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[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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"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.

[bubblegumiss]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 @dreamauri @xuramory

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[dreamauri]

WHEN IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OF My love mine all mine COMING OUT BCZ IM INVESTED

┇𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - part five ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇arranged marriage does not always hold ┇the outcome you expect !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen  x  wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( romance + smut )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 1, 047 ) ╰  🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( oral f receiving )

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"First driving lesson. Are you ready?" "Absolutely not."

You gave a smile and thumbs up to the camera recording you and your husband, whilst max adjusted the strap to your helmet. "Learning to drive in a fast car is a bad idea." You warned him. looking around the controls to the NSX.

"It's not a bad idea." Max assured you, reaching over and buckling you up. "It very much is, liefje." [baby] You dismissed, looking out the open window to the Red Bull team filming you guys from the outside. "Can we get a slower car? I feel like We'd be much safter in . . . I have no idea. A slow car. A Kia maybe?."

Max laughed at you. "Are you serious? A kia? You think I'm a bad teacher." "No!" You turned to him quickly, holding his hands. He was teasing you but you still felt the need to make sure he knew. "Max, you're an amazing teacher. But you being intact is more for our home race is more important than me learning drive."

"You don't like my birthday present?" He gasped, putting his hand on his chest, being dramatic. "I—" you pulled him in a kiss only for your headgear to bump into his and stop you. "ow . . . I was gonna say I love it." Max laughed at you, leaning his head on the window while your glared at him.

"Where's the go and stop." You were commanding him now, putting both your hands on the steering wheel.

You did eventually get the basics, you were to scared to lift your leg off the brake that the car was literally only moving for a meter before it came to a full stop. The process of breaking every few seconds continued until max was able to get you confident in yourself to drive a steady 40 kilometre per hour around the long straight.

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"How is it, with the wife." "My wife?" Max's eyes light up at the mention of you. He was up onstage in the fan zone, sitting on a stool with checo and an f1 presenter. "Married life, how is it?"

"Well, I didn't know if the video went out yet, but i just gave her her first driving lesson this morning—" "really?" Natalie pink ham butted in, giggling.

"Is that what that was?" Checo laughed along with the crowd.

"I mean, no offense, Shatje; she sucks at driving. But it's nice to have that contrast, because I cannot paint or cook for the life of me." He laughed, leaning back to look at the side stage where you stood, smiling at him. "She's gonna kill me when we get home. Look at that smile."

The crowd erupted in laughter. Max waved you a hi, even though he was spending the whole day with you. You rolled your eyes playfully, folding your arms. You couldn't help the smile that curled on your lips as you looked at the cute puppy of a Dutch f1 driver. "Beautiful smile." Max chuckled, turning back to the fans.

You two were stuck to each other after the interview, sitting all cozied up in the hospitality, snuggled up to each other as you scrolled through your phone, both of you judging the décor and furniture you would need to renovate.

"This wallpaper is nice." You hum, pressing on the image. "My love, we don't need wallpaper. We have you." You chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm serious, you're very talented." He tilted your chin up kissing you.

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"Maxie!" you called through the house, peaking out of the bathroom door. You peaked down the foreign Belgian house, looking down the hall looking for your husband. "Maxie!" You called louder. "Ja, schat?" [yes, love]

"Kun je een handdoek voor me halen? . . alstublieft." [can you get me a towel, please]

"Wat? ik kan je niet horen."[what? i cant hear you] he called back. You could hear the faint noise of the tv from where max sat in the living room.

"Towel, Max." You sighed. What was he watching, foot ball? "I'm wet, and I'm cold and I'm naked—" yep that did it. You heard his footsteps run up the stairs at the word, his fluff of blond peaked from behind the wall to try and see you.

But you thought before hand and hid your body behind the door so all Max could see was your wet and messy hair and smile as you repeated the word. "Towel."

He pouted with a huff as he stomped to your room, returning seconds later with a fluffy towel. "Thank you." You hum, pulling the towel in with you, disappearing behind the door. Only, the towel was pulling from you. You peaked out the door to see Max holding the opposite corner, puppy eyes as he looked at you.

