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i have seen the requests i’ve gotten and they will be written!! i’ve just got a lot of projects going at work rn but they wrap up in mid may! thank u for sending them!

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Am I Good for You?

PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, dom/sub dynamics, praise, p in v, fingering, safe word mention, edging, unprotected sex, use of ‘sir’,

SUMMARY: Oscar talks to Lando about his sex life and starts worrying that he’s not pleasing you. You decide to try things a little rougher.

WORD COUNT: 3,102

“Do you think I’m good at sex?”

Oscar asked the question as soon as he walked through the door. You laughed. He hadn’t even said ‘hello.’

“What are you talking about, Osc?” You asked. You were sitting at the counter flipping through a magazine.

“Do you think I’m good at sex?” Oscar repeated.

“Is this some kind of foreplay? It’s not really working,” you joked. Oscar looked truly distressed though. He sat down on the stool beside yours at the counter.

“Baby, I’m serious. Is it—Am I good for you?” He asked.

“Where’s this coming from?” You asked. Oscar had never done anything that made you suspect him of being insecure before.

“I was talking to Lando today,” Oscar admitted. You sighed.

“Oscar, Lando’s crazy,” you reminded your boyfriend.

“I know, but he was talking about some of the things he does,” Oscar started. “And he was really surprised that we hadn’t ever done any of them.”

“Okay?” You waited for something more. Oscar sighed.

“The way he looked at me just made me feel like he knew that I was disappointing you without ever asking you,” he told you.

“Well, he doesn’t know that because you’ve never disappointed me, Osc,” you said firmly.

“But do you get everything you want from me?” Oscar pushed. “I don’t do anything special.”

“Did Lando tell you that?” You questioned. You needed to have a word with the sassy little brit.

“No, but he might as well have,” Oscar said.

“What is it that he said?” You pushed.

“It wasn’t one thing,” Oscar told you. “He was just listing off all the things he does with his partners and…I’d never done any of them with you.” He dropped his shoulders. “I feel like I’ve been doing it all wrong.”

“Is there something you want us to do?” You asked. Oscar shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just—I thought I knew what you wanted, but I…I guess I never asked you.”

“What did you think I wanted?” You questioned. Oscar looked up at you. He had been avoiding your eyes for the last few minutes.

“I thought you wanted—I don’t know—I thought you should be treated like a princess,” Oscar finally said. You smiled at this revelation.

“You’re always so careful with me,” you said fondly.

“I thought I should be. You’re not just some fling,” he told you. “I don’t want you to feel like I don’t care about you.”

“I always feel like you care about me,” you assured him.

“But are you satisfied? Do you want more from me?”

“Do you want more?” You asked. “You’re more experienced than me, Oscar.”

“Don’t think about me,” he said. “I’ve always kept it….soft…with you.” He was quiet for a moment. “But I haven’t ever asked you if that’s what you want, and I should have,” Oscar reiterated his earlier thought. “So, baby,” he started. “What do you want?” Your eyes widened. The question was far too direct for your shy personality.

“I don’t know,” you replied quickly. “I like what we do.” Oscar smirked. You answered too quickly. You did know what you wanted.

“I do too,” he assured you. “But we could do other things. I’ve always taken the lead, baby,” Oscar said. “What’s something you think about when I’m gone?”

“Oscar, I always think about you,” you said, thinking that it was the most obvious thing in the world. Oscar grinned.

“C’mon, baby,” Oscar said. “Just because you weren’t experienced when you met me doesn’t mean you didn’t have naughty thoughts.”

“Oscar Jack Piastri, what are you saying about me?” You questioned. Oscar chuckled. His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you.

“I know you said I was the first person to make you come,” Oscar said.

“Don’t brag.” He chuckled.

“But I was second,” Oscar continued. “I think we both know the first person to make you come was you.” You blushed. Oscar was simultaneously turning you on and filling your chest with nerves. “You had fantasies before you met me.” Oscar’s eyes were hungry. “Tell me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Oscar, I don’t want to,” you whispered shyly.

“Why not, love?” He asked.

“I like what we do…and it’s embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“It’s embarrassing to tell me something you want from me?” Oscar questioned.

“Yes!” You whined.

“Why, baby? Don’t you trust me?” Oscar pushed. Your eyes softened.

“Of course I trust you, but…” You trailed off.

“But what?” Oscar pushed.

“You think I’m so innocent, but…” you started. Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes I want you to be a little…rougher…with me,” you admitted. “But I don’t want you to think I’m dirty. I like being your innocent baby.”

“It’s okay to be dirty, kitten,” Oscar assured you quickly. “And you can still be my innocent baby.” He reached out and took your hands. “But you want me to be rough with you?” He asked cautiously. Oscar had never tried being rough with you. It didn’t seem right to him. You were so sweet and innocent in his eyes. Your cheeks were burning and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you said the words though. Oscar was sure you were telling the truth.

“If that’s okay…” you whispered. Oscar kept his eyes on you, hoping he could draw another admission out of you if he just stayed quiet. “And maybe you could…make me…beg…a little.” Oscar’s face lit up.

“What do you want to beg for?” He asked at once. You raised an eyebrow. It seemed you had stumbled upon something he wanted too.

“Umm…Why don’t you pick?” You offered. Oscar grinned.

“You want me to be in charge?” He asked. He’d never been submissive between the two of you, but he’d never been particularly dominant either. The balance between you had always been fairly even. You nodded shyly.

“Please,” you squeaked out.

“My naughty baby,” Oscar started taunting. “All this time I thought you were so innocent.” His hands were on you now, sliding up your thighs. You pushed your knees together, as if that would keep him from knowing just how turned on you were.

“Oscar,” you whispered. You weren’t sure what you even meant to ask for.

“But you’re not completely innocent, are you?” Oscar teased you. “Just had this little head full of naughty thoughts while I was treating you so nice.” Oscar could tell by the way you were looking at him that he already had you wrapped around his finger. “Bedroom. Now.” Oscar had never given you a command that way, even in your most heated moments. It was turning you on though, and Oscar could see that. You quickly hurried down the hall. When you got to the bedroom you turned around and looked at Oscar, waiting for further instructions.

“We should have a safe word, shouldn’t we?” Oscar asked you. His new dominant facade wasn’t there. This was your sweet caring Oscar who always wanted you to be okay.

“How about ‘papaya?’” You offered. Oscar chuckled. He had closed the space between you. His hands fell onto your hips.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. “You can tell me any time you don’t like something, okay? I won’t be mad.” You nodded. “I want to hear it,” he requested.

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you assured him.

“Good girl,” he praised. Your eyes went wide and you looked down. Oscar ducked to meet your eyes. “You like that, huh?” He asked. “Should’ve told me that before, kitten.” He gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head in one smooth motion. You had been at home all day and you hadn’t put on a bra, so Oscar was blessed with the sight of your plush breasts. Your nipples hardened in the cool air of your bedroom. You started to wrap your arms around yourself as a shiver passed over you. Oscar smiled. “Cold?”

“A little,” you said. Oscar grabbed your hips, pushing you back towards the bed till he’d gotten you laid out on your back.

“I’ll warm you up.” He grabbed the waistband to your sweatpants and tugged them down with your underwear. He looked down at your naked body. He never got enough of your body. You were a work of art to him. You were the object of every one of his fantasies. He couldn’t help but stare.

“Yours too,” you called up nervously. Oscar met your eyes and smiled smugly. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he pulled his shirt off. His chest was tight and muscular and he flexed his arms as he tossed his shirt to the side. He started to climb on the bed, but you whined. He looked down at you, waiting for you to explain. “All of it.” You told him. He chuckled before taking his pants off, leaving himself as bare as he had you.

Oscar climbed up the bed once he was naked and laid his body over yours, his weight holding you in place. He had his forearms planted on either side of your head and he leaned down to kiss you. He was soft and sweet with his kisses, contrasting sharply from the dominance he was exhibiting everywhere else. You let out a small sigh of pleasure into the kiss and Oscar chuckled against your lips. He started kissing down your neck and body.

Oscar’s lips fell around your nipple. He sucked and licked at the hardened flesh, bringing a tingling feeling all over your skin. You could feel the burn spreading between your legs and you tried to push them together, but found your knees were blocked by Oscar’s hips. He sensed your intention immediately. He lifted one hand and slid it down between your legs.

“Osc,” you moaned softly at the mere idea of him touching your most sensitive spots. He laughed against your body. He had moved to your other nipple after he felt he had paid enough attention to the first. You were already whimpering and whining under his electric touch. His fingers had found your dripping hole but he refused to slip them inside. You whined in protest, shifting your hips up to signal what you wanted.

