Can you please do female lando norris please. She must have big tits and big ass.lando will be with Oscar.Bottom Lando
Sex infront of everyone without shame
hi friend! thank you for the prompt. i don't know if it was actually meant for me, but here is my interpretation of it 🫣
They talk about it first. The farm, where Lando wants it to be. The boundaries they both have, what she wants out of it – why she finds it so hot. To his credit, Oscar only asks, “Daniel will be fine with this, you reckon?”
Lando nods and crawls into his lap to kiss him, dizzy with how much she wants it.
Doesn’t tell him how they’ve already done it; Danny and her, Carlos, and Lewis back before he and Max had drifted apart. Only Lando won’t be there to watch. Won’t be sitting on her hands, frustrated with desire, desperate as she watched Max get fucked. Now, it will be her turn.
Before, Lando had thought about inviting Carlos, in the abstract way she’s been thinking about it: Carlos watching her while Oscar fucked her, imagining the look on his face, how he would stare at her ass, her boobs. Think about, maybe, how she was the one that got away.
But it wouldn’t be fair to Oscar. So they keep it instead to Danny and the rookies.
It’s fine, less than she had expected, maybe, but it will be fun. Good. She will be the only podium sitter this season too, and isn’t that worth just as much?
Daniel offers to cook, so they show up a little earlier, handing over the wine Oscar’s mum had recommended. Logan sits across from her at the table and doesn’t look her in the eyes, face red with a permanent flush. He doesn’t look at the dip of her shirt either and for a moment, Lando thinks about telling him to leave.
Oscar touches her thigh with a warm hand, brushes the edge of her dress until the strain in her shoulders releases. The buzz of the wine kicking in.
She’s halfway through a second glass, left alone with Logan being a fucking muppet about the car issues in Melbourne, when she follows the others to the door.
“Oscar?” She says, nudging him to the side to see – “Max, what are you doing here?”
Max turns so she’s looking right at Lando, lips stretched into an easy smile. “Lando. It’s so nice to see you also, have you been here before?” She slips from Daniel’s arms and leans in to kiss her on the cheek – once, twice, like she’s fucking Charles – and teases the edge of her skirt. “You of course look very lovely.”
Lando doesn’t reply, looks instead at Liam who looks at Max still. So fucking in love with her she probably couldn’t wait to let it slip.
“Hey, I’m gonna show Max around the farm, yeah?” Daniel says and pulls Max down one of the dirt paths. She watches Max stumble after him, hands already in the air as she tells him about her thoughts, changing the gears of her imaginary bike.
She thinks, wildly, about calling it off. Postpone or start anew. Tell Oscar she has cold feet, and that they should try again some other time. With Max F instead. George, maybe. Friends she knows will enjoy it. Enjoy her. She doesn’t, obviously, and reaches for Oscar’s hand until he kisses her. The even-keel to the tumultuous storm that rages inside her.
“Okay, Lando?” He asks her, voice tender, and for a second, she hates him too.
For now, she smiles at him, nods.
She makes Oscar fuck her on Daniel’s sofa.
She’s been thinking about it for a while, how she wanted it to be. If Danny would mind them fucking in his bedroom, if he would make them use the guest room instead. But this, she thinks, is better. The thought of her naked on his sofa as he watches telly by himself.
The sex itself is – mid, probably.
Oscar sweats a lot, always does. But like this, on Daniel’s fancy leather sofa, he’s downright slippery. His knee sliding to the side the moment he builds up a decent rhythm. “Fuck, sorry Lands,” he says and pulls out to reset, knees back in the middle. Dick only half as hard as usual.
“Probably you should just lay down,” Max says close to her head. “Always this leather is bad for fucking. Daniel knows this of course, but he doesn’t care. Now, he is better but only by so much.”
Daniel must respond but Lando doesn’t want to hear, watches instead Oscar lay down on top of her. His pace improves but somehow, it’s even worse.
Her stomach is still bloated from the pasta, and something from the wine must have gone to her head. Flushed from the sulphites she’s allergic to, the tart taste still on her tongue. She thinks that her boobs must look awful. The lacy fabric torn lightly by Oscar’s brutish hands, pushed to the side to show off her nipple. But it looks smushed like this, flattened from lying down.
Her orgasm, when it comes, is weak, overdue.
It feels nothing like how she remembers it from watching Max. The air isn’t thick with sex, the tension not desperate with need. Oscar comes moments after her, but when she looks, none of the others look even close.
Logan sits ramrod straight in his chair, hands curled around his thighs. If she squints, maybe she can see a bulge in his trousers, but it has been left untouched, untempted by their show. Liam at least has a hand shoved into her shorts, but her head is tilted away.
Reluctantly, Lando turns towards where Max sits in Daniel’s lap.
Her white dress shirt has been unbuttoned to her naval and shows off the bralette Max likes to wear off the track. It’s too tight, obviously. Ill-fitting over Max’s boobs, would have been even without Daniel’s hand shoved under the fabric.
Daniel kisses down her neck, and Max curls a hand in his hair, moans softly for more. Oscar sits up on his knees to pull out of her, and Lando can almost pretend that she doesn’t feel him twitch inside her.
Daniel peels the compression shorts off Max and strokes a hand over her ass before he pulls her back into his lap. Face towards him this time – away from Lando. Liam has turned too, staring at the matching white underwear Max teases down over her hip.
Lando doesn’t look at Logan, knows either way she won’t like it.
Max makes another sound, a breathless moan that has Lando squeezing her thighs together. Daniel watches her over Max’s shoulder, winks before he leans in to kiss Max. Fucks her with his fingers until the sound is loud, filthy. The air heavy with tension.
“Fuck, Daniel, please,” Max begs and lets her head fall back.
Lando watches the way her hips cant up, chasing Daniel’s fingers. Her eyes are welling up, her back arched with pleasure, and even from behind, Lando knows she’s a sight to be seen.
She hates the need that burns through her, wetter now than she was then with Oscar’s fingers inside her. Wonders then if she should have done it before she and Oscar became a thing. Fucked Carlos back when she had the chance. At least then she would know, maybe.
Daniel fucks her on the floor, gentler than he used to, but familiar in a way that makes Lando ache inside. Max keeps her shirt on, even as the fabric soaks with sweat. Like they haven’t all seen her spread wide and fucked.
And then – the realisation that the rookies haven’t probably. That Lando would have been their first, their only if Max hadn’t done this.
Oscar’s hands feel clammy on her thighs, but she lets him pull her to the floor, pushing inside her with a grunt. It’s different than before and for that, she doesn’t let herself like it more. But it feels better when he fucks her now, sinks in completely before he pulls out, touches her clit until she whines.
“Oscar, I’m close –“ she moans, blunts nails digging into his shoulders.
She’s almost there, teetering on the edge, when someone grabs her hand. She jolts in surprise, goes to pull back when she hears Max laugh. Her sweaty palm sliding against hers, and for a moment it feels almost nice.
Max squeezes her hand as she comes, Lando following her into the fray.
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