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changetyre · 4 months

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Can you feed me a fic?

Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink

Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room

Or both

Stay hydrated love

One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ

SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.

WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!

A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀

"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.

"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.

"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.

You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.

"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.

Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.

"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.

You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.

"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.

"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.

"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.

"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.

"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.

"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.

"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.

"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.

"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.

"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.

"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.

"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.

"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.

"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.

"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.

"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.

You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.

"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.

"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.

Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.

"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.

Part 2

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c0eu4 · 5 months

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OP81 LN4 | Cuddles | blurb

Summary: Y/n and Lando always cuddle together, and Oscar starts to get jealous.

Warning: Lando and Oscar are bisexual,

A/N: Tell me if you want more landoscar 🤭

MASTERLIST requests are open

Oscar has never been someone who likes physical contact. Since he was little, he could do without cuddles from his mother or his sisters. He doesn't see the point.

Lando and Y/n noticed this and quickly understood. At the beginning of their relationship, they were trying. But Oscar was still tense, didn't know where to put his hands. So they didn't force him. And quickly, instead of being stuck in a threesome, it was just Lando against Y/n and Oscar.

At night, Lando and Y/n slept against each other, Oscar a little to the side. On the couch, Y/n is on Lando's lap, Oscar next to them. When they take a bath, Y/n is between Lando's legs, Oscar in front of them.

At first, it doesn't bother Oscar. Despite loving Lando and Y/n with all his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He was the one who was 'intruded' into their relationship. But the closer they became, the more jealous he felt towards Lando. He too wanted to have his beloved in his arms in the morning. He too wanted to be the spoon, in the evening on the couch.

He hasn't tried to tell them about it, he's too shy. He preferred to try to do like Lando. He started by trailing his hand on Y/n’s thigh under the table. Putting his arm lower on Lando's waist when they take photos for McLaren.

Lando and Y/n quickly noticed him and welcomed him with open arms. He became the little spoon on the couch, keeping Lando and Y/n close to him. He became the person Lando and Y/n fell asleep on and the person who held them close in the morning.

They became closer, more accomplices, more in love.

Oscar stopped feeling like he was too much, like the odd one out. He felt loved, the same way Lando loves Y/n and vice versa.

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buckyhad · 5 months

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Sharing is caring vol.2

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader x Oscar Piastri

Tw: smut, and z4k br0wn thats it

It was suposed to be a little party, something between some friends, an intimate birthday.

Till Max got drunk and decided to get shit-faced everyone with him.

That's how you ended dancing alone with Oscar.

"Mate" Max hitted hard Lando's shoulder multiple times "Oscar is fucking dancing with your girlfriend" he said.

"Mmm" Lando said finally paying attention to his friend.

"You arent going to say anything?" Charles added.

"Oh" Lando's drunk brain catched on the situation, his girlfriend and boyfriend were dancing on public, in front of his friends and he was acting like nothing "Yes, yes" he started walking towards them.

"Love, you need to stop, Max and Charles are watching you two" the brit grabbed your hips, capturing Oscar's hands.

"Let them watch" the aussie said, kissing Lando making you giggle.

"You are going to kill them" you said dancing in between them.

"Are we watching the same thing?" Charles asked Max.

"Interesting" Max nodded his head.

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Lando woke up by the loud ringing of his phone "Hello?".

"No, no hello. What the fuck?" Zak asked loudly through the phone.

"Good morning to you too".

"It's three in the afternoon. And why the fuck I just saw pictures of you kissing your teammate and he kissing your girlfriend!".

"Oh" Lando cursed quietly "Well, umh" he scratched his neck "We are in a relationship".

"I already knew that, but what about Oscar!" Zak said again.

"That's what I said, the three of us are in a relationship".

"This is a pr nightmare".

"I know, well, bye" the brit said before hanging.

"Who was that love?" You asked.

"Zak, someone leaked photos of last night" he said rubbing his temple "This is so so bad" Lando said.

"It's okay love, lets relax for now" Oscar said between kisses on the brit's shoulder.

"Yes, you have lots of time to be worried" you said before kissing him, grabbing his neck tl bring him on top of your body.

"Just relax, we would take care of you" the australian talked, grinding his hips against Lando's.

"Fuck, please" he whined.

"Needy" you teased rubbing against his front, making the older guy a moaning mess.

"So so needy" Oscar started to take both of their boxers off their bodies, tossing them aside, being follow by your underwear "We are going to take care of you" he said while teasing the older one entrance.

"Both of you are such a tease" Lando whined.

"We know love, just enjoy" you spitted on your hand to wet his dick, to finally get him inside while Oscar kept working him up.

"Please" he cried looking at his boyfriend once he was deep inside.

"Fuck" Oscar kissed him when he started pushing inside "fuck" he chanted while setting the rythm

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verstappensrealwife · 8 days

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A Second Chance - Lando Norris x Reader

angst, fluff

approx. 1300

warnings: fighting, swearing. lots of time cuts :(

lando norris masterlist - here.

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He'd been distant for months, seemingly indifferent to your final year of university. The rollercoaster of emotions, from being ignored to fervent pleas for your company, only to be met with anger when you prioritise your studies, has left you drained. His words, oscillating between confusion and outright rejection, always ended abruptly.

His words pierced the air like daggers, each sentence laden with frustration and desperation. "I don’t understand why you won’t spend time with me?" he'd lament, his voice tinged with a sense of betrayal. And then, in a sudden shift of tone, he'd declare, "No, Y/N, I don’t want to see anyone right now!" The finality in his words left no room for negotiation as he abruptly severed the connection, leaving you alone with the weight of his words echoing in your ears.

You were exhaustedâ€”of university stress, incessant arguments, and endless nights. Exhausted of him.

Now in Australia, supporting your boyfriend, you followed quietly, the aftermath of yet another weekend argument hanging in the air. But amidst the turmoil, the racetrack thrived. Fans flooded the grandstands, eager for the excitement about to unfold.