“Shh,” he hushed you sharply. You closed your mouth at once. He had never displayed anything like disapproval before. Instinctually, you wanted to please him. He continued to tease your entrance, his lips moving back to yours. You were growing impatient when you finally realized what he was waiting for.

“Please touch me, Oscar,” you murmured against his lips. Oscar smirked. That was all it took for him to slide his fingers inside your warmth. You arched your back and moaned loudly at the feeling of finally being touched in the way you truly wanted.

Oscar slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. You were whimpering under his lazy movements, desperate for him to give you more. He kissed your neck, surely making marks that would be seen in any photos taken at the race in the upcoming weekend.

“Are you feeling good?” Oscar asked. His voice was low and gravelly and his accent made his words sound even sexier. You nodded. He gave you a look that told you he was expecting a vocal answer.

“Really good,” you called up. Oscar started pumping his fingers faster. You whimpered. He pushed his thumb against your clit. You whined embarrassingly loud for the fact that he didn’t move it. He snickered at your reaction.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” Oscar commented. He was saying it more to himself than you—it was like he was bragging to himself. He knew that he was the only one who had ever had you in this state.

The tension in your body was rising and you knew your orgasm was coming. You arched your back, throwing your head into the pillows and clutching at Oscar’s body. You were just on the precipice when suddenly, Oscar wasn’t touching you anymore. You opened your eyes and stared at him, but you were met only with a cocky smirk.

“Why?” You whined.

“You don’t come until I decide you do tonight,” Oscar said. “That’s what you’re begging for.” You closed your mouth and nodded dutifully.

“Yes, sir.” You let the nickname fall off your lips with ease—you didn’t even plan on saying it but there it was on your tongue. Oscar grinned when he heard you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Oscar groaned. “You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” You nodded quickly.

“Really good, sir,” you agreed. He chuckled.

“Then right now, be quiet,” Oscar said. That was all the warning you got before he was thrusting his fingers into your quickly, his thumb moving quickly against your clit. You whined loudly. “Shh.” The way he was hushing you was driving you up the wall and you clenched around his fingers. Oscar felt it and was spurred on. He moved faster with the hopes of drawing out another moan that he could hush you for.

After Oscar had gotten his fill of hushing you he told you to moan again, not wanting to miss out on the beautiful sounds you made. He drew you to the edge again, spurred on by the moans he could draw from you once he had told you not to be quiet.

Oscar couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought he might have been transported to heaven given how beautiful the sight in front of him was. Your face was contorted in pleasure, your eyes watering. Your fingers were dug into the sheets and your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. You were whimpering and whining in ecstasy and every little ‘please’ and ‘Oscar’ that fell from your lips made him even harder. His thumb was slowly rubbing back and forth over your clit as he kept fingering you steadily. He could feel you tightening around his fingers and he knew he was bringing you towards the edge again.

“Osc,” you murmured more strongly than your small whispers. You knew that he knew you were about to cum. He’d always known your body so well.

“Yes?” He called down with a sly smirk on his face. You scowled at him, knowing he was teasing you.

“Oscar, please.” Oscar smirked.

“Please, what?” He asked.

“Please can I—ungh!” You gasped when Oscar rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls.

“Can you what?” Oscar taunted.

“Please can I cum, sir?” You spit out.

“No, I don’t think so,” Oscar teased as he pulled his thumb away. You cried out in protest. Oscar stopped thrusting his fingers, and pulled them out of your heat. Oscar watched as your chest heaved, trying to recover from the sudden theft of pleasure. “God, I should’ve been playing with you like this since we met,” Oscar groaned.

“Please,” you whined. “I want to come.”

“Oh, I know, kitten,” Oscar cooed. You sniffled slightly, a single tear slipping down your cheek. Oscar reached up and wiped it away. “Is it too much?” He checked. His voice was softer. You were quiet for a moment.

“No,” you admitted quietly. Oscar smiled, but he was worried that you were just saying it to please him.

“You promise me, kitten?” He pushed. You nodded.

“I promise, Osc,” you said. Oscar smiled in approval and kissed you.

“You want my cock now, baby?” He asked.

“Please,” you said in a gasping breath. Oscar was going wild at the desperation in your voice. He couldn’t bring himself to tease anymore so he lined himself up with you. He looked into your eyes as he slowly slipped himself into you. He moved slowly as he pushed in, making the most indulgent moan you had ever heard from him.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. He was right. You could hear the slosh of your juices with every thrust Oscar made.

“I’m not going to last long,” you whined.

“I know, kitten,” Oscar said. He grabbed your legs and pushed them up against your chest. You let out a sharp cry at the sudden change in angle. You cried out Oscar’s name and dug your fingers into his arms, surely leaning bruises. Oscar could feel you clenching down on him and he knew you were nearing your peak. He looked deep into your tear brimmed eyes. You felt the panic of having your orgasm stolen from you again. Oscar’s eyes were dark as they stared into yours.

“Beg.” His voice was low and gravelly and firm and you were sure there wasn’t a person in the world who could have denied him.

“Please, sir. Please make come. I need it so bad. I need you. I need your cum. Please, Osc,” you were crying and whimpering the words out, terrified of the idea of having the burning pleasure you felt taken from you again.

“Where do you need my cum?” Oscar pushed.

“Inside me! Inside, Osc, please!” You cried. Your body was on fire, your mind outside your body. Oscar grinned at your words.

“Come.” Oscar’s order was the sweetest sound you ever heard and you let the tsunami of pleasure Oscar had built for you wash over your body. You were shaking and crying, your hips pushing up into his. You tightened down on Oscar and he gasped, letting himself go to the sounds of you chanting his name over and over.

You weren’t sure how long it was after you came but you found yourself back in your body with Oscar lying on top of you. He was pressing soft kisses to the crook of your neck where his head was resting comfortably. Somehow he knew that you had calmed down the moment it happened.

“How was that for you?” He asked. You laughed.

“Are you joking, Osc?” You asked. “That’s the best sex we’ve ever had.” He chuckled back.

“I didn’t want to assume,” he replied. You noticed the bruises you’d made on his arms and you gently ran your fingertips over them.

“I think we owe Lando a ‘thank you,’” you said. Oscar laughed.

“I’ll be sure to let him know.” You turned your head down to find Oscar’s eyes looking into yours.

“You better not tell him everything,” you threatened. Oscar smiled.

“There’s no secrets between teammates,” he teased.

“There is if you want to do that again,” you said. Oscar smirked.

“I think we just established that you’re the one who does the begging.” You smirked right back at him.

“Maybe this time. But Lando was right. There’s lots we haven’t tried.”

#oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader smut #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri imagine

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Slower

PAIRING: Charles Leclerc x reader

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, riding, cockwarming if you squint.

SUMMARY: Quick smut blurb, idk

WORD COUNT: 204

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Requests are open!

“Slower, baby.”

Charles’ voice had you going crazy. He grabbed your hips more firmly. He slowed your movements, lifting you up and down the entire length of his cock in a lazy manner that had you clenching on him. You tried to fight his hold, wanting to bounce on his cock and satisfy the unbearable burn between your thighs.

“Charles, please,” you whimpered. Charles dug his fingers into your thighs roughly.

“I said slower,” he said in a voice that told you not to disobey. You whined in protest but stopped fighting against the agonizing pace he had set for you. Charles lowered you again. He was holding you steady, just feeling the full length of his cock buried inside your warmth. You squeezed down on him when he refused to move and let out a small whine, clearly expressing your impatience. Charles’ eyes met yours, moving away from the spot where you were connected.

“I need it faster, please,” you whispered desperately, like it was a secret you were embarrassed to tell him. He smirked. The look on his face told you that Charles wasn’t going to listen to your pleas.

“I always go fast, mon amour,” Charles said. “Tonight we’re going to go slow.”

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #charles leclerc fic

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Everyone knew but us.

PAIRING: Carlos Sainz x gn! reader (no pronouns)

WARNINGS: Language, Lando slander (he's still my favorite little elf)

SUMMARY: You were Carlos' best friend before you were dating Lando. Watching you together made Carlos know that he loved you, and when Lando breaks your heart Carlos finally takes a chance on your love.

WORD COUNT: 1,766

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Requests are open!

Carlos had been furious with Lando when he found out that the little British asshole broke your heart. Carlos had begrudgingly given Lando his blessing eight months ago and he didn’t think he had ever regretted anything more. 

