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[dreamauri]

i need more sub lando, i’m BEGGING

♪ — 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 sub! lando norris x dom! girlfriend! reader (fluff+smut) “. . . only way to fix bad behaviour is to teach a lesson.”

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"It's now, officially 9:30 pm." You turned your lock screen to the camera so they could see the digital watch. "I have to go feed the man hogging my bed." You rolled back in your chair to stand up.

"It's not hogging it if you're not using it." Lando argued, rolling on his back, watching you adjust your pants and brush your hoodie ( his, it's his hoodie you little thief ) into shape.

He hugged a pillow, watching you stick your tongue out at him as you walked out the room to the kitchen. Lando rolled back on his stomach, waving hi to the stream.

He looked at the door for a few minutes before getting up and sitting where you would. He bit his lips in excitement as he rocked closer to the monitors. "You guys wanna see pictures I have of Y/N?"

You walked back in the room only to find Lando sitting criss-cross, explaining stories from your shared adventures. You stood behind him, quietly eating through the nuggets and fries you were able to get together.

"And this one is from whe— excuse me." Lando was holding the photo for the camera, only to hide it when he noticed your presence. His eyes lit up seeing the plate of fried goods in your hands. The brit quickly opened his mouth, expecting you to feed him like you usually did.

He leaned forward to take a bite only for you to pull the nugget at the last second. Lando frowned up at you, while you chewed and checked on the speed chat. "I spoil you to much." You chuckling quietly.

"Give me one!"

"Say the magic word."

"Y/N, I'm not four! I'm a grown man. Give me one." He whined.

You pulled your plate out of his reach when he tried to steal. Moving back only for him to turn and reach, ultimately falling back with the chair. You watched as Lando laid on the floor, accepting the embarrassing moment forever on the internet. "Just give me one, Y/N . . . please?"

He bit your fingers ( on purpose ) when you fed him. "Payback." He wigged his eyebrows to the camera as you sat on his lap to continue the stream. He sat quietly for the next half hour resting his chin on your shoulder, sneaking kisses on your jaw, cheek or neck.

Only when the clock struck 10:30 did Lando started to get more need and clingy. You had to end the stream because he wanted to take a shower but didn't want to let go of you.

He watched you in the bathroom mirror as you undressed, gently nuzzling in your neck from behind.

"Lan, hun."

"Hmm?"

"You have to take off your pants. Don't shower with them on."

"Mmmm . . . you take them off."

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning around his arms and unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants. "Baby. I'm in love with a baby." You teased-scolded, striping him naked. Lando only, tilted you chin up for a kiss.

A rough passionate kiss. He tried to push you back flush against the wall, his hands finding the skin of your hips with a desperate grip. He could feel the amused chuckle that slipped against his lips along with your fingers delicately trailing down his back and torso. Your hand eventually found his ass with a firm squeeze.

You felt him yelp and flinch against your touch. "Are we going to behave? You're not going to give me a hard time, right?" Lando stuttered a yes as you pushed him in the shower.

With the warm water running down his body, Lando squeezed his eyes shut while you warmed up up. Kisses and hickies marked his body with you pressing him into the wall and your hands re-exploring the skin of his flesh. "I wanna, Y/N." He whined feeling your hand trail closer to his crotch only to pull away last second.

"Be a good boy and stay still." You patted his chest gently, admiring the mess of purplish shapes covering his perfect skin. Lando sucked in a breath. The way you got down on your knees and took him in your mouth pulled an instant grunt from his lips.

Lando was quick to find your hair and attempt to push you further down. He was only met with a spank to his ass, a jolt running up his spine. "You don't wanna get punished again, do you? I don't think your ass can handle another whip." Lando was quick to shake his head and pull his hands away from you.

His breath caught in his throat once more with a broken moan upon feeling your lips wrap around him again. He knew the drill, stand still and be vocal. It took everything in him to hold back the occasional back arching or involuntary thrust. He felt his body and heels grow warm, his back slumping and his hand gripping the shower bar.

"L-love. I'm so close. S'close." He begged gripping his hair in frustration as his orgasm started to build up and up. You enjoyed this, looking up at him through your lashes. Lando was wrapped around your finger, moans falling from his mouth like a stream of waterfalls.

"No no, I want to cum." He whined feeling the cool air and warm water where your mouth should be. "Y/N stop teasing." He pleased, jolting with a gasp feeling you lick up his length slowly. "Oh— oh— I—I'm so close, my love." "Magic word?" "Fuck no. I'm a man." You laughed quietly shaking your head.