As you stepped into the F1 paddock in Australia, a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds enveloped you. The air was alive with the hum of engines revving in the distance, the scent of burnt rubber mingling with the faint aroma of fuel. Colourful team banners fluttered in the breeze, each one a testament to the fierce competition that awaited on the track.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, you caught glimpses of mechanics working feverishly on sleek race cars, their metallic surfaces gleaming under the bright Australian sun. Everywhere you looked, there was a sense of purpose and urgency, as teams strategized and drivers prepared for the challenge ahead.

Celebrities and VIP guests mingled with team personnel, their animated conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional roar of an engine. The paddock buzzed with energy, a palpable anticipation that hung in the air like static electricity.

In the distance, the grandstands loomed large, a sea of eager faces eagerly awaiting the spectacle that was about to unfold. It was a scene of controlled chaos, where every detail was meticulously orchestrated in pursuit of victory on the track.

After a great race from your boyfriend, him placing P3, you both went back to the hotel to get ready for some after party.  “And umm, i was wondering if you were gonna come to my graduationâ€¦ I checked and it’s not during a race weekend andâ€””

You were cut short by him hurrying you out the door, “Yeah, baby, ill be there,” He said dismissively and pushing you quickly towards the exit of the hotel.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, coiling around you like a relentless serpent as you stood on the precipice of your greatest moment yet. Each passing second felt like an eternity, nerves tightening their grip on your every fibre, threatening to unravel your composure.

With each beat of your heart, the tremor of excitement mingled with a hint of apprehension, sending shivers down your spine. This was the culmination of years of hard work, the apex of your academic journey, and the weight of its significance bore down upon you like an invisible burden.

"Y/N Y/L/N!"

With steady steps, you ascended the stage, eyes scanning the crowd, eager to spot familiar faces among the sea of spectatorsâ€”parents, cousins, aunts, unclesâ€”all there to witness your triumph. Yet, amid the sea of loved ones, an empty seat caught your eye, causing a fleeting pang of disappointment to flicker across your expression. Swiftly, you masked it behind a determined facade as you exchanged pleasantries, accepted accolades, and grasped the coveted parchment wrapped in ribbon before gracefully departing the stage.

Of course, he didn’t show, why would he?

And of course a screaming match erupted between you two.

 “It was one fucking ask for you to come and you were what?!”

“S-streamingâ€¦” God he knew he fucked up.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, “Do you not care about my accomplishments anymore or is it just your own you care about now?”

He sighed, clearly getting agitated, “Fuck- Of course not! But its not like youre there for mine either!”

You scoffed incredulously, was he serious? “Because- Lando- I have a fucking job, I have school!”

“And thats more important than me?”

“When did i say thatâ€“ you know what?” You stopped yourself and walked off from the kitchen to his bedroom, taking each piece of what you owned with you. Shoving it all in a bag that was clearly too small to fit it all but in your rage you managed to get it all in.

He panicked, “What - what are you doing..”

“Leaving.”

And he didn’t stop you.

You were single now, and happy.

 He was single now, and not so happy.

God, how he missed you. He took you for granted, treated you wrongâ€¦ and all he wanted was you back.  Even his own friends were telling him how much he fucked up.

And he knew it.

He especially knew it when he saw you, shyly walking around the silverstone pits with your best friends who were in love with the sport. He didn’t believe it at first, but you were here! Really here!

“Y/N!” He couldn’t control his own mouth, or legs as he ran over to you.

You turned around to see the messy brown hair and neon orange fireproofs.   He was a sight for sore eyesâ€¦ still beautiful- probably more than before.

“Oh. hi Lan,” You smiled. Lan. He wasn’t completely in the dog house. “How’ve you been, heard you got with Joao’s girlfriend,” You said.

“No!” He exclaimed, “I - I meant noâ€¦”, It got quiet after that, he needed to say something- anything! “Because i love you still-”

As he stumbled over his words, the world around them seemed to fade into the background, consumed by the intensity of your encounter. The Silverstone pits buzzed with activity, mechanics tinkering with race cars, the distant roar of engines serving as a constant backdrop to their conversation.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, the vibrant colors of the racing gear and the gleaming metal of the pit equipment painted a vivid tableau around them. The scent of gasoline lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hint of anticipation that hung thickly over the pit lane.

But amidst the chaos of the racing environment, their exchange unfolded like a scene from a romantic drama, the tension palpable in the charged atmosphere. As he poured his heart out, his words echoed against the backdrop of pit crew chatter and the occasional screech of tires on the track.

You stared blankly at him. Your friends were long gone now. And you couldn’t think of anywords thanâ€¦ “Okay.” OKAY? It was not okay! “I- Well- same but weâ€“”

“We can,” He interrupted, “Ok, we can, I’ll prove it. Make it up to you in any way you want, please babyâ€“” And as he pleaded for another chance, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response. It was a moment suspended in time, where the lines between love and longing blurred against the backdrop of the racing world, leaving them both teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

“Take me on a date and we’ll see,”

“Yes! Definitely!” He said, about to run off with you when he remembered the race- “Just after this race, I promise!”

“I’ll be waiting,” You bite back a smile at him as he giddily runs off towards his car

el fin

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33-81 · 1 month

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Tangerine, tangerine living reflections from a dream I was her love, she was my queen

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adventuringblind · 3 days

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Chin Up, Princess (2k words)

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Ghoulverse Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Jos oversteps and causes a whole lot of hurt for Max and his mate, he takes things into his own hands and ends up resorting to extreme measures in order to save his lover. (Background Landoscar, Charlos, and Sewis)

Warnings: Mind control, talks of eating people and mentions of gore but nothing explicit, ghoul on ghoul violence, burning of a character, major character death (not a good guy tho), ED but like... also not an ED, soulbonds

Notes: Ironically the most tame ghoulverse fic I've done thus far. Thank you to🏍️for the amazing idea!!