The anger had started casually. When you came to races and you spent your time at Mclaren instead of Ferrari it sparked a little jealousy in him. He knew you were originally a Mclaren fan. It was one of the things he missed about racing for them. 

When you came to the galas you were Lando’s date now, not Carlos.’ You spent the night hanging on Lando’s arm, not his. Things were different. Carlos was second to his friend, and he didn’t like it. You belonged to Carlos. He didn’t know why he’d never realized it before. But he knew it every time he saw you with Lando. And now you were here, crying in Carlos’ bed over Lando breaking your heart.

Carlos was in bed with you, arm around your waist, holding you to his chest as you sobbed. He was running his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you. You had been crying for nearly an hour at this point, and that was only since you arrived at his house. Carlos had been mostly quiet, whispering sweet nothings to you every now and then. 

“I’m sorry, Carlos,” you sniffled. Your tears had subsided enough for you to get words out. Carlos lifted his head to look at you, but you didn’t look up at him. Your forehead was pressed to his collarbone, your eyes closed tightly, as if it would block out the pain.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for, mi amor?” Carlos let the nickname fall off his lips so easily. He’d refrained from using it when you started dating Lando. But it came back as easily as riding a bike. It was natural. He was glad to have it back. 

“I knew you didn’t really want me to date him,” you said. “I could tell.” Carlos stilled his hand in your hair. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Carlos said after a moment. 

“But you didn’t want me to date Lando,” you repeated. Carlos sighed. 

“No, mi amor. I did not,” Carlos admitted. “I did not think he would cheat on you though.” 

“I shouldn’t have dated anyone at all. You’re my best friend,” you said. “That’s all I need.”

Carlos felt relief and sadness at your words. He didn’t want anyone else to have you. But he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. He wanted more. Now wasn’t the time though. You needed Carlos and if you didn’t feel the same way you would be alone at a time when you needed support.

“There’s someone for you,” Carlos comorted you. “You’ll be with them some day.” You hummed dismissively. Carlos closed his mouth. He knew better than to keep talking. Sometimes all you needed from him was his presence, and words did nothing to help you. He went back to running his fingers through your hair and he kept at it till you fell asleep in his arms. 

When you woke the two of you were still tangled together. You woke before Carlos, but he felt you stir and woke only seconds later. He tightened his arms around you the moment he woke. He didn’t realize you were awake yet and was indulging himself in your touch. He was in heaven. Cuddling wasn’t new to the two of you, but it hadn’t happened since you started dating Lando. Lando was a naturally jealous man, and you and Carlos had dialed back your physical affections. Carlos was so grateful to have you back in his arms. You fit in them so perfectly. He leaned his nose in and took a whiff of your hair. You smiled. 

“Did you just sniff me?” You asked. Carlos was clearly startled by the fact that you were awake. He couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed though. 

“You smell good,” he said simply. 

“I didn’t shower last night,” you said. 

“I think it is just you, mi amor,” Carlos said. He leaned back in and took another whiff. 

“Well, what do I smell like?” You asked. The first thought that came to Carlos' mind was ‘love,’ but he was too scared to say it.

“Flowers,” was all Carlos could come up with that wouldn’t make him sound like a lovesick puppy. You laughed. 

“I don’t use floral soap,” you said. Carlos shrugged. 

“I do not know, mi amor. I just know you smell good,” he said. You leaned into Carlos’ neck and inhaled his scent. You hummed. 

“You smell good too,” you told him. Carlos smiled. 

“Oh? And what do I smell like?” He asked. The first thought that came to your mind was ‘home,’ but you were too scared to say it. 

“Rain,” you said instead. Carlos hummed and kissed the top of your head, pulling you tighter into his chest. 

“Will you come with me to get my things from Lando’s?” You asked after a few minutes of basking in each other’s touch. 

“I’ll get them for you,” Carlos said. “I don’t want you to have to see him again so soon.” You let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “You’ve always taken care of me, Carlos.” 

“And I always will,” he answered at once. You nuzzled your nose against Carlos and took a deep breath. Neither of you rushed to get out of bed, but eventually you had to leave the comfort of each other’s arms. You ate the pancakes that Carlos made in a comfortable silence. Carlos put on your favorite movie for you and kissed the top of your head before telling you he’d be back with your things. 

Carlos was thinking about what he might say to Lando during the drive to Lando’s house. Carlos was angry at Lando, but he didn’t want to aggravate the conflict. Carlos was level-headed and calm. It was one of the things that made him so good for you.

“Where’s y/n?” Lando asked when he opened the door. 

“My house,” Carlos said. 

“Oh.” Carlos raised an eyebrow. 

“Did you think I would bring y/n here when I could come myself?” Carlos asked.

“No, it’s not that…” Lando said. “I don’t know which things are y/n’s and which are Valerie’s.” Carlos' expression went from mildly angry to disgusted. How could Lando be this awful?

“Let me in. I’ll know,” Carlos said. He was right. Lando presented him with a pile of clothes, cosmetics, and jewelry. Carlos picked out every item that was yours with complete certainty and didn’t leave any of your possessions behind. He turned to look at Lando before he left. “I never should have given you my blessing,” Carlos spit. Lando pursed his lips. 

“Y/N’s in love with you too, so I don’t know why you did either,” Lando said. Carlos opened his mouth to reply but Lando closed the door in his face. Carlos stood there with a box of your things in his arms and a dumbfounded expression on his face. 

Carlos wondered if you had told Lando that you loved him. You had been a wreck the night before. Carlos couldn’t really imagine you were in love with anyone but Lando. But the thought didn’t leave his mind as he drove back and carried your things into his house. 

“Cariño?” Carlos called when he walked in. He placed the box on the counter. You appeared from the hallway.

“Hey,” you called. Carlos turned around and looked at you. He stayed quiet, unsure whether to bring up what was now on his mind. 

“Did you get everything?” You asked. Carlos gestured to the box. You walked over and started sifting through everything. You pulled out your makeup bag. Carlos eyes were still drinking you in, his mind racing faster than he ever had. He was replaying every interaction you had ever had with him, picking up all the lost signals he had let pass by. You unzipped the makeup bag and started digging through it. You pulled something out that Carlos couldn’t see at first but you put down your makeup bag and held it up to show him.

It was the necklace he bought you after he got signed with Ferrari. It was a chili shaped pendant with rubies and emeralds set into it. Carlos had gotten it made for you when he got his first payment. 

“Lando didn’t like when I wore it,” you explained. “I forgot to take it off before I went over the last time though.” Carlos still said nothing, but he took the necklace from you and you turned around, letting him put it back where it belonged. You turned around, running your fingers over the pendant. Carlos looked at your hand over the pendant. He looked at your eyes. He looked at your lips. Fuck it. 

Carlos cupped your cheek in his hand and tilted your head back. Before you realized what was happening his lips were on yours. You let out a small gasp of surprise against him, but quickly started kissing him back. Your hands went to his shirt, twisting into the fabric and pulling him closer to you. Carlos moved his other hand to your waist, his large hands spreading out over your body. His lips were warm and sweet. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you whined in pleasure. One of your hands slid up his chest and neck till you were digging your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Carlos let out a small moan when you tugged. 

Finally, finally you pulled apart, gasping for air. You stared into each other’s eyes. His dark brown eyes were filled with desire and love and something you couldn’t quite name but you knew you felt too. Words seemed unnecessary. The kiss had told both of you everything you needed to know. After a moment the two of you laughed, wide smiles making a home on each of your faces. Carlos moved his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body.

“What took us so long?” You asked, the smile still on your face. Carlos chuckled. 

“Lando told me,” Carlos answered. You scrunched your eyebrows together. 

“Told you what?” You asked. 

“That you love me,” Carlos told you. 

“How would he have known?” You asked. Carlos ran a finger over the chili pendant, shining brightly against your skin. 

“I have a feeling that everyone knew but us.”

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Be Patient

PAIRING: Lando Norris x reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, blowjob, masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial

SUMMARY: Lando told you to be patient when you wanted to leave the party. On the drive home he’s going to have to be patient. Road head.

WORD COUNT: 1,036

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am currently accepting requests! send them in (I’ll write for more than who I have so far, you can ask for other drivers)

“Be patient.”

That’s what Lando had said an hour into the party you were at when you told him you wanted to go home. You had whispered it to him, your lips just brushing his ear. You had run your fingers up his abs over his shirt. You knew he knew what you wanted. But it had been several more hours between then and now.

