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franco thoughts: trying something new 1.9k 18+

notes: this was a request but I lost it. ANAL PLAY (fingering!!)

“What’s this?” he asked as he came out of the bathroom with a small bottle of lubricant in his hand.

“What do you think?”

“I know what it is. Wanna know what you have this for. Am I not making you wet enough?” he made his way to you, on the bed

“No, no, it’s not for that,” you said, feeling the blood run up to your cheeks “it’s not for anything. I just keep it in my toiletries.”

“Oh?” he teased, trapping your body to the bed between his arms “You sure? Because this is used. Are you gonna tell me what you used this for? Cause I’m pretty sure I already know”

You tried to hide your face in the pillows but he turned you back to him, his green eyes looking right into yours. “Just for a finger or two, a while ago” you finally blurted out.

“And did you enjoy that?” he asked, already knowing the answer from your body language.

You nodded, “very much”

“Should we put it to use again?” his lips brushed against your jaw, teasing the skin.

“Fran, I’ve never done anything more than that, and I’m not sure I want to either”

“I never said we would” he assured, his breath against your skin sending goosebumps through your body.

You bit your lip, thinking. “Be gentle?”

“As gentle as you need”

He finally kissed you, slowly, taking his time as his hands ran over your body. You felt his hand making its way under your shirt, to grab at your tit, the touch making you arch closer to him. You loved to feel his long fingers on your skin, they always made you feel small and delicate.

His lips were leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, working your jaw, behind your ear and your collar bones, he loved to get you worked up till you were basically begging for him. So he tugged your tank top down, exposing your chest and kept kissing down, till he reached your boob. He mouthed at it, taking all he could as his fingers worked your other nipple. As he moved to mouth at your other tit his hand made its way between your legs, spreading them and cupping your middle.

One of your hands was in his hair while the other touched his bare chest, feeling the warmth radiate from it because of his sunburn. His fingers made their way past the band of your pajama shorts, quickly finding out that you had gone commando. He moaned into your skin when his fingertips met the wetness on your lips.

And you also let out a sound, a small plea, “Fran”

His mouth left your chest to kiss you again, a low whisper of ‘te amo’ slipping past his lips. His fingertips danced around your lips, spreading your wetness all over them before concentrating on your clit. The tight circles on your nub had you panting as you kissed.

When Franco thought you were too close his fingers dipped into you, both at once, the feeling making you close your legs around his arm but he was quick to spread them back open. They worked into you slowly till he was able to curl them up, rubbing against your walls.

You enjoyed his touch till he had to pull away. You watched as he took the spot between your legs, spreading them further as he laid down. His arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer, making you gasp. He shushed you before his tongue darted out to lick a teasing strip between your lips.

But Franco wasn’t one to deny his own wishes so he quickly dived into your cunt. His lips and tongue worked around your lips and your clit as he took his fingers back into you. His stimulation made you groan and pant, an occasional moan slipping out of your lips.

“You need to quiet down, mi amor.” he warned, kissing the insides of your thighs “Can you do that?”

You nodded eagerly, dropping your hand to his hair and pushing him back down. He shook his head at how pathetic and needy you looked doing so. Franco’s mouth resumed its work, tongue circling and lips sucking at your clit.

He noticed your high approaching in no time. Your walls clenching around him, your legs threatening to close if it weren’t for his strong hold and your stomach tensing. It made him work his fingers faster inside you, curling into your spongy spot till you came around him. Franco smiled at your orgasm, pressing his teeth on your clit before he came up to kiss you.

“Beautiful as always” he praised as you pulled him into a deep kiss. He protested when you shoved your tongue into his mouth. “No, amor, I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. Just do what I ask you, okay?”

You nodded and watched him peel away from your body, sitting with his back against the headboard and motioning for you to come closer.

“Come on, lay on my lap, I’ll make you feel good.” he said and manhandled you till you were laying across from him, your hips on his thigh with a pillow underneath your back to support you.

Your legs naturally spread for him before he even did anything and he smiled at that. His hand then rubbed at your thighs while the other reached for the lubricant. The anticipation sent shivers over your body. You watched his thumb pop the cap open before tipping the bottle till some of the liquid dripped on your cunt.

Franco paid attention as it flowed down your lips and between your ass cheeks, the view from above was spectacular. His hand soon left your thigh to spread some lube on his fingers. You held a breath as his hand dipped between your legs thinking you would feel them against your rim but he fucked them back into your cunt instead.

“Relax, I’ll get there” he assured when he caught you looking at him surprised.

He did get there. Just a couple thrusts later he coated his other fingers in the lube. They slowly moved around your rim, circling the tight entrance. You took your chance to dip a hand into his shorts and pull out his erection that had been poking at your hip. He smiled as you reached for the bottle and spilled some on his tip.

Your hands worked lazily on each other. Yours because you could barely concentrate and Franco’s because he wanted to tease. He bent over awkwardly to kiss you as his finger dipped into you. But your mouth fell open and you tried to hold a groan back as he pressed the finger.

It wasn’t a completely new feeling, as Franco figured out, you had done this before. But the intensity of the double penetration and the intimacy of being his fingers instead of yours made it feel new.

“Feel okay?” he asked, burying his face in your neck.

You nodded, letting your free hand run through his curls, pushing them out of his face. Franco pushed his finger deeper and deeper as you kissed, the hand on your front still as he worked your behind. He smiled when you took him fully and you could feel his knuckle against your cheeks.

He worked the finger in and out, swirling it around inside of you to spread you open, getting you ready for one more. You were about to beg when he pulled out to join the second finger. He circled around again, teasing to make sure you were enjoying it, little did he know how turned on you were about the whole situation.

He asked if you were ready and you nodded again, but the feeling of the second finger going past your rim made you tighten your grip around his cock. The hiss that passed his teeth made you realize and loosen up as he waited for you to get used to the new feeling.

“Sure you okay? We can stop” he whispered

“Don’t wanna stop. Fuck, Franco, feels so good. You can move them”

He pushed the fingers deeper, reaching his knuckles again. You moaned at the feeling, making him kiss you again to absorb the noise. Franco finally pulled away from you to sit back up and watch as you took both of his hands.

Now that he had you completely full his fingers started curling up onto your gspot again. You felt like seeing stars when he moved both of his hands, like you never wanted that feeling to end. You knew Franco could make you fall apart easily with his hands but that was taking it to a new level, one that you enjoyed too much.

