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fwb to dating w/ top!lando !

pairing: top!lando x fem!reader

premise: after a good hookup lando can’t hide his feelings for you anymore ! (>∀<) smutty and some fluff <3

preface: oof it’s been a hot minute since i posted but yes, hopefully y’all enjoy this one ! i hope lando gets good results tmrw in the hungarian grand prix !! ( ^_^ )

“fuck, only one left,” lando murmured, opening the condom packet and nodding his head to the bed. “back on blankets.”

you lightly laughed. “not tired yet?”

lando shook his head, but you could see the sweat beading on his forehead, looking delicious as it dripped to his pecs.

a bit shyly you dropped to the bed, thighs squeezed together.

he slipped the latex over his cock, somehow still hard even after four rounds, and smirked, prodding your legs open with a veiny hand. “why did you close your pretty legs.” he kneeled on the bed, legs in between your thighs. “need to see this pretty pussy.”

he slowly rubbed a knuckle over your clit, making you whimper and shiver, you breaths quickening rapidly; almost as if you were having a heart attack.

“mm, fuck! la-lando. too. too much! la—“

“—no it’s not,” he murmured, biting your neck in the place he knew drove you crazy.

you could only whimper as he replaced his knuckle with his dick, your legs glitching and losing control at the stimulation he was torturing you with.

“need. it. in!” you squeaked out.

lando just chuckled, kissing you deeply.

desperate, you tried to grab his dick, but he smiled, and trapped your hands above your head with his left one. “legs around my waist and i might let you have it.”

you nodded quickly, all cute thoughts lost as the situation to you became serious. you literally needed this man’s dick in you.

and if he needed your legs around his waist, that’s what he’d get.

as you locked your angles together, he slammed his dick fully into your pussy, the both of you turning into moaning messes.

“fuck!” he cursed, watching as you slowly grinded your pussy against the base of his dick, in need of some friction.

but he didn’t let you have your way as he pulled out and slammed back into you, quickening the motions with every breath he took.

“so fucking perfect. perfect fucking pussy.”

“mmm.”

lando kissed you hard, his tongue traversing into your mouth to show you just how in control he was. that only made you that much wetter.

“enjoy being my slut, hm?”

you nodded, rather delirious from his big cock currently siding in and out of your sensitive hole, skin slapping from the rough strokes he expertly gave you.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, dark with blown-out pupils. “answer me.”

you confirmed with anxious nods, not wanting him to stop. “yesyesyes,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut at a certain deep stroke he gave.

“gonna cum,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

“shit, baby,” lando said, teeth gritting from the sight of you all pleasured out for him, only his cock doing this to you. “don’t fucking look like that.”

your eyes widened, worried at 1) what did you look like that he didn’t like? and 2) did he just call you baby?

before you two started fucking, he made it absolutely clear that pet names were to be avoided at all costs. the last thing you needed was to grow attached to him. the both of you wanted sex, and that was fine: just no commitment.

he was an f1 driver—and you hated the spotlight. it was best if you two kept things on the low. dates would cause too many problems.

“what did i do wrong,” you mumbled, making lando scoff.

he raked a hand through his hair, letting your trapped hands finally loose from his strong grasp only an f1 driver would have. “just too fucking cute.”

you looked away bashfully, trying not to blush as your crush friend-with-benefits complimented you.

it wasn’t your fault that your heart was currently riding a rollercoaster, right?

suddenly you tugged lando’s face by his cheeks, landing a gentle kiss on his lips.

you knew sweet things like this were off limits but you couldn’t help it! it just felt right.

yet it definitely worked, because soon your friend was cumming in your pussy, your release only making his orgasm that much more blissful as you tightened around his girth.

as the two of you came down, you humming in content with a smile on your face, lando looked serious, which was uncommon after cumming that hard.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, patting his head as platonically as you could manage.

he rose and sat beside you, head resting on the back of the bed frame. “kinda broke the rules a bit,” he murmured, his face cringing in apprehension.

you frowned. “well that’s not good.”

he nodded, scratching the back of his head. his mouth opened but he stopped himself before he could say anything.

“gotta go.”

you pouted, careful he wouldn’t see, and feigned carelessness. “yup.”

he shrugged on his pants and shirt, but he looked around for his watch. he patted his pockets, clearly distraught.

you walked up, his body towering your not-as-strong one, and tugged his hand into yours. you could feel his green eyes on you as you placed the expensive watch into the palm of his hand.

“dumbass.”

his mouth flattened into a line as he only sighed, jaw twitching with annoyance.

“text me,” you say, patting his arm in a calming motion, his volatile state not to be messed with.

but instead of leaving form your apartment, lando only stands still, frozen as a statue.

and you simply stand in front of him, arms crossed from his infectious annoyance.

“y/n?”

“yes?” you sigh out.

lando punches you in the arm, making you step back.

“ow,” you grumble. “what made me deserve that.”

there was a pause.

then lando finally rushed out:

“why did you make me fall in love with you?!”

shocked and feeling a thousand other emotions, you punch lando back.

“lando! this was not part of our agreement!”

masking his disappointment and embarrassment, lando scoffed. “no shit.” he pointed at you (a bit ridiculously, in your opinion). “s’all your fault.”

“lando,” you mutter, shaking hands rising to run through his brown curls. “are you lying?”

he shakes his head, a glimmer of hope appearing within his pretty eyes.

“fuck it,” you whisper more to yourself than him, finally crashing your lips on his, dangerously dancing on the line between friends and partners.

you broke away, noses touching each others, and you smile up at his delighted face. “someone’s happy.”

“canyoubemygirlfriend?” lando asks desperately, hands traveling to wrap around your waist, almost as if you would disappear from him if he wasn’t careful enough.

you lean back and tap his nose playfully with a finger. “only if you agree,” you whisper, “to fuck me everyday as well as you did just now.”

“oh,” lando said with a cheeky grin, grabbing you by the hips, forcing your legs around his waist so he was holding you up. “i’m only getting started, baby.” with that he pressed you against the wall, and the rest was history.

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texting the grid you miss them ! (fluff)

pairing: f1 driver (max, oscar, lando, pierre, yuki, george) x reader

premise: u miss ur bf and he does too!

preface: just trying a dif format and keeping it short ! omg i’m so excited for silverstone tmrw !! let’s cheer them on ^v^

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the grid meeting your parents ! (fluff)

pairing: f1driver (hamilton, norris, piastri, russell, tsunoda, verstappen) x reader

premise: how six f1 drivers would interact with your parents ! (fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff)

preface: YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET AHHHH like seriously i don’t understand how im getting this much love just writing my horny/love-deprived thoughts but nonetheless i’m close to tears ╥﹏╥ thank you !! anyways who should i write for next ? a pt. 2 with the other drivers ? enjoy <3

hamilton

babe would be experienced with this, know all the right things to say, and when to just nod and pretend like he agrees with your parents. even though he’s been through the same motions of ‘meeting the parents’ a few times before, he knows you’re the right one for him, so lewis will take this opportunity seriously.

that means bringing bags of designer clothes, perhaps a watch for the dad, and, of course, an expensive bottle of wine (he still hasn’t disclosed the price to you (｡ŏ_ŏ)). your boy’s classy and will match his attire to yours. and maybe get your mom to crush a bit on your mans as well. but don’t worry, boy is loyal!

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norris

aww i think bby acts confident about these sorts of things in front of friends, but when it’s just the two of you, he shrivels in your lap, anxious at the mere thought of meeting your parents.

he doesn’t want it to go wrong! he needs you for the rest of his life, so he spends days before the actual event asking you what your parents’ interests are, things they would ask on the big day—lando panics big time. and on the day he actually meets the parents, he realizes it was all worth it, because now he can spend the rest of his life with you! (*ˇωˇ*)

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piastri

okay this boy knows his personality is special. he knows he can’t exactly be as straightforward as he would prefer to be because there’s a big chance your parents would take it the wrong way. so, as he gauges your parents’ tolerances to sarcasm, jokes, etc., he grows more confident. at first, baby will be quiet, but with time you’ll be dragging oscar away from your parents just because they can’t stop talking so much!

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russell

similar to hamilton, this man is ✧classy✧ and makes sure it seems that way. whether it’s a casual dinner or a barbecue, george dresses up in a suit, all pretty, because he wants your parents to know he’s serious! don’t take him wrong though, he’s not afraid to get on his knees to help your parents out. sink is broken? baby is inside the cabinet fixing the faucet as we speak. need more charcoal? he’s already gone back to the gas station to pick a bag up (he’s an f1 driver, i mean what’d you expect?). and don’t worry about if your parents approved of him or not, he’s got ‘em asking when he’s coming back!

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tsunoda

aw yuki would be so shy meeting your parents. his relationship with them would be more sweet than anything. less chatting, more jokes! if he burnt the dinner he was supposed to cook for your parents (low chances, but bear with me), yuki would be close to tears. he takes it very seriously!

thankfully your family would laugh it off, and yuki would start laughing as well. if the power went out, jokes would float around the dark room and your parents would see how much he cares about you as he grabs blankets and tea for you. (≧﹏ ≦)

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verstappen

baby could simply care less about your parents. all he wants at the end of the day is to be with you. his heart only wants you! how can you blame him? ( > < ) for this reason he tolerates your parents. if they happen to be nice, then he’ll get along great! if they’re not his style, he’ll still pretend like they saved his cats from a near-death experience (eating the wrong cat food).

as long as he has you, max can meet a hundred sets of rude parents and still be happy. <3

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making dinner with max ! (fluff)

pairing: max x fem!reader

premis: you watch max’s daughter (single dad in this scenario) for more hours than bargained; bby feels bad and decides to treat you to dinner ! lots of fluff !!

preface: omg this one was so much fun to write i wish it would happen to me in real life ＞︿＜ i actually need him, im not kidding ! like always, i hope you enjoy <3 y’all are the best ≧◡≦

head rested on your lap, max’s sweet daughter falls into a deep sleep, tiny body rising and falling with each breath she takes.

“oh, you’re still here,” a male voice says from the main door, silently arriving home like a cat.

you jump a bit and quickly look down to check on penelope, thankfully still sound asleep.

with a smile you shush max and nod to his daughter.

oh, he mouths quietly, having realized his mistake.

with steady hands you carry penelope to her tiny bed, max following your lead like a lost puppy.

or maybe more like a pitbull? his presence was slightly terrifying, him being a millionaire, an f1 racing champion, and such.

and somehow you still managed to have a crush on him.

“there we go,” you murmur under your breath, turning back towards max as the both of you guys exit her room.