You were in the passenger seat of Lando’s car now. Unfortunately, the drive back to his place was longer than you were willing to tolerate. You knew you weren’t going to make it. You pulled your dress up so that your panties were on display. Lando glanced over at you.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m horny,” you whined. “You made us stay so long.” You started running your fingers over the lace of your panties. Lando’s eyes flashed between you and the road.

“You can’t wait another twenty minutes?” He asked. It was a question, but in his mind there was only one acceptable answer.

“No,” you drawled. That was not what Lando wanted to hear. “I need something.”

“You’re gonna be in big trouble when we get home if you don’t put your dress back down now,” Lando told you firmly. You were rubbing your fingers up and down the thin lace of your panties, legs stretched as wide as they could be in Lando’s passenger seat. You wanted to be in trouble.

You looked over at Lando. He looked gorgeous. He had a tight black button up on. He had rolled the sleeves up halfway through the night giving you a better view of his arms. His necklace was dangling against his chest, visible where Lando hadn’t buttoned up his shirt. His tight black slacks made his ass look amazing all night. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and his scruff was just the length you liked to feel rubbing against your thighs.

You had an idea. You pulled your hand away from yourself and leaned over the console towards Lando. He looked down at you as you reached towards his crotch.

“What are you doing?” Lando asked. You were already pulling at his belt.

“What does it seem like I’m doing?” You teased him.

“I’m driving,” Lando said.

“On the roads. You’re a Formula 1 driver. I imagine that’s more stressful,” you said as you pulled down Lando’s zipper.

“This isn’t safe,” Lando told you. You turned your head up and met his eyes. You placed your hand over his boxers and started to slowly stroke him.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked. Lando looked at the road. He sighed and looked back at you.

“No,” he admitted. He wasn’t going to let you have all the control though. “If you can make me come by the time we get home I won’t make you wait to come.” You hummed happily and rubbed against him more firmly. Lando moved his arm to let you lean down over him. You started pressing kisses over his boxers. You could feel him getting hard as you began licking where you could feel his tip pressing into his underwear. Lando gasped and you smiled. You leaned back just enough to pull Lando’s boxers down, freeing his now hard cock from his pants.

“You ready, baby?” You called up.

“Don’t tease. You’ll be in trouble,” he said. You giggled before leaning towards him. His hard length slid into your velvety soft mouth and Lando moaned loudly. The car swerved just a bit. You pulled back off him, though you were sure to keep your lips tightened around his length as you did.

“Are you sure you can drive like this?” You asked. Lando reached down and put a hand on the back of your head, pushing you back towards his cock.

“I’m usually going 300 kilometers an hour. I think I can drive with your lips around my cock on an empty road,” Lando said. You smiled as you let him push his cock back into your mouth. You quickly began bobbing your head up and down, careful not to bump the steering wheel. You pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Lando whined when you swallowed around his cock. You pushed yourself down further and swallowed again and Lando whined loudly. He jerked his hips upwards involuntarily and you gagged on him. You pulled back slightly, catching your breath.

“Sorry,” Lando murmured. He ran his fingers through your hair softly, pushing it back away from your face. He glanced down to see your lips around his cock and groaned in pleasure. He looked back up at the road, knowing if he watched too long he’d be sure to crash. You pulled up slightly and focused your attention on his tip, running your tongue all over him as you sucked.

“You’re so good for me, fuck,” Lando groaned. You could tell he was getting close. You started bobbing up and down again making deep strokes each time. Lando twitched in your mouth. You started moving faster. Lando moaned in pleasure when you let him hit the back of your throat. You reached down with your free hand and took his balls in your hands.

“Oh shit,” Lando moaned. “I’m gonna come,” he warned. You bobbed your head two more times and then pulled off him and sat back in your seat. Lando swerved the car into the opposite lane. He looked over at you and then down at his throbbing cock. You smiled at him smugly.

“What are you doing?” Lando nearly shouted. It seemed to be his favorite thing to ask you.

“I thought you needed to be patient too,” you told him. Lando’s eyes went dark. He turned towards the road, tightened his hold on the steering wheel and slammed on the gas. You felt a shiver run over your body at the change in his attitude. He didn’t look at you again, but when he spoke his voice alone had you buzzing with anticipation.

“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He was right about that, and you were desperate to find out.

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader smut #lando norris fic #lando norris imagine

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Lie to Me

PAIRING: Charles Leclerc x gn!reader (no pronouns)

WARNINGS: none

SUMMARY: You broke up with Charles months ago but when he sees you and Carlos together Charles doesn’t want to let you go again. Inspired by song “Lie to Me” by 5 Seconds of Summer.

WORD COUNT: 1,790

AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you want a part two to this send me a reply or ask, i’m thinking of it but i’m not sure.

Carlos opened the door to his Ferrari and held his hand out to you. You took it and stepped out of the car, greeted by the flashes of cameras. Your heart had been beating out of your chest for the last hour. You weren’t sure it was going to go away all night. No one could really blame you.

It was the first time you were going to see Charles since the two of you broke up. You hadn’t seen him for almost six months. He had been your only connection to racing and with as much as he traveled you hadn’t seen him around Monaco. You were nervous about seeing Charles again. Especially given the situation.

You and Carlos had been talking for about a month. During his last break he had made a trip to visit you. You were going to see Charles for the first time when you were on a date with his teammate. It wasn’t exactly a nice way to see your ex again, but you weren’t going to let Charles control you.

It would only be your fourth official date with Carlos, but you liked him. He was cheerful and kind. You always found yourself smiling around him. After how heartbroken you had been over Charles, you were grateful for that, even if there wasn’t anything deeper beneath it.

Carlos placed his hand on the small of your back and led you up the stairs. You walked into the gala. You were taking in the room and how glamorous it all seemed when your eyes landed on Charles. His eyes were already glued to you. He noticed you the moment you walked in. His eyes bore into yours. You looked away and vowed not to look at him for the rest of the night. You looked up at Carlos instead, slipping your fingers through his and wrapping your other hand around his bicep. Carlos looked down at you and gave you his signature boyish grin.

“Nervous?” He asked. You gave him a small smile.

“A little. You didn’t tell Charles I would be here, did you?” You asked.

“I didn’t think it was his business,” Carlos said. He sensed that you were uneasy about it. “I won’t let him bother you,” he added. You nodded. The night was good. The dinner was delicious. Carlos was a great dancer. You were having fun. When you and Carlos finally decided to call it a night he went to get the car and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Charles’ eyes followed you as you headed for the hallway and he trailed after you.

“Y/N!” Charles called as he chased after you in the empty hallway. You turned as Charles landed in front of your feet. You took a deep breath.

“Hi, Charles,” you greeted.

“What are you doing here with Carlos, mon amour?” Charles asked. He had never been one to beat around the bush.

“We’re on a date, Charles. He asked me to come,” you said simply.

“Yes, but—You…You can’t date him, mon amour,” Charles said. You frowned.

“And why is that?” You asked. Charles sighed.

“Because, mon amour. You are my…and he’s…” Charles couldn’t come up with any reason that didn’t make him sound like a jealous ex-boyfriend because that’s exactly what he was.

“I’m not ‘your’ anything,” you told him. “And you can't call me ‘mon amour’ anymore.” You walked away without waiting for him to respond. The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Carlos noticed how your demeanor had changed.

“Did he find you in the bathroom?” Carlos asked. You sighed.

“He followed me into the hall,” you said. Carlos hummed.

“I’m sorry. I was supposed to keep him away from you,” Carlos said. He parked his car. You chuckled.

“I don’t think anyone can keep him away from me but himself,” you said. Carlos closed his mouth. You kissed his cheek. He watched as you got out of his car. He’d clearly been expecting an invitation up.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Carlos called after you. You smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.” You blew a kiss to Carlos before walking into your apartment building. You were showered and tucked into bed shortly after arriving. You were tired after your night out. It should’ve been easy for you to fall asleep, but seeing Charles had you replaying your fight with him over in your mind.

Charles was on his simulator. He had spent every second he had on it for the last three weeks. You knew he missed driving in the off season but you were starting to wish he would actually treat it like an off season. He had barely spent any of his time with you the entire break and with the start of the new season now quickly approaching you were hoping to get a little more attention before you would be back to stealing whatever time you could get with him every two weeks again.

“Charles?” You called from the doorway. Charles glanced at you.

“I am in the middle of this,” he said.

“I know,” you said. “I just thought you might want to come watch a movie with me.” Charles said nothing. “Please?” You added. Charles sighed and paused the game. He looked over at you.

“I do not have time for this anymore, okay?” He said. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Time for what? The movie?” You asked.