You tried hard to keep your moans in but it was impossible when he was making you feel so good. His fingers worked you so well that you felt your core tighten up in minutes. It was too much, the in and out of your asshole matching the curls onto your cervix as his palm pressed onto your clit, you couldn’t help but let yourself go around him.

“Ay, mi amor, you sound so pretty but I need you to be quiet” he whispered against your lips.

You just kissed him back, a soft whisper of ‘i’m sorry’ meeting his lips. His hands had stilled for a second after you came down from your high but he suddenly started moving them again. You gasped as his movements resumed, taking your free hand to cover your mouth.

“Too much, Fran” you whined.

“Give me one more, yeah?”

You nodded, letting your head fall back onto the mattress as you melted into his touch. His hands worked with extra effort this time, paying more attention to your front. He fucked hard into you, his entire arm working the right spots to get you where he wanted.

Franco was glad that you never really put two and two together, you were always too far gone to realize those were the moves to make you squirt, so the extra wave of pleasure always surprised you.

His cock was long forgotten as your hand raised to grab his hair but he didn’t care, watching you squirm and pant on his lap was enough of a reward.

You were completely gone when you came. Tears running down the sides of your face as your body twitched and shook, every muscle tensing at your prolonged pleasure. You tried to squirm away from his touch but he wasn’t done yet. You lost all strength when he finally made you squirt, liquid flowing out of you onto his arm and the sheets.

He smiled at your state, watching as you rode it down on his fingers.

“Tan linda, mi amor” Franco left a kiss on your forehead before you pulled him into a kiss. “Can you still take me in your mouth?”

You nodded as eagerly as your own body allowed. He slipped from beneath you, moving to kneel above your chest. You both enjoyed the view, you questioning how he could look perfect in any angle and him rubbing his thumb on your plump lips. Your hands grabbed his ass, pulling him down till his tip was pocking your lips.

“Open wide, vida”

He pumped his cock and pushed the tip into your mouth. You gladly took him, sucking hard and working the tip with your tongue as he jerked himself. He was quick to release into your mouth, biting into his hand to keep quiet as he did.

Franco pulled out with a pop, watching as you stuck your cum covered tongue out to show him before swallowing it.

“You’re insane” he told you with a hand wrapped around your neck.

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franco thoughts: trying something new 1.9k 18+

notes: this was a request but I lost it. ANAL PLAY (fingering!!)

“What’s this?” he asked as he came out of the bathroom with a small bottle of lubricant in his hand.

“What do you think?”

“I know what it is. Wanna know what you have this for. Am I not making you wet enough?” he made his way to you, on the bed

“No, no, it’s not for that,” you said, feeling the blood run up to your cheeks “it’s not for anything. I just keep it in my toiletries.”

“Oh?” he teased, trapping your body to the bed between his arms “You sure? Because this is used. Are you gonna tell me what you used this for? Cause I’m pretty sure I already know”

You tried to hide your face in the pillows but he turned you back to him, his green eyes looking right into yours. “Just for a finger or two, a while ago” you finally blurted out.

“And did you enjoy that?” he asked, already knowing the answer from your body language.

You nodded, “very much”

“Should we put it to use again?” his lips brushed against your jaw, teasing the skin.

“Fran, I’ve never done anything more than that, and I’m not sure I want to either”

“I never said we would” he assured, his breath against your skin sending goosebumps through your body.

You bit your lip, thinking. “Be gentle?”

“As gentle as you need”

He finally kissed you, slowly, taking his time as his hands ran over your body. You felt his hand making its way under your shirt, to grab at your tit, the touch making you arch closer to him. You loved to feel his long fingers on your skin, they always made you feel small and delicate.

His lips were leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, working your jaw, behind your ear and your collar bones, he loved to get you worked up till you were basically begging for him. So he tugged your tank top down, exposing your chest and kept kissing down, till he reached your boob. He mouthed at it, taking all he could as his fingers worked your other nipple. As he moved to mouth at your other tit his hand made its way between your legs, spreading them and cupping your middle.

One of your hands was in his hair while the other touched his bare chest, feeling the warmth radiate from it because of his sunburn. His fingers made their way past the band of your pajama shorts, quickly finding out that you had gone commando. He moaned into your skin when his fingertips met the wetness on your lips.

And you also let out a sound, a small plea, “Fran”

His mouth left your chest to kiss you again, a low whisper of ‘te amo’ slipping past his lips. His fingertips danced around your lips, spreading your wetness all over them before concentrating on your clit. The tight circles on your nub had you panting as you kissed.

When Franco thought you were too close his fingers dipped into you, both at once, the feeling making you close your legs around his arm but he was quick to spread them back open. They worked into you slowly till he was able to curl them up, rubbing against your walls.

You enjoyed his touch till he had to pull away. You watched as he took the spot between your legs, spreading them further as he laid down. His arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer, making you gasp. He shushed you before his tongue darted out to lick a teasing strip between your lips.

But Franco wasn’t one to deny his own wishes so he quickly dived into your cunt. His lips and tongue worked around your lips and your clit as he took his fingers back into you. His stimulation made you groan and pant, an occasional moan slipping out of your lips.

“You need to quiet down, mi amor.” he warned, kissing the insides of your thighs “Can you do that?”

You nodded eagerly, dropping your hand to his hair and pushing him back down. He shook his head at how pathetic and needy you looked doing so. Franco’s mouth resumed its work, tongue circling and lips sucking at your clit.

He noticed your high approaching in no time. Your walls clenching around him, your legs threatening to close if it weren’t for his strong hold and your stomach tensing. It made him work his fingers faster inside you, curling into your spongy spot till you came around him. Franco smiled at your orgasm, pressing his teeth on your clit before he came up to kiss you.

“Beautiful as always” he praised as you pulled him into a deep kiss. He protested when you shoved your tongue into his mouth. “No, amor, I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. Just do what I ask you, okay?”

You nodded and watched him peel away from your body, sitting with his back against the headboard and motioning for you to come closer.

“Come on, lay on my lap, I’ll make you feel good.” he said and manhandled you till you were laying across from him, your hips on his thigh with a pillow underneath your back to support you.

Your legs naturally spread for him before he even did anything and he smiled at that. His hand then rubbed at your thighs while the other reached for the lubricant. The anticipation sent shivers over your body. You watched his thumb pop the cap open before tipping the bottle till some of the liquid dripped on your cunt.

Franco paid attention as it flowed down your lips and between your ass cheeks, the view from above was spectacular. His hand soon left your thigh to spread some lube on his fingers. You held a breath as his hand dipped between your legs thinking you would feel them against your rim but he fucked them back into your cunt instead.