"Max, not now." You whispered feeling your face redden with embarrassment as he tried to peak in. "één kus, één kus." [one kiss, one kiss] you pleaded and you couldn't say no, leaning in and granting him his wish.

Well, you ended up granting him another wish as well because asking for one kiss turned into two kiss turned into 6 turned into 20 and so on. Which led you to being eaten out for the first time while sitting on the edge of the bathtub, hand entangled in blond locks, with gasps leaving your mouth.

You didn't know what max was doing, head between his thighs, eyes staring up at you as he licked and sucked and lapped and did things you never imagined of before. Your body shivered each time his warm tongue would drag across your gummy walls or take your bud into his mouth. You didn't even realize it when your orgasm dawned on you, heaving with whines and whimpers.

You caught his lips once he was back to your height and max was quick to return the favour, savouring your lips as he pulled you straight to your feet to his bedroom, 2 and a half hours from zandvoort f1 circuit; but he wanted you to have your first time in a home, under the moonlight of his windows.

Which you've got to admit, was a magical night.

[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]

more sub oscar please your fics are so good !!!

♪ — 𝗢𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 sub! oscar piastry x dom! fem! reader (smut) “. . . even more bottom boy oscar with aftercare.”

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"You are—" groan "going to be the death of me." Oscar complained, pressing his head back into the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as his fingers and nails pressed crescents into your hips. "Really?" You teased, not really looking at him, your eyes concentrated on the blue light illuminating device in your hand.

"Yes really— Give me that!" He tried to snatch your phone from your hands but you were quick to pull your hands away. "I'm working." You reminded him. Work was something that you could simply not skip over since there was a crisis going on in your department. "Y/N, I'm literally balls deep inside you right now, and your looking at your phone, working." Oscar whined trying to snatch the phone again. He sat up, which led to you losing balance and falling on your back.

"Hey!" You put your finger out, stopping him from the tug of war he had with the phone. "You told me you wanted to," "But I didn't want it like this." He argued.

"Oscar, the department is falling apart, I can't not attended to this right now. You knew the consequences and you still went for it." He sighed, staying quiet. You were right. He couldn't just bug you during work hours in the middle of a crisis. And you definitely should not have given into his begging, you were also at fault for sure ( sex is a two way road after all ).

He huffed, folding his arms with a frown. You could only roll your eyes at his child like behaviour, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him tighter and deeper into you.

His mood was flipped, and instead of him being grouchy, Oscar accepted what he was given while you worked. his nose nuzzled in your belly while you played with his hair. You couldn't help but pause as well, putting the phone down and succumbing to his thrusts.

"You can go faster, my love." Yep that's all he needed to hear. I only took a few minutes for the both of you to turn into a hot and sloppy mess, hugging each other and squeezing out as much pleasure as you could from the other.

"I'm so close." You could already tell from the way you felt him twitched or the way he held you. "Stop now, stop." You held his shoulder, squeezing slightly to try and break him out. "No, Please." His lips were soft on yours, trying to distract you. "Oscar you don't have a condom— Oscar—" "Please please please. Just this once. I promise. I'm already so close."

You could only chuckle as you pressed you sweaty forehead to his. The way he had his arm wrapped around you, trying to find the comfort and warmth in your body. You couldn't say no.

[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 qcloser 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 ypur hair and attept 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 hear and pull his hands away from you.

His breath cought in his throat once more witha broken moan upon feeling your lips wrap around him again. He knew the drill, stasstill 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 hand gripping onto 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 ontop, 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 ┇ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ┇when new years celebrations don't go as expected ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( oscar piastri  x  girlfriend! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( fluff )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 560 ) ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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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 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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[dreamauri]

may I request another oscar sub fic? I loved your previous one and honestly we need more oscar fics on here

♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞 sub! oscar piastry x dom! fem! reader (fluff) “. . . more bottom boy oscar with some aftercare.”

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"There you are." You mumbled into Oscar's ear, hugging his waist from behind. He could only shudder feeling your fingers trail under his shirt, the music in the club filling his ears as your swayed with his.