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It’s raining again. The kind of rain Monaco doesn’t see often. The torrential downpour that keeps everyone hidden away inside to keep warm.

She watches the water droplets race down the window, wondering which one will hit the edge first. It’s not productive, but she needs something to distract her from the ache in her bones. The hunger pains have gotten progressively worse over the last three weeks. Still, she’s finding ways to cope. She has to manage; the pain is what’s keeping her sane.

It’s nice being home and hidden behind the water covered window. It means she’s free to drop the human look. All horns and tail, long tongue and sharp teeth, dark eyes and pointed ears. It’s natural - or it used to be.

It doesn’t quite feel like her anymore. Like somehow everything that had once been a part of her is now irritating. Her horns are heavy and her tail refuses to be anywhere but the ground. All because his words sit in her head and bounce around the cavity in her chest.

He changed her.

~~~♡~~~

A month ago, she ran into Jos in the paddock. Even though she doesn’t like the guy, he’s still technically her king - and Max’s dad - so her father in law in a way. Max had mated with her (a heavenly feeling) but had done so without the consent of his father.

Jos doesn’t like her one bit. Which she doesn’t care about. If Max is the prince of the demons and set to take up leadership at some point, that makes her a princess. They both dislike each other but in the essence of keeping things civil, she makes it work.

“I didn’t expect to see you here today!” She nodded her head to show respect. Opting for that instead of bowing to this man in broad daylight.

“I wish I hadn’t seen you at all!” Well - fuck you too - she supposes. She’d fallen into step beside him as they made their way to the Redbull garage.

She nearly crashes into him when he stops abruptly. He grabs hold of her bicep and drags her down some alleyway between buildings. She goes with compliance, hell only knows what this man can and will do to her.

Her back hits the wall with a disorienting force. “You’re not enough for us.”

“I think you mean for you.”

Jos hisses close enough to her face that she can feel his saliva hitting her. “The council decided you’re not one of us-'' He grabs her chin and she watches as his eyes fade to that deep dark color that usually means something bad is about to happen.

“You will not eat. You are not one of us. Am I clear?”

She snaps at him. Her attempt at fighting his hold is futile. Not when the damn demon king is trying to hypnotize her. “No!”

He clamps a hand over her mouth and pulls a lighter out of his pocket. The open flame hovers just above the healed over scar on her clavicle. She shakes, desperate to get away from the heat. “You will not eat. You are not a ghoul. You are not one of us.”

It’s a hypnotic tone that seeps through her ears and floods her veins. The heat of the flame no longer her one weakness as her mind submits itself to the will of her king.

~~~♡~~~

Her jaw snapped shut. Her vocal chords refused to work. Her throat constricts around liquids. Her teeth become glued to each other each time she tries to bite down into something of nutrients.

A month of this torture and she can feel herself getting progressively more ravenous. Slowly they’ve exhausted all of their options. No matter how desperately she tries, she can’t get any substance into her.

Max’s reflection appears in the window. A frown etched upon lips. It doesn’t suit him; Max was made to smile. She likes being the one to cause it. These days it feels like all he’s doing is trying to ease her slow and painful death.

He sits opposite of her and heaves out a gust of warm air on the window. His pointer finger paints a simple picture of a stick figure. It’s - objectively - a terrible drawing, but it serves its purpose and makes her laugh.

“I’m scared, Max.”

“I know, schat.”

They continue to stare out the window. The bond doing the talking for them, passing their emotions back and forth. He can feel her pain and she can feel his inner rage.

Humans don’t understand. Maybe they never will. They fear those who are different. Think this way and do this thing or you're a monster. Certainly not all of them. Lando and Charles are prime examples of this. Still - surviving amongst them gets harder each day.

“I know what you want to do.” She turns towards him. Unbidden in the comfort of their own home. His tail flicks in uncertainty. A habit he picked up from Sebastian. “I don’t want you to regret it.”

“It’s inevitable. Just earlier than planned.” He won’t meet her gaze. “I can’t watch you suffer when I can stop it.”

“You have always been the chivalrous type.”

Max slides closer to her. His thumb comes to the underside of her chin and pushes it upward. Her eyes have nowhere else to go, forced to get lost in his. A never-ending sea of endless dark that she’d willingly drown in.