“For you. You are always distracting me,” Charles said.

“How can I be a distraction, Charles? You barely speak to me anymore!” You said, raising your voice.

“What do you want from me?” He asked. “I do not have time to talk to you every time you get bored. I have real work to do.”

“Real work? And I don’t have ‘real’ work?”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like anyone would know who you are if we were not dating,” Charles said. “You don’t matter the way I do.” You stared at Charles. You couldn’t put up with him anymore.

“Maybe not to you. But to someone else I’ll matter a lot more,” you said. Charles raised an eyebrow. “We’re done.”

Your phone ringing woke you. You glanced at the clock and saw it was just past 3:00. Without looking at the screen you answered the call, figuring at the late hour that it had to be important.

“Hello?” You murmured. Your eyes were still closed, your mind shrouded in sleep.

“Mon amour, I am sorry,” Charles’ voice came through the phone. Your eyes opened.

“Charles, why are you calling?” You groaned.

“I love you,” Charles said. You took a deep breath.

“Charles—” He cut you off.

“Please, mon amour. I need to hear it. I need to know that you still feel the same. Even if it is not true.”

“Charles, please don’t do this to me,” you begged.

“Mon amour, please. Tell me you love me,” Charles pleaded with you. “You still do, don’t you?” You were quiet.

“Yes,” you whispered into the phone. “I still love you, Charles.” Charles’ heart leapt on the other end of the phone.

“Let me come over,” he started gushing immediately. “I want to see you.”

“No, Charles,” you said. “I’m with Carlos now.” The phone line went quiet.

“Please do not tell me that he’s there with you,” Charles begged. His voice cracked as he said it. “Please tell me he has not touched you the way I have.” You sighed.

“It was only our fourth date, Charles,” you told him. When you started dating Charles you told him you had a ten date rule. You only made Charles wait eight.

“Let me come see you,” Charles pleaded again.

“I can’t,” you told him.

“But you still love me,” Charles’ voice was so small. You took a deep breath.

“Yes. I still love you,” you admitted. “But you hurt me. And I can’t let you hurt me again.”

“Mon amour, I won’t. I will never hurt you again. I need you back,” he said.

“Why are you saying this now, Charles?” You asked. “Just because I was with Carlos?”

“I have been trying to tell you, but you blocked me on everything,” he said.

“Yeah, how are you calling me now?” You asked.

“I borrowed Pierre’s phone,” he said.

“Does he know that?” You asked.

“He will when I give it back to him,” Charles said. You chuckled and Charles’ heart soared. He missed the sound of your laugh. There was a small silence. “Please take me back, mon amour. I was so bad to you. Let me treat you the way I always should have.”

“Charles…” You started to protest.

“Please, baby.” Charles’ voice cracked. “I know I did not treat you right. I know I messed up, but I love you.” A tear slipped down your cheek. “I heard you laughing at Carlos’ jokes. It was not your real laugh,” he said. You sighed.

“You have to leave for Italy tomorrow. Carlos told me. Go to bed,” you said.

“I’ll book my own jet. We were getting there early. It can wait till tomorrow night,” Charles told you. “Let me come over.”

“Charles, if you come over I won’t ever be able to keep you away again,” you said.

“Mon cœur,” Charles started. “Please. You are all that makes me happy. I have been helpless without you,” he admitted. “I promise. If you let me back in I will love you the way you deserve. And I will never stop. Not even when I die.” You were quiet for a moment. “Please,” Charles said again. “Let me come see you.” You took a deep breath.

“Letting you over doesn’t mean we’re back together,” you said. Charles’ heart soared.

“Of course not,” Charles said. You could hear the smirk on his face though. “You’re with Carlos.”

“Yes,” you said. “You have to sleep on the couch.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” Charles said. You do. Your heart said to you when you heard Charles. You pushed it from your mind.

“This is just so we can talk in the morning,” you said. But you knew as soon as he stepped into your apartment it wouldn’t be long till you were back together. You heard Charles’ keys jingling on the other side of the phone.

“Yes,” Charles said. “We need to talk. I have so much to apologize for.” You let out a short chuckle.

“I know,” you said. Charles stopped as he sat down in his car.

“You promise you’re going to let me in? You do love me, right? It was not a lie?” He asked. You smiled sadly on your end of the phone.

“I’ve never lied to you, Charles. I’ve always loved you.”

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x reader fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x gn! reader #charles leclerc fanfic

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Like No One’s Watching

PAIRING: Lando Norris x gn!reader (no pronouns)

SUMMARY: Lando catches you dancing when he gets home.

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 777

Lando smiled when he opened the door to his apartment. Taylor Swift was playing through the halls. Lando put his things down quietly and then started tiptoeing towards the living room where he found you dancing and singing along to the music loudly. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled as he watched you, mesmerized by how comfortable you had become in his house. You looked silly as you jumped and kicked and let yourself be totally free. Lando loved it. It had taken a while to convince you to move in with him. His world was so different from yours. You had certainly been nervous about leaving the tiny and somewhat dingy apartments you’d lived in your whole life. Watching you dance to music like no one would see you made Lando feel so happy. This was your home. When he watched you he knew you felt it the same way he did.

“Hey, baby,” Lando called after he’d relished in the sight of you. You spun around to see him. Your cheeks heated but you quickly bounced across the room towards Lando. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was grinning when you pulled away. You didn’t go far though, taking his hands and making him dance with you. The high energy song ended and “Lover” came on. Your song. Lando chuckled lightly at the coincidence.

He moved one hand around you, letting it fall on the small of your back and the other cupped yours. He started swaying the two of you back and forth around your living room. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you danced.

“How was your day?” You asked softly. Lando smiled.

“Not bad. Better now,” he told you.

“How’s the car?” You asked.

“A little better. I’m getting hopeful,” he said. You hummed happily.

“Good, baby,” you smiled. “You deserve a good car. You can win.” Lando smiled. He kissed the crown of your head.

“Thanks, kitten.” Lando released your waist and spun you out of his arms, dipping you when he pulled you back in. His arms slid back around you and he kept swaying the two of you back and forth. He bumped his nose against yours. “What did you do today?” He asked.

“I got off work early and went grocery shopping. I’m making your favorite,” you said. Lando smiled. He leaned down to kiss you before you could keep going. His lips were warm against yours. He pulled away after a lingering moment but couldn’t help but lean back in for a few more sweet pecks.

“Go on. Didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Lando said. You were completely flustered and let out a giggle like a schoolgirl. Lando grinned at the sound. When your laugh subsided and you met Lando’s gaze again his eyes were soaked with adoration. You smiled back.

“I picked up dessert at the place down the street and I thought we could watch this new show Lily told me about,” you said. Lando nodded.

“That sounds great, love,” he agreed. He gave you another kiss as the song ended. You let go of him, but Lando pulled you into a hug. He hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of you in his arms. There was nothing that was more satisfying and comforting to him than having you in his arms. His job kept him from you more often than he wanted. When he got moments like this with you he treasured them.

“Can you come to Australia with me?” He asked. “I know it’s a long way, but I need you.” You smiled. He’d had a tougher time in Jeddah without you there. He usually managed to hold it together without you, but Jeddah had been hard. It wasn’t his favorite track and without you there he was on edge the whole week.

“I’ll come,” you promised. “I want to meet Oscar’s family anyway.” Lando smiled.

“You think we can get his sisters to tell us embarrassing stories?” Lando asked.

“That’s what I mean when I say I want to meet his family,” you said. Lando smiled.

“You were quite good at that the first time you met my sisters,” he commented.

“Well, I had to have something to blackmail you with when you’re teasing me,” you said.

“You still don’t know what Max and I did in London when we were 17,” Lando said, reminding you of the story that you knew existed but had never heard. According to Max and Lando you never would. You smirked at Lando.

“I’ll get Max drunk enough to tell me one of these days.”

#lando norris x gn! reader #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader

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gremlin behaviour

#this is the only way he can appear taller than people

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Cry Baby

PAIRING: Lando x gn! reader (no pronouns)

SUMMARY: You have a habit of crying during movies. Lando finds it cute.

WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 500

One of the first things that Lando noticed about you when you started dating was how easily you cried at movies. Almost any television show, movie, and even the right commercial could bring tears to your eyes. Lando couldn’t relate to this trait of yours in the slightest. No matter what movie you watched with him he never cried. None of the children’s movies, romantic dramas, or feel good movies could get to him, and they always had you in tears.

Lando had your head in his lap, gently running his hand through your hair with one hand. The other was scrolling his phone. You were watching an old sitcom. This one wasn’t really his thing, but he was on break. He wasn’t going to miss any opportunity to spend time with you.