Taking his hand, you turned him around and pulled him into your chest. "I was promised a podium." You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry- Carlos turned into me and-" "Shh . . . Let's go home."

The trip back to Australia dragged on forver. Oscar felt like he was going to break with how much you were teasing and refusing him. How your hand would ride up a little to close, or how your hand would trace a little too low down his chest. How you held his inner thighs the whole flight.

At some point you were laying your head on his lap with his hand holding you from your stomach so you wouldn't fall off. Oscar felt like he was going to pop each time you nudged or snuggled back into him.

He leaned his head back gritting his teeth and gripping the soft skin of your stomach. Sucking in a breath and suppressing a cuss. He watched your sleeping body turn to face his, your mouth inches away from where he need you most.

He held you throughout the whole trip back home. Whether he held your arm, hands, waist, shoulder. He couldn't keep his hands off of you. Your game was stretching out for to long.

And when he finally closed the apartment door behind you, his mouth had quickly found the skin of your neck with his hands hugging your waist from behind. You giggled at his hunger, leaning back in his chest letting him enjoy it.

"Please?" He heard him, feeling his nails digging in your skin. "I need you." "You need me?" You cooed, hand caressing the back of his head. You could feel his hips stutter into thrusts with his breaths pick up. You've riled him up too much.

Turning around in his body, you connected your lips with Oscar who didn't waist time opening his mouth and grant your tongue entrance.

The apartment filled with moans and whines as a trail of clothes formed on the floor to the bedroom. Oscar felt his body's heat contrast with the cold wall you pressed him into. He watched in the mirror a few feet away as you got on your knees and took his tip in your mouth.

You could feel his body shudder under your touch, hands gripping your hair as you sucked on the senstive tip, leaving the rest of his shaft pulse and twitch in the cool air. You heard Oscar's moans and begs as he tried to push your head further down or thrust up into you.

"C-close." He breathed out, feeling himself slouch down and bush his hand in your hair. "Y/N- No!" He squeaked feeling you pull away. He whined sliding down against the wall, watching you mark up his collar bone and neck, leaving bite marks and hickies for him to panic about tomorrow.

He whined watching you stand up, holding your hand and hugging your thighs to try and keep you beside him. "I'll be back. We're not done yet." You  chuckled, ruffling his hair, slipping carefully from his grip.

He didn't know where you went off to, but you swore he liked like a little puppy wagging its tail when you came back, waiting for orders. And who were you to deny him what he wanted. You wrapped you legs around his waist once he lifted you up, gently pressing you into the wall.

voice notes 🔊 . . . ↳ sorry, in know it was short :( i'll write another one soon enough, pink promise

[dreamauri]

on my knees begging for an update on “for sentimental reasons” please please don’t leave us hanging

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part twelve charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

★ ☆ final chapter 💗 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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"Coco?" Charles saw the little four year old girl wandering around. "Carli!" The little toddler giggled with a big smile. Her little fancy shoes tapping against the floor as she approached the Monégasque, making grabby hands signalling for him to carry her.

"dov'è la tua mamma? [where's your mom] He picked her up gently, mindful of her dress. "Carli." Was the girl's response as she pocked his cheek, a wide smile and giggle on her face. She looked so much like her mother it made his heart warm. The same smile and eyes. "andiamo a cercare santino" [lets go find santino] "Papa è a casa." [dad's home] She finally talked as Charles began walking with her through the Monaco gala.

Wait . . . Santino's not here? Were the rumours true? Charles couldn't help but think and find to piece the events together as he looked through the seating's. Charles was going to have to sit for now while he finds someone who could help him. "Acqua." The girl tried to reach for the champagne glass on the table but Charles was quick to stop her. "quella non è acqua, Coco." [that's not water, coco]

Charles was quick to open a water bottle for her, supporting her as she took little sips. She leaned back on his lap, holding onto one shoulder with her other hand on his face, inspecting it. And Charles let her. She was too cute and adorable. He couldn't help the smile that arose on his lips when she traced the outside of his eyes. "Verde." [green] She nodded in approval.