“Relax, I’ll get there” he assured when he caught you looking at him surprised.

He did get there. Just a couple thrusts later he coated his other fingers in the lube. They slowly moved around your rim, circling the tight entrance. You took your chance to dip a hand into his shorts and pull out his erection that had been poking at your hip. He smiled as you reached for the bottle and spilled some on his tip.

Your hands worked lazily on each other. Yours because you could barely concentrate and Franco’s because he wanted to tease. He bent over awkwardly to kiss you as his finger dipped into you. But your mouth fell open and you tried to hold a groan back as he pressed the finger.

It wasn’t a completely new feeling, as Franco figured out, you had done this before. But the intensity of the double penetration and the intimacy of being his fingers instead of yours made it feel new.

“Feel okay?” he asked, burying his face in your neck.

You nodded, letting your free hand run through his curls, pushing them out of his face. Franco pushed his finger deeper and deeper as you kissed, the hand on your front still as he worked your behind. He smiled when you took him fully and you could feel his knuckle against your cheeks.

He worked the finger in and out, swirling it around inside of you to spread you open, getting you ready for one more. You were about to beg when he pulled out to join the second finger. He circled around again, teasing to make sure you were enjoying it, little did he know how turned on you were about the whole situation.

He asked if you were ready and you nodded again, but the feeling of the second finger going past your rim made you tighten your grip around his cock. The hiss that passed his teeth made you realize and loosen up as he waited for you to get used to the new feeling.

“Sure you okay? We can stop” he whispered

“Don’t wanna stop. Fuck, Franco, feels so good. You can move them”

He pushed the fingers deeper, reaching his knuckles again. You moaned at the feeling, making him kiss you again to absorb the noise. Franco finally pulled away from you to sit back up and watch as you took both of his hands.

Now that he had you completely full his fingers started curling up onto your gspot again. You felt like seeing stars when he moved both of his hands, like you never wanted that feeling to end. You knew Franco could make you fall apart easily with his hands but that was taking it to a new level, one that you enjoyed too much.

You tried hard to keep your moans in but it was impossible when he was making you feel so good. His fingers worked you so well that you felt your core tighten up in minutes. It was too much, the in and out of your asshole matching the curls onto your cervix as his palm pressed onto your clit, you couldn’t help but let yourself go around him.

“Ay, mi amor, you sound so pretty but I need you to be quiet” he whispered against your lips.

You just kissed him back, a soft whisper of ‘i’m sorry’ meeting his lips. His hands had stilled for a second after you came down from your high but he suddenly started moving them again. You gasped as his movements resumed, taking your free hand to cover your mouth.

“Too much, Fran” you whined.

“Give me one more, yeah?”

You nodded, letting your head fall back onto the mattress as you melted into his touch. His hands worked with extra effort this time, paying more attention to your front. He fucked hard into you, his entire arm working the right spots to get you where he wanted.

Franco was glad that you never really put two and two together, you were always too far gone to realize those were the moves to make you squirt, so the extra wave of pleasure always surprised you.

His cock was long forgotten as your hand raised to grab his hair but he didn’t care, watching you squirm and pant on his lap was enough of a reward.

You were completely gone when you came. Tears running down the sides of your face as your body twitched and shook, every muscle tensing at your prolonged pleasure. You tried to squirm away from his touch but he wasn’t done yet. You lost all strength when he finally made you squirt, liquid flowing out of you onto his arm and the sheets.

He smiled at your state, watching as you rode it down on his fingers.

“Tan linda, mi amor” Franco left a kiss on your forehead before you pulled him into a kiss. “Can you still take me in your mouth?”

You nodded as eagerly as your own body allowed. He slipped from beneath you, moving to kneel above your chest. You both enjoyed the view, you questioning how he could look perfect in any angle and him rubbing his thumb on your plump lips. Your hands grabbed his ass, pulling him down till his tip was pocking your lips.

“Open wide, vida”

He pumped his cock and pushed the tip into your mouth. You gladly took him, sucking hard and working the tip with your tongue as he jerked himself. He was quick to release into your mouth, biting into his hand to keep quiet as he did.

Franco pulled out with a pop, watching as you stuck your cum covered tongue out to show him before swallowing it.

“You’re insane” he told you with a hand wrapped around your neck.

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My favorite Janace au ❄️🤍

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Heyyyyy i wanted to request an Ollie Bearman fluff fic. I don't really mind what it is but maybe something about race weekend. ❤️

PAPER RINGS (OB87)

summary: Ollie comes back home after the brazil gp

warnings!: none just fluff and a bit of angst

a/n: it took me so long to write it i'm so sorry just been pressured cause of school and all. this was actually so cute to write ollie is just so fluff coded<3 kinda short but i'm really proud of it (might be my best work)

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the results in brazil weren't what ollie had expected. he recieved a 20 second penalty and ended p12, out of the points. he shouldn't be mad after all he's still an f2 driver even if he'll be in f1 next year. he's already extremely talented but it's just not enough.

he didn't even stay to party with the drivers just went back to you in your shared hotel room. he was so happy that you were able to come to his race even with your busy schedule cause of your studies.

ollie opened the hotel room door before slamming it closed making you jump. you were laying on the bed while reading a book. when you saw ollie. you put down the book and rushed over to him hugging him.

"m'so proud of you olls you did so good today" he wrapped his arms around you and forced a smile but it didn't last long.

a few seconds after, his head was burried in the crook of your neck and he was crying and sobbing. you rubbed his back softly while praising him and assuring him that he was the most talented driver you've ever met and that you were so lucky to have him.

after his sobs had calmed down, you both stayed there unmoving until you spoke up.

"wanna shower and watch a movie?" you asked and ollie nodded in the crook of your neck.

you stood up and the both of you walked to the bathroom with your fingers linked. once you reached the bathroom, you turned to ollie.

"take off your clothes baby i'm gonna prepare the shower okay?" ollie nodded and you turned on the water making sure that it was warm enough before taking off your clothes too.

you and ollie held each other under the warm water just enjoying the calm that only the other could provide. people called it soulmates, you called it home.

you started to wash ollie's hair. massaging his scalp with your fingers as you poured shampoo in his air. he leaned into the touch closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh. you then washed his body slowly massaging every part of him and especially his shoulders to relieve the pressure caused by the race.

ollie did the same for you even if you insisted that you could do it alone. you both washed and held each other needing the physical touch after the time spent apart from each other.

after you both dried each other, you put on some fresh clothes and headed to your shared bed. you pulled the covers over the both of you and cuddled closer to him. people would find weird that he is the one holding you even if he's the one in pain but ollie found more comfort in holding you than being held.

you put a movie on but it was quickly forgotten as you both were just content cuddling. you shared some sweet pecks and ollie flet his eyelids grow heavy.