Lando was looking at a fancam of himself. You would tease him for it, but he didn’t mind. He knew you liked watching them too. He swiped to the next video when he heard you sniffle. Lando looked down at you.

“Are you crying?” Lando asked. You let out a little huff.

“I’m not crying,” you mumbled as you wiped away a tear. Lando held in a chuckle. He tucked your hair away from your face. He reached down and wiped a stray tear away.

“You’re such a baby,” Lando teased lovingly. You frowned up at him.

“I am not,” you said sharply.

“You are. You cry at like half the things we watch,” Lando said. He was smiling at you though.

“You just repress all your emotions, Mr. Never Cries,” you said.

“No, I talk about everything with you. I’m just not a little softie, baby,” Lando teased. You pouted, your expression only more endearing to Lando.

“Don’t make fun,” you said quietly and your lip quivered. Lando’s eyes went soft.

“Oh, baby,” Lando cooed. He pulled you up into his lap so you were straddling his thighs. Your arms naturally moved to his shoulders. One of his hands rested on your hip and the other on your cheek.

“I love how much you cry, you know that?” Lando asked. You frowned at him.

“Don’t lie, Lan. I know I’m annoying,” you said. Lando frowned at that.

“You’re not annoying,” Lando said. “You’re never annoying.”

“Fine, but there’s no reason to like how much I cry,” you mumbled.

“Yes, there is,” Lando said. You looked at him, a tear slipping from your eye. Lando smiled. “I get to do this.” He leaned forward and kissed the tears on your cheeks away. His arms went around you pulling you into his chest as he moved his lips to press them firmly against your forehead. He held you for a moment before squeezing you and taking his lips off your forehead. “And this is one of my favorite things,” he said.

“You’re gonna make me cry more,” you whimpered. Lando let out a light chuckle.

“Cry as much as you want, baby. I’ll kiss all the tears away.”

#lando x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x gn! reader #lando norris x reader fluff

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Be bad with me?

PAIRING—Oscar Piastri x Norris!reader (they/them pronouns used)

SUMMARY—You and Oscar would be good together but Oscar doesn’t think he should date his teammate’s sibling.

WARNINGS—language, suggestive situations

WORD COUNT—1,838

Oscar was pulling off his suit after qualifications had ended. It had been a shit time. The engineers focused their efforts on getting Lando into scoring position and left Oscar to fend for himself. He’d kept himself in the points, but not by much. He was sulking when there was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” Oscar called as he unzipped the top of his suit. He was surprised when you walked into the room.

“You okay?” You asked Oscar. He smiled back at you kindly. The two of you had been quietly flirting with each other since Lando had introduced you in the preseason. You were nearly always in the company of Lando or another McLaren team member, so you had to be subtle with one another. Despite that, you were both aware of your feelings for each other. Oscar was texting you any day he didn’t get to see you and you always managed to be around him when he was in between obligations at races.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Oscar said. He pulled the suit down to his hips. You took a seat at the table Oscar had in his room. The chair on the left of his table was yours, it had been in the last several cities. It wasn’t used by anyone but you.

“It was real shit,” you commented.

“I’m the rookie,” Oscar reasoned. He never let himself get angry. “I’m okay with it for now.” You smiled softly at him.

“You’re always so good, Oscar,” you said. Oscar chuckled. “Don’t you ever want to be bad?” You asked. Oscar’s laugh fell and was replaced with a look of curious anxiety.

“I’m bad enough on the track,” he said measuredly. “Shouldn’t add to that.”

“You’re not bad on the track,” you said. Oscar was standing rather awkwardly in the middle of his room while he looked at you. You stood up and approached him. “You’re fast. And you’re confident.” His breath caught in his throat when your fingertips started drawing lines up from his hands all the way to his shoulders. “And you’re always so careful.” Oscar looked at you, his head tipped down from how much shorter you were than him.

“You should be careful too,” Oscar said. “You might be pushing the limits.”

“I said I wanted to be bad, didn’t I?” Oscar gulped. “You don’t want to be bad with me?” You asked with a smirk. He opened his mouth to say something before he shut it again and then groaned in frustration.

“I don’t think we should,” Oscar said finally. Your hands had found their way to the hem of his fireproof top though. Before he could say anything else your hands were sliding against his abs, drawing goosebumps to his skin.

“Doesn’t that make it more fun?” You offered. His hands caught your wrists, gaining some semblance of his composure.

“I’m your brother’s teammate, y/n,” Oscar said.

“So?” You pressed.

“It could get messy,” Oscar said. “I don’t think he would like it.”

“Would you like it?” You asked. Oscar pursed his lips and sighed.

“Yes, but that’s not the point,” he admitted. You didn’t wait for him to continue his arguments. You reached up, digging your fingers into Oscar’s soft wavy hair and pulled him down. You pushed your lips against his firmly. He moaned in surprise and quickly gave in. His hands moved to your hips, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt to touch your warm skin. The two of you were moving in perfect harmony, as you kissed and licked at each other’s mouths. When you finally pulled away it took Oscar a moment to remember where he was.

“That’s not playing fair,” he complained.

“What?” You asked. Oscar scoffed. He pulled his hands away, but you kept your arms around his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head.

“You come in here wearing this little tank top when you know red is my favorite color,” Oscar started. You smiled. He was right. Your outfit was no mistake. “And you tell me I’m ‘good’ when you know I love hearing it from you,” he continued. You smiled wider. He usually would never have directly said he liked when you praised him, but you were observant and Oscar was smart enough to realize that you had him figured out. “And then you kiss me like you’ll never have the chance to again.”

“I don’t know if I will,” you said softly. Oscar said nothing.

“Look…” he started. You sighed.

“Why not?” You asked before he could begin. “Besides Lando, why not?” You clarified. Oscar looked at you blankly as he thought.

“Y/N…” Oscar protested weakly. “We’re just not meant to be.”

“We won’t know that if we never try,” you said. Oscar was quiet. “We’d be together if it weren’t for my brother, wouldn’t we?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Oscar said. You released Oscar and took a step back.

“It matters to me,” you said. Oscar’s eyes went soft. He opened his mouth, as if to tell you it mattered to him as well. But he couldn’t just unsay the lie he’d told.

“We would be together if it weren’t for your brother,” Oscar said instead. Your eyes brightened. Before you could say anything he spoke again. “But your brother is my teammate. I can’t date you.”

“It’s not against any rules,” you tried.

“Not written ones,” Oscar replied. You huffed.

“I think about you all the time, Oscar,” you told him. “Lando won’t care.”

“I think about you too,” Oscar assured you. “But have you actually asked him?” You didn’t reply and Oscar gave you an ‘I told you’ look.

“He likes you, Oscar,” you told him. “He’ll be happy for us.”

“Then why haven’t you told him?” Oscar asked.

“Because there’s nothing to tell him about according to you!” You snapped. Oscar sighed and looked at his feet.

“I’m sorry—” At those words you walked out of his room without waiting for the excuse, leaving him alone. That was the first thing he thought of when the door closed behind you: that he was alone.

For the next three grand prixs you avoided Oscar like the plague. You spent as much time as you could with Lily in the Williams center to avoid the McLaren facility altogether. She knew about Oscar so Alex was in on the secret as well. He had graciously welcomed you into Williams so you could avoid Oscar. Logan wasn’t particularly pleased about your newfound support of Williams though. Oscar had let his former teammate in on his feelings for you and Logan was one of the few people that Oscar could complain to about you. Logan was sick of hearing about it.

It had been three weeks since you and Oscar spoke. You had ignored several texts and calls from him and managed to avoid being around him in person as well. Logan found you in the Williams lounge between practice rounds. He made a beeline for you and sat beside you, drawing your attention away from your phone.

“Hi—” You started but Logan cut you off.

“Will you talk to Oscar?” He asked rather loudly. You frowned.

“That’s none of your business,” you said. “And no.” You raised your phone again, hoping Logan would go away. Logan wasn’t giving up though.

“He’s made it my business,” Logan said. “He will not shut up about you. Every goddamn time we’re together all he does is whine about how bad he fucked up and complain about how you don’t like him anymore.” The idea that Oscar had been upset over you was somehow pleasant. At least he actually cared. “He’s driving like shit too,” Logan continued. “Did you see his times today?”

“I know, even you beat him,” you said.

“Oh, fuck off,” Logan mumbled. You chuckled. “Will you just talk to him? He’s sorry,” Logan said. “At least let him apologize to you. You deserve that.” You nodded.