With one swift move, you and Lando were on the floor. With you on top, Lando could only gasp and moan as you rode him. With his hands pinned above his head and body being littered with love bites and nibbles. "I've never seen a man so submissive. So weak. So marked and whiney. Are you man?" Lando shook his head quickly stuttering a no.

"Then what are you? A slut? You look like it to me. More like a pet. A needy puppy." "Y—your slut. Your dog." You giggled at his confession, pressing soft kisses to his jaw despite the rough pace. "Oh? You're being such a good boy right now? You want a reward? You want a treat?" You watched as he hugged your waist with desperate nods, his hips stuttering up to meet yours.

"You're going to have to ask nicely. Show me you can be good." "I'm so close . . . Please. Please let me cum. Please, mommy." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "I've been bad I know. I'll make it up to you I promise. Please please." You could see his chest rise up and down quicker and his voice grow thinner in pitch.

"I'm so close, please please." Lando begged, little nails digging in your hips. "Wait a little more like a good boy." "I said please." He whined arching his chest up in yours, legs squirming as he mustered all his strength to hold back.

"You're not wearing a condom so wait." "Please, Y/N."

This went on for a few more moments before you reached your orgasm and pulling out. And on command, Lando was quick to succumb to his release as well. Deep breaths swelling in his chest as he calmed down slowly in your arms.

[dreamauri]

OP81 fluff? maybe something to do with new years?

♪ — 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦 oscar piastri  x  girlfriend! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . when new years celebrations don't go as expected (560 words)

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"feel like this was a bad idea." You lean in and whisper to oscar in his ear, cupping your hand over your mouth so the very drunk hostess wouldn't attempt to lip read. Oscar couldn't agree more. The party you were invited to had taken a turn and had become a loud mess of music and alcohol, while led to you and oscar sitting awkwardly sitting on a couch. This was not how you wanted to spend these few minutes.

You had specifically flew over to Oscar because you didn't want him to spend new years alone. And when you were invited to a party from one of Lando's friends, this is not what you had expected. "Lets get out of here." Oscar nodded, taking your hand so you wouldn't get separated on the walk out.

Neither of you had taken a drink so it would've been the default option to take the drive back to where Oscar was staying and spend those last minutes in the car. Oscar himself was going to walk down the ramp to the under ground garage until you had pulled him back from his hand.

"Lets walk for a little bit. I don't want to day to end just yet." The smile that covered oscar's face was one you always found so cute. He held you close walking with you. The city was almost pitch dark with shops closed and buildings with no lights, except for the few bars and clubs of course. Small chats filled the silence between you and oscar. It hadn't been long before you found a kids park.

"As much as I'd like that, i think it's be too soon." "Yeah, but just imagine it," You told him, watching him sit on a swing. "Oscar Piastri, home hero, Wins the Australian Grand Prix in his second season in F1." Oscar shook his head with a small smile, following along with you as you climbed up a slide.

"And we'd kiss after in parc ferme and we can have dinner in my bathtub." "your bathtub?" Oscar scrunched his nose not expecting the detail, a small giggle leaving his lips. He followed you up the play house from the stairs, taking your hand and pulling you in his chest.

"Yeah, you know, with wine and bubbles." Oscar thought for moment. "or us being in close proximity, naked." he added nodding. "Yeah I can see that." he grinned down at you.

Fireworks went off somewhere from behind, lightening up the sky. With a quick check to your watches you were able to conclude that 2024 had begun. "this is actually a perfect way to spend my new years." Oscar chuckled, pocketing his phone so he could lean down and kiss you.

Well, your foot slipped on the slide and in a second you glided down the plastic half tube. And while you covered your face in embarrassment, oscar was crouched down trying to hold in his laugh. the slide wasn't long so you were able to pull the ausie down from his pants. he glided down smoothly, hand over his mouth. "not funny." you poked his chest, climbing on his lap.

"still works though," you couldn't help the smile that came on your face, letting him pull you down for another kiss. Another round of fireworks went off, decorating the sky for you.