"tired pretty boy?" you asked using the nickname that you used before dating to flirt with him. ollie smiled and nodded.

you turned off the tv and you both layed down together. you rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"good night olls"

"good night love"

you both succombed to sleep quickly. people would say that it wasn't much, just young love but for you it was home and ollie knew that wherever he'll go, you'll be here for him. he sometimes found himself planning your future together and your wedding. You knew that you'd be happy even if it was only with paper rings.

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SÍ... ESTAMOS SALIENDO | Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x Pérez!Reader

SUMMARY: Scared of everyone to find out, Y/N Pérez and Oscar Piastri decide to hide their relationship from everyone until Checo starts wondering how Piastri learnt to speak Spanish so good... and specially why he has a Mexican accent ↳ REQUESTED BY ANON: Maybe one were she is checos daughter and they hide their relationship from him. And also maybe she teaches oscar some Spanish. At the end they end up telling checo about their relationship

WORD COUNT: 2399

WARNINGS: Use of Spanish. Important to say that even Spanish is my mother tongue, I may have some mistakes because it is Mexican Spanish and I don't know much about it, so I had to do some research. Otherwise, mentions of unwanted pregnancy, unprotected sex, drugs and alcohol

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VEE'S NOTES: Not writing related but I’m obsessed with a K-Drama I started watching yesterday and I just wanna write Come What May series since the main characters’ personalities are the same as Seb and Y/N (Di in case you read the OC Version) there lmao. Anyways, missed a lot writing about Oscar (I definitely will be writing about him more as he's my second fave on the current grid) and this one got me so happy with how it turned out! Hope you like it as well, and remember that I'd love to see your comments <3 ↳ MAKE YOUR REQUESTS | LET'S TALK! | JANUARY UPDATE CALENDAR

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“What if you taught me some Spanish?”

“Sorry, what did you just say?”

“That's it, Y/N. Teach me some Spanish.”

You, completely absorbed in looking at the pictures you had taken during the date you had with your boyfriend that same day, lifted your gaze from your phone and raised an eyebrow, fully taken aback by Oscar's proposal.

“Spanish? You? You already speak English! English is the only language that matters to you all…”

Oscar shrugged, nervously playing with the steering wheel. At that moment, he reconsidered what he had said, unsure now, and realized that maybe it had been a somewhat strange proposal on his part.

“I just want to understand you when you talk to your dad or your family. I know no one knows we’re together yet, but sometimes when you do video calls with them, I feel a bit lost. I also feel like sometimes you talk about me, and I’d like to know if I should worry,” he confessed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“And why do you assume we talk about you, huh?”

“Well, because you always look at me out of the corner of your eye when you do.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked with that unnecessary concern.

“Why do you have to be so chismoso?” You said, making Oscar give you a little tap on the shoulder. That just made you laugh more. “Alright, alright, fine! But I warn you in advance: if you laugh at me speaking Spanish or don’t take me seriously, I’ll break up with you.”

What started as a completely random proposal, with little prospect of a future or sense at first, eventually became one of your favorite routines. You took advantage of every moment together to practice, always hiding it from Checo or any member of the Pérez family when you were in the paddock. Moreover, whenever you were in your respective countries, you would watch Mexican movies and TV shows, and also some in their original version with English subtitles. You even started sending each other the occasional message in Spanish, thanks to the Australian’s initiative.

Oscar seemed to have, in your eyes, a natural talent for languages. Not only did he manage to learn greetings and basic words in less than a week, but after a month, he was already making the effort to use your Mexican accent and even incorporating words that seemed exclusive to your family’s vocabulary.

And that was exactly what, a few months later, turned into a real nightmare for the secrecy with which you kept your relationship.

While no one knew you were together as a couple, Oscar and you pretended to be just friends when you were in public. That’s why it was completely normal for Checo Pérez to see his daughter with the Australian, having coffee and chatting animatedly after a press conference.

“¡Buenos días, Checo!” Oscar said in almost perfect Spanish. “¿Cómo va, papá?”

You, hearing that last word, spat out the little coffee you had left in your mouth and opened your eyes, completely surprised. Checo, however, made a face and a frown, questioning his daughter’s friend.

“What did you say?” You asked, though you knew perfectly well that what your boyfriend had just said was something you hadn’t taught him, and he’d probably heard it from you.

“Well… ¿Cómo va, papá?” the guy repeated innocently. “Did I say it right?”

“Papá?” repeated the Red Bull driver, even more shocked. “Do you even know what that means, kid?”

“It’s an expression, right? Isn’t it like saying buddy?”

Checo stared at him for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Oscar. Then, he turned his gaze to you, who was pretending to fiddle with your phone to avoid having to face an awkward conversation about why your secret boyfriend had just said that.

“¿Te importaría decirme por qué Oscar habla como tú?” Pérez asked quickly in Spanish, clearly aiming for Oscar not to understand.

“He doesn’t talk like me!” You quickly replied in English. “Oscar has been practicing Spanish, and well… he wants to fit in better so he’s trying. Duolingo isn’t the best app for learning, so he’s been watching YouTube videos... Right, Osc?”

The guy nodded, but that didn’t convince Checo. Still, he didn’t say anything else and, instead, coldly said goodbye to you both.

As soon as he was far enough away not to hear you, you turned to Oscar and started shaking him:

“Of all the things you could say, you call him papá?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, babe!” He rushed to reply, feeling bad for you. “I’ve heard it so many times that, well… I just said it without thinking. I honestly didn’t think it was anything bad.”

You huffed, knowing that it wasn’t Oscar’s fault or his curiosity and interest in learning your mother tongue, but yours for not setting boundaries or explaining the meaning of each word, as well as the context in which it should be used or who it was addressed to.

From that moment on, your father started paying more attention. He was an expert in discretion, but you knew him well enough to realize that, since the incident with Oscar, he had become much more alert and interested in you both, especially looking for clear signs that would confirm his suspicions that his daughter was dating one of the newest additions to the grid.

Unfortunately for you and Oscar, the Mexican didn’t need to investigate much, and he only did so for a month to confirm his theories.

During one of the briefings with all the drivers, Checo heard Oscar mumbling an “Órale, wey” followed by some insults in Spanish that you had made up when it had gotten pretty late and everyone was eager to return to their hotel. Also, instead of saying “sorry,” he let out a “¿mande?” which wouldn’t have been strange if he hadn’t continued speaking in English, as if nothing had happened.