“sorry for making you stay for so long,” max says in a normal volume, a safe distance away from his resting daughter.

“it was nothing! i enjoy taking care of her,” you explain shortly, your breath escaping you. you couldn’t place it but there was something about max that intrigued yet scared you. this was the fifth time you’ve watched his daughter; why were you still nervous around him?

he pulled out his wallet, collecting a few hundred-dollar bills. “here,” he says, handing $300 worth of cash into your shaking hand. “for the overtime.”

you start shaking your head, backing away with raised hands. “no, no; it’s really okay! don’t worry, i enjoy the work.”

max sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “then let me treat you to dinner.” and before you can refute his answer, he says, “just so i don’t feel guilty later.”

you reluctantly nod, predicting how awkward the rest of this night would be with just the two of you.

“great!” max exclaims, having noticed you accepted his offer, and clasped his hands together. “although you might need to help me cook.”

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it was a silent night as max and you prepped the ingredients for hamburgers—penelope’s favorite.

“how’s it going over there,” max prompted from time to time as he formed the meat patties.

you’d respond shyly, “good.”—though it was anything from good if you were being honest—you tried to hide with your the scrambled mess of food you made on the chopping board with your back, hoping your boss wouldn’t notice.

you could not cook for your life, and chopping vegetables—tomatoes in this case—was a great display of this shortcoming. you cursed to yourself as you accidentally slit your index finger, sucking on it to avoid any blood spilling. you didn’t think penelope would want blood-flavored burgers.

discreetly you dashed to the other side of his huge kitchen (why did it have to be so big?!) to grab a napkin in hopes of cleaning your wound.

but, proving to be the f1 champion he is, max twisted at the scuttle of your feet, face contorted in concern at the bloody finger.

you slowly turn as max stalks towards you. you say quickly, “ah, it’s just a little cut, i’m so sorry just give me a secon—“

max doesn’t give you time to make excuses, though, as he grabs your finger and inspects it, seeing how bad your wound was.

“a bandage should do,” he says, completely ignoring your nervous ramble, and instead, retrieves a first aid kid from the nearby cabinet.

“sorry,” you squeak, looking at the floor.

“it’s okay, y/n. don’t worry: it happens all the time to me too,” max assures while getting the necessary supplies. suddenly his eyes go wide at your finger.

you had been fisting your hand trying to calm yourself down, completely oblivious to the increased amount of blood escaping your finger.

max quickly brings your finger up to his mouth, and you watch in shock as he sucks the blood away.

woah.

he takes your finger out of his mouth and, deciding it to be clean enough, disinfects it with an alcohol tissue.

you jolt a bit at the sharp feeling of the alcohol seeping into your bloodstream, and max naturally rubs your hand. “sorry, must’ve hurt.”

you shake your head silently, words gone at the fault of his kindness.

after wrapping your finger in a bandage, max hands back your limb (it felt so cold without his warm touch).

he suddenly laughs, noticing your blank stare. “what are you thinking about?”

unable to take your eyes off of your bandaged wound, nor think straight, you murmur, “in-indirect kissing.”

could you blame yourself? your lips went on your finger. then his went on your finger as well. boom! technically that was a kiss, no?

your mind was going crazy, making you a bit dizzy in the real world.

“interesting,” max observed, nodding slowly with a confused smile.

crap, y/n! you scared him!

you desperately try to make things less-awkward between you and the single dad: “no, no, no; it’s not like that, i swear! i’m just like dumb sometimes and blurt things i don’t mean!”

you gulp, trying to read max’s mind as he shrugs and walks back to your vegetable chopping.

he scoffed, taking in your mess of a salad. then he walked back and tugged you gently by your sleeve, standing you in between him and the counter.

“quick crash course on chopping, okay?” he murmured into your ear, making your heart race for about the hundredth time this evening.

would you have a heart attack with all of these stunts max was obliviously pulling?!

“first,” he said, placing a dull knife into your hand, “always have your finger above this part of the knife when cutting thick foods.” he engulfed your hand in his, yours tiny by comparison, and started showing you a generic chopping motion. you could feel his heartbeat against your back and his breathing on your neck. you could barely focus with him around you, let alone this close to you!

“there, try it now,” max suggested after a minute of guiding your hand, having chopped a carrot.

you nod, nervous, but still manage to cut an onion thanks to his teaching. “max! look!”

but your boss was crying and smiling at the same time, hands rubbing his eyes. “i hate onions!”

laughing you hold the chopping board to his face, letting him cry more.

he yells, running away from the satanic vegetable as you chase him around the counter, the both of you attacked with laughing fits.

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“dinner is ready!” max yells, letting penelope know.

you two wait in silence for penelope’s light footsteps to sound but they never come.

max, confused, raises from his chair and goes to her room. “stay here, she must be asleep.”

patiently, you sit, attempting to calm down your accelerated heart. would it just be the two of you?

“yeah, she’s out,” max announces, regaining his seat at the oak table. “i’ll save the food for her tomorrow.”

you nod, hoping penelope would enjoy it. you really tried your best.

“thanks for, um, teaching me, you know, how to chop and stuff,” you said while nudging a french fry around on your plate.

max, in the middle of biting his cheeseburger, nods.

he laughs, suddenly making a realization: “what kind of babysitter can’t cook?”

you look down dreadfully. “sorry,” you whispered, playing with your hands. “that’s my fault for not learning.”

you hear max curse under his breath as he leans closer to you. “look at me, y/n.”

you listen and look up to face the attractive man, trying to hide with a sad smile your teary eyes.

he brushes a strand of your hair back, studying your face for a moment. “it was meant to be a joke, i’m sorry. i didn’t think you’d take it seriously.” he runs a stressed hand through his hair. “you’re the best babysitter penelope’s ever had. she loves talking about the ‘adventures’ you guys have outside, the things you teach her about the world.“

max laughs. “and honestly, she probably prefers the microwaved food you give her.”

you laugh too. “oh, i see,” you pick up a fork and try to eat your salad but you can feel max’s eyes burning into yours. your silverware clatters to the plate, your nerves making any action remotely basic to be impossible.

max silently collects a bit of food for you on his fork from your plate and holds it in front of your face. “ahhh,” he mimics, smiling.

“is this what you call,” he murmured, watching your lips wrap around the fork, “an indirect kiss?”

you chew your food, eyes blinking at the question max posed, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you.

what do you even say? was your crush flirting with you?

max, noticing your silence, played with his fork. “sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“no, no, no,” you said, face flaming up. “that was the right usage of the word.”

his eyes darted between your lips and eyes, so quick you almost thought it never happened. “can you show me what a ‘kiss’ is, then?”

trembling a bit you say, “it’s, uh, when two people touch each other on their lips and—“

max rose out of his chair with a smile, admiring your sweetness. “can you show me, then?” he neared you, towering over your seated position.

“oh, um,” you mumbled nervously, “only—only if you want.”

he leaned his large hands on the arms of your chair, watching as you shut your eyes quickly.

he laughed, petting your head. “so cute.”

you blindly pouted, a bit embarrassed.

shivering in anticipation, you felt a gentle finger feel your lips. “y/n,” max said, making you open your eyes. “are you okay with this?”

you nodded, staring up at him from under your lashes. “please, max,” you murmur, kissing his calloused finger, causing his eyes to shutter.

he leaned towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation, then softly brushed his lips on yours, him humming at the contact.

he held your check, deepening the kiss, addicted to your taste. you tried to keep up with max, and thankfully, he helped your shy lips along the way.

when he finally pulled away he was panting, you grinning sheepishly.

“way better than indirect kissing,” you decide aloud, making max laugh.

“agreed.”

you leaned your head into his palm. max smiled as he realized you finally opened up for him.

“does daddy have a girlfriend?” a young girl’s voice suddenly asked from behind the both of you, making you jolt away from max’s hand.

penelope, holding a stuffed animal, was standing still in the hallway, her tiny head tilted in confusion.

“oh, no, sorry max, shoot—“ you whisper under your breath.

“yes,” max suddenly stated to his daughter, resting a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder, “she’s mine.”

you look up and find max staring back, raising his eyebrows to check if the statement was true.

you chuckled, raising from your seat to shyly hug your new boyfriend sideways. “i’m his.”

penelope clapped happily, a big smile on her face, making you let out a deep breath. “yayyy!” she exlaimed, “now i can eat mac and cheese always!”

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beating subby!lando in a grand prix !

pairings: subby!lando x fem!reader

premis: lando gets angry after losing first place to his female teammate so she lets him finish first in something else (･ω<) super smutty !

preface: thanks for all the support you guys are amazing i don’t deserve it ≧﹏≦ and please send requests and stuff, i’ll make sure to read them and write some more content based on your asks ! i’m open for any drivers. while you wait, enjoy lando being dommed <3

“yes!!!” you scream as you pass the finish line, watching happily as the crowd claps at your first-place finish.

“congrats, y/n. well done! another win for mclaren!” your manager praises through the radio.

you smile, parking the f1 car at the first place marker. “couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

hiding your tears of joy, you climbed out of the tight vehicle, removing your heavy helmet.

as you were skipping to meet your mclaren crew, though, a f1 car came flying dangerously close to your legs. you jump back, finding a fellow mclaren driver staring angrily at you from the cockpit of their car.

“not again,” you mutter under your breath, slowly walking away from the stalled vehicle as if it were a momma bear.

“hey!” lando shouts from his car, hurriedly escaping its seat and running towards you. “you can’t just overtake your teammate like that!”

you roll your eyes, trying to shove down the strong urge to choke him and shut him up. “that’s kind of how the sport works, lando.”

yet he doesn’t quit whining, and instead, snatches your hand, forcing you to look at him.

“aw, are we holding hands?” you say sarcastically with traces of venom.

lando steps closer, his height unfortunately much taller than yours. “we might need to if we’re going to be on the same team for the next few years.”

oddly enough, something in you shifted when lando said that with a straight face.

“so, should i let you finish first next time?” you ask, raising your eyebrows and brushing off the weird feeling you felt with lando so close by.

lando blinked rapidly, quickly retrieving his hand from yours. “th-that sounds wrong.”

“you perv! such a dirty mind,” you remark, trying to run away before you start to feel things for the cute annoying guy.

yet, lando leaves you no escape as he imprisons your arm into his strong grasp once again, dragging you away from the flickering cameras of the paparazzi and into his temporary racing room.

“y/n, why must you always drive like a fucking muppet and—“

you ignore lando’s complaints (mainly because they hit harder than what you let him see). even though you only knew him for two months, the boy was a good racer, and you respected that. he’s a big reason as to why you chose mclaren in the first place.