“I’ll talk to him,” you said.

“Thank you,” Logan sighed in relief. “He’s really been unbearable.” You rose and headed to the McLaren facility. You found your way to Oscar’s door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Yeah?” Oscar’s voice called. You opened the door to find that Lando was sitting in your chair. Oscar stood the moment you walked into his room.

“Look who’s decided to come back to McLaren!” Lando joked when he saw you. Oscar’s heart was racing as he stared at you. “Thought you were avoiding me.”

“They were avoiding me,” Oscar chimed in before you could say anything. Lando looked at Oscar and then at you, trying to determine if Oscar was serious. His face flashed between the two of you before landing on yours.

“What did he do?” Lando asked, his voice lower—he could be quite the protective older brother when he wanted to be.

“He didn’t do anything—” Oscar cut you off.

“I told them that we shouldn’t be together because I was afraid of what you would think,” Oscar told Lando—his eyes were on you though.

“Oscar,” you whispered.

“I messed up because I was worried about you instead of them,” Oscar continued. “But I‘m not thinking about you anymore, Lando.” He didn’t look away from you. Oscar smiled at you. “All I’ve been thinking about is them.” Lando looked at you. You met his eye.

“You like him?” Lando asked you. You blushed. Lando smirked.

“A little,” you said shyly. Oscar’s heart soared into the air. “But he did mess up.” Lando hummed in agreement.

“Well, don’t do it again,” Lando said to Oscar. “And now I’m going to leave before I see something I don’t want to.” He rose from your chair and left without another word.

“I’m sorry,” Oscar started as soon as Lando was gone. You smiled. “I was so stupid and I didn’t realize how much I needed you. I’ve felt like complete shit since that day. I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to the way I’m driving but I swear I can’t drive in a straight line anymore. All I can think about is you and I—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He squeaked in surprise but after a moment closed his eyes when he realized what was happening. His hands went to your waist, pulling you tightly against him. Yours were in his hair, running through the silky waves that you adored. You dragged your hands down to his thick neck and eventually to his well defined pecs. His own hands were exploring every curve of your body he could touch. You pulled away when you started running out of air. Oscar chased after your mouth for another quick kiss before he let you away from him—but not too far.

“I’m sorry—”

“I know,” you assured him. “I don’t care anymore.” His expression changed.

“You don’t?” He asked.

“As long as we’re together now,” you said. Oscar grinned.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “We’re together.”

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Master List

18+ marked with ❤️

Carlos Sainz

Everyone knew but us.

Charles Leclerc

Lie to Me

Slower❤️

Lando Norris

Pile Up

Happy Anniversary

Cry Baby

Like No One’s Watching

Be Patient❤️

Oscar Piastri

Be bad with me?

Am I Good for You?❤️

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Happy Anniversary

PAIRING—Lando Norris x gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered language)

SUMMARY—Lando forgets your anniversary.

WARNINGS—None

WORD COUNT—1,150

You knew Lando forgot your anniversary when he said goodbye to you in the morning. He would have said something then if he had remembered. He had all day at work to remember though. You were holding out hope that he would at least remember during the day and do something at the last minute. But instead you got a text at around 5:00 from Lando saying he would be home late and you should eat without him. That was the last straw for you. You texted him back, knowing exactly what the text was going to do to Lando.

Okay, I’ll eat alone. Happy Anniversary.

The typing bubble appeared for a moment after you sent your text. It disappeared and then reappeared and then disappeared again. It appeared once more.

I’ll be home in ten minutes

Lando was true to his word. He was throwing the door open almost exactly ten minutes after he’d sent the text. He drove faster than he did on the track to get back to you.

“Baby?” Lando shouted as he rushed through the door. He was sprinting through the house looking for you. He found you seated on your bed quietly watching tv. He let out a deep breath of relief when he saw you. He had it in his head that you wouldn’t even be there. “Hi, love,” Lando greeted.

“Hi.” You didn’t look at him. You didn’t ask him how his day was. You didn’t tell him you had missed him. You didn’t pull him in for a kiss. You didn’t do any of the things you did when he came home. He felt like he wasn’t home at all.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Lando started rambling. He was moving across the room towards you. “I know I messed up. I’ve just been so stressed at work and it’s—”

“You don’t get to blame everything on racing, Lando,” you interrupted. Lando stopped about a yard from your side of the bed.

“Blame everything?” He asked. You took a deep breath.

“You can’t make it home for dinner because you have to work late. And you can’t come to my sister’s wedding with me because it’s during a race weekend. And you can’t come home with me when I visit my parents because you can’t leave while they’re working on the car,” you recounted the ways racing took precedence over you. Lando wasn’t sure what to say.

“Baby, I don’t want to fight,” he said quietly.

“Then you shouldn’t have forgotten our anniversary!” You snapped. He looked down at his feet.

“I know,” Lando said. “And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I won’t ever stop being sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep,” you said dryly. Lando never knew what to do when you fought. He was horrible at handling it, always so lost in the idea that you were upset with him.

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll do anything. Everything. Whatever you want.” You looked at him, your eyes filled with anger.

“I want you to care about me.” Lando’s heart felt like it shrunk up at those words.

“I do care about you. I care about you more than anything,” Lando gushed.

“You care about racing more and we both know it,” you replied. Lando shook his head.

“No. I care about you more, baby. You’re my life. Racing’s my job,” he said.

“That’s not the way it feels,” you told him.

“I’m sorry,” Lando apologized again. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll do better. I’ll come home on time. We’ll both go back to visit your parents next month. I’ll talk to Zak about a reserve driver in Miami so I can go to your sister’s wedding. Everything. I want you to have everything.” He looked at you, waiting, hoping that he had promised enough. That he could do enough to fix it. That he was enough.

“They’re just words, Lando,” you said after a moment. Lando was very aware that you weren’t calling him ‘Lan.’ He wasn’t fond of the new name.

“They won’t be, love,” Lando said. He closed the rest of the distance between you and sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He grabbed your hands and felt a wave of relief wash over him when you didn’t pull them away. “I’m going to do it all. I’ll book the tickets to your parents right now,” Lando said. “I’m going to be here. I’m going to be with you.” He felt his heart breaking. “Please,” he begged. “Let me be with you.” Your eyes softened when you realized how worried Lando was—what he thought was about to happen—how he felt that it was over between you.

“You are with me,” you assured him. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand. Lando leaned into your touch. “Just…keep it that way, please?” Lando nodded.

“Always,” he promised. There was a moment where he just soaked in your forgiveness. He let himself feel the relief of knowing it wasn’t over between you. “What do you want to do tonight?” He asked. “Tomorrow there’ll be dinner and presents and everything you deserve. But tonight I might not be able to do as much.” You laughed.

“Just get in bed with me, idiot,” you requested. Lando grinned. He took off his shoes and then climbed into bed with you. He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you and burying his nose in your hair. Your hand spread out over his chest drawing shapes against the soft sweatshirt he had covering his body.

“I’m sorry,” Lando whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You deserve better than me.” You let out a small laugh. You leaned up so you could press your lips to Lando’s. His lips were slow and tender against yours. He was savoring this after he had felt the fear of never kissing you again. You hummed in satisfaction when you pulled away.

“Maybe,” you said and smiled down at him. “But you’re the only one I want.” Lando smiled up at you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. He knew you were too good for him and he was grateful for every moment that you gave to him. You were perfect. You were the love of his life. You were the thing that mattered most. Lando wasn’t going to mess that up ever again. He leaned up to press one more quick peck to your lips before raising his hand and pushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” Lando said softly. “I promise I’ll do better for the next one.” He said it partially to ensure himself that you would have another anniversary. You smirked.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you around then.”

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Pile Up

PAIRING- Lando Norris x gn!reader (they/them pronouns)

SUMMARY- After a pile up during a race Lando asks to have you on the radio. You get nervous about Lando's career after realizing how dangerous it could be.

WARNINGS-none

WORD COUNT- 1,892

AUTHOR'S NOTE- New blog and first f1 fic. i don't know how much i'll be posting but i need to get my f1 obsession out in writing.

You were sitting in the McLaren lounge watching as Lando drove around Monaco’s track. You always loved the home races. It meant you got to go home to your own bed after Lando secured his win. Lando was in third, behind Lewis and Max. The race was tight, everyone piled close to each other at every turn. Max made a move for first at a tight corner. Lewis tried to push him out, turned too hard, and spun out. Max’s car followed suit, being thrown into a wall. Lando drove past Max’s spinning car before you watched him collide with Lewis and slide into a wall. Then the video feed turned away from the cars, suddenly focusing on the grandstands. You rose without a word and started running towards McLaren’s garage. One of the McLaren security guards tried to stop you, but you pushed his arm off you and he didn’t have the heart to go after you. You found yourself in the garage, everyone turning to see your very loud entrance. You looked at Zak. 