“Chin up, love. There is going to be a crown on your head soon. I’d hate to see it hit the ground.”

~~~♡~~~

She hates not being able to go inside. She understands why she can’t though. She already has the weight of one hypnosis spell weighing her down; she’s more susceptible to another.

Still, waiting is nerve wracking. The sound of familiar roars fill her ears. Occasionally wincing when she feels Max’s pain. Mild compared to what it is for him.

Lando and Charles are sitting on the ground with her. Their mates are inside with Max, along with Lewis and Sebastian. She attempts to hold close to the bonds of their tribe. They’ve been planning this for the last couple of weeks. Every hole is plastered with flexi tape.

“Relax, chéri. They are fine.”

She won’t open her mouth to mutter a thanks. Not when she’s already salivating and can smell exactly where their pulse points are. Not when she can hear the steady rhythm of their hearts.

No, she can’t eat, but she’d also rather not risk it.

“Do we have to bow to you after this whole ordeal is over?” Lando looks at her with a curious expression. “Cause like - Oscar doesn’t bend like that.”

Both her and Charles gape and the odd statement. Lando looks like he’s just stated the weather on an average Monday morning.

“Lando, are you sure it’s not you who doesn’t bend like that?”

“I think I know how I can bend mate! How do you think we broke the table-“

Charles grimaces, his nose scrunching up and cheeks turning red. “Bleh! I don’t need to know how Oscar bends you.”

“You asked!”

“And now I regret it…”

Another roar bellows into the night sky. It’s loud and painful. She looks to the boys beside her for confirmation that it’s not Oscar or Carlos. They nod at her, leaving only three options.

She bolts inside.

The roars turn to whines. The fire rages over the body of Jos Verstappen. Max has sunk to his knees, the sunset hues of the flames reflect in his eyes and illuminate the tear tracks on his cheeks.

She falls beside him. Panicked hands search for any possible wounds; any burns in need of immediate attention. Max is crying as she does so, but he’s smiling at the same time. There are a million emotions running through the room. The large flames a mercy to the now deceased king.

A fallen king lay before them. His body burned to ashes. They watch as he is devoured by the fire. The silence is deafening. The only noise being the roar of the flames. An irony that doesn’t go unnoticed. To feel serene with the one thing that would surely kill her if the starvation doesn’t first.

Max is the first to approach the pile of ashes on the ground. He creeps up to it like they might reanimate. Like they might take back what they once had and reestablish their hold on her mind with no chance at her escape.

Sebastian meets Max in the middle. He scoops handfuls of the ash and decorates Max’s skin. The Dutch looks miserable when Sebastian dumps a handful into Max’s own cupped hands.

“Do I have too?”

“Do you want your fathers powers?”

He groans, but doesn’t wait any longer. He tries to be serious, but there is an element of humor here despite the situation.

“Does this mean Max is a cannibal now?!” She supposes Lando is trying to whisper, but the building they are in echoes. He chokes when he hears it.

“Lando! I am trying to eat my father!”

“So you are a cannibal!”

Oscar slaps a hand over his mate's mouth. Briefly, a look of disgust flashes across his face. “If you really think licking me will work, you are mistaken.” Muffled sounds from underneath Oscar’s hand escape, but nobody understands.

Max is finally able to choke down the ashes of his father. Certainly not the most conventional of coronations, but she can’t picture it any other way.

“Never thought I’d see the day where we were dropping to our knees for this guy.” Carlos chuckles from somewhere beside her as they close in on the new king.

Not a prince anymore - a king.

It suits him more, she thinks. Standing tall in front of his tribe, still laughing at Lando and Oscar and their odd positioning. At Carlos and his playful pride as he kneels. He exchanges a smile with Charles after years of rivalry now comes a shared respect. He turns endearingly to Sebastian and Lewis looking at him like proud parents.

Then to her. She’s on the ground, her knees bruised already. Max pulls her up into his arms. He brings his hands to her jaw and once again she drifts into the calm of his endless eyes.

Soft fingers massage her jaw. The one that aches with a desperate need for something she hasn’t had in so long. He’s gentle with her, like an antique porcelain doll that might break if he applies too much pressure.

“You are worthy of every good thing. You are one of us, just as you always have been and you are deserving of your life.”

The cement that had been fire in her veins vanishes as he speaks. Max keeps talking, but she’s too lost in the relief from these heavy feelings - the euphoria of knowing she belongs again. The cavern of her chest is beating with words of comfort.

Her horns don’t feel like extra weights and her tail finds Max’s with immediate ease. They intertwine like they had before.

“You are here and loved. You have a place with us.” He tilts her chin upward like he’s done since they mated. “Chin up, your highness, you’re a queen now.”

~~~♡~~~

Sated.

Her body aches from a full belly instead of the hunger pains. As does the rest of their tribe, she presumes.

Max keeps getting phone calls… and he keeps ignoring them. Instead opting to keep his attention focussed on his tribe. His love for them - for her - is radiating through his every move.

“I think King Max sounds good on you.” She flashes her teeth at him. The others are either chatting, or if you’re Oscar then you’re using Lando as a blanket and sleeping. They are paying no attention to them.

“You think? I’d always resented it.”

“You’re going to change things, Max. That’s not something to resent.” They hook tails again, a comfort she’d missed dearly. “Plus, you’re stuck with me now since you saved my life. I’m going to be the most demanding queen.” She waves her hand around for dramatic flair.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“First I’m going to demand that you cuddle me - and I’ll figure out the rest later!”

“As you wish, your highness.”

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formulafics · 5 months

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Las Vegas landoscar wedding blurb for the 1k or I wouldn’t even mind a full fic tbh 🤭👀🙏🫣

☆ . viva la vida | ln⁴ & op⁸¹

i’d love to deliver a full fic, but i’m incapable of that rn. that being said, here’s a blurb, and if any landoscar lovers want to take this idea on as a full length fic, go for it! <3 also this isn’t super vegas focused (which wasn’t my intent) but it’s still cute, and i sure hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

🎶 i hear jerusalem bells a ringing

roman chalvalry choirs are singing

be my mirror, my sword, my shield 🎶

it was a joke at first, the idea of a vegas wedding. it was one that almost everyone on the paddock made. whether it be about their own partner, a friend, others, the las vegas chapel was only a part of the vegas rage.

that being said, oscar wasn’t shocked when lando brought it up — in fact, he thought to himself of course he would. what did shake oscar though, was the realization that his boyfriend wasn’t joking. lando was serious about getting married.

“come on, oscar,” lando had said, the ‘r’ barely sounded on the end of oscar’s name, with the ‘a’ dragged out. oscar loves the way lando says his name. “we could actually get married, with the funny story of it being in vegas.” oscar was silent. what do you say?…oh.

“are you proposing to me right now?” was oscar’s response. then, just as swiftly as lando brought up the idea, he let it go. “not right this moment- actually, hold that thought.” lando said. immediately, the boy picked up his keys, kissed oscar on the cheek, said his goodbyes, and was off.

it wasn’t exactly unusual for lando to do something so impulsively, but oscar was truly stumped this time. so, all he could do was wait for his boyfriend to return, as he knew it would be no use questioning him about it. (certainly not over text. lando is terrible at answering texts.)

then, oscar gets his answer, and it should have been so obvious — a ring. lando left to get a ring.

the weekend would play out normally - as normally as it could - and sunday, after everything just fell into place naturally, lando popped the question. oscar, even though he knew he was throwing himself into a guaranteed vegas wedding, said yes. at the end of the day, he couldn’t care less about where there wedding is.

he finds that all he cares about is lando, and the fact that he’s marrying - married to lando. even now, with a ring on his finger and marriage papers signed, the pair dancing within a crowd of friends and plus ones, all his kind is on is his boyfriend- husband.