“what’s this,” you murmur while he rambles, walking towards his desk where a notepad lay.

“shit!” lando curses, quickly running to block your path. “don’t you dare,” he says, hiding the book in a hand behind his back.

you smile, sensing a challenge. “no.”

staring into his green eyes you reach a hand around his back, yet his reflexes are faster, moving the notepad to his other hand. you lean against him, his body trapped against the desk. you make fruitless attempts to steal his secretive journal until lando speaks up.

“jesus, y/n,” lando says, cheeks reddening with the close contact. “some personal space, no?”

you sigh, a bit sad, still wanting to see his secret diary or whatever that little notepad of his contained.

“ok,” you mutter, deflated.

he rakes a hand through his brown hair, a bit stressed. “like i was saying, i think it’d be much better if you,”

he continues ranting about the things you do wrong, his current subject about your excessive speeding in the last grand prix in which you placed behind him.

but you can’t focus, as that little notepad flys around in the air, lando’s passion for racing translating to his hands.

and you don’t think about it before you finally make a grab for the book. lando, a bit shocked, loses balance and falls back to his bed. he latches onto your arms in panic, forcing you to fall rather hardly onto his big body.

“ugh,” he groans, head hitting the back of the bedframe.

you smile and open the notepad while his consciousness was still weak. but you don’t find what you were looking for.

you found something much, much more shocking.

“lando, what the fuck!” you screech, still on top of his body. “why does it say right here that i almost crashed into carlos on turn three?! are you taking notes of my fucking races?”

you punch his shoulder hard, only making him groan harder.

lando, face frowning in dismay, tried to get up, but you pressed your body weight onto him.

“no, no, no, lando.” you say, tutting at his sorry excuse of running away. “you need to explain yourself.”

“fuck.” lando raises his arms and nervously fiddles with hair. “i just—i don’t know—wanted you to be safe and shit.”

you frown in confusion, flipping through the pages only to find more details of your supposedly dangerous racing style, highlighted in bold: she needs to slow down!

“shit, lando,” you say, trying to understand why he would do such a thing. “you obsessed with me?”

he sighs. “no! i’m just a good fucking teammate and want to make sure you don’t crash into me and kill me in the next race!”

you rest your head onto his chest, utterly confused. hearing his rapid heartbeats and rise and fall of his chest, you know he’s nervous.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you murmur, tracing the curves of his flexed bicep. “i can take advice. just don’t like rude comments.”

your teammate, clad in his compression shirt and unzipped racing suit, groaned.

“god, this is so fucking embarrassing.”

you smile and look up at him, feeling like maybe lando wasn’t actually so bad after all. “you’re cute.”

lando purses his lips, pushing your shoulders away. “just get off of me already.”

you shake your head, curious to see how lando would react. “what if i want to nap,” you say, pointing at his chest, “right here?”

lando looks up at the ceiling and scrunches his eyes. “y/n, stop it.”

you hum in question, rasing your body so you could see his face better. “stop what?”

“you’re-you’re getting me fucking hard right now, y/n,” lando rasped out, his hands covering his tomato-red face.

“i knew you were a pervert,” you murmured, rasing a hand up to gently caress his face, feeling the stubble on his chin.

lando’s eyes opened, surprised to still see you on top of him after his dirty confession.

enthralled, you look between his eyes and lips, wanting to feel the passion of a man that just wanted the best for you. you’ve never had anybody this sweet before.

“lando,” you whisper, playing with his brown hair, “do you like me?”

he nodded, bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

that was all you needed before pressing your lips onto his, smiling as he let out a deep groan. he broke away, looking up into your eyes a bit sporadically and shyly.

“can i touch you?” he asked quietly, cautiously placing his hands on your waist.

unsatisfied with his pg-placement, you tugged his hands towards your ass, knowing that’s where he secretly wanted them. “are you this shy with all of your other girlfriends?”

“i-it’s just different with you,” he said, sheepishly looking down at your shirt, green eyes widening at your semi-exposed cleavage.

“lando?” you say, scoffing as he attempted to take his eyes away but simply couldn’t.

you take advantage of the moment and sit up to straddle his waist, discarding your shirt and leaving you in a sports bra.

“happy now?” you say with a curved brow.

but lando seemed to become a different person after you stripped, his hands tugging your bra off so your top half was naked.

“h-hey!”

lando moves your hands that cover your tits, an inexplicable urge in him to feel you. he latches his mouth on your nipple, causing you to shudder.

“fuck, lando,” you whisper, head bowing at the sweet sensation of his lips.

growing in confidence (and simply wanting to please you), lando started playing with your other tit with his hand, looking up at your pretty reactions.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.”

you brush lando’s hair back, kissing his forehead. “should i let you finish first this time?” you asked, smiling.

“please?” lando squeaks out cutely, watching as you take off his racing suit and bottoms.

drawing his boxers down you find his dick, way larger than expected and as hard as a rock. “fuck, lando, you’re so fucking big.”

“i know,” he chirps with a grin on his face.

you scoff, watching his conceited face turn into a concentrated one as you lick his tip, tasting his precum.

his hand clenched into your hair. “mmm, please don’t tease me, y/nnn, m’begging you.”

“what happened to that cheekiness of yours, hm?” you ask, drawing your index finger slowly up and down his dick.

“fuck,” he whimpers, hips jerking. “please, please, fuck!”

you take off the rest of your clothes along with lando’s shirt, marveling in his defined abs.

you climb over so your pussy was over his dick, teasing him by licking his nipple. you laughed as he merely whined more, eyes lidded. you pumped his cock, its desperate veins showing.

“y/nnn.”

“okay, okay, baby, need it so bad, hm?” you ask as you lower slowly onto his dick, just now remembering how big he was.

“fuck,” lando gasped, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. “feels s’good.”

you, on the other hand, were trying your best to maintain your composure, wanting him to finish first this time. he stretched you in all the right places, making you moan as you starting sensually riding him. that goal of yours seemed more and more impossible with each stroke you felt.

“shit, so tight,” lando sighs out before grabbing the small of your back and pulling you down to kiss you deeply, humming and moaning in your mouth.

you bite his bottom lip that he himself bites so often. “been wanting to do this for a while. selfish to keep them all to yourself, baby.”

lando blushed profusely. “such a flirt.” he played with your tits, making you leave breathy kisses on his neck. “must be a player.”

you shook your head, riding him harder, a bit pissed at his conviction. “dumbass,” you say in between pants, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping. “only you,” you murmur.

lando grins cheekily, pupils blown out, as he places his veiny hands on your hips, helping you slam down onto his perfect cock. “oh, yeah?”

you roll your eyes. “how. do you. still manage. to piss. me off?!”

“dunno,” he murmurs, taking his right hand and rubbing your clit, making your head fall back. lando was good, you realized—why hadn’t you done this sooner?

but you held your release in. lando needed to be first—there was no other option!

so you kissed his collarbones, finding he was particularly sensitive there, smiling as he let out breathy whines.

“such a fucking bottom,” you murmur. “even though you try to seem like a badass on the track.”

lando’s face becomes more fucked-out.

“i’ll always beat you on the track, baby; accept it.” you tug lando’s hair, getting a better view of his eyes. “want me to give you some tips, hm?”

“quit it,” lando gasps, watching as your pussy enfolded his dick rapidly.

you nudged his chin up with a finger, his green eyes so soft. “you wish.”

you kiss him gently, his cock twitching inside you as he moaned, hands grabbing your hair rather forcefully and crushing his lips on yours. almost as if he were scared you’d evaporate.

“fuck, y/n,” he moans in between kisses. “don’t deserve you.”

with a smile you break away to leave pecks on his jaw. “who knew lando was this sweet?”

“need—mmm,” he groans out. “need to cum, fuck.”

suddenly a knock sounded on the door, followed by a, “lando? you in there?”

the both of you paused your movements, staring at each other in horror.

“hey, lando, the press is waiting!”

“fuck it.”

you ride him even harder, sweat dripping down your body, and whisper while staring into his wide eyes, “think you can stay quiet?”

with that, your teammate ruts his hips into you, chasing his release with his eyes on your face. he grinned as you also unraveled from the sudden force on your cervix, pussy tightening around his already-clamped dick.

“fuck, baby,” you whine, “so strong.”

as his strokes became more sloppy, lando came down, panting hard as he watches your pussy squirt. both of you, blissed-out, rest for a bit on each others’ heaving bodies.

“so hot, fuck,” he whines, his cock already hard again.

lando was about to beg for another round when a familiar voice shouted from the outside, “lando! i can hear you! clean up—we’re running out of time!”

lando gasps as you laugh loudly. “we gave him a performance, didn’t we?”

your teammate sighs with an annoyed expression. “fucking hell. why’d he listen to us?”

fastening into your racing suits once again, you get ready to leave the room before you notice something very important on lando’s face.

you go to wipe the lipstick kiss marks you left on his pretty skin when he stopped your hand, murmuring, “this is my first place trophy.”

with grins on both of your faces, you and lando walk out of the room, hand in hand, battling the paparazzi together. every time lando looks at you, he thinks of the hickies trophies he’ll give to you next time.

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oscar finding his reporter cute ! (fluff)

pairing: oscar x fem!reader

premis: oscar helps a shy reporter during an interview and ends up crushing on her! short and sweet, fluff!

preface: posting this in honor of him getting 2nd place in austria !! good job oscar <3

you felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, finding a tall guy staring at you. his eyes were bored and a bit annoyed.

“um, can i help you?” you ask politely, checking your watch.

you had already interviewed the drivers that came in third and second place, and you were currently waiting on the first-placing driver to show up.

truth be told, you weren’t really qualified for the job—your sister decided to suddenly honeymoon with her wife and begged for you to replace her. hesitantly, you agreed, dying your hair to match her natural color and hoping your features were similar enough.

the young man scoffed and ran a hand over his face. “woman, you’re joking, yeah?” he asked after rolling his eyes.

honestly, you would’ve assumed this moody guy was the winner as he wore a racing suit, certainly an f1 driver with the after effects of participating in a race apparent, sweat running down his neck leading to the contour of his—

no, y/n! focus! your sister called moments ago saying the winner of the race was extremely ugly, and, according to her words, “you can’t miss him.”

and, as much as you hated to admit it, the fiesty male was far too attractive to fit your sister’s description.

“sorry, i, um, don’t follow?” you say, nervously running your fingers through your hair, microphone in the other hand.

the man looked back to face an older man sporting a mclaren hat, the former muttering something while angrily staring at you.

is this what a red flag feels like before getting torn to shreds by a bull?