"Coco!" Lando gasped as he squatted down beside Charles, a wide exited smile on his face. "Coco, saluta Lando."[coco, say hi to lando] "ciao." Coco gave the other brunette a smile and a wave and Lando couldn't help but feel his heart explode with how cute she was. "Oh she's so cute." Lando awed as he picked her up gently, gently bouncing her which only made her giggle happily. "Is Santino here with her?" "No. She said he's back in Italy." "Back in Italy? But—"

"Mami!" The two boys panicked once the girl pointed at her mother. Lando quickly shoved the girl in Charles chest before making an escape. Charles was surprized, quickly holding onto the girl, accidentally bumping head with her and knocking his glasses of one ear.

"Mami." The toddler cheered once her mother came over. A worried smile was on your face as you gently lifted the girl into your embrace. "Dove sei stato? Stavo cercando dappertutto—" [where have you been? i was looking everywhere for-] You paused, once your eyes met the wide eyed and tense figure of Charles. ". . .You."

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you held eye contact with him. Your mouth wouldn't even open so you could at least thank him. 5 years. Returning after a hiatus for five years and you've never expected Charles to look so . . .

"Hey." He broke the silence. "I— h—Hi. How've you been?" You asked hesitantly, stuttering over your words. "Well, My wife left me-" He joked, but apparently too son because you flinched. "But Coco took care of me." He played off.

"Yeah." You chucked nervously, brushing hair off your daughter's face. "She's been watching a lot of doctor shows recently, did she preform a proper eye inspection?" "She did actually." A moment of silence crept again between you.

Charles . . . well was Charles. He had a smile on his face despite having little dirt foot prints on his lap and glasses crooked from Carli. He wasn't so . . . down like the last time you saw him. The colours were bright in his eyes and cheeks. You could only wonder if there was a woman in his life responsible for that and the odds were yes.

"Well, I'm going to deal with this little ball of sunshine," You paused gently, pushing his glasses properly over his nose. Fine wine, you thought. "I'll . . . see you around?"

Charles looked at you for a few seconds blinking. "Oh- wait you want to see me?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused, pointing at himself. You gave a shy smile. "I thought it's be nice to catch up. I'm gonna need some help since Monaco's gotten a few tweaks since I've been here."

"Yeah," He breathed out, nodding quickly. "Of course."

"Dici ciao ciao, coco." [say byebye, coco] "ciao ciao, Carli." "Ciao, coco."

[dreamauri]

Charles getting jealous when you’re dancing a little too close to comfort with Lando and applying your red lipstick using his sunglasses as a mirror 👀

♪ — 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 charles leclerc x fem! reader (fluff) “. . . your charles' girl, your his to touch and nobody else's.”

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"You suck at dancing!" You shouted over the music as Lando spun you, pulling some weird ass moves. "What?" He shouted back not hearing you, holding both your hands as he attempted swing dancing. You and Lando were close friends. And although you had no feelings for him, you couldn't say he didn't have feelings for you.

"A round of drinks? Anyone?" Daniel called holding up the alcohol bottle. You were celebrating the end Monaco grand prix weekend with mini party on Charles yacht. A nice night to pull a wild card and to be carried upside down while multiple drivers pour different types of burning liquids down your throat.

"Oh shit, that was awful." You fake gagged once Lando set you back on your feet, wiping your mouth in attempt to get rid of the taste. "Oh nooo." You pouted looking at the lipstick on your sleeve, forgetting you put some on.

"Hold still." You held lando's chin, using his sunglasses as a mirror as you pulled out the stick, re-applying the red gloss. "Merci." [thank you] you blew him a ( friendly kiss ) as you let his chin go. Lando could only bight your lip as he took your hand again, tipsy enough to pull you into swaying your hips with him again.

"je t'en prie." [your welcome] you could hear his smile as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, watching max jump in the sea. "Can he swim though?" You asked looking over to make sure the dominating driver was ok.

"He's Max." Lando chuckled looking back to watch Daniel and Carlos get ready to jump after. "We should— Y/N?" He looked between his arms confused. The space you had filled was now empty, it was like you disappeared in thin air. "Y/N?!" He panicked looking around for you.