“that’ll take some getting used to,” oscar says, making lando cock a questioning brow. “calling you my husband,” oscar responds, making the brunette grin. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t catch that. i’m your…your what?” lando leans in, making oscar roll his eyes, but his smile maintains big as ever. “husband. you’re my husband,” oscar gives lando what he wants, then presses a kiss to his cheek before lando can revert to his initial position.

as lando leans back to eye oscar, it’s the australians turn to cock a brow. “and i’m your…?” he inquires, making landos smile grow. “my oscar?” he asks, just doing it to press his husbands buttons. “lando,” oscar warns, drawing out the ‘a’ in his name.

“you’re my husband,” lando can hardly get through it, a giggle making its way out of his mouth, one that makes oscar’s heart swell. he leans in and plants his lips against lando’s, to which lando hums, returning the kiss. then, against lando’s lips, oscar murmurs once more “husband.”

#✩ . op⁸¹ files 🏎️#✩ . ln⁴ files 🏎️#formula one #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula one fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 x female reader #lando norris #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x lando norris #lando norris x oscar piastri #landoscar fic #landoscar

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delicateflappizzaplaid · 1 month

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Oscar Piastri

#op81🦘

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changetyre · 2 months

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Oh my god please I need more landoscar content 🙌🏻

Three can play this game || Landoscar x Reader (P2) Ⓗ

SUMMARY: The boys aren’t shy to let their friends know how much they enjoy you in every aspect of the word. And despite it being 2 against 1 sometimes it's not that hard to get the upper hand on the boys.

WARNINGS: Mostly suggestive content, no smut this time sorry ;(

A/N: I had so many requests for a part 2 but I got a huge block and it just sat in my drafts for the longest time. I'm not sure I like it but I can't think of anything else ;( I'd be up for a Part 3 if you'd like though.

The dinner was…a lot. The boys were right, it was a very booby choice of attire that you’d picked for tonight and the fact that they’d both happily left a big mark on each of your girls did nothing to help the “discrete” glances the boys around the table took at your chest.

You could tell Lando and Oscar were both highly enjoying the attention their girl was getting and they loved even more the fact that this was only making matters worse for the wet ache that they’d left between your legs a few hours ago.

"You like her dress, Pierre?" You almost choked on your food as your daring boyfriend confronted the man who was having the hardest time keeping his eyes off (your body) you .

Pierre cleared his throat but by his unshakable smirk, you could see he felt no shame in being caught. "I do, very...good fit."

You hoped the rush of heat to your cheeks wasn't visible to the rest of the table as you tried to focus on your food. You hated your boyfriends right now, so much for making this dinner one of the hardest nights of your life.

Oscar had kept his hand on your thigh all dinner letting it move up and down throughout the dinner occasionally inching higher than necessary.

Lando on the other hand was having the time of his life whispering dirty things into your ears, letting his hands roam your waist and his fingers occasionally grazing your breasts as well as planting kisses on your shoulder and neck not caring your PDA distracted the boys from their meals.

You might've as well started fucking in front of all of the boys at this rate you thought to yourself as it was clear you three tonight were the center of attention.

"Darling you alright?" Oscar cheekily asked you as you fanned yourself trying to keep the heat at bay.

You glared at your boyfriend and he simply smiled innocently. "You both are insufferable." You whispered to him.

"And why would that be my love?" Lando asked holding that mischief in his tone as usual.

"Hmm...fine." You huffed, earning your own sly smirk. "Three can play this game."

"What game?" Oscar asked with the same innocent tone.

"Boys, will you excuse me I need to use the restroom?" You asked, your tone suddenly confident to the surprise of those around the table.

Lando moved out of the way allowing you to leave. You were quick in the bathroom knowing the boys would probably want to join you which wasn't part of your plan.

You walked back to the table making sure the sway in your hips was a little more marked than necessary before scooting your way across your boyfriend's lap not letting him stand up to let you through this time.

The way Lando's hand gripped your waist as you scooted across his lap was a good indicator that your plan had set off excellently.

"Everything alright?" Oscar asked you.

"Everything's perfect." You smiled as you sucked your middle finger into your mouth watching the way Oscar looked closely at the motion. You knew the thoughts that would invade his mind and he'd obviously assume you'd taken care of yourself already.

"Baby, will you put this away for me? It was starting to bother me." You spoke clearly as well not caring as the rest of the boys heard and watched you hand something to Lando.

Lando opened his hand ready to receive it and his heart almost lept out of his chest as he saw the coated string you placed in his hand. He gasped before closing his fist tightly and stuffing the clothing in his pocket.

You heard a couple sniggers from the boys as you proudly managed to reverse this game.

"By the way Pierre I forgot to thank you for the compliment. I also think this dress is a good fit." You smiled at the man as you adjusted the dress from your chest.

"Uh...y..yeah." Pierre cleared his throat nervously this time. "Yeah of course."

"I know the boys liked it a lot as well...should've seen them before leaving." You joked unashamedly. "I mean I'm sure you can tell anyway." You laughed to yourself loving the effect you were having on the men across the table.

"Uh baby would you like some dessert?" Lando asked you clearly trying to get you to stop your games.

"Hmmm." You turned to your boyfriend, your hands coming down to rest high on his thigh which made him tense at the action. "I would love some dessert." you bit your lip "innocently".

"Oh, you're too funny my darling." Oscar pulled you back now panicking at the way the rest of the boys were left speechless.