“ok, lisa, you’re on air!”

you turn around rapidly at the mention of your sister’s name, searching for the driver you needed to interview.

“um,” you start shyly, looking into the scary camera. “we are still waiting on the pole position winner for the silverstone grand prix—“

there’s laughs amongst the viewers, and you cock your head trying to find their source of amusement.

“—well we are waiting on him to arrive, so sit tight while we try to find him!”

yet, to your horror, the camera stays on, the filming crew motioning for you to continue.

“hey.”

you turn to find the same utterly attractive yet rude driver staring down at you, mouth in a line and arms crossed as if he were the one that should be stressed.

“oh, you again,” you accidentally mutter into the microphone, freezing once you realized what you’ve done. except, the crowd simply laughed.

you cursed under your breath.

they’re laughing at you, y/n. you’re such a dumbass.

“yes,” the young man said sarcastically while tugging the mic towards himself, only helping to raise the volume of the laughs from the stands. “it’s me again.”

you nodded, anxiety burning in your veins, not knowing what to say. this was not as simple as your sister had said it would be.

“while we’re waiting for the grand prix winner,” oscar said, now stealing the mic completely, “why don’t i ask you some questions, reporter?”

crap!

“uh, okay,” you murmur into the mic the driver stretches towards you. for some reason your palms started getting clammy. was it your nerves?

he puts a hand on his hip and pretends to be in a deep state of thinking. “let’s start with an easy question.” he came closer so your bodies were only a pace away.

“who’s your favorite driver?”

uh oh.

“th-that would be, erm, lan?—lando!”

phew. thank god you remembered the name of the last driver you interviewed!

but the driver interviewing you walked away, suddenly a bit angry. then he ran back into frame, looking into the camera. “do you see how i’m treated around here?”

the crowds laughed, and you hid your smile.

was this the same person you met earlier? how was he so. so—so amiable?

“ok ms. reporter, next one: do you have a sister?”

“yes,” you said into the outstretched mic, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

then the man brushed his hand against yours just below the vision of the camera, and—was that a smile? did he just smile at you?

your breathing slowed, thankfully feeling a lot more calm.

you continued, saying, “i do. her name is y/n.”

the driver nodded, acting as if he were actually interested. “is she cute?” the man whispered into the mic.

and god, you would’ve thought this was a comedy show thanks to the immense amount of laughing if he weren’t dressed in a sweaty race suit that perfectly hugged his abdominal region and quads—

then you saw him walk slightly out of the frame, waving at you frantically. he mouthed:

ask me about the race!

good idea.

you leaned into the mic the man held, flooded by his addicting scent. “how was your race?”

“ah, thanks for asking,” he said, clearly having a talent for acting. “it was great! i’m really happy with my results. i scored a lot of points for my team, so honestly i couldn’t have asked for more.”

he went on about the technicalities and such of his car, what went wrong and right, what he should improve on; thankfully he talked until the time was out.

“well, there you have it!” you say as the camera crew gave you the cue to stop the interview.

“what’s your name, again?” you whispered to him.

at this point he just leaned into the mic. “it’s oscar piastri.” the crowd went wild, making him smile.

for some reason you got stupidly jealous.

“seems our pole position driver never showed up—“ you started saying, until the camera crew pointed towards a lit screen with words.

“but nonetheless, thank you for tuning in,” you said, and then continued reading the transcript, explaining the time and date for the next race.

once finished, the camera finally shut off, and with a big sigh, you retired your mic and made your way to your car. never again were you doing another favor for your sister.

“good job, y/n,” oscar murmured, having bent down from behind so only you could hear him. “turns out you are cute.”

fuck. how did he find out?

you swept around, hand over mouth in dread.

“oh, come on, it was obvious!” oscar said proudly. “you did not know a single thing about racing—and you look so different from your sister.”

you simply stood in shock. quietly gauging whatever despicable plan he was carrying out.

“do you still not know who i am?” he asked incredulously.

you cocked your head. “you’re a driver. what was it? osc-oscar pastry?”

he handed his heavy helmet over to you.

“there. now you’ll never forget my name again. it’s fucking piastri.” he ran his hands over his face, losing patience.

“ask me who won the race!” oscar finally said, cracking.

“um, we aren’t in the interview anymore?—“

he shook you by the arms, saying, “i won the goddamn race! i got first, y/n!”

“you’re the grand prix winner?! b-but my sister told me you were supposed to be unattractive!”

oscar raised his eyebrows, asking “is that so?” he tilted his head slightly, a cheshire cat’s smile forming.

“does that mean you find me attractive?”

uh oh.

your body was on fire, maybe more anxious than from the interview.

“since you kept staring at my body the whole interview,” oscar said as he smirked down at you, his brown eyes clearly satisfied at your shocked reaction. “take me out and i won’t tell.”

maybe you would do more of your sister’s favors.

[crazy-only]

showing subby!yuki your favorite dessert !

pairing: subby!yuki x fem!reader

idea: golden retriever yuki follows you into one of your favorite dessert shops to taste the sweets; little does he know you have other plans for him. (*^^*)

creds: pretty 18+ divider by @anitalenia (you’re so talented omg !)

preface: omg bby is so freaking handsome i don’t know how to put it in words but like his face card is on another level ! (+﹏+) ugh wish he was mine. like look at that sweet smile ?? i think my heart just stopped.

“this one?” your boyfriend, yuki, asks rather cutely, his head cocking. he pointed to the street sign reading oscar’s pastries.

you nodded excitedly. “yep! that’s the store!” smiling back at yuki you grab his hand, his immediately wrapping around yours, and entered the shop.

“woah,” he mutters, brown eyes enlarging at the four-story sweets shop. “this oscar dude must be making so much money.”

you shrug, leading him to your favorite section on the first floor, saying, “perhaps. you should ask him.”

the two of you reached the taffy section, consisting of a large assortment of the sweet candies in the pattern of a rainbow, and you pick up a blue one. you unwrap the parchment paper and pop it in your mouth.

“wait! y-you’re supposed to buy it first, y/n!”

laughing, you simply shrug. “oops!”

yuki clings onto you, arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you make your way to the second floor, this one filled with gummies.

and, to yuki’s horror, you pop another unpaid-for candy into your mouth, this time a long green gummy worm.

“shit. y/n what if they kick us out?” yuki says, trying to hide his excited smile.

you boop his nose with a finger, saying, “maybe we’ll take a field trip to jail?”

yuki grins, never able to get bored with that unpredictable personality of yours. that’s one of the qualities he loved most about you.

after roaming around, you traveled to the third level, where chocolates and caramels filled your senses.

yuki’s grip on your shoulders tightened as a male employee stepped up, asking if you “needed any help.”

with his mouth in a straight line, yuki declined, “no. we’re perfect. her eyes are up here.” yuki pointed up to your eyes, clearly fuming at the employee.

the employee, able to recognize he wasn’t exactly welcome (and a bit embarrassed as well), scattered away to the opposite side of the floor.

you gulped at your boyfriend’s sudden feistiness, wondering how his pretty brown eyes could turn angry so quickly.

you also pondered how his dick would feel inside you.

“is this your favorite section?” yuki asked, noticing the wide smile on your face, yet oblivious to the reason behind it.

with a kiss on his hand you said, “not yet.”

yuki spotted his favorite chocolate, one with a fruity filling, and, with guilty eyes, popped it into his mouth. “mmmm,” he murmured, eyes closed in bliss.

your eyes, meanwhile, widened as your head went wild. the dirty thoughts finally stopped when he opened his eyes, nodding towards the candy, encouraging you to try one.

on the top floor, you and yuki wandered around until landing at the cake section, a boulstorous display of frosting available.

with a soft hum you dip an unused spoon (from the ice cream section you passed earlier) into a pink-colored frosting. “wonder what flavor this is,” you murmur to yourself before placing the doused spoon into your mouth.

you lick the spoon slowly, maintaining eye contact with yuki as you twirl your tongue around the frosting. “mmm,” you say, “so tasty!”

you smirk at yuki’s face, looking like a deer in headlights. “what happened, baby?”

his cheeks warm up, eyes moving between the spoon and your mouth in a silent explanation.

“ahh, i’m sorry. you wanted a taste?” you ask, leaving a ghost caress with your hand on his right cheek.

yuki only stood still, waiting for whatever plan of yours to flourish. it was quite often when you flustered the poor baby, yet he’s never really gotten used to it, always having to resort to the “freezing tactic.”

you pretend to be sad, lips in a pout. “damn, wish i had another spoon.” you step closer to yuki, cocking your head at his intrigued eyes.

with a smile you kiss yuki, prodding your tongue into his mouth and letting the flavor of the frosting reach his tastebuds.

you step away, playfully saying, “take a guess! what’s the flavor?”

yuki shakes his head as if he were in a daze. “um, think it’s, uh straw—wait, i need another taste.” he says the last part with a slight smile, almost as if he cracked the code to a safe or something.

with a planning smile you grab his sweaty hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“you asked me what my favorite section was,” you say, pushing yuki against the bathroom wall and closing the door. “it’s this one.”

you smash your lips onto his, the flavor of chocolate and frosting mixing so well. yuki groans into the kiss, making you only more desperate to deepen the kiss.

with a strong hand yuki grabs your waist, his other one going to your hair. he, just as eager (or, if anything, more so) swipes his tongue inside your mouth.

“comfortable, are we?” you murmur in between kisses, biting down softly on his bottom lip.

“mmmm,” yuki moans softly in response.

you chuckle, letting the man run his fingers through your hair as you lean on him, smashing him against the solid wall. “such a cute boyfriend i have.”

yuki gets shy, looking at the adjacent wall, hands, though, rubbing up and down your waist.

you kiss his neck hard enough to leave marks, aiming for the spots you know the press will find. “how did i get so lucky?”

yuki looks down at you, lovingly, and says, “i’m the lucky one.” he gently guides you to a bench in the large bathroom. “let me thank you?”

taken off guard you raise your eyebrows. “sure, baby. let me know if it’s too much, though, okay?” you knew yuki leaned on the shyer side when it came to intimate acts, so you always made sure he was comfortable with new things.

“okay,” he chirped cutely, making you smile at his innocence.

although the next thing he did was anything far from innocent, grabbing your shorts waistband and tugging it down to your ankles.

“fuck,” you curse, watching the boy leave kisses on the dangerous part between your pussy and thighs.

yuki, a bit concerned, looks up. “does it feel good y/n?”