[dreamauri]

I absolutely love your work and was hoping that you'd write a part 2 to "All I've Ever Wanted" where she apologizes profusely for hurting him (since there aren't any fics that I've come across where the reader is at fault AND owns up to it)

(tonight I'm going to read every fic before going to sleep you're really good)

:D . . . that's actually very fair, yn was mean. i'll post it on Tuesday, already finished writing it

(thanks for your love and request makes my day 🫶)

[dreamauri]

hi dear, I hope you have your requests open, if not, sorry, but I'm so addicted to Michael Jackson's songs, I would love to see your work inspired by his songs like Chicago or Dirty Diana, it could be with Sebastian Vettel or Carlos Anyway, I love your work, you are a great writer <3

this request has been in my inbox since October and as a gift to you for waiting so long lovely I have finally written 'chicago' with sebby our bee keepter it and it will be posted after tomorrow (on Monday?? i have no sense of time anymore)!

i hope it's enjoyed well enough, I'll try to do dirty diana with Carlos <3

[dreamauri]

Hey author,

Loved your work! I have a request for a Max Verstappen fiction. Here's the idea:

Max Verstappen and the Reader have been friends since childhood and started dating when they were 15. The Reader is currently the number one ranked tennis player, with 2 Wimbledon titles, 3 French Open titles, and 2 Australian Open titles to her name. She is the best in women's singles and doubles tennis at the moment.

The Reader is a badass, known for her fiery press conferences and domination on the court, much like how Max is in racing. Despite being a power couple in front of the world, they are very vulnerable and weak for each other. They know the struggles both have been through—she understands the impact Max's childhood and his father, Jos, have had on him, and he knows the challenges she faces, including attacks and pressures from the media.

They are incredibly supportive of each other. Max attends all her Grand Slam matches, and she visits his races. They are deeply in love and very open with each other, understanding each other's feelings and experiences.

That's the type of story I have in mind. I hope you like it!

Best regards,

Anon.

hi anon, i can't believe i write this right away but I did, and I accidentally posted it before replying to your request, but oh well, my bad. it's here

[dreamauri]

hi hi what is “maxie u la la” meaning?

hi love, Maxie is just a nickname for Max. "oh la la" is a famous exclamation in French, its English counterpart would be "oh my god"/"omg"

[dreamauri]

been obsessed w the wired in series sooo... no happy ending for itt? t_t

ps. i can't move on (alt-ending pls) t_t

wdym no happy ending?? was that not a happy ending enough? 😭😭🙏 ok ok I'll write one more chapter hopefully here on Tuesday, my new years gift to you

[dreamauri]

I physically need more sub Oscar to live please🥺

♪ — 𝗜 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 sub! oscar piastri x soft! dom! reader (smut) fic summary . . . after not seeing each other for a while, it's easy to tell Oscar is starved and desperate.

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"D-door, door." he squeaked, a little gasp falling from his lips. His eyes involuntarily closed as your lips continued to suck a bite on his neck. He leaned his head back, a shiver falling through his spine at the feeling of your fingers tracing the skin of his abdomen under his shirt. Oscar's heart was beating so loud he was sure you could hear it.

Another gasp pulled from his throat when he felt your other grope his as, looking from the apartment keys in his back pockets. He let you push him, leaning down in search of your lips with his own.

The aussie was desperate for your touch, you could see in it his hungry and needy eyes. "please, please," his voice was quiet, cupping the back of your head so he could hold you still for a kiss. He was too hungry and thirty, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. His lips only got to brush yours before he had to pull away to let you pull his shirt off.

You watched as he tried to chase you for a kiss again, eyes hazy and half open. The pretty hazel irises were now a dark shade, a gorgeous shade of need clear as he stared at your lips.

"baby," He whined as you pushed him to his bedroom until he fell back on the mattress. Oscar felt like he was going to cry. He couldn't wait anymore. His pants were too tight and he needed you! He needed you so much, y/n. He missed you so much. He didn't even hesitate to hold your bare waist as soon as you pulled your shirt off.

This time you welcomed his lips to yours, a hungry and passionate kiss. his body was so sensitive under you, eyes scrunched tight and with goosebumps rising at skin. You had so much power over him.

"Fuck! Please, please!" He was literally putty in your hands, feeling himself jerk his hips up at the feeling of your palm on his length. He gritted his teeth, feeling you slowly unzip the jeans and undo the button. His hand slowly found its way around your body, holding you.