"And why is that Ozzie?" You leaned to him this time.

"Well I think you might've had too much to drink tonight darling." Oscar tried laughing it off. "If you're full then I think we can go."

"Hmm I'm not exactly full but I'm sure I'll be stuffed later hmm-" you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

"OKAY we're gonna go. Good night." Lando interrupted you and took your hand pulling you up and away with him.

You giggled to yourself proud that you'd gotten your desired reaction, leaving the boys with mouths wide open and your boyfriends beyond flustered.

The drive home was definitely going to be interesting.

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #changetyre #f1 one shot #f1fic #f1 smut #formula 1 #oscar piastri x lando norris #oscar piastri #lando norris #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #landoscar x reader #f1 poly fic

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twinkodium · 6 months

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𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓎 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈 (𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 / 𝑀𝒸𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Landoscar / Mctwinks

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ Dirty words, Lando is a brat and also horny, nagging and ‘seducing’ Oscar‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Suggestive

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 1,8K

ᥫ᭡ Summary: Oscar plans to relax, read a great book, enjoy the chill atmosphere and the company of his boyfriend after a tiring yet satisfying race weekend. Only said boyfriend has other ideas how to spend their day off that have nothing to do with relaxing.

ᥫ᭡ A/N: Y’all were so excited to read this, I hope it’s not a complete failure and disappoint anyone 😭😭 started as a full fluff idea, but as most of you already know I’m a THIRSTY bitch, so it ended up being suggestive 😂 plus, aren’t they so fruity all the time? Not my fault, they give off those vibes and I followed the flow 🤭 once again BIG FOREHEAD KISSES for @lattesqueeze 🥺🥰 what would I do without you? 🥹

ᥫ᭡ A/N 2.0: lovely Charlotte suggested that I should write a sequel and I immediately had the idea of a TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF where Lando is ACTUALLY sick and Oscar looks after him as the sweet and caring boyfriend he is 🥹🥹 cuz we all would love to see domestic!Oscar right? 🫠 (let me know what you think 🤭)

His small, delicate figure stands in front of the full-length window, lithe arms wrapped around himself as he shivers slightly. He muses that he might be coming down with a cold, as his boyfriend seems to be immune to the freezing temperature in the apartment. His soft, greenish eyes follow the colorful leaves being swept up by the rising wind, twirling around in the air. Heavy rain drops splatter against the glass from all angles, and a big drop catches his attention as it slowly dribbles down the windowpane, disappearing on the edge of the window.

When his shivers become unbearable, he diverts his eyes away from the storm outside and looks around in search of cosy relief for his chilled limbs. The dark green hoodie appears in his sight like a miracle, tossed aside on the sofa nearby. Lando puffs out a sigh as he pulls it over his head and slides his hands into the front pocket, waiting for the warmth to engulf him. The familiar scent hits him, smoothing away his annoyance of bearing with the chill.

They just got back from Qatar, still on a high from the amazing performance they achieved as a team. Lando’s weekend could’ve been better, but he was delighted to celebrate and praise his lover for his achievement. In fact, he couldn’t be prouder as he watched the Australian - his Australian - smiling shyly to the cameras and accepting congratulatory comments, hugs, and hearty slaps on the back from fellow drivers. Goosebumps appear on his arms as he thinks back of how stunning he looked when his sweat, mixed with champagne, ran down his whole body, soaking his race suit and making it stick to his muscular chest and shoulders.

The sound of a distant barking dog wakes him up from daydreaming, and the sweet smell of a pumpkin pie candle lures him towards their shared bedroom. Immediately, he notices the younger man laying on top of the duvet in his lovely, tiny shorts that show off his delicious thighs and a T-shirt tight enough to stretch a little across his well-trained torso. He casually reads a book, looking for all the world as though he doesn’t have a boyfriend to pay attention to. Lando sidles over to the bed, dramatically flopping down face-first to get his boyfriend’s attention, burying his cheeks in the covers and letting out a frustrated groan. Oscar takes his eyes off the page to look over at him with a raised eyebrow, completely oblivious to what could possibly have Lando irritated.

‘What’s up Lan?’ He keeps his gaze on his lover’s figure for a little longer before shrugging his shoulders and returning to his crime story.

Another sigh leaves the Brit’s mouth before giving in to the temptation, pushing himself up a little to crawl to Oscar’s side. He places his chin on the other’s chest, staring at his pretty face and silently counting the moles that cover his skin. He sneakily runs his hand over the bumps and ridges on his upper body, accidentally hitting the underside of the book Oscar is holding. A sly grin spreads over his features as he gently grabs the side of his neck and waits patiently for his boyfriend to finally spare him a glance. Oscar, as always, is as cool as a cucumber, making no effort whatsoever to turn his head towards Lando. Secretly, Oscar is at least a little curious as to how impatient and bratty he might become when he doesn’t get what he wants. Lando lets out another sigh, kicking his feet like a little kid before snuggling closer to the Australian. He hugs his leg around his tiny waist, just above his crotch to tease him slightly, positioning his thigh with purpose, dangerously close to the other man’s dick. Oscar has to bite into his lips to refrain from chuckling at how cute Lando is when he’s restless like this. Lando angles his head a little higher, every breath he takes hitting the younger’s neck, forming goosebumps across the pale skin.

‘How are you so warm?’ He murmurs into his neck, letting his body fully relax by his boyfriend’s warmth.

‘How are you so cold? You have to be wearing two layers of clothes, if not more.’ Nothing can swipe off his smug, lopsided grin as he looks down to take in the sight of Lando in his green hoodie. He places his unoccupied arm around his smaller frame, drawing him closer.