You and Oscar seemed unaware of all your slip-ups; on the contrary, feeling like you weren’t arousing anyone’s suspicion, you lowered your guard. Displays of affection in public, though still cautious, became more frequent, especially when Checo wasn’t near you. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

The back of the McLaren garage, just a few meters away from Red Bull’s, as expected, wasn’t the most suitable place.

“We should go somewhere else,” you said softly while nervously fiddling with the collar of your boyfriend's shirt, who had his arm around your waist.

“Why? This place is perfect,” Oscar replied, unconcerned.

“Yeah, sure, perfect for my dad to catch us,” you muttered. “If he already suspects and looks like that doll from the red light, green light game on Squid Game, analyzing us so much to jump on us as soon as he catches us… imagine if he finds us. He’ll kill us, I swear.”

“Come on, Y/N, just try to relax. We’ve got it all under control. Seriously, there’s nothing to worry about, mi amor.”

You blushed at the compliment he had given you in Spanish, and couldn’t help but plant a chaste kiss on his lips, even though everything inside you felt chaotic.

“If you’re trying to convince me that everything’s fine by speaking to me in Spanish, just know that you’re doing it perfectly,” you declared. “But don’t forget, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a tremendous anxiety and keep thinking that we’re literally one step away from getting caught. Do you know what he could do if he finds out that you and I… that?” You asked hesitantly.

“Is he going to give us a lecture on how we have to stay professional whenever we’re in public? Or is he going to tell me he’ll kill me if I even think about getting you pregnant?”

“He’ll probably make you come home to have lunch with my family and only speak Spanish,” you tried not to laugh but couldn’t help yourself. “And trust me, you don’t want to be in that position because you’ll have all my aunts, and there are quite a few of them, right next to you, asking you some very uncomfortable questions.”

“Then we’ll have to tell him as soon as possible so he can prepare. How about I tell him that I’m absolutely and completely in love with his daughter?”

You shot him a glare, panic flooding your insides at the thought of that happening.

“No, don’t you dare do that, Osc, and especially not here. You have no idea how my dad would react if…”

“Why not?” He interrupted. Then, he stopped, and after a few seconds that felt like an eternity to you, he seemed to finally find the courage to speak: “I could tell him something like… ¡Señor Pérez, estoy saliendo con su hija porque además de ser la mejor mujer de este mundo, me hace la persona más feliz del mundo!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, filled with emotion inside at Oscar’s sweet yet innocent declaration of love aloud.

However, a cough behind you made you snap back to reality.

“Can I know what you’re doing with my daughter, Piastri?”

You both slowly turned around. There, standing before you, was Checo, arms crossed, with a very unfriendly look on his face. You swore that if Oscar walked out of there alive and without a reprimand from your overprotective father, he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the year.

“Well…” Oscar began, his confidence suddenly disappearing.

“Esto no es lo que parece, te lo juro,” you said in Spanish, trying to calm your father, even though you knew your attempts would be in vain.

“Oh, really?” Checo asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing you were both lying. “Then, what explanation do you have for this kid shouting to the four winds in almost perfect Spanish that he’s in love with you? At least that’s what I understood, if my Spanish doesn’t fail me.”

You were about to reply, but instead, Oscar gently took you by the wrist and stepped forward, surprisingly confident.

“Checo, I’m not playing around. Okay, I was joking about that, but not about what it means… like…” Piastri explained slowly, nerves eating at him as he couldn’t bring himself to look Checo in the face. “Your daughter matters to me, well, like… you know, like a boyfriend cares for his girlfriend.”

Checo tried not to laugh at the declaration of love from the man who had just confirmed he was his son-in-law and did his best to maintain the protective fatherly composure, thinking no guy would ever be good enough for his daughter.

“So you care about my daughter… You, one of my coworkers, a twenty-three-year-old kid, care about my eldest daughter enough to believe you can have a relationship with her…”

“It’s not that I believe it, it’s that I know I do.”

Not only you and Checo were surprised by the boy’s words, but Oscar himself too. He regretted it immediately, but before he could apologize to Checo, the man stepped forward, raising a hand and staring at him:

“So… are you two dating or not?”

“Yes, for almost six months now,” you answered, feeling a knot in your stomach, but much less pressure now that your father knew the truth.

Checo sighed, running a hand over his face as he tried to process the news his daughter, his little girl, had just told him. The girl he knew ever since she was born and now he had to imagine her spending, if not the rest of her life, at least part of it, with another man.

“And why didn’t you tell me before?” Checo asked, his voice tinged with disappointment but also some understanding. “Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I knew you would react badly,” you answered, frustrated. “I trust you, and I know you want to protect me from any guy who could make me feel bad, but you have to understand that I’m twenty years old, and whether you like it or not, I’m not a little girl anymore.”

Checo looked at you and then turned his gaze to Oscar, who had his head down. Besides his nerves being pretty evident, so was his willingness to face any kind of dispute or reprimand from him just to stay with you.

That made Checo feel a bit bad, though it also gave him some relief seeing that the Australian was truly concerned and, why not say it, in love, willing to do anything for his little Y/N.

Finally, he let out a small sigh, trying to calm himself. He repeated your words over and over in his mind before saying anything else because if you had never disappointed him in your life, then he didn’t want to disappoint you just because you were in love.

I’m not a little girl anymore.

“Checo…” Piastri spoke, but Checo raised a finger, silencing him instantly.

“I’m only going to say this once: you better not hurt my daughter, or I’ll hurt you when I kick you off the track or crash into you accidentally. Is that clear?”

Oscar swallowed hard, feeling that Checo wasn’t joking.

“Understood…”

“And as for you,” Checo now spoke to you, completely stunned, “don’t think this is over. Your mother, you, and I will have a conversation about this and several other topics when we get home.”

Unprotected wild sex, alcohol, and drugs, for sure, you thought, forcing a smile to try to hide your worry.

“Now go on and keep loving each other, but be careful where and how you do it. I don’t want to be a grandfather just yet.”

With those words, Checo left, leaving you both.

“Well… now he knows. Finally,” Oscar said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I told you he was intense. Do you believe me now?”

“Of course, mi amor,” the Australian replied, taking your hand and heading to your room in the McLaren motorhome, so, as Checo had said, you wouldn’t become grandparents just yet. “Your dad scared me, but I’m not going to lie to you, he gave me enough motivation to beat him in every race from now on.”