"You're so small," you whispered in his ear, pressing soft kisses on his cheek and jaw just as you began stroking. Briefly spinning in your palm, you felt Oscar tense and intense at the warm liquid you spread on his dick. "Such a good boy," "Y/n,"

you too missed him. with each pump to his dick, a moan drew from his as he nuzzled in your neck. You missed having him like this, openly giving himself to you. You liked to whisper soft coos in his ear, playing with his hand with one hand while the other hand jerked him off. You missed him in this state, holding you like his life depended on him, squirming and jerking his hips up, saying your name like a prayer.

and at this point it was a prayer. "n-no!" he gripped the skin on your back in frustration upon feeling your hand leave where he needed you. He tried to pull your hand back on his dick only to be unsuccessful. You pushed him on his back, adjusting your position on his lap. Oscar didn't get a chance to complain, feeling grinding on top of him.

He honestly looked pathetic, thrusting up into your clothed heat with uneven gasps and whimpers for breaths, holding onto the skin of your stomach with one hand and your thigh with his other. He couldn't take his eyes off you, watching the way you unclasped your bra and sat up momentarily to pull your skirt and panties off.

"mhhh- y/n," a pleading whine left his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt. you held his wrists together when he tried to pull you down to take him. "behave," you scolded, blowing a hair that fell on your hair. "I can't wait, any more," Oscar shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut in desperation. "I need you— I can't! I need you!" He begged loudly, practically on the verge of sobs. You were right there, heat ghosting on top of his pulsing tip.

You had to admit it was a pretty sight. Having Oscar so submissive under you, all sweaty and panting, hands held together, legs shifting from the discomfort and impatience. You couldn’t wait any longer either. Leaning one hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, Oscar didn’t waste any time holding onto your hip with his now free hand. The brunette was going to open his mouth to say something but was cut off by his own moan, finally feeling your warmth envelop him.

Little gasps left his mouth as his free hands moved around trying to hold onto you, settling on your back. It’s been so long since the two of you had shared an intimate night, you’d think Oscar grew an inch or two with the way it was taking you slow to take all of him. “S-so tight.” Oscar groaned, looking up at you through half lidded eyes. When you did finally sink down all the way, you leaned your forearms on either side of his head. Oscar welcomed your kisses eagerly, wrapping his around your back.

You could feel the way his breaths stuttered every once in a while. You hated how hungry his eyes still looked for another kiss when you pulled to catch air. “You wanna move?” an eager nod followed as you leaned in for another long french kiss followed by thrusts and loud muffled moans.

[dreamauri]

Bottom needy Oscar smut please🧎🏽‍♀️🙏

♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 oscar piastri x fem! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . sub oscar. just subby oscar.

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His breath was heavy when he whispered your name. His fingers pressed on your shoulder blades, breathing shakily on your ear as you pressed him against the wall. He felt like he was being devoured with the way you kissed and nipped on the skin of his chest and shoulders.

You’d marked him everywhere, your hands roughly holding exploring his naked body while pushing him in the wall. You could feel his breathing quicken, as you slowly trailed a hand down his stomach to his happy tail.

With a glance to his rosy cheeks and clenched jaw you pushed him on the couch. The hotel’s bed was too far, you felt. And Oscar clearly agreed, laying back quickly and helping you climb up on his lap right away. He wasted no time, cupping the back of your head to pull you in a kiss. His free hand caressed your bare spine, pulling your body flat on his chest.

Your hand worked like clockwork, reaching for his discarded pants and pulling out a condom from his wallet all while roughly making out with him. Oscar could never get tired of the taste of your tongue nor its warmth in his mouth. The way your tongues danced together or how you licked up the roof of his mouth had his eyes moaning and throat vibrating with a moan. You drove him crazy that way, the hand on your back pressing little crescent moons from desperation.

He let you pull away to sit up when you did, his hands never truly caged you against him, he was too weak for that. He couldn’t hold you still or restrict you anyway because you had to move freely if he wanted to get whatever you had in store for him. In this situation: watching you tear the condom open and slip it on him.

It always sent shivers up his spine, touching him for the first time in a while even if it's just rolling down the condom. You had control over him that way, depriving him of the touch and satisfaction till he was all putty and submissive for you. Ruining him for everyone else  so he could only find pleasure in you.

Oscar didn’t really care. He felt like a helpless man serving and worshiping you, something much higher than an angel or a god. His eyes couldn’t get enough of you, his hands would touch you all day long if he could, he’d suck and kiss and would say prayers and praises if you let him. 

He was a man that way, a boy under you, watching you adjust on your knees and align yourself with him. He’d let you starve him for two months after each visit if it felt this good every time. Oscar could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see himself disappear in you, leaning up on his forearms to devour the sight.