“baby,” you murmur, a hand going to brush his cheek, “you’re doing great.”

your boyfriend, suddenly confident, moves his kisses to your clothed pussy, a happy grin on his face. his eyes shutter close at the taste of you, eyebrows scrunching in joy at the new taste.

“mm, this my favorite section,” he mumbles against your folds, the vibrations making you even wetter.

feeling hot you take off your shirt and watch as yuki’s eyes go wide.

“perv, don’t start acting like you’ve never seen them before,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly, removing your bra as well.

“i-it’s just, you’re so beautiful, y/n,” yuki says, a bit starstruck. he stares at you as he continues to tease your pussy, kisses all over the sensitive area.

you groan, muttering, “shit. so fucking cute, baby,” which only makes your boyfriend speed up his movements, adding nudges of his nose into the mix.

you grasp onto his hair, saying, “yuki, baby, remember what i said about telling me if it was too much?”

yuki hums, nodding as he became more and more drunk from your pussy.

you tug his dark hair, making him face you, wanting a verbal affirmation from him.

although it gives a different reaction than expected, as yuki groans from the tension in his hair, suddenly saying, “mmm,” his eyes lidded, as he stared into your eyes. “s’pretty, y/n.”

you try to hold it together as yuki’s shame went out the window, purely focused on pleasuring you (or was it tasting your pussy?). the man went down on you again, desperately removing your panties to get deeper in your pussy.

“taste so good, mmm,” yuki moans into your cunt, head bobbing up and down for the sole purpose of licking you dry.

you lean your head against the wall as yuki gently inserts a finger into you, feeling your gummy walls with wonder.

he licks his finger with a smile, and, having an idea, lowers his mouth against your hole.

yuki sends his tongue into you, causing your body to jerk at the sudden change.

you can’t help but quietly moan as yuki learns to hit all the right places, your eyes rolling back in estacy.

yuki’s desperate tongue fucks you to heaven. you grip his hair tighter, needing to have some support.

“mmm, y/nnn,” yuki whines, still fucking your pussy deliciously. “so hard right nowww.”

you pant out a laugh. “from the hair pulling, hmm, baby?”

“mmhmmm.”

fuck. the vibrations along with his tongue were just too much. you start rocking your hips, feeling your release coming, saying to your pretty boy, “be a good boy and i’ll help you?”

pleasantly surprised, yuki hums, “please, mommy.”

and with that nickname your eyes scrunch, rocking your hips sloppily against yuki’s cute face as you squirt all over it, surprising him in the process.

“baby’s never seen a girl squirt before?” you ask him in between fast breaths with a hint of teasing.

yuki shakes his head, entranced at your spasming pussy while he cleaned the cum off his face.

“should we see if guys squirt as well?” you half-joke, guiding your boy up gently by his arms.

“wanna taste you again, though!” yuki mumbles, licking his drenched fingers.

you scoff and, with a push, force him to fall onto the bench, back on the brown wood, his eyes large.

you straddle his lean hips, murmuring against his jaw while leaving kisses, “it’s my turn now.”

[crazy-only]

meeting max's special cat ! (fluff)

pairing: max x reader

premise: you meet a cat that seems to have a name ? or perhaps it doesn’t ? in the end you ruffle max’s feathers asking about her ! (super pg and cute)

preface: omg wrote this in the middle of the night because my brain wouldn’t let me sleep without getting this scenario out ! honestly happy i did because i think it’s super cute <3 posting this in celebration of max winning the sprint race today in austria !!

what color cat energy do you think max gives off ?

“yep. these are my cats,” max says with a proud smile on his face.

“ah!! they’re so cute, max!” you practically scream, scaring the majority of the furry creatures away. a bit sad, you pout.

“damn it! how do i always manage to scare animals away? i love interacting with them.” you sit down, hiding your head in your arms.

max laughs, patting your back lightly, careful not to scare you.

“oh, look!” max says, pointing at an orange cat. “look, y/n, she’s not scared of you!”

you look up to find a cute feline licking its paws, obviously disinterested in the current situation, nor the stranger in front of her.

“yay!” you clap, excited. “what’s her name? she’s so cute!”

max’s mouth purses. “um, her name—“ he scratches the back of his head, racking his head. “um, her name is, uh.”

you can’t help but laugh as max’s mouth opens and closes like a fish outside of water. “don’t tell me you forgot your cat’s name?!”

“oh, kayla!” max states rather abruptly, avoiding eye contact with you. “her name is kayla.”

you smile at max, saying, “good job” (to which he blushes), then shift your attention to the cat. “hi kayla!”

except, the cat doesn’t react.

“uh, kayla?” you try again, head cocking at the animal who merely inspects her claws rather pompously.

max laughs nervously. “yeah, cats are just like that.” he rakes a hand through his hair. “don’t worry, y/n, it’s not you.”

suddenly, the cat looks up at max, stepping towards him, stretching its long back along the way.

you frown, gears churning in your head as you try to understand why the cat responded to him instead of you.

an idea pops into your head, an unlikely one, but nevertheless you try it.

“y/n,” you say aloud.

and, with your mouth gaped open, similar to max’s earlier state, you watch as the orange cat escapes max’s frantic pets and goes to rub its head against your ankle.

“max,” you murmur in disbelief while petting the cat, “you have some explaining to do.”

while the cat purrs, max audibly gulps. “um, yeah, it just kind of, um, happened by chance you know.”

he wrung his hands together, and you held in your laughs. you’ve never actually seen your friend this nervous before, but he was so adorable you just couldn’t help yourself but let him ramble.

“—you know, if it makes you feel better i adopted her after—shit—i mean i adopted her before i met you, so uh, technically you’re the one who stole her name—“

you nod your head, slowly inching towards max as his face just gets redder.

“what else, max?” you murmur into his ear, letting your head rest on top of his muscular shoulder. “anything else i should know?”

“yes!” he lets out, scaring the poor orange cat away. “i like you and i named a fucking cat after you because sometimes i miss you and i know it’s pathetic but i can’t help it so please forgi—“

but before max could continue, you slid to face him on the floor and placed a finger on his quivering lips. “baby, i like you too.”

you smile at his shocked reaction, dropping your finger and kissing his cheek gently. “that’s all you had to say.”

extra: max looking like a snack cat =^_^=

[crazy-only]

top!george spoiling you (among other things) in the gucci store !

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pairing: top!george x fem!reader

idea: george gets turned on after seeing you in a dress and poor baby can’t hold back his feelings for you anymore!

creds: super cute dividers thanks to @cafekitsune !! go support ‘em !

preface: omfg think i’ve been sleeping on this george russell guy?! he’s so fine omg? especially in these gifs AHHHH with those big ass hands omfg i need to stop—

also, for the followers wondering: yes i’ve been posting a lot, it’s purely because i’m stressed out (life sucks) and need an outlet. hopefully you guys enjoy the spam smut either way, though!

“pfft, yeah, i’m sure charles would like that,” george said his usual sassiness, arms crossed, as he judged the red dress you were wearing. “that one i’m not paying for.”

“well what if i want to impress charles, hm?” you suggested, walking back into the changing room. “ever thought about that possibility?”

you could hear george sigh rather loudly as you changed into a more slutty, blue dress. your face heated up, thinking of exposing that much skin to your friend, but you brushed the thought aside. it was just a shopping trip (that he was kindly funding).

nothing would happen.

“i swear to god that man’s so overrated. literally i can beat him in a race at monaco if i had the cha—“

you step out of the room, waddling in the tight yet thin dress, trying to raise the front part so you wouldn’t accidentally flash george.

“fuckin’ hell.”

you give a twirl and try to gauge your friend’s reaction, but his face seemed rather frozen, mouth gaping open a bit.

“ugh, george! i told you that if you ever got bored you could tell me! it’s so obvious, let’s get out of here,” you say embarrassed, moving towards the dressing room.

“actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

you heard steps following you and then felt a hand grabbing your shoulder. you turned around only to find george’s tall figure bending down to kiss you on the lips.

you yelp in the kiss, losing balance, but george holds you tighter, hands reaching around your waist.

he breaks away, eyes a bit dark, and says, “couldn’t help it. sorry.”

your eyes are wide, a bit shocked but not appalled. “g-george?”

“hm?” he questioned seductively, eyes darting between your own pair and your lips, “not as good as charles?”

you wack his shoulder with a weak hand. “do you know i’ve never even talked to him?”

george cocked his head. “but hamilton said—“ yet george stops himself, quickly dropping his head into the crook of your neck, flustered.

“george russell, have you been asking about me?” you laugh, feeling his warm breaths fan on your neck, giving you goosebumps.

“whatever. it’s in the open,” george says shortly, picking you up and throwing you onto his shoulder, your ass in the air. you shriek at the sudden movement.

“so, know that you know,” he says as he places you onto the bench in the changing room, “can i touch you?”

your eyes are saucers at this point, and you quickly feel something get wet down there.

“please?” you squeak out.

unable to hold back any longer george kisses your lower thighs, eyes shuttering closed at the feeling of your soft skin. he’s daydreamt about this moment, and those fake scenarios couldn’t even equate to the feeling of bliss overriding his senses right now.

you let out quiet little hums and moans, careful not to expose yourself and george to the gucci staff.

“so fucking hot,” he murmurs, licking a long stripe up your right thigh, his nose prodding your dress upwards.

“th-thanks,” you whisper, unsure of what to say as george works his magic on your lower half.

he laughs against your pussy, making your eyes shut at the foreign yet delicious feeling. “anytime, baby.”

he quickly rips your gucci panties and places them into his back pocket, but you snap out of your trance.

you say a bit nervous, “w-wait, george those were the expensive ones that you bought for me last week! they were like 250–“

“and i’ve been waiting for the time when i could rip them off,” he murmurs, nudging and teasing your flaps with his nose.

your hand goes to his fluffy hair in support, small moans and lewd sounds raising in your throat uncontrollably.

still not over the expensive lingerie he tore, you manage out: “but, george! are you sure you don’t mind? they were super expensive.”

he sighs, yet continues to tease your pussy with licks as he says, “woman, i’d literally buy the whole gucci store for you if you wanted me to.” he rubs your clit with a finger, successfully raising the volume of your moans. “so stop asking about the fucking lingerie and let me taste this pussy.”

your pussy soaks at his eagerness to taste you, your hips raising a bit in hopes of getting his mouth again. “s-sorry.”

george says nothing, watching you with the sexiest eyes possible as he goes down to tongue-fuck your pussy. he stills your shaking legs with those big hands, veins protruding, all in the while of maintaining eye contact with you.