“Is he okay?” You cried out in question. A camera was turned on you. 

“Yes,” Zak said. “He’s stuck in the car.” Zak turned back to the computers and spoke into the headset. You stood in the back of the garage hugging your arms around yourself and listening intently to everything Zak was saying. 

“…Yeah, they’re here…Not now, Lando. Let’s just get you out of there…Yeah, they are, but—Yeah. Alright, Lando. Hold on…” Zak turned away from the computer and walked towards you. He pulled his headset off as he approached. 

“Lando wants to talk to you,” Zak said. Your eyes widened and you took the headset from him and pulled it over your ears. 

“Lan?” You called into the microphone. You could hear him grunting in pain. 

“Hi, love,” he replied. 

“Lan, what’s going on? I’m scared. I’m not supposed to talk to you on the radio,” you said. 

“Just want to—ah—hear your voice,” he said, gasping between his words. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you heard your boyfriend gasping in pain. 

“Lando, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You asked, tears starting to slip from your eyes. He didn’t answer. “Lan?” 

“I’m not hurt,” he managed to get out. 

“Lan, why am I on the radio with you? What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“The car’s on fire. And I can’t—ah—get out,” he said. You looked up at the pit wall. Zak was on a new headset. 

“Two minutes out on back up fire support,” he called over the headset. 

“Would—mm—Would you all mute except y/n?” Lando asked. 

“Lando, we need to be in communication right—” Zak started to argue. 

“I’ll tell them if I need you back on. I want a minute alone,” Lando said firmly. Zak pursed his lips. 

“Alright, everyone off.” You watched as everyone began pulling their headsets off. 

“Lando, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“I love you,” he said, as if that were such an obvious reason to have you on the radio—an unprecedented occurrence in the McLaren garage. “I want to be with—mmpf—with you right now. Even if it’s just—ah—over the radio.” 

“Why? Tell me what’s happening,” you begged. 

“You’re the best thing—agh—that ever happened to me,” Lando said, ignoring your questions. “I loved every second.” 

“Lando, are you trying to say goodbye?” You were crying. 

“I’m—mmpf—I’m okay, love. It’s going to be alright,” he said. 

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered. “It makes it sound like it won’t be.” 

“Fire support is thirty seconds out,” Zak called over to you. 

“Just hang on, baby,” you begged into the headset. “Zak says they’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.” 

“I see them, love,” Lando told you. “Get Zak back on for me. I’ll be back soon.”

You signaled for Zak to put the headset back on and you watched as everyone in the McLaren garage simultaneously moved their headphones over their ears. Andrea was immediately questioning Lando, and instructing him how to keep himself protected while they got him out of the car. You stood with your arms wrapped around you waiting anxiously. After a few minutes the chattering on the radio had ended. Your heart was racing, terrified of what that meant. A safety car pulled up to the McLaren garage and Lando climbed out of the passenger seat. Lando searched the back of the garage for you, striding quickly across the garage to wrap you in his arms once he saw you.

“Lan,” you whimpered. 

“I’m alright,” he assured you. “Totally fine.”

“I was scared—the way you were talking—I thought—”

“I know. I did too,” he whispered into your ear. Your hands were digging into his suit as you cried into his neck. “But I’m okay.” 

“I can’t lose you,” you whimpered into his neck. 

“You’re not gonna lose me, sweetheart,” Lando said. He didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ often. It was a nickname he had never used outside of the house before. The change felt serious to you. He would call you ‘sweetheart’ when he was comforting you. He didn’t use it any other time. 

The next few hours felt like a blur. The rush of fear seemed to have let time drift by you. Lando was checked by the medical officers. He did his press. He had his debrief. You were back at his place before you even realized it. 

“You alright?” Lando asked when you stood motionless in your bedroom. You turned to look at him, as if broken from a trance.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said. “Just tired I guess.” You quickly changed into your pajamas. You got into bed, immediately scooting over to Lando and laying your head in his lap while he sat against the headboard and scrolled on his phone. His empty hand immediately went down to your hair, running his fingers through it. 

“Have you been on twitter since we got home?” Lando asked. 

“No,” you said. “Something funny?” 

“No,” he answered. “People are talking about what a sweet couple we are,” Lando said. You tilted your head to look up at him. 

“Did we get caught making out somewhere?” You asked. Lando laughed. 

“No, you muppet,” he said. “They think it’s sweet that I had you on the radio.” 

“Oh.” You said. Lando raised an eyebrow. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked.  

“I just sort of wish that nobody else heard that,” you said. 

“Just because they heard it doesn’t mean it wasn’t just for you, sweetheart,” Lando said. 

“I know, Lan,” you assured him. He reached down to your chin, turning your head so he could look into your eyes. 

“Nobody is a part of this but you and me,” Lando said. “They don’t know about us.” He smirked as he said it. 

“Did you just make a One Direction reference?” You asked. 

“Maybe,” Lando said with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes. 

“So genuine,” you chuckled. Lando wound his fingers with yours. 

“I’m serious though,” Lando said. “They’ll never really understand how we feel about each other.” You smiled and reached up with your free hand to cup his cheek, gently pulling him down to kiss you. 

“I love you,” you told him when he leaned back. 

“I love you too, baby,” he assured you. You hummed before turning back to lay more comfortably. Lando smiled as you fell asleep in his lap. For the next week you were always by his side. Lando was on break but he still had practices with Mclaren and you were there at every single one. You would barely leave Lando alone. He loved it. He had always felt like he needed you more than you needed him. It was nice for him to feel like you couldn’t get enough of him. He was laying on the couch one evening when you curled up with him. He decided he should finally ask you about it. 

“What’s got you like this for the last two weeks?” Lando asked as you snuggled into his side.  

“Like what?” You asked. 

“All cuddly. Usually you make me beg you to admit you need me,” Lando joked as he started dragging his fingers against your scalp. You were quiet. Too quiet. Lando stopped moving his hand and craned his neck to look down at you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m scared, Lan,” you admitted. 

“Scared of what, love?” He asked. You sighed. 

“That pile up in the last race,” you said. Lando’s eyes softened. The look on your face when he walked into the garage had been more terrified than he imagined you could ever be. “I just—I guess I never thought about how dangerous it really is before.” Lando pulled you up so you were lying over his body. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he said. “I promise you that I’m always driving safely.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I know, Lan,” you told him. “It’s just scary now.”

“That’s why you’ve been coming to all my practices,” Lando said in realization. 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you and I’m not there.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Everyone in the crash is alright. Lewis got the worst of it and he’ll be back in a month,” Lando comforted. 

“He got lucky. You got lucky,” you said. 

“The cars are safe, love. You know the engineers are good,” he reminded you. 

“You’re going over two hundred miles an hour in a box made of carbon fiber filled with gasoline,” you said. “So much could go wrong.” Lando sighed. 

“I know,” he said. “But there’s nothing we can do about it.” You hummed quietly at his words. Lando knew what it meant immediately. “Baby,” he started to protest. 

“I didn’t say anything,” you defended. You knew what he meant too. 

“I can’t quit. You know that,” Lando said. 

“You could. You just don’t want to.”

“We need the money if we want to keep living here,” he said. 

“Lan, you know we don’t really need this whole house,” you pointed out. He sighed. 

“What would I do then? If I didn’t have racing?” He pushed. His voice was flatter than it usually was.

“You have Quadrant,” you reminded him. Lando’s hands had stilled the patterns they’d been drawing on your back. He took a deep breath.

“Love…That’s not the point,” Lando started to argue.

“I know you’re not going to quit, Lan,” you stopped him. “I would never ask you to quit anyway. I know what racing means to you.” 

“Oh.” Lando was expecting a fight when you started talking. Everyone else who had this talk with him had always told him to quit. 

“But I thought you were going to die so I can still wish you would quit,” you said. “At least for another week.” Lando smiled softly down at you.

“Okay, baby,” he said. He kissed the top of your head. “That’s allowed.” 

“Promise me it’ll be okay one more time,” you asked in a whisper. Lando heard the worry in your tone. He heard the fear. He heard the way you needed him. Even if he didn’t really know–even if his job was just as dangerous as you feared, he knew what you needed to hear.  

“I promise, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m always going to be with you.”

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