You loved the way he looked up at you with those puppy eyes once he bottomed out. The way he reaches up for you fills you with so much power. The way you lean your hands on his shoulders and push him down flat as you begin moving. The way you draw breathy moans and whines from his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut and mouth open each time he feels you sink down again. He had to keep his eyes open though, making eye contact with you as you crashed your lips on his in a rough kiss. 

The way your hair fell and the way your skin began glistening with sweat. It was obvious you weren’t doing  anyone but him, starving for the two months you two were apart with him. And that made him want you all the way more, his hands gently holding your hips to help you. 

His touch only lasted a few seconds before you held his wrists to his stomach. All Oscar could do now was whisper your name, moans and begs dripping from his mouth as he looked up at you with heavy eyes. You brought him heaven, placing it in his hands. 

But he wanted to give you too. Oscar was in no way insecure about his abilities, but you went through so much effort to give him euphoria that he felt you deserved more. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, breathing heavily to the point that you could clearly see his chest rising and falling, the necklace you gave him highlighting that fact. “Shh.” You told him quietly, shaking your head and closing your eyes. Oscar shook his head back, a moan pulling from his throat and his eyes rolling. His hips twitched up. 

“Your voice, your eyes, y—your highness,” He breathed out shakily, shaking his head again. He was on drugs, he was high. He couldn’t help it, sitting up and pushing you on your back. He didn’t even hesitate to start thrusting, his mouth finding your chest where he began sucking on your tits live a starved man. Your name followed out of mouth like the Nile river during a flood. You were his goddess, kissing and touching and worshiping you. He owed you that much.

“Oscar?” He looked up at you right away, leaning forward to your eye level. You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips upon seeing his puppy eyes. Your bodies rocked together as you pulled him down from his nape in a kiss. It didn’t take much longer for the aussie to be a gasping and cussing mess, roughly making out with you as he gave his last thrusts. And like an addict, his body shook with yours when his orgasm hit. It made him feel all the better when you wrapped your hands around his back and pressed your forehead to his.

You didn’t want to get us after that, letting him lay on top of you to catch his breath while you played with his hair.

[dreamauri]

I'm gonna need more sub! Oscar please literally anything will do

♪ — 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 sub! oscar piastri x dom! fem! reader (smut) “. . . you and oscar are willing to try new things, so this time you ask him to keep his hands to himself.”

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⚠️WARNING!!⚠️ nsfw right under the cut.

"Need you, need you, need you." he repeated as you pushed him to lay on his back, your lips hot on his skin as you sucked and licked and kissed every inch of his shoulders and neck.

"My love." Oscar whined, bucking his hips up, desperate for touch. His hands were quick to find your waist, and even quicker to be pulled away. A wine broke from his throat as he looked up at you.

Your soft tummy and breasts inches above his chest. He wanted to touch you so bad, to feel you and hold you and kiss you and love you.

But you had his wrists pinned above his head. Oscar's legs shifted in the sheets as he tried to lean up and catch your lips. A smirk rose on your lips as you watched Oscar bite your bottom lip to try and pull you closer.

"You’re killing me." his voice cracked mid sentence, clenching his eyes shut at the feeling of your thigh brushing against his length. "Am I?" "I’m a dead man, Y/N." He begged, shame spilling into him as he found himself humping your thigh.

A giggle rang through your throat as you looked between his clenched face and aching length. "Y/N—" "Okay okay." You gave in, adjusting yourself over him. In one swift move with your hands leaned on his chest, Oscar could feel warmth envelop him as you slowly sank down.

His breaths were a little shaky, laboured was better to describe it with he leaned his head back emitting a low moan. "I wanna hold your hands." "You wanna hold my hands?" The smile on your face was soft as you looked down at the boy, watching his chest rise and fall inconsistently.

"I wanna hold your hands." Oscar nodded again, starting to thrust up slowly. How could you ever say no? You held his hands, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"You’re so cute like this." "Y/N, I’m dying right now. Shh." You could help the soft laugh echoing in your throat as you kissed him softly. "You’re right there, let me hold you— Let me hold you my love." It was really taking Oscar everything in him to not put his hands your hips, to adore and worship your skin.

He wanted to kiss every inch of you from your forehead to your knees. He wanted to love you and show you how much he loves you. He wanted to get you drunk on his love.

Instead, he’s admiring the soft skin on your stomach to your waist down to where you’re connected. He could reach if he wanted to and rub the little circles on your clit the he knew you loved so much.