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This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

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when I’m enjoying my little cowboy romances but I remember that all country men irl are most likely conservatives 🧍‍♂️

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y’all ever think about jude from the darkest minds and cry?

just me?

🧍‍♂️

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in my sickly haze I somehow installed 2 tumblrs

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i miss her sm. libertalia my beloved.

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F1 Driver Texts

You thirst after them

(All started with that Carlos pic 🥵 Suggestive themes ahead 🚂)

It’s my birthday, so I’m giving you all a gift! 🎁🎉

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR F1 DRIVER TEXTS. Send me an ask 😊

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to be in it with you ⟢ OP81

PAIRING: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: as you watch oscar play happily with his nieces and nephews, you’re struck by the overwhelming love you feel for him—deeper than you’ve ever known.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: use of y/n, named side character (brother), fluff, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i have an oscar request lined up from last year, and somehow i’m at 40%-ish of completing it. so i’ll dedicate this oscar one shot that i drafted long ago to my ‘osc anon’ who had sent in the request as a compensation for not finishing yet their request 🥹 so i hope you guys will like this one too!

It was a perfect summer afternoon in Australia. The sun shone warmly over the sprawling and perfectly manicured backyard, the sound of laughter and chatter floating through the air as Oscar’s family gathered for the reunion. You sat comfortably in a lawn chair, a cool drink in your hand, condensation dripping down the side of the glass, and a soft smile that played on your lips as you watched Oscar from afar. He was in the middle of the yard, playing tag with his nieces and nephews, their high-pitched giggles filling the spaces as Oscar chased them with exaggerated slowness, his long strides deliberately clumsy.

Oscar was radiant under the sun, his easy laughter blending with the children’s laughter, his cheeks flushed from the activity. His hair, slightly damp from exertion, curled at the edges, and he ran a hand through it as he crouched low to let one of the toddlers ‘tag’ him. The sight tugged at your chest, making your heart swell almost painfully.

It hit you then, not for the first time, but in a way that felt newly profound. You love him. You love him so much that it terrifies you. You never knew that it’s possible to love someone so much. The thought was overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity. No one had ever made you feel like this before. The relationships that you had in the past now seemed pale and faded photographs in comparison, distant and dull compared to the vibrant, all-encompassing connection you had with Oscar.

You took a slow sip of your drink, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you, but your gaze remained fixed on him. You loved everything about Oscar—the way he interacted so effortlessly with his family, how he was patient, gentle, and kind with the children, how his face lit up with genuine happiness when they pulled him into their little games. He was a mosaic of everything you had ever dreamed of, and yet, somehow more.

With these realizations came a series of flashbacks. You and Oscar go way back, though ‘knowing’ him would be a generous way to describe it. Growing up, you were never more than acquaintances in passing, brought into each other’s orbit because of your older brother, Asher. Asher and Oscar had bonded over karting, spending weekends at the track, their friendship was fueled by shared victories, losses, and countless hours tinkering with karts.

You were always on the sidelines, quieter than most, mostly content to sit with a book or scroll through your phone while Asher raced. Occasionally, your eyes would drift to Oscar—not intentionally at first, but there was something about him that always caught your attention. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, calm and focused, even at such a young age. Or perhaps, it was the easy smile he wore after a win, the way it lit up his whole face. You didn’t actually know when or why it started, but somewhere along the way, you realized you had feelings for him.

It was not a revelation that struck you like lightning. No, it crept up on you, quiet and persistent, until one day, as you unpacked your bag after another weekend spent at a karting competition, you paused, clutching a book in your hands. You loved him. Or, at least, you thought you did. It was kind of innocent, unspoken affection that felt too big to put into words.

But Oscar never knew. You barely spoke to him back then, except for the occasional polite exchange of ‘hi’ or ‘good luck.’ You were not shy by nature, but there’s something about him that always left you tongue-tied. So, when he moved up to F3 and you moved out of Australia to chase your own career abroad, that chapter in your life pretty much quietly closed.

Years passed after that. You had kept tabs on him sporadically, mostly through Asher, who remained in touch with Oscar even after leaving karting behind. When Oscar finally made it to F1, you learned about it through your brother, who called you, his voice buzzing with pride. Though you hadn’t seen Oscar in years, the news stirred something in you—a quiet, enduring happiness for him.

Then, it was months later, on an otherwise unremarkable evening, that your phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number. You hesitated, your finger hovering over the screen before you finally answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh, is this…y/n?” the voice was hesitant but familiar, a thread of nervousness woven through the words.

“Yes, it is. Who’s this, may I ask?”

There was a brief pause, then, “it’s Oscar. Oscar Piastri.”

You blinked, momentarily stunned into silence. “Oh. Hi. Um…hello, Oscar.”

Oscar’s laugh was soft, almost sheepish. “Sorry, this is kind of random, isn’t it? I wasn’t sure if you’d even remember me.”

“Of course I remember you,” you said quickly—too quickly for your liking, your heart thudding in your chest. “I just…wasn’t really expecting this, that’s all. How did you even get my number?”

“Well, apparently our mums kept in touch all these years,” he explained, tone a little lighter now. “My mum mentioned that she saw you back in Australia not too long ago, and she told me about it. She, uh, also gave me your number.”

You were not sure what to say to that. “Oh,” you managed. “I didn’t know they still talked.”

“Neither did I,” Oscar admitted, you could hear the smile in his voice. “But when she mentioned you, I figured I’d…I don’t know, take a chance? I mean we never really got to know each other back then, did we?”

“No, we didn’t,” you agreed softly, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

“I always thought you were kind of…quiet,” he said, voice teasing but kind. “Like you didn’t really want to be there, but you came anyway because of Asher.”

You laughed, the sound surprising even you. “That’s pretty accurate, actually. I was there for him, but it wasn’t so bad, I liked watching you race.”

“Really?” Oscar sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “You were good. You still are.”

“Thanks,” he said, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though it felt like the space between breaths, waiting to be filled.

“So,” he said finally, tone shifting to something more tentative. “Would you…want to catch up sometime? I know it’s been years, but I’d really like to get to know you properly. No more awkward hi-and-hellos this time.”

Your heart leapt at the offer, but you kept your voice steady. “Yes, I’d like that,” you said. “I’d really like that.”

“Great,” Oscar said, and you could hear the smile in his voice again. “I’ll text you, then. We’ll figure something out.”

“Okay,” you said softly, your fingers tightening around the phone.

“Okay,” he echoed.