‘I dunno. I might be sick.’ He shoves his face closer to Oscar’s neck, leaving small kisses on exposed skin, his longer hair gently tickling the side of his face. ‘And the fact that you keep ignoring me doesn’t help me feel any better.’ His neediness knows no limits, always wants to be close to the Aussie, being loved and cherished by the younger man. Oscar’s breath speeds up a little as he relaxes into Lando’s kisses and caresses.

‘I started this book five minutes ago, stop being a drama queen.’ He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous accusation and, just to annoy Lando even more, never puts down the book to give him his full attention. ‘You should find something to entertain yourself with while I’m busy reading.’

‘Does your dick count?’ He whispers into his neck and continues peppering his skin with sloppy pecks. Oscar let out a disapproving grunt as he combs his fingers through Lando’s soft curls, slightly yanking on them to stop the sweet torture on his sensitive skin. ‘Guess it’s a no, or you want my mouth somewhere else too?’ He looks up at him, innocently blinking his lust-filled eyes.

His boyfriend’s soft brown eyes sparkle with mischief before he shakes his head to the suggestion.

‘Yeah, okay. A definite no, got it.’ His disappointment swipes the smile off, his usually cheerful expression turns sulky. A pout appears on his lips, big greenish eyes staring back at him with pleading.

‘You can get a kiss.’ Lando immediately lights up, ogling Oscar’s perfectly pink lips with hungry eyes. ‘But only, if you promise me, you’ll leave me alone for an hour after.’ That’s a way to ruin the mood yet again.

‘Or we can make out while you show me how much you love me.’ He tries his best to negotiate on the terms to favour and satisfy his desires.

‘Or I refuse to give you any, and let you suffer and beg for it.’ One perfectly shaped eyebrow raises as Lando’s frown deepens, defeat clouding his expression.

‘Okay, okay. One kiss only. As you wish. I can’t and won’t argue with a man who has big brown eyes.’

Oscar puts his book face down next to him on the bed and immediately reaches for Lando’s cheek. He trails his thumb over his cheekbone, back and forth, the top of his fingers touching the side of his neck making him whimper. His other hand is still buried between the curls, gently holding his head closer to his own. Lando can’t wait any longer to taste him, jolting his head forward to connect their lips in a desperate, needy kiss.

Oscar hums in satisfaction, dragging Lando’s body closer to his and angling his own to be face to face, laying on their sides.

His hand snakes down Lando’s side to grab his thigh and pushes their crotch together, earning a needy moan from the curly-haired Brit. Their mouths move in sync, with and against each other, licking, biting, but not deepening the kiss. Lando furiously claws his fingers into Oscar’s hair, tugging on his light brown locks to make him gasp a little, thus opening his mouth enough to slip his tongue in. Oscar knows him too well to give him what he wants, instead biting into Lando’s bottom lip, hard enough to make his hips buck forward right into his.

The friction is unbearable, as their half-hard dicks slide against each other, forcing them to moan out in unison. That’s the moment Lando was waiting for, to slide his tongue into Oscar’s warm wet mouth, searching for his. The Aussie is smart enough to know when to stop if he wants a chill night without letting Lando get carried away. He breaks the kiss but doesn’t let go of Lando, staying close to him, all the while panting rapidly.

Lando slowly opens his eyes to look into his, still filled with lust, demanding to continue. He thrusts his hips forward, hunting for just a little more contact. His boyfriend has other plans though, he pushes his body away to get back to his previous position and laying on his back again. He picks up the book, smoothing the crumpled pages and calmly starts reading like nothing happened. Only the visible bulge at the front of his shorts suggests otherwise.

‘OSCAAAAAR!’ Lando hits his flat stomach grumbling, drawing a deep chuckle out of the younger. He doesn’t hesitate to side-hug Oscar once again, just like before, throwing his leg over his waist, teasingly pressing down on his member to spite him. It makes him whimper, digging his nails into Lando’s muscular thigh to pull it up and end the torture.

‘I reckon nagging me is your way of showing affection…’ A smile sits on his now-swollen lips as he massages Lando’s scalp.

‘Is it a crime that I’d like my lovely, cuddly boyfriend to focus on me and only me? If yes, then sue me.’ He speaks into his neck, kissing one of the moles that decorates his skin. He grazes his teeth over the beauty mark before sinking them into the milky white surface. Oscar throws his head back, allowing Lando more access to abuse the sensitive area.

‘Didn’t we agree that you’d let me be for an hour in exchange for a kiss?’ He straightens his shaky voice, but quickly gets overwhelmed by Lando’s movement. Lips, hands, legs roam all over his body, sliding under his T-shirt, pushing up his tiny shorts to expose more skin.

‘Hm… did we? Sadly, I have the memory of a goldfish.’ He flicks his tongue over the bite he left on his boyfriend’s thick neck just seconds ago to ease the burning sensation. Oscar can’t control his instinct any more, pleasure traveling through his body, setting his senses alight.

Lando knows exactly what he is doing to him, and, because he’s a brat, he doesn’t stop urging him on to lose his cool. He pushes his hardening dick into the side of his delicious thigh, humping it with measured motions for more friction and luscious fulfillment. Eventually, he climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs, and smacks the book from his hand. Oscar doesn’t care anymore - his senses are on edge and only focused on the beautiful man on top of him. A groan leaves his mouth in near-agony, pulling Lando’s body completely onto his and flipping them both over forcefully. He positions himself between Lando’s spreading legs, frantically attacking his mouth to stop Lando from barking out a snarky comment.

He knows he can’t resist the needy man under him. Lando always gets his way no matter what, and who is he to deny him anything when he asks so nicely? Oscar will always make him beg for more.

#f1 #lando norris #oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #landoscar #mctwinks #my papaya boys 🥹🧡#twinklaren #Oscar Piastri x Lando norris #it’s up on ao3 too 🫣#Lola writes 🖋️

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the mountain knows (and maybe that's enough) on ao3

landoscar / 4.3k words written for Shels as part of the @f1playlistficexchange <3 🏕

“You’re a pro athlete, mate,” Lando chuckles, “you should handle this a little better I’d reckon.” Much to Oscar’s dismay, Lando does look a lot less affected by climbing a fucking mountain. He hates it more than he likes to admit.