You were fine. Mostly.

Charles had managed to whisk you away, pressing you against the wall on the other side of the empty boat. "He's getting too close to." He grumbled between hungry kisses. You could only laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You're drunk." "You know what I am." He huffed kisses trailing down your neck and collar bone.

This wasn't the first time you and Charles had done something like this. Certainly not the last too. And defiantly not the farthest thing you've gone with him. "Here?" You squeaked in surprise, feeling his hand travel up your thighs and between your leg. "Here."

safe to say everyone was confused why your mascara was running and why your lip-gloss was all messy. Charles could only smirk to himself watching the boys ( lando ) fuss about it.

[dreamauri]

Hiii:) Could you do a Charles Leclerc x neurodivergent/autistic reader? Like him helping the reader when they’re over stimulated(maybe at a race 🤷‍♀️)and just knowing his partners stims and mannerisms which tell him how they’re doing. Thank youuu!!!☺️

♪ — 𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦 charles leclerc x fem! adhd! reader (fluff) “. . . the outside world can always get too much, but charles always has ┊space in his inside world for you.”

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Too much. The noise was becoming too much, and the talking- oh the talking. Don't get me started on the talking- Oh- is that Carlos merch- FOCUS! but it on sale- NO. LATER! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO LOUD?!!

You were walking through the weekend busy paddock. It was race day and all the buzz was here. wrapped up in your 'comfy cardigan' your eyes were overflowing with noise and your brain felt like it was drowning. Fiddling with the sleeve, you walked tensely through the path, eyes wide like you were on several gallons of coffee.

Where is Charles? Your boyfriend was no where to be found and you felt agitated enough. You were practically squirming in your own skin as you entered the Ferrari motorhome, throwing on a jacket from your boyfriend's and a toque.

Sitting down in a corner of the designated driver room, you shrink on yourself starting to count on your fingers. "There you are? I've been—" Charles quickly understood what the way you were sitting and counting ment, the way his beanie was almost covering your eyes and the way you held onto the sleeves of his red jacket. "Oh— sorry." He grimaced, quietly closing the door behind him before shutting off the window blinds.

At moments like these Charles didn't know what to do exactly. He always wanted to help, but when you're overstimulated it was always better to leave you alone. So he opted on sitting a few feet away from you, but still close enough for you to reach hi if you wanted to.

He dug through his backpack, pulling out the noise cacelling headphones that he'd been waiting to give you. You took them gently, covering your ears as you snuggled into his side, feeling your head climb out of the pool of words and noises. The two of you took a nap right there, just like that. It was the most comforting thing you felt in hours and it was bliss.

When it was time, Charles was wrapped in your arms as you walked him to his garage, listening to how much you're going to miss him in the next few hours and how proud of him you're going to be seeing him beat the shit out of his opponents. He could only chuckle as he reminded you "If you manage to stay up that long." you most likely going to sleep again. Naps attract more naps.

But Charles didn't mind. Watching you lay on a couch in the back of the garage, mindlessly fidgeting with some toy, he couldn't help the smile on his face when he noticed you jump up at the sight of him hugging him happily as you jumped in his spot. "That was super cool, amour." [love] You praised as you showered his cheeks with kisses.

[dreamauri]

Make a max Dom fic X fem driver

Or Oscar Dom fic X female driver

No. 🖕👍 Have a soft sub Lando instead <3🤌 I'll add the rest of the aesthetics and tag list later

‧˚⊹ surprise surprise ଓ :: LN4 ‧₊˚⤾

╭╯ pairing . . . lando norris x girlfriend! reader ) ┊ summary . . . lando surprises you and you surprise him ) ┊ genre . . . fluff) ╰╮ warning . . . X )

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"Wait . . . Why are we at 3.5k views?" You glanced through the controls and the chat confused. "What am I missing? What's going on?"

"6k viwes, what the fuck." You scrunched at your monitor to make sure you were reading it right. "I must be blind. Or it's glitchy." You kicked the PC next to your feet, pulling laughter emojis from your chat as you folded your arms. "What's going on?"