“mmmm, georgeeee,” you whimper, head falling back at the insane drug in which he was.

but he stopped, and you look back down at him with a pout.

“eyes on me.” he licks your thigh, making you shake. he watches your cute face and all the reactions that make that bulge in his pants just that much more uncomfortable. “need you to see how much i love you, baby.”

you moan at his confession. it was insane the hold those simple three words had on you.

“i love you—love youuu too!” you get out, staring at his tongue going in and out of your hole.

you feel your high come but try to control your movements, eyebrows scrunching in the process.

george takes notice and starts rocking your hips with his hands, murmuring, “let it all out, baby.”

so you follow his instructions, because maybe it was the long fingers he just entered into your spasming pussy, or his big aqua eyes—but your self-control snapped.

rolling your hips and tugging onto george’s hair you cum, liquids gushing all over george’s face. “mmm, fuck, george!”

“so goddamn sexy,” the man below you murmurs, licking all the stickiness off of you like it was his job. “fuck, baby, you should see how hot you are like this, splayed out for me.”

you blush, closing your thighs as george went to lick the cum off his fingers. “george.”

he looks up, pupils so large the blueness of his eyes almost disappeared. “yes, ma’am?”

“need to make you feel good, too,” you whisper shyly, dropping down to sit on his lap, the bulge in his pants only growing bigger.

you can guess what happened next. (^ω~)

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lando teaching you how to race go-karts! (fluff)

pairing: lando x fem!reader

idea: lando introducing you to karting, total fluff!

preface: holy cow he looked so hot in this fucking video with that racing suit falling at his hips you can’t convince me otherwise! honestly wish this scenario would happen to me in real life (¬‿¬) hope you like it!

“okay, y/n, remember what i told you? always break on the turns, no accelerating on the bumpy parts—“

“always keep both hands on the steering wheel—i know. you’ve only like told me 300 times,” you say, jumping into the small vehicle, your body above the ground by a mere few inches.

lando plays with a strand of your hair before you put on the helmet one of his assistants handed you. “baby, i just want you to be safe.”

you nodded, a bit inpatient as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

so this was why he raced. you hadn’t even touched the gas pedal yet and you felt like you were dancing with death. the feeling was absolutley addicting.

lando stepped away after powering on your cart, arms crossed in stress as if he were the one racing.

he counted down on the headset that shared audio with yours. once he reached one, you stepped on the gas and was off!

you followed lando’s instructions, trying to drive smooth on the turns and going fast on the straightaways. and in your head you replayed the moments in which he had raced on this same track, trying to replicate his path to the best of your abilities.

“there we go, good job. yes, y/n!” lando praised through the intercoms, only making you drive faster. “woah, baby you might steal my job.”

you laughed while driving especially fast around a corner. “i might have to become the breadwinner in that case, then.”

lando scoffed, his disbelief echoing through to your earpiece. “you know i’ll always take care of you, y/n,” he murmured low enough so his assistant didn’t hear.

at that point you couldn’t tell if the heat in your veins was from the racing or from lando’s words, but it didn’t matter! you were having the time of your life on the track and after one lap, you were still going strong.

“there we go, a little slower on turn three but that’s alright,” lando said, watching you carefully. “oh! make sure to step on it for that bit—yes, just like that.

“good girl.”

at those words you almost spun out, hands glitching on the steering wheel for a moment at the sudden nickname before gaining control again.

now your body was really on fire.

“oh, somebody’s suddenly quiet,” lando said with an audible smile on his face.

“fuck you,” you grunted, wondering if that nickname was in your imagination or if he really called you that.

“should i say it again?” he asked in a low voice. “goooo—“

you were now driving manically, trying to ignore the sexy voice in your ear that was distracting you and your pussy from the task at hand.

“shut up!”

“hm, might have to say bad girl on that corner. a bit rough, no, baby?”

your face was hot under the helmet, cheeks feeling like volcanos as lando messed with you.

“y’know, for all of that worrying earlier, it’s surprising how much you love to tease me. what if i crash, hm?”

lando sighed. “if i don’t tease you, you might just beat my lap time,” he joked, trying to hide his laughs.

“fuck. you!” you grunted out, finishing your last lap and driving fast towards lando to make it seem like you were going to crash into him.

except he only cocked his head in curiosity as you quickly braked at his feet, not fazed in the slightest.

you stepped out of the cart, ignoring lando’s floating hand in an attempt to help you up, and walked away from him, heading towards the break room. you angrily take off the heavy helmet.

“hey, baby! wait up.” lando grabbed your hand. “hey, i was just joking. sorry, baby, m’sorry,” he murmurs, holding your cheek in a large hand, the other resting on your hip as he searches your eyes.

“make it up to you?”

you roll your eyes and, suddenly feeling shy, look at the ground. you let it out, whisper-shouting as his manager was only a few paces away: “it’s just now i’m really turned on! how do you expect me to race for another round if i can’t stop thinkin—“

you didn’t get to finish as lando crushed his soft lips on yours, hands going around your waist to hold you tight.

“could’a just told me you were horny, baby.” he smiled as he rested his forehead on yours, staring at your lips. “no big deal.”

you pouted, body freezing in shame and heat that resided in your core. “fu-fuck you!”

he smirked, moving to whisper into your ear, “be a good girl and i might let you.”

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making subby!lando happy after losing a race !

assignments: subby!lando x fem!reader

idea: thinking about subby!lando after losing a race, sad but trying to not take his anger out on you. you decide to take matters into your own hands, hoping to raise his mood.

preface: omg dreamt about lando and now im so f!cking happy (and horny). haha if only he was mine ~_~

“baby, you can be sad,” you say, a bit worried. “you tried your best and that’s all that matters.”

lando just grumbles something about his reflexes, but you can’t bear to see him like this, so you sit on his lap.

“y-y/n?”

you only kiss his neck, soft and lovely in the places you know that drive him crazy. you smile against his skin as he lets out groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“tell me what you’re thinking about,” you murmur, going to lick the sensitive part under his ear.

“just how i could’ve been third if i didn’t let that looser, stroll, overtake me.” lando was whining a bit, but you found it cute and only motivated you to drive him even more crazy.

“and what do you need to feel better, baby?”

he raises his head, looking you in the eyes, then smashes his lips on yours. you tangle your fingers in his soft curly hair, moaning as he dominates your mouth with that devilish tongue of his.

lando’s big hands rest on your hips. you start grinding against the bulge you can feel through his pants, making lando whine in the kiss.

a bit inpatient, lando starts moving your hips harder against his erection, his kisses getting harder and more desperate.

after a few minutes you break away, the both of you panting messes.

“mm, y/n, why?” lando murmurs, his cheeks reddening. “did i do something wrong?”

lando’s eyes sadden a bit, but you tie your hair up, having different plans. you move down from your place on his lap and go to kneel in front of him. lando, with wide eyes, stayed still in his position on the couch as you unbuckled his belt, leaving kisses on his happy trail.

you smiled, tugging down his jeans and boxers to reveal his big cock eager, red tip angry.

in a teasing mood, you simply leave kitten licks around the base of his large dick, laughing as it twitched.

“y/nn,” lando choked out, his brows furrowed. “p-please!”

“be a good boy and use your words, lando,” you murmured, leaving gentle kisses on his muscular thighs.

his thighs almost closed around your head at the mention of “good boy,” making you laugh. your panties got a bit wet at his submissive state, but that was a secret.

lando gently wove his hands through your hair, so soft you barely realized they were there. “need-need your mouth—mm, fuck!—need it on my dick!”

you smirked up at him and suddenly deep throated his dick, making his hips jerk.

“fuck, y/n!”

hands pumping the parts your mouth couldn’t reach, you sucked lando’s dick slow enough to produce whines from him.

“pl-please. faster!”

feeling nice today, you satisfied his ask, pumping his dick hard enough to make your throat gag. the lewd noises were so loud and only made lando more eager as his hips followed the rhythm of your bobbing head.

“shiii—just like that. ugh! fuck y/n!”

he started pounding his dick deep into your throat, tears falling from your eyes, obviously nearing his high.

“so fucking good for me,” lando mutters, staring down at your teary eyes and drool that fell down your jaw.

you hum at the praise, twirling your tongue around his dick. looking at him from under your lashes, you massage his balls, and lando immediately unravels, his hips jolting uncontrollably.

“fuck!” lando forces your head down his cock and cums in your mouth, eyes connected with yours. “so fucking hot, baby.”

you swallow his warm seed, collecting any excess on your lips and licking it off.

“how was that, baby? feel any better?” you asked, leaning your head on his thigh.

but lando, eyes blissful, came down to the floor and hugged you, muttering into the crook of your neck, “be with me forever, y/n?”

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threesome with lando and oscar !

assignments: dom!lando x fem!reader x dom!oscar

preface: ugh how are these men are so fine?! like i need them in my room asap so i can get over this obsession. hope y’all enjoy (>‿◠)

how did you manage to get in bed with both of the mclaren drivers? oscar and lando!

the boys had never participated in a threesome before (nor hooked up with each other for that matter) but that didn’t seem to hinder them. they were far more comfortable than you, kissing your neck and what not.

it was after they finished their f1 season and had a bit of free time to themselves. you jokingly said they deserved for their dicks to be sucked off, but they took it literally.

you squeal as oscar pushes you down to the bouncy queen bed, lando just watching with an excited smile.

“fuck,” oscar murmured, running a hand over his face. “lando—rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to fuck the slut first?”

your thighs unintentionally squeeze together at the mere thought of one of them fucking your pussy raw, and lando took notice.

“hmm,” he said in a low, sexy voice, “seems like our little whore is excited.” he reached into the crevice of your thighs and massaged them, watching as your face got red.

“hey. focus on the task at hand, dumbass.” oscar tried to play rock, paper, scissors again, his hands desperately doing the game’s moves, but lando just continued his seductive motions on your thighs, causing you to let out high-pitched hums.

“fucking hell,” oscar muttered, his eyelids shuttering. “she’s so cute, lando. fuck.”

“the name is y/n, in case you were wondering,” you muttered to yourself, a bit pissed that your friends were talking about you in front of you.

lando chuckled. “still a brat even with my hand taking you to heaven, hm?” he palms your pussy, making your head fall forward into the crook of his neck. “let’s see how long you can keep that act up, baby.”

“i think she’d like my hands more,” oscar states with a shrug, still able to be sarcastic even though his pupils were blown-out. “but that’s just my opinion.”

lando sighed rather loudly. “well then fucking touch the girl instead of staring at her like a perv?”

you laughed at the funny situation. “and i thought this threesome was going to be sexy!”

but your remark seemed to trigger something in oscar, because soon he was on top of you, a single hand pinning the both of yours above your head.