“But it’s different,” Oscar counters, “driving a formula one car is a lot more fun.”

The words feel weird in Oscar’s mouth, hollow somehow. Lando must hear it too because he turns his head fully now. “Is it?” He asks and Oscar swallows around nothing.

#it was SO much fun to partake in the fic exchange <33 #i hope you'll enjoy this piece!!#f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #landoscar #814 #oscar piastri #lando norris #op81 #ln4 #oscar piastri x lando norris #ao3 fanfic #f1 playlist exchange 2024

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Off Track Desire - Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

smut, fluff.

approx. 1100 words.

warnings: SEX, p in v, oral (fem receiving), swearing.

oscar piastri masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

As the anticipation mounted before the exhilarating sprint race in Qatar, you playfully bantered with your friend, Oscar Piastri, teasing that if he emerged victorious, you'd indulge in a more intimate form of celebration. Little did you anticipate that his performance would exceed al yourl expectations, but you found yourself not at all dismayed by the outcome of your playful wager.

With each rev of the engine, he poured his heart and soul into the race, his determination fueled not only by the pursuit of victory but also by the unspoken attraction between you both—a truth acknowledged by him, you, and the discerning eyes of Formula One enthusiasts worldwide.

Though he had openly expressed his desires, he opted instead to wait for the perfect opportune moment; it seemed that the chequered flag marked the perfect culmination of his ambitions.

As he soared past the finish line at breakneck speed, your jubilant cheers echoed through the air, a testament to the pride and elation swelling within you.

“Very nicely done everyone,” Oscar said in his radio, “Thank you, very much. Very Very well managed and uhh, yes, tell Y/N I still expect the gift she promised me.” He finished before the radio crackled.

With the race behind him, Oscar emerged from his car, the visor of his helmet lifted to reveal a visage glistening with sweat—a detail inconsequential in the face of your overwhelming admiration. Rushing into his embrace, you held him close, your heart brimming with pride and affection.

"I am beyond proud of you, Osc!" you exclaimed amidst the cacophony of cheering fans, your words a testament to the depth of your admiration.

A mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes as he playfully inquired, "So, am I still entitled to my reward?" Though delivered in jest, the underlying sincerity in his tone left no room for doubt.

Your cheeks flushed with a vibrant crimson hue as you stumbled over your words, "I- Yes," the embarrassment evident in your voice, eliciting a smirk from him.

"I’ll see you later then, yeah?" he remarked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. Your response was a silent nod, your mind still reeling from the exchange. "Oh, and wear something pretty for me," he added with a suggestive tone.

As the heat of your blush persisted, you could only manage a wordless acknowledgment, your thoughts consumed by the anticipation of what lay ahead.

Later that night, he arrived at your hotel room, rapping his knuckles against the door before you welcomed him in. His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him. Clad in daring red and black lace that left little to the imagination.

With a swift motion, he shut the door behind him, his hand finding the nape of your neck, pulling you into a fervent kiss. Your breath hitched as his lips claimed yours, igniting a fire within you. The room was cast in shadows, the soft glow of the bathroom light providing the only illumination, while the moon's gentle rays filtered through the curtains. The king-sized bed, draped in delicate pink sheets provided by the hotel, awaited your passionate embrace.

"God, I would've killed to see you like this a few months ago," he murmured, his urgency palpable as he guided you towards the bed, his desire undeniable.

"What's the hurry?" you teased, a playful glint in your eye. "I'm all yours."

Pressed against the wall, his hands firmly gripping your hips, you could feel his arousal pressing against you. His lips trailed along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine as he nibbled just below your ear. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered huskily.

"You tell me," you moaned in response.

Before you knew it, you found yourself seated on the edge of the bed, his head buried between your thighs, his expert tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Gripping his hair, you guided him, relishing in his every touch and groan.

After reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy once, twice, three times, he rose to his feet, shedding his clothes with haste. "Let me know if I'm too much," he breathed, his eyes ablaze with desire.

Propped against the pillows, you welcomed him, feeling him enter you slowly, eliciting a breathy moan from both of you. Each movement was gentle at first, his kisses sweet and his whispers tender. But soon, his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic, with no real rhythm, you love the feeling. His head falls back, abs flexing, satisfied moans falling out as his hips go back and forth. “So fucking good, baby. You’re being so fucking good for me.”

His hips flexed, his words a symphony of passion as you both reached the peak together, your cries of pleasure mingling in the air. "So good," he gasped, his voice trembling with satisfaction, as you surrendered to the intoxicating bliss of the moment.

He tells you how close he is and it pushes you over the edge. Both finishing at the same time, “Fuck- Fuck-Fuck.” his voice cracks a little as he finishes inside of you.

In the serene quietude that followed their passionate union, a gentle calm settled over them, punctuated only by the rhythmic cadence of their intertwined breaths. Lost in the tender reverie of the moment, they found solace in the comforting embrace of each other's arms, their hearts beating in harmonious synchrony.

As the moon cast its soft glow upon the room, Oscar's gaze lingered upon you, his eyes alight with a newfound clarity and determination. With a soft, hesitant breath, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering against your skin.

"Y/N," he began, his voice soft and earnest, "I know we've always danced around it, but… Do you wanna maybe be my girlfriend… like officially."

A flutter of anticipation danced in your chest as you met his gaze, the question hanging in the air between you. With a tender smile, you nodded, your heart overflowing with warmth and affection.

"Yes, Oscar," you whispered, your heart brimming with joy, "I'd love to."

A flicker of relief and joy danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his gaze locking with yours in an unspoken promise of affection.

el fin.

still cant write smut too well. im working on it shhh