"Wait . . . Why are we at 3.5k views?" You glanced through the controls and the chat confused. "What am I missing? What's going on?"

NO BODY TELL HER

everyone shut

we can't tell you

keep streaming y/n

nothinggggggg 😅

". . ." You glanced between your camera and speed chat pursing your lips. "Who ever tells me what's going on gets a kiss and paddock passes."

EVERYONE SHUT TF UP

But kisses noooo

i heard paddock passes

no body tell hereveryone zip your lips

if you guys ruin this I will run after you with a nife

I WANT KISSES FROM YOU Y/N

shouldn't we tell her?

nuh uh

"Oh my fucking-" Ba-ding! You narrowed your eyes at the notification on your phone, pulling your reading glasses from your pocket to read the alert.

"Holy-" You watched the footage of some man's back entering your back yard. Black hoodie, and pants? No face and black beanie? Yeah you might as well be dead. "Everyone shut." You whisper shouted, flicking the light switch off.

Detaching the camera from the plastic rod, you held it as a weapon, standing behind the closed door. Your stream that you were to panicked to turn off right now was watching you sideways, speed chat buzzing.

oh he's dead

shit

SOMEONE TELL HIM

Y/N NO

we'll miss him

CAREFULL Y/N CAREFUL WITH THAT

"I think Sugar's stream room is this one-" You didn't hesitate to swing once you saw the head, breaking your camera rod on the man's head. "HEY! OW!"

You watched Lando drop on his side gripping his head. You could feel yourself frown and and scrunch your nose. "Are you an evil clone? Or his evil twin brother?! IDENTITY YOURSELF!"

"GIRL!" The British man-boy tried to swat your side only for you to kick his arm away and take a step back. "Y/N, it's me!" "Who the fuck is me?! Who are you?!"

Your self defense lessons came in handy for the next few minutes.

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"Now I'm going to be bruised up for a few days." Lando huffed to screen, wincing as you placed an ice pack to his head. "I'm blaming this on you, chat. You should've told her."

"You should've told me." You scoffed, smacking his shoulder lightly. "I know, baby. I wanted to keep it a surprise." He pouted. You narrowed your eyes at him. "In black on black? Dressing like a murderer? Lan, knocking on my front door would've been fine."

You got on your knees beside him so you were head level. Lando pressed his nose in your cheek, trying to crack a smile from you. You pouted, looking at the camera ( now balancing atop your monitor ).

"I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, pulling you in his arms. "No." You denied his apology trying to pull yourself out of his embrace. "I'm soryyyy. Please, sugar. Never again, I promise."

He peppered your cheek with kisses, transforming your pout to a smile. "I-" kiss "I love you, sunshine."

jealousy jealousy

my parents

I DONT KNOW WHICH ONE I WANT TO BE RN

LANDO SWITCH PLACES WITH ME

y/n's smile 🥴

Alexa play room of reflections

mama y papa. mama. y papa.

we wish our favorite driver a fast recovery after this accident. We love you, Y/N. Get well soon.

"Haha very funny." Lando fake laughed, pointing at that last comment. You gently slipped out of Lando's arms, who only pouted holding your hands like a lost puppy.

"I'll get you a chair, don't do anything stupid." You hopped on your feet, leaning down and pressing a kiss on Lando's head ( who was wiggling his eyebrows at the camera in victory). "I got the best girl in history." He murmured watching you go.

"Now. Serious talk time." Lando intertwined his hands, looking deep in the camera lens. "Y/N's birthday is soon and I want you all in on a prank. I wanted to blindfold her and take her to rise swan ferries but Max said-" you opened the door, dragging the wooden chair behind you. "Max said, you can't eat 17 spring rolls. And that's not normal. But who does he think he is? Honestly."

Lando quickly changed the conversation, smoothly getting away with it like the criminal he was. He looked up at you while you set the white chair beside your gamer chair. "Is this for me?" He smiled going to sit on it instead of standing on his knees.

"No-" You pushed him away from his face, making fall back and sit on your gamer chair. "This house does not tolerate flat assed Landos Norrises." "You're the one who's going to flatten your ass sitting on that chair." He laughed trying to pull you close.