“o-oscar?”

lando sat above your head where the pillows were located and took your hands into his care while oscar was free to pleasure your body. he unbuttoned and discarded your shirt, leaving you in a lacy bra.

“were you preparing for this, hm?” oscar asks with a finger pulling on the bra’s right strap. “or are you seeing someone else?” his eyes darkened.

“n-no! i’m not seeing anyone! i just—i just wear those to feel pretty sometimes,” you say, muttering the last part under your breath. “why do you care anyways?”

“because you’re our fucking slut from now on, y/n. isn’t that right lando?” he looked up to lando raking fingers through your hair, mesmerized by the feeling. after all, he’d been wanting to do exactly that for a while now.

lando merely nodded, lost in a trance as his fingers went to trace the curves of your face.

“you don’t own me!” you look away towards the bare wall to your right, fighting the demons in your head that told you to literally beg for his dick.

oscar scoffed, his eyebrows raised in doubt. “whatever you say, y/n. should we test that theory out?” without giving you a chance to respond he tugs down your shorts and panties in one go, exposing your embarrassingly wet pussy.

“shit, so wet for us already? fuck, y/n.” oscar kneels down on the bed, kissing your stomach and biting it as well.

meanwhile lando moves his fingers down into your mouth, you immediately sucking them, making him groan. lando retrieves his digits and leans down to make out with you upside down. he grasps your tits, twisting your nipples so hard you moan into his kisses.

and, without warning, oscar kisses your pussy, making your hips jolt. he laughs against your wet folds. “still don’t own you, hm? when we make you feel this dirty like the slut you are? don’t think so.”

you can only clench around air as lando continues making out with you sensually, his tongue dominating your mouth. he swallows all your moans and sounds, biting your bottom lip every one in a while.

you float on all of the pleasure the two men give you for a while before oscar slides a finger inside your hole. your eyes shutter closed as he starts pumping them in and out, his tongue licking the excess juice sliding down your thighs.

“fuuckk, oscyyy,” you moan.

lando moves to suck on your tits, watching your face contort with pleasure at the heavenly feeling of the two pairs of hands on your body.

you’d never felt anything this good before.

“mm s’close,” you moan, grabbing oscar’s hair with your right hand and lando’s hair with your other.

oscar pumps into your core quicker, leaving no room for rest.

“cum for me, slut. you think i don’t see you staring at my hands like you want them wrapped around your pretty little throat? fucking whore, too shy to speak now, hm?”

your pussy tightens at the degrading names, and oscar smirks at the feeling. “knew you liked it dirty.”

“mmm, fuckkkk,” you whine, tugging on their hair as you cum, fluids squirting onto oscar’s arm. you pant, seeing stars (or maybe those were just lando’s beautiful eyes) as you come down from your high.

you wriggle from the boys’ grips on you, their hands fondling your sensitive areas, and sit up on the bed. “my turn now.”

hey! hope you liked it <3 lmk if i should make pt. 2?

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❤︎ sweet!top!max touching you for the first time. ❤︎

assignments: sweet!top!max x fem!reader

preface: omg this man is so goddamn fine you will definitely see more imagines and smut regarding him in the future!

“wait! agh, that tickles!” you shout as max chases you around his hotel room, eager to tickle your over sensitive neck again.

max only laughs, finally cornering you against the crook of two walls. “whatcha going to do now? hm?”

you can’t help but automatically squeeze your thighs at his sexy voice. it felt so wrong getting turned on by your friend’s remark but who wouldn’t?!

you pretend like you aren’t soaking and say, “fuck you.”

max notices the subtle signs, and sighs, leaning against the wall with a hand. “if you want it, you’re going to have to ask a little nicer, sweetheart.”

your eyes widen and you try to escape the cage of his broad arms, though he quickly shuts down your attempt with a single arm around your waist. you flail and kick in the air as max only laughs, whispering into your ear, “why are you so cute?”

“let. me. go!”

“before i do, let me ask you a question.” max smiled and asked into your ear, “do you like me?”

you shrunk in his arm and, defeated, mumbled, “you looser.”

he sat you down on the couch, crouching down so he was on his knees in front of you. “i’ve never heard a confession like yours,” he pat your head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “but you’re cute, so i’ll give you a pass.”

you mumbled something under your breath and max only rested his elbows on your thighs. “y/n.” he grabbed your face and forced you to meet his eyes. “i like you too.”

your cheeks became even redder, suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself. you twirled your fingers, anxious. “you’re so cheesy.”

“is this the treatment i deserve after winning the monaco grand prix for you?” he ruffled your hair like you were a child but you finally cracked.

without thinking too much, you grabbed your friend by the collar and crushed your lips onto his. you didn’t really have much experience but you didn’t care. you just wanted max so bad.

he chuckled in the kiss, letting you taste his lips as he tugged your hips to close the distance, making you squeal cutely.

“m-max.”

he hummed in response, moving his lips to your neck and left soft kisses, making you whine.

“mmaxxx.”

“yes, princess?”

“can i be—fuckkk—can i be your, uh, girlfriend?” you squeezed out between moans and whines.

max leaned back, peering into your dazed eyes. “thought you’d never ask.” he pressed a kiss into your lips. “but yes, my answer is yes.”

you roll your eyes, ruffling his hair. “so cocky.”

“hm? what? you wanted to see my cock?” max joked, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

you squeeled as your boyfriend dropped himself on top of you, supporting himself with his forearms so you weren’t crushed by his muscle.

“ok.”

max’s eyes widened. “what?”

“i want to see it,” you mumbled, eyes down at his shirt, “i want to see your dick.”

max was taken aback, saying, “who knew my baby was this horny?”

you punched his chest, finally looking into his dark eyes. “are you scared?”

his pupils were blown-out at this point. he only shook his head, saying, “i think you’re going to be the scared one.”

you pursed your lips, a bit embarrassed. “if you don’t want to it’s okay. i guess it’s a bit earl—“

max didn’t let you finish, instead kissing you on the lips, then moving down to brush his lips on your collarbones, slowly going to remove your shirt. “is this okay, baby?”

you nodded. “please.”

leaving you shirtless in your bra, max gasped, immediately burying himself in your tits. “mm, feels s’good.”

“simp.”

“says the one with the rapid heartbeats.”

you only shoved his head lower.

he followed your hints, moving to kiss your thighs, scrunching your skirt at the hips. “so needy for me, hm?”

“shut up,” you moaned as max hit all the right spots on your sensitive skin, making his way to your pussy.

“hmm.” max paused, looking up at you with playful eyes. “i don’t think my baby will get what she wants with those rude words.”

your eyes widened. a bit delirious from his kisses you say, “wait—no! shit, sorry please please max.”

he continued to kiss your thighs, rubbing circles onto your hips with his hands. “please what, y/n?”

“need you. need you to touch me down there.”

and not able to wait anymore, max groaned and licked a long stripe up your clothed pussy, making you moan. “tastes so good, mmmm.”

your thighs automatically close around his head making max chuckle. he holds your legs apart with his strong arms and goes to town on your pussy, licking the fabric and making you feel so good with that nose of his.

“mmm, maaxxx.”

he hums, making vibrations against your sensitive area. he grabs your awkward hands and places them onto his hair, giving you something to hold on to.

and after a few minutes of teasing max rips your panties, taking in the view of your pussy.

“shit, so fucking wet for me.”

you become embarrassed, looking away at the wall.

“hey, baby. eyes down here,” max says in between kitten licks, the feeling going straight to your core. “need you to see how wet i make this pussy get.”

you moan as he sends his tongue through your hole, your legs jerking uncontrollably at the foreign yet amazing feeling. he likes what effect his long tongue has on you so he continues to fuck you with it, holding your jolting hips down.

you moan and whine, pressing his head down so you can grind against his face.

max looks up, trying to memorize the erotic scene of you losing control and giving into your desires. “fuck, baby. so fucking hot, shit.” max could feel his pants getting tighter.

“mmore.” you tug on his hair, causing for him to groan. “pleaseeee.”

your boyfriend groans, literally having to unzip his jeans at his insane erection you caused him to have.

“fuck, princess. y’sure?”

“please please please, daddyyyy,” you beg, trying to drag him up by his strong biceps so you can get closer to his dick.

his eyes widen and he tugs off his shirt in one movement, stepping out of his jeans in record time.

he needs to hear that nickname from your mouth again or he’ll think he had imagined it.

“again, baby. tell daddy what you want.”

you whined, tracing his abs as he towered over your comparably small frame. “dadddyyy, pleaseee. need you inside me!”

you dragged his hand down to your pussy and started grinding on it in hopes of getting some friction.

max, a deer in headlights at your sudden action, snapped out of it and took off his boxers, letting his dick spring out.

your eyes widened.

“fuck.”

maybe you should be scared. because holy crap was he going to fit?

“what my princess wants, she gets.”

you go down to brush your fingertips on his dick and he shivers, shutting his eyes at the surprise contact. “mm, fuck, y/n. n-no warning?”

you smirk and run a finger up a prominent vein, seeing his breathing increase.

“fuckin’ tease,” he murmurs, licking up the column of your neck, causing your legs to shiver.

you wrap your legs around his hips—holy shit his body’s so defined!—and pout.

“please!”

with a grin and raised eyebrows, max rubs his dick against your entrance, watching as your eyes flutter closed.

and, without waiting, he forces his dick down your hole, moaning at the tight grip you have on him. you yelp.

“s-so tight.”

you can only whine in response, back arching at the beautiful feeling of his girthy dick inside of you. max soon starts giving you soft strokes, making sure your pussy can handle his size.

“meant for me. pussy’s meant for me and me only,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping your earlobe as he begins to fuck you a bit stronger but still sensual.

“yes, you! you only, daddy,” you pant out, gripping his strong shoulders for support, nails digging into his skin.

and like dogs in heat, max and you start going faster, skin slapping loud enough for your neighbors to hear. you try and meet every thrust of his, but you know there’s no need because he’s just so strong and can fuck you perfectly himself.

“mm—should’a done this sooner. fuck.”

you whine in agreement as max’s fingers goes down to run against your clit. you tug his head down and kiss him hard, letting his tongue dominate your mouth.

“maxxxx, feels s’good.”

he grunts, fucking you harder and making you moan even louder. “i know baby. need you with my kids.”

you bite his bottom lip. “and. who gave. you permis—sion,” you say in between pants.

he laughs. “say that again and see where it gets you.”

you moan and clench around his dick. max curses.