After that whole conversation with Oscar, for the first time, you realized that maybe, you were not the only one that has been waiting for this moment.

The memory had you smiling crazy, failing to notice how Oscar glanced your way, a smile spreading across his face when he caught you staring and smiling. He stood, brushing the grass off his hands, and made his way over to you, his pace was unhurried but purposeful.

“Having fun watching me make a fool of myself?” he teased, voice warm and tinged with amusement as he dropped into the chair beside you.

You chuckled softly, setting your drink on the small table next to you. “Not at all. You’re doing amazing out there,” you replied, tone playful but sincere.

Oscar leaned back in the chair, his hand quickly finding yours without hesitation, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. “You looked like you were in deep thought,” he said for a moment, his eyes searching for yours. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, not because you did not want to tell him, but because you were not sure how to articulate the depth of what you were feeling. But after a beat, you decided to just let the words flow freely.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” you admitted, voice quiet but steady. “And how no one’s ever made me feel the way you do. It’s like I don’t even have the right words for it.”

Oscar’s expression softened, and he squeezed your hand gently. “You don’t have to find the right words,” he said, tone earnest. “I feel it. Every time you look at me, every time you smile like that, I feel it.”

Your chest tightened, and you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “It’s just that sometimes it feels like too much, you know? Like, I want to memorize everything about you—how you speak, move, even how you laugh. I want to soak up every part of you and carry it with me forever.”

He let out a quiet laugh, his thumb still brushing over your hand. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of masterpiece,” he said, tone light but his gaze were serious.

“It’s because you are,” you replied without hesitation, voice unwavering. “You are to me.”

For a moment, Oscar did not say anything, he just looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. Then he leaned closer, his free hand coming up to cup your face, his touch gentle but grounding.

“You have no idea how much I love you, do you?” he murmured.

“I think I might have some idea,” you whispered back, lips curving into a smile.

Oscar leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back to meet your gaze. “Good,” he said, voice low and filled with affection. “Because I’m all in with you. Every part of me, every day.”

Your chest felt like it might burst anytime soon from the sheer magnitude of what you felt for him. “Me too,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I’m all in with you, Oscar. Always.”

Everything had also made you realize that you didn’t need the perfect words or grand gestures. Being with Oscar, loving him as deeply as you did, was more than enough.

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Could you write a Lando or Oscar fic where the reader is on her period and accidentally bleeds through onto his sheets (cuz it’s his apartment) and only finds out when she wakes up w bad cramps in the middle of the night and then proceeds to try and fix it without them knowing but the driver wakes up in the middle of their struggle?

i’m always looking out, oscar piastri

warnings: mentions of menstruation

note: writing this to manifest my period coming soon 🙏 (it’s a week late and i’m kinda panicking…)

your mind was instantly in panic mode the moment you awoke to a sticky feeling between your legs. this was your worst nightmare. it could not be happening. it just couldn’t be happening.

lifting the sheets a bit, you almost cried when you spotted to big red splotch on your boyfriend’s sheets. as carefully as possible, you pried away the duvet completely and swung your legs over the side. the movement was surprisingly smooth, but the moment you stilled, a painful cramp moved through your body and you had to bite you lip harshly to prevent yourself from whimpering out loud.

taking a moment to collect yourself, you took a deep breath before standing. your whole body was screaming for you to lay down again and curl into a ball until the pain subsided, but you couldn’t. you needed to fix this first.

you took tentative steps towards the bathroom, taking a pair of clean pants with you so you could clean up yourself first. every step felt like a thousand shapes knives stabbing your uterus, and as you lowered yourself to sit on the toilet, you almost sighed out loud from the relief.

you had no idea how you were gonna get the sheets clean without waking oscar, but you were determined to try. he had been so tired since the season ended, and you wanted nothing more than to give him the peaceful sleep he deserved without interrupting him with your problems.

quietly slipping from the bathroom, through the bedroom where your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, completely obvious to your current panic, you made your way to the kitchen. you knew he kept his detergent under the kitchen sink, so you tiptoed over there, very careful as you opened the cupboard.

you dropped to your knees, your stomach aching painfully as you did so, to look for the right one, but the dark made it hard to see what you were doing, and in your quiet haste, you accidentally knocked one over, causing all the hidden away soap to clash together.

immediately stilling, your eyes flew up to carefully observe the doorway. your heart was beating out of your chest, your cheeks blooming red from the thought of being caught alone. for ten seconds you waited, but when no sounds were heard from the bedroom, you let out a breath of relief and got to your feet with the white cloth detergent clutched tightly in your hands. you couldn’t put the sheets in the washer, not when oscar was laying on them, but you could try to remove the spot as good as possible before he woke up, and then wash them properly in the morning when he was out for his daily run.

it was a fool proof plan, one that could hardly go wrong, but as you opened the door to his bedroom once again and was met with the light on and your boyfriend tiredly—but with obvious concern—missing with his eyes up at you, you almost broke down. his gaze held so much tenderness and when he said your name, his voice was filled with so much love that your knees almost gave out.

“what are you doing up, baby?” his voice was scratchy from sleep as he tried to survey the situation.

“i— uhm— i was just—“ you tried to find the words, but you were too tired, too groggy and in too much pain to come up with a lie.

“and why are you carrying laundry detergent? what’s happened, honey?” he was on his feet surprisingly quick, considering how tired he looked, but the look of fatigue on your face was enough to alarm him.

“i— i was just—“ you looked helplessly at your abandoned spot in his bed and he followed your eyes.

“did you drop something on the sheets? you know i don’t care, right?” he moved to your side to check the sheets, and the moment he spotted the red splotch, his face fell. you stood nailed to the ground, a feeling of horror filling your body as you watched him.

“oh, baby,” his voice dropped with sweetness and he was by your side in two long strides. “why didn’t you wake me?”

his hands went to your shoulders, holding you so carefully that you couldn’t keep yourself together anymore. “i don’t know.” your voice cracked and tears gathered in your eyes, the last 20 minutes finally catching up to you. “i guess i just— i mean it’s your bed! and i’m so embarrassed… but it just hurts so bad! i’m sorry, osc. i’m so sorry, i ruined your sheets, and your sleep, and—“

“woah, baby, calm down.” he stopped your nervous rambling with a gentle hand to your cheek. “we’ll figure this out, okay?”

you nodded as he led you out of the bedroom and into the guest room next door, where a clean bed was waiting. “have you put on clean pants? or should i find you some? and a pad?” he was so eager to help that you couldn’t help but smile.