"Lando enough gangster shit. I was in the middle if my stream." You scolded smacking his hand away making his pout. "Actually since we have almost 15k views now, I'd like to take a moment and discuss with you all about how bad Landob is in bed—" "—Y/N!" He cut you off covering your mouth panicked. You looked at him from a few seconds quietly till he hesitantly removed his hand.

". . . He's a sub and finishes in 3 minutes!" You said quickly only to be tackled to the ground. You were laughing while Lando mumbled incoherent words to you at the speed of light, face flushed red in embarrassment.

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"And just so you know, user5896370 I can fuck my girl. Y/N was joking." Lando pointed amusingly at the comment, looking at the screen angrily while you covered your face laughing.

You pulled him back up on the chair a few minutes ago and he condemned you to sitting on his lap for "accusations. false accusations". You were trying to teach your original viewers the knitting patterns you were using for the exclusive plushies you were selling on your store.

Lando wrapped his arms around your waist watching you make the little turtle. He couldn't help but admire your concentration and love for the hobby as you explained your tricks and advice, answering a few questions here and there.

"Since Lan's here, I might try making his McLaren. I always wanted to try that." That caught his full attention. He leaned his chin on his shoulder, watching you assemble a mini orange formula one car with the number four on the sides.

He could help but press the occasional kisses to your cheek, pulling you further up in his lap. "I never thought I'd be jealous of a bunch of strings." You laughed, snuggling in his back a little more roughly. "Y/N!" He whined shaking you sideways making you laugh harder.

"You're evil." He pulled you to face him, your smile facing his frown. "You love me." You whispered sweetly, pecking his lips. "You are one mean-" "Okay!" You claped your hands together, cutting off the now angry Lando.

"Lando is being a baby and I have to treat him like the three-year-old he is." You leaned forward of the table waving good bye. "Hehe." You turned around, straddling your boyfriend's lap once the stream ended, wriggling on his hard on.

He gripped you waist tightly, grinding you on his boner as he continued to glare at you. "I'm sorry, baby." You tilted your head leaning your forehead on his. Your hand trailed down to his twitching tent, unzipping his pants and releaving the tightness.

"I'll give you a reward." You offered kissing his cheek softly, trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and neck as if he was a fragile Greek statue, successfully pulling a hum from his throat.

[dreamauri]

ik this is like suuuper unrealistic and impossible for f1 but its fanfiction so shhhtjrfh, imagine like rookie f1 driver who's not even 18 yet but theyre still in f1 bcs theyre just that good like they lap everyoneee in f2 and f3 so they had to put her in f1, and she's crazy good like better than verstappen type good and everyone thought she'd be scared of the new attention on her but she's pretty confident but not in a cocky way yk

i've had this idea for some time now, and im finally starting to write it. it wont be exactly the same as you described, but i made her pretty confident and fast. the 18 thing i couldn't do a 100%. but yes, keep a head up for that, either gonna post the first chapter tonight or sometime tmrrr?

thank you for choosing auriellus airlines <3 please enjoy our complementary stupid driver pics

[dreamauri]

I discovered your work now through "𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗦𝗩𝟱" and damn your writing is perfect, I loved it from beginning to end, I needed to congratulate you for this great work, I hope to see you writing more fics with Sebastian <3

GIRL. IM- NO WORDS. im so glad you loved it though, i was scared it was gonna come out like shit bc i was running on 5 cans of redbull at 2 am. thank you so much tho, i really appreciate it and again im so so happy you liked it. made my hole life tbh.

taking about sebby and next works with him. i was thinking, would you guys like fluff with Aston Martin seb? or something similar to "baby, look my way" or not. or maybe more dark seb?

[dreamauri]

what made you fall in love with formula one?

AAAA!!

okokok, when i was younger in 2011, our classes were colour coded, my class was blue. every Sunday, our grade (which was like 4 classes) would gather and watch a sport. on September 11, we watched the Italian gp. and since my class was blue we were cheering for the blue cars, redbull. I was practically in love with vettel since i saw him battel that day, i thought he was amazing👍