But instead, with hazy eyes and breathy moans, he looked at your pleasure contoured face, counting all the reasons why he found you a goddess. Oscar will never agree to trying  ‘stare don't touch’ sex ever again. Your body looked so lonely without his hands and his hands felt so lonely without your body.

[dreamauri]

ok so i saw your sub!lando post and for some reason the only thing i can think abt is if the roles were reversed??? j a clingy and cuddly reader (i love the fact that she’s gonna be clingy when lan’s streaming) and dom!lando cause brainrot 🤧 ok bye ilysmsmsmsmsmsm (please don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t wanna!!)

♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 lando norris  x  girlfriend! reader (smut) “. . . being clingy and teasing can lead up to something.”

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You snuggled further into Lando's chest as he gently stroked your hair. You were finally in pyjamas, sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he played games with his friends on stream. and you watched quietly. You didn't want to disturb them. but you didn't want to be away from Lando either.

You didn't need him giving all his attention to you. Leaning your side to his chest with the occasional kiss and affectionate touches was enough. You were feeling tired and sleepy anyways and you felt like you'd doze off any moment now.

"Well—" Lando cut himself off with a yawn. "The puppy that has claimed my lap as her own personal property and real estate has a very contagious desire for sleep." And with that he signed off the live stream, pulling you to straddling his lap. Your first instinct was to nuzzle in his neck, pressing soft kisses against his nicely tanned and warm skin.

"What are you doing?" He sucked in a breath feeling you wiggle on the spot. "Getting comfy." You chuckled, tone holding a slight tease as you leaned up to connect your lips with his. It was a sweet and soft kiss. Until you felt the brit thrust his hips up slightly. A small tiny moan left your mouth. And that was all it took to trigger Lando.

The kisses weren't short and soft, but longer and more passionate. You even struggled to try and keep up with Lando, the hungry pace he was going with was too fast for you. "Lan." You tried to stop him when you felt his hands trail up your thighs and under your shirt.

A yelp sounded as he lifted you up, carrying you all the way to his room and his bed. He was too quick to pull your clothes and half of his own, too desperate to feel your skin on his. "Stop." You giggled feeling ticklish as he pressed kisses to your tummy and hips.

"What?" Helooked up at you with clear concern. He thought he hurt you, but thankfully not. "I'm not having sex with that." you motioned to his facial hair that he was growing. "What, you don't like it?" He crawled up, leaning his forearms on either side of your head. "No. It tickles. And I wanna have sex, not laugh." You argued trying to hold in your smile while looking Lando deep in his eyes. You watched him as he stroked his chin proudly, going back down to where you needed him most.

"Lando no," You laugh, pushing his head away as he tries to catch your clit on his lips. "Hey—" The brit scolded you, pushing your hand away. "Let me work." You laughed at the statement, ready to mock him when a moan broke from your throat. “I take my job very seriously, thank you very much.”

"Fuck— ok ok, I'm sorry." You went to push his head away, feeling him lap and nibble on your bud. The brit made sure to hold your wrist, stopping you from sabotaging him in any way. "Lando-" "Be a good girl." His muffled voice was stern as he held your thigh, gently stroking his thumb against your skin to at least comfort you as he tongue fucked you.

His nose and little moustache were doing your clit no justice. And Lando knew it. He watched you squirm and moan his name, a jolt running up your spine every time he nudged you. “You’ll be good?” You nodded quickly, trying to hold his hand at least. But he held your other wrist too, confining you completely under his mercy.

“Can’t hear you, my love.” “I’ll be good. I’ll be super good.” You nodded, starting to heave as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. “You’ll be a good girl?” “I’ll be a good girl, a very good girl. T—the best girl.” You promised, squirming each time you felt him intentionally drag his tongue on the spot that made you see stars.

“I’ll take your word on that.” He hummed, letting go of your wrists, concentrating on your sensitive bud since he knew you were more prone to a quick orgasm from there. Your fingers were quick to tangle in his hair, not really pulling. But since his hands were too busy trying to take off his pants, the soft curls would do for now. 

“Lando, no.” You whined, leaning up on your elbow to look at him. You were almost there, seconds from a climax that would’ve left scratch marks on Lando’s shoulder. Your eyes were teary and your chest was heaving. You got up shakily, helping him pull his pants down. A gulp went down your throat seeing the size of him, hesitantly pulling his boxer shorts down as well.