“no, i already changed,” you mumbled, looking down your hands as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“alright, perfect.” he smiled softly as he stood himself directly in front of you. “now, let’s get you back in bed and i’ll get you some painkillers and a heating pad, yeah? and then i’ll figure out the sheets.”

your head shot up, meeting his tender gaze as you tried to protest. “no, osc, you don’t have to do that. it’s my mess, you shouldn’t have to—“

“stop.” he cut you off. “i don’t care that you woke me. i want you to wake me every time you need help, okay, love? because i love you. i love you so much, and i hate seeing you in distress, so i want to help you all that i can. i don’t care if it’s 2 in the morning or in the middle of the day. i want to help, okay?”

tears gathered in your eyes at his words and you couldn’t do anything but nod in reply. “i love you so much. you’re too good to me.”

“no. you deserve the world, baby. nothing is too good for you.” he leaned down to press a warm kiss to your lips, and you smiled as he pulled back and helped you get comfortable in his guest bed.

“i’ll come join you in just a minute,” he promised as he softly padded out the room, and you sighed contentedly and snuggled into the soft duvet. oscar’s words echoed in your mind, and as you fell asleep, a soft smile was gracing your lips.

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pretty tattoos -> ln4

wc: 1.2k tags: piercer!lando, cockwarming, unprotected sex, piv, part one | part two | part three

Lando’s shop was empty and quiet. Probably because it was already after working hours when you arrived, like the two of you had agreed. 

After the last piercing you had gotten, Lando had indeed taken you out to dinner. And after that, the two of you were inseparable. And you couldn’t be happier.

It was after a night out that you mentioned wanting a tattoo. Immediately there was a sparkle in Lando’s eyes as he began gushing over how he hoped you would mention it because he was itching to ink your body. 

After he dropped you home, laying a gentle sweet kiss to your lips before walking away, Lando had texted you the date and time of your tattoo appointment. Only if you wanted it, of course. And boy, did you want it. 

Lando’s shop was a familiar place by now. Both from your own experiences and from the little visits you made just to see him. So you didn’t hesitate to get yourself comfortable as Lando prepared everything, the stencil already pressed against your skin.

Getting a sternum tattoo as your first tattoo was certainly a bold choice, you wouldn’t deny that. The room was slightly chilly, causing your exposed nipples to perk up, goosebumps raising along the skin of your arms. 

“You changing your mind?” Lando asked, noticing you had gone quiet. His voice was teasing, but you knew that if you really did change your mind he would drop everything without a word. 

“No,” you shook your head. “Just a bit nervous. I heard the sternum is a painful place to get a tattoo.”

“It is,” Lando agreed, smiling at you. “Don’t worry tho, I’ll keep you distracted.” he said with a wink, bringing a smile to your face. 

“Oh, you’ll keep me distracted!” You teased, prompting him to laugh. 

Lando finished setting the necessary material up and sat down in the chair. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side. “Isn’t that my spot?”

“Nope,” he told you, shaking his head. “Your spot is right here.” He patted his lap, his lips curled upwards in a smirk.

“How could I forget,” you smiled, walking towards him slowly. You ran your hands down his body, palms pressing against his chest before dipping lower, toying with the zipper of his pants.

You opened his pants and Lando wasted no time lifting his hips to help you slide them down his legs, the outline of his already hard cock visible in the grey material of his boxers. A wet patch was already forming on the material from where his leaky tip was positioned. 

Lando took the boxers off quickly, pushing them to join his jeans. His hands grabbed your ass and he pulled your body closer, your bare legs pressing against his. 

You giggled, wrapping your hand around his dick. It wasn’t your first time seeing him naked but everytime was as good as the previous. Your eyes zeroed in on his piercing, going through the tip of his cock, the metal balls shining under the led lights of the studio.

Spit dribbled down from your mouth onto his cock and you used it as lube to stroke him a few times before lifting up your skirt and climbing into his lap. The lack of pantied underneath the skirt made it all the easier to position his dick at your entrance and sink down on him, taking him fully. 

“Fuck,” Lando groaned, his hands gripping your hips, both of you moaning at the sensation. His piercing pressed against your walls, adding to the stimulation. Lando’s hand caressed your back, making you arch your chest forward him. 

“You ready?” He asked gently, one of his hands groping your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples and twisting your piercings. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You replied, nodding your head at him. “You sure you can tattoo in this position?”

“Oh please,” Lando scoffed playfully. “Of course I can. Now hold on, this is gonna hurt a little.”

Lando lifted up the tattoo gun and started his work, tracking the stencil on your skin. You gasped a little at the pain, feeling your chest tighten as he worked, involuntarily clenching around him which had his breathing going shallow.

Thankfully it was a small tattoo, which meant it didn’t take much time for Lando to finish it. The whole time he kept teasing you playfully, talking about random things and cracking terrible jokes in effort to distract you from the pain, which really did work. But so did the feeling of his pulsing length buried deep inside of you. 

You finally felt like you could breathe again properly when Lando finished the tattoo, putting away the machine and cleaning it up. One of his hands cupped your flushed face, his eyes meeting yours. “Looks pretty great if I do say so myself,” he told you, his eyes flicking down to the tattoo. “Now how about a reward for my best client?”

“Please,” you gasped out, your walls clenching around his dick. Lando groaned, wrapping his arms around you and standing up then pushing you onto the leather chair all while still remaining inside of you. 

“Did so well,” he told you before pressing his lips down against yours in a sloppy kiss. “Took it so well, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take my cock, yeah?”

His thrusts started slow, making you feel every inch of his hard cock, the piercing dragging against your walls, making your head spin with pleasure. One of his hands sneaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit fast and rubbing circles around it before he flicked your piercing, making you moan out. 

The rhythm of his hips grew frantic, becoming more desperate with each thrust. After cockwarming him for what felt like hours it didn’t really take long for either of you to reach your orgasm.

“God, Lando!” You moaned, nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you, triggering his own. 

You both stayed still for a moment, catching your breath, then Lando pulled out slowly and used one of the previously prepared tissues to clean you up, all the while rambling about the tattoo healing process. You really couldn’t deny that he was adorable. 

The two of you put your clothes back on and you waited for Lando to finish closing up the shop before you left together. “So, wanna come over to my apartment?” You asked, taking his hand in yours. “I got some great leftovers. And they’re not expired.”

He laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. “You truly know a way to my heart!”

Lando Norris had pierced his way into your life and permanently inked his place in it. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“but what if i’m being annoying :(“ everyone’s annoying dipshit it came free with fucking being alive and existing. now go talk to your friends