on Kimi's cock I give myself a few seconds to adjust before I start rocking my hips making both Kimi and I groan at the pleasure.

I start bouncing on Kimi's cock making both of us gasp and moan at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," Kimi groans making me speed up my actions slightly but still not going fast enough to bring either of us to an orgasm.

Kimi finally takes over and flips up back so he's on top and he slowly starts pounding into me making me gasp and moan feeling Kimi all over.

"Made just for me huh?" Kimi says with a smirk making me look at him noticing that he was staring at my tummy making me look down to notice the bulge from Kimi's cock.

I moan at the sight of Kimi's cock going in and out of my body slightly stunned at how noticeable it is.

"Fuck, faster please," I whimper while pulling Kimi's neck down to me so I can kiss him while he speeds up his actions making me whimper at the intensity.

Kimi pulls back slightly and starts fucking into me faster than he was previously making me gasp and feel my orgasm start to approach. Kimi knowing my body so well picked up on this and started pushing down on the bulge in my stomach making me feel Kimi so much more than before, it was starting to get almost too intense.

"Too much, slower," I moan and gasp out through a stuttered breath.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” Kimi says with a smirk all over his face. While he kept up the pace he let up just slightly on my stomach.

"I can tell you wanna cum," Kimi says before moving his hand from my stomach to my clit and rubbing it in soft circles bringing me over the edge.

"Fuck," I whimper while arching my back and cumming all over Kimi's cock sending him over the edge with one final thrust before unloading a massive load of his cum deep into my pussy making sure to fill me before slowly slipping his cock out not wanting to hurt my overstimulated pussy.

When Kimi slipped out of my pussy he just sits back on his knees and watches as some of his cum starts leaking out of my pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" Kimi mumbles softly leaning down to kiss my lips making me blush at the dirty praise.

"Do you feel better?" Kimi jokes with a smirk all over his face making me roll my eyes and nod softly making Kimi laugh.

"You take me so well," Kimi says while getting out of bed and pulling me into his arms where he carries me into the bathroom where he puts me on the toilet to do my business while he turns his back and turns the shower on.

After Kimi and I shower together he helps me get dressed into a new shirt to sleep in before helping me step into my panties before laying us both of us on the bed for a cuddle.

"Did I really look like I wanted to destroy the world?" I question feeling back for snapping at everyone today. Kimi just nodded his head softly making me groan while he laughed at me slightly.

"I yelled at Ollie," I state softly making Kimi pull me into his side and place a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I know, I heard. But, if you feel that bad you can apologize tomorrow on the flight back," Kimi tells me softly knowing I won't feel better until I do apologize to Ollie. I just nod my head softly before melting into Kimi's embrace and falling asleep in his arms.