“Go on.” Lando leaned back on his elbows, waiting for you to settle between his legs. “But it was my turn.” You looked up at him, begging slightly. You need him, you couldn’t wait any longer. You crawled up, sitting on his lap, a desperate look on your face as you looked between his sky coloured eyes. Lando looked at you, a smirk on his lips as he pretended to be thinking. “I’ve been a good girl.” You begged again, kissing him gently yet passionately. “Please please please.” 

Lan tilted his head, smiled even wider, glancing down at his dick then you.  No words or explanation was needed. You knew what he was asking you and you weren’t going to deny him. Your mind was too foggy and if it took giving him an orgasm first to receive your own, then so be it. You shifted your body between his bent knees, getting comfortable as you took his length in your mouth inch by inch. The noises he made were not helping with your situation at all. Lando’s eyes grew heavier, he was determined to watch himself disappear in your mouth and reappear, again and again. 

And for the next few minutes, you picked up the pace. You even added tongue which you knew would speed up the process. But apparently not. You were suspecting he was holding back on purpose. His moans and grunts were loud, and with the occasional shift or thrust you’d think he’s on the edge. But he can’t be on the verge of an orgasm for 5 minutes straight. Looking up at him, his face was scrunched up and jaw tense, breathing through his teeth. 

“Okay, okay! Enough! Enough. I’m dying.” He gave up, gently cupping under your chin and pulling you up forcefully. Your eyes were wide as you looked at what was just in your mouth. Lando slumped back on his back, breathing heavily. “I came like 7 times, Y/N.” He scolded tiredly, body practically shaking on the spot. You crawled up to him, looking at him confused. Nothing was in your mouth, you were pretty sure. Did he cum dry? You didn’t say anything, you instead gently pressed kisses to his jaw and neck. Once you lay beside him, you let Lando recover, watching his breath even out. He opened his eyes looking at you. “Sorry.” You whisper. “You should be sorry, how am I going to compete with that?” The two of you giggled softly, sharing soft kisses.

With a deep breath, Lando sat up, sitting with his back against the wall, patting his lap for you. You got on with no hesitation of course. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly sunk on his length. “Awh, that's a good girl.” Lando’s praises went straight into you, a moan echoing in your throat as he connected his lips with yours.

The thrusts started shortly, gaining speed within a certain pace. You even switched positions a couple of times; on your side and back to prone, which was a little more frustrating because he was pressing all of his weight into you. You were too out of it to even unhook your heels from around his abdomen.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’re such a good girl.” Lando huffed, arms wrapped around you as you messily made out. He eventually slipped, accidentally falling on you. All his weight now on and inside you. That was all it took for your body to rock from an intense orgasm, helpless moans and whimpers following suit. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” he kissed your jaw gently, but you were practically putty, head rolling on your side as he pressed kisses, fucking you through your high.

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“One, two, three.” Lando pulled out quickly, a pained moan slipping from your mouth. Your walls were too sensitive, even the action of Lando just whipping you clean felt overwhelming. 

That feeling was quickly over though and you were thankfully just left with your boyfriend and yourself, cuddling under the fuzzy sheets of his bed, deciding on whether you should get pizza, chinese, or just to call max and make him cook for you since both of your legs were very much not working. 

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“Look at these two idiots.” Max Fewtrell sighed deeply as he stood in your kitchen, pointing at your practically passed out figures to the camera that was leaned near the stove so he could cook and talk at the same time. You were splayed out on the counter in Lando's merch hoodies and shorts and Lando was on the floor only in his fluffy pyjama pants. 

“Disgusting.” He shook his head as the two of you waved at the camera. 

“I had to buy ear plugs when you and Lando were still roomies. I couldn’t stay over and sleep peacefully with how-” “Y/N!” Max cut you off looking at you shocked and panicked. Lando was laughing his ass of the floor while you gave Max innocent puppy smile.

"I hate you guys. Making me do forced, unpaid, treacherous labour." "treacherous?" " don’t know, sounds like a long scary word." 

"Chat is cursing at you, Lando." "They hate me because they aint me. They wish they had my ass." "Lando you don't have an ass." "EXCUSE ME?!" "He’s right, Lan." "DONT SIDE WITH HIM Y/N."

[dreamauri]

Hello love!!

What petition do i have to sign so we can read pt.8 of the best charles leclerc fic ever??

(That being "𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀" ofcourse <3)

( please tell me if you dont like the nickname "love" ill try finding something more platonic )

im crying on the floor (fr, my mom is asking whats wrong) sign my heart 😔and this contract, 📄involving us being friends now bc i love you <3 pt. 8 should be out tmr or monday (hopefully i can get to finishing it tomorrow) (you can keep the nickname if i can call you one too? <3)

[dreamauri]

omg tmrw morning you say? what’s your time zone?