“fuck, baby. such a slut getting tight at my dirty words, hm? fucking whore.”

tears are falling down your eyes at the sheer pleasure this man is giving you, never failing to hit your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. his dirty words just make everything even more pleasurable.

“g-gonna cum!” you shout.

max pounds into you harder, the hardest you’ve ever felt before.

“yes! yesss! just like that daddy, fuck!”

“fucking cum for me, girl,” he grunts out, sucking on your nipples.

you feel your release come sweetly as max continues to thrust into you, relentlessly, until your tight hole makes him cum as well. both of you guys are moaning messes as you forget what your names were.

you could’ve sworn you saw pink hearts as max, balls deep into you, mutters, “shit y/n. going to keep you forever.”

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nsfw alphabet oscar piastri edition !

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sweet baby is probably making sure you came, getting in between your legs and licking you clean like the tease he is before cleaning you up properly with a towel and getting you your favorite drink. he jokes around a lot but does not play when it comes to caring for you.

b = body part (favorite body part on themselves, as well as their partner’s)

oscar is OBSESSED with your fucking tits. oh my god you cannot convince me otherwise. every time he sees your rack on display in a low-cut shirt (regardless of your size) he gets turned on. it’s gotten to the point where he has to take a “bathroom break” during family dinners because he just can’t believe you’re his.

once you guys got more comfortable during sex, he got you to ride his face, and oh my god oscar was so happy in that moment. after that, he made sure at least weekly you were nearly suffocating him with your sweet pussy, so, long story short, he likes his nose because you also like it! ≥︺‿︺≤

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

baby cums so much you get worried you might get knocked up sometimes (even though you’re on the pill). if you haven’t cum yet, his stringy ropes will definitely hit all the right spots, leaving you in a moaning mess.

sometimes he cums on your belly and licks it off you when you’re insecure that day, just to show you how much he worships your body.

oscar also loves making you taste your own cum after fingering you slowly for an hour. you just taste so good! he can’t help it. (>‿◠)

d = dirty secret (dirty secret of theirs!)

oscar secretly wants to fuck you while you’re tied up. he seems like the type to joke around and make sarcastic remarks during sex, but deep down he’s fucking sadistic. he wants to see how helpless you can get under his hands.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

yes. just yes.

haha just kidding. i actually don’t think he’s that experienced, just because of the fact he’s probably been focused on racing his whole life and never really had a chance to hook up with people. naturally, his body count is low.

that being said, though, he’s not scared at all to try new things with you. oscar has no shame when it comes to making you guys feel good—so don’t worry about experience!

f = favorite position (cowgirl, missionary, etc.)

oscar loves fucking you face to face, with your hands held above your head in his left hand and his other hand fondling your tits. he’s big on seeing your reactions, and making you face him while yours contorts with pleasure and pain.

g = goofy (are they serious or more humorous in the moment?)

oscar’s actually pretty scary when it comes to freaky time. you love to tease him just to be a brat, but when your man finally snaps, oscar can’t help it but show you who’s in control. he loves a good laugh, and sometimes when you guys are having soft sex, it’s not rare to hear giggling, but in all other occasions, your man is taming you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

this man could care less about the hair situation down there. he shaves and whatnot so it’s never uncomfortable for him while racing, but he knows you like it when there’s a happy trail for you to get entranced in. he also loves forcing you down his cock so your nose is surrounded by his pubes. it makes him so much harder.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

oh my god this man literally asked you to be his girlfriend with a whole garden of candles and roses. he plays it off like these romantic moments are just to get you flustered, but he truly does enjoy making a good cute memory with you and learning more about you.

j = jack off (masturbation head canon)

oscar doesn’t have much time for getting himself off. (◞‸◟) regardless of his horniness level, most nights, he just falls right to sleep. when he does have a spare minute, though, he jacks off to videos of you moaning his name. he imagines it were your fingers wrapped around himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

like mentioned previously, oscar loves to tie your ass up, making you whimper and cum several times over before he even thinks about himself.

other than rigging, oscar loves some good food play, like eating whipped cream or something sweet from your tits until you beg for his dick.

l = location (favorite place to have sex!)

he is utterly addicted to fucking you in the car. he loves it when you think you’re the boss and drive him around town. even after you scraped another car trying to park (totally the other car’s fault), he still ate you out, reassuring you that he can afford to fix a little mistake like yours.

extra points if he gets you to suck his dick while he drives. he saw you cum in your panties one time just from sucking him off, and he found it really hot, but he knows you’d be so embarrassed if he ever found out, so he never said anything about it.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

absolutely anything to do with your tits turns him on. if you’re in the pool or it’s cold and your nipples become prominent—boom! he’s bricked up. if you spill something on your shirt and you try to clean it up with a napkin—you guessed it! man’s bricked up!

he also fucking loves it when you’re a brat, even though it seems otherwise. when you stick your tongue out at him, all he can think about is that tongue getting forced down your throat by his dick. it’s obvious because his cheeks turn red.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn off’s)

oscar doesn’t fuck with blood play or any cutting of the skin for that matter. it’s inconvenient as he trains daily and can’t afford injuries.

he also doesn’t really enjoy being dommed for a whole week. he’s got to have at least 60% control in the bedroom for him to be happy.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

oscar loves driving you insane with his tongue on your pussy, eating you out how he knows you like it, but he honestly loves it more when you suck him off. it’s just a power thing, and you don’t complain because it also turns you on. ( ^ω^)

he doesn’t mind how good or bad you are at blowjobs. as long as you’re putting in the effort, this man is bound to cum.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oscar leans more on the slow side just because he wants to torture you and show you who’s in control. every now and then when you’ve proven your worth he’ll go fast and rough the way you like it, because, at the end of the day, he’s whipped for you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh my god i just know oscar has a quickie before every race to calm his nerves down. if he doesn’t listen to music beforehand he has to chill out in some other way, no? usually he prefers you sucking his dick off in the family bathroom before hopping in the f1 car, but when he doesn’t have you, he makes due with his hands ＞﹏＜ (though he swears he preforms better after a blowjob from you).

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

your man loves risking being caught while fucking you because he simply doesn’t give a fuck. he personally thinks the chance of getting caught makes the whole situation hotter, and loves covering your moans with wet kisses.

to experiment with non-vanilla type sex, he’s more than happy to do so. he really doesn’t mind trying new things, because baby knows what to fall back on if you’re not getting the pleasure you deserve. (>‿◠)

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oscar can go for as long as you need. when he has the time, he loves to overstimulate you until you’re near passing out. all of the training he’s done is more than enough to fuck you hard like you want it!

t = toys (do they own toys and use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

due to his busy schedule, baby has a toy that he knows will get him off quick and take away the horniness for at least a few hours. for himself, he’s never really adventured into the world of sex toys, preferring his hands or basic toy.

when he met you, though, he started purchasing all sorts of gadgets just to drive you crazy. his favorite one to use on you is the vibrator with a suction cup that attaches to the ground. he makes you ride it and cum all over it, stroking himself at the erotic scene before fucking you hard with his own dick, making you say that his is better.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

like mentioned previously, oscar teases you endlessly, mainly just to show you who’s the boss. you’re just so cute under his lengthy fingers; who wouldn’t tease you a bit?

v = volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.)

oh god oscar lets it all out when he’s fucking your pussy. after a day of dealing with the press and holding in all of the rude comebacks he could’ve made to the reporters, oscar needs to let off his steam vocally. he groans and tells you dirty things, calling you his slut, not bothering to keep his volume down for the neighboring hotel rooms. frankly, he finds it a bit funny for them to have to hear all of his sounds.

bonus points if he can make you scream cutely as well! ≧ω≦

w = wild card (a random head canon for the person)

“mmph, fuckkk oscarrrr, feels sooo goood,” you moan with your eyes closed, focused on riding his nose while his tongue did magic to your clit. oscar just hummed in response, the vibrations going right to your core. at first you were a bit worried in case you happened to suffocate your man, but thankfully, the worry dissipated and you were riding your high, oscar with his hands on your thighs. “so fucking hot,” he’d grumble from under you, making you ride his face even faster. when you were close, oscar made sure to tug you down so he could fuck you good with his tongue, lewd noises echoing in the room.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on beneath the clothes)

wow your mans is packing. oscar acts chill but that’s because he’s able to be so confident with his figure! there’s no reason to be insecure because baby is packing, and he knows it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his is quite average, or if anything, below average. he’s learned how to resist his urges when training, and for that reason, only really gets hot and bothered when he sees you! ~>_<~ as long as you’re nearby, all he can think about is that pretty body of yours!

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

oscar falls asleep rather quickly because he knows he’ll be able to have you all to himself the day after. he knows you’re loyal to him and you’ll also want to spend some quality time with him. you’re his safe space, so naturally, he falls asleep around you! *^_^*

notes:

omg i wrote a whole fxcking report on this man’s sex habits holy sh!t. i wish i could write essays like how i write smut. =_=

but yes, hope you enjoyed reading! <3 who should i do next?

[crazy-only]

how would top!lando treat his girlfriend after winning a race?

top!lando would be searching for you in the crowd, smile rising as your cheeks blush from the extended eye contact.

you would cheer him on, oblivious to his insane desire for you. top!lando was extremely grateful for your support throughout these past months and he wanted to let you know tonight.

“shh, you have to be more quiet than that baby,” top!lando would say with a soft chuckle, fingers prodding into your entrance.

“but, mmm, oscar might hear—“ but top!lando wouldn’t let you finish your sentence, instead forcing your chest against the wall, leaving sensual kisses in the crook of your neck.

“let him. he stares at you too much anyways,” top!lando growls, adding a thumb to your clit for extra stimulation as if you didn’t already have enough.

“let him know this pussy is mine,” top!lando would mutter into your ear, grinding against your ass as you and your incredibly wet pussy made the lewdest sounds possible.

top!lando knew his duality turned you on, so he always told you the dirtiest things during sex.

the first time you guys had sex, top!lando was surprised at how tight you crushed his dick after he said, “such a fucking slut.”

top!lando knew from there that you guys could never go back, constantly whispering you the dirtiest lines (even at dinner with his boss) just to see you blush.

and when top!lando could tell you were close, he’d make you scream, pounding extra fingers into your tortured hole so he could hear your pretty sounds echo in the room.

once top!lando knew you were pleasured-out, he made sure you were happy, bringing food if you were hungry or removing your makeup for you.

top!lando was sweet on dates, but a monster in the sheets.