TMR morning!! finalyy yes! GMT Eastern Daylight Saving Time ( -4 or -5 ) New York time works as well ( i dont live there )

[dreamauri]

The sentimental series is so so so good even though I’m busy with uni and stuff I check tumbler 3 times a day to see if there’s a new chapte. literally obsessed with it.

HUN- I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE- 😭 PLEASE CONSENTRATE ON YOUR EDUCATION!!

i've been busy with uni ( bc what kind of professor gives a "quiz" on the second week wtf?? ), but part seven will be up tmr morning.

thanks so much for your love and support, you guys make my day everyday <3

[dreamauri]

I know this is kinda late but will you ever do a part 2 til ‘thank you not’ ? I Just really loved it so much I also wanna know their reactions to her having a kid and living in nowhere switzerland

hello! a lot of people have been asking me this question.

I will no longer be doing part two for thank you not. the story was meant to be a one shot ( just one part ) and i dont want to force a second chapter.

if you'd like to read a small blurb about what would happen next, you can click below.

‧˚⊹ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁 ଓ :: 𝗙𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

You were very surprised to see your former teammates staring back at you confused just as you confusedly stared back at them.

"You're alive?!" "What the fuck kind of question is that?!"

Your five year old son had quickly pulled the driver's into your house once he realized they were the athletes he and his father sit down every sunday to watch.

You sighed to yourself watching your husband fan boy and invite the boys to stay for dinner.

It's not like they had any other choice though. The next motel was miles upon miles away.

You sat at the side of rectangular table, with your husband at the top and the 4 drivers scattered to your and your sons side.

Lando couldn't help but play around with the one year old you were feeding on your lap.

"So how did you two meet?" Carlos asked trying to break the tension. "He got me a present during my last season." "Wait you're that guy?" Lando looked at your husband confused and shocked. "I called her back, I took her on a date and whipped her up." Your husband joked making you look at him playfully. "You were a stuttering mess, I thought you were being held at gunpoint point." You teased him chuckling. "You're embarrassing me in front of world champions." He whispered whined making you laugh.

They had to stay overnight, sharing the two couches in pairs in your living room, snoring like babies. You couldn't help but take a photo in case you needed to black mail them.

You didn't have enough time to fix their car the next morning. So, you embarked on a road trip, taking the 4 boys along with your husband and two children to the neighbouring country for their next grand prix.

You had to hold a grip on your son and husband once inside the paddock as they tried to escape and explore each chance they got. It made you look ridiculous. Retired legend, comes back and humiliates herself trying to babysit husband and son.

"Is that— is that Y/N L/N?" "No." You gaslighted him, managing to wrap an arm around your husband's neck and held the back of your son's shirt before they ran into the Redbull garage.

You watched as you son and husband cheered for different teams, sitting the f1 hospitality to follow along with the race. You didn't care to pay much attention, but people did you.

some members of the media tried to catch interviews with you, but you quickly denied your identity and your presence ( having fun with it as well ).

"Y/N! It's so good to see you in a race weekend again." "Who's Y/N. Never heard of her. I don't think there are any Y/Ns here."

the most peace you got out of the day was watching a few drivers stop by and greet and hug the shit out of you, as well as seeing the absolute shock on their faces after the two kids who held onto the back of your dress, and the husband that glared each time someone touched you.

what you loved the most was watching Max play around with you son and daughter after the race while drinking some juice with Lando, Carlos, and Daniel in addition to Lewis and Charles who joined.

you also got to meet Oscar Piastri. And although it wasn't said out loud, you knew he was your replacement. You couldn't help but give him tips which he really appreciated, explaining to you that you were one of the figures that inspired and motivated him.

wen the day came to end, you found yourself unblocking all the numbers of the drivers ( after a lot of begging and whining from them ). the good byes stretched for hours, even though you were going to stop by tomorrow morning to return the car left behind in your garage.

"I'm . . . really glad she found her place." Lewis nodded happily as the drivers watched you pull out of the parking lot. "I've never seen her so happy. That's really good. But I want to keep her son, he's fun." Daniel chuckled as they begun walking back. "Sorry mate, I called dibs first." Max joked as they made plans on inviting you to Christmas dinner even though there was still 5 months left. "Do you think she likes me?" Oscar asked timidly as Lando wrapped an arm around his neck nodding.

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