#Landoscar fic

[ipleadbritney]

🎄heater and ac machine

Lando/Oscar, T, 1.1k magical realism, mild holiday fic, fluff

“Is it true? That you're a heater?�� Oscar's mind beeps and boops, blanking out. He's been through every version of this conversation, it seems like, since his powers manifested. But it's Lando asking. His new teammate. Or, three Decembers in Lando and Oscar's shared history.

DECEMBER 2022

“Is it true? That you're a heater?”

Oscar's mind beeps and boops, blanking out. He's been through every version of this conversation, it seems like, since his powers manifested. 

But it's Lando asking. His new teammate.

(Well, Oscar's the new one isn't he? Lando's his first teammate. His first Formula One teammate. Oscar's.)

“And an AC machine, yes,” Oscar answers, keeping the bite out of his voice. It's not exactly Lando's fault that Oscar didn't get eight-plus hours of sleep, or that the Quirk briefing the team put together is seven pages of technical shit. No wonder Lando didn't read it.

If he had, he wouldn't be half as surprised now. “Two Quirks?” Lando asks, mouth open.

“I guess? Hot and cold go together anyway.” Oscar doesn't explain how it's actually one Quirk, splitting his body perfectly into two. He's unsure how to explain it in the first place. 

He's never done anything flashy with his powers, never been allowed to experiment with it. Max is still being asked about the time he made it storm on-track, when he was about 13 or 14. Oscar's Quirk manifested late, well into his teens. By that point, he had to take extra lessons and precautions so it wouldn't affect his racing. 

For all intents and purposes, he's a heater and an AC machine. That's all there is to him.

“That's cool,” Lando says. 

“Cool and hot.” 

Lando grins. “Yeah, cool and hot.”

Lando asks Oscar a little bit more about his Quirk, how he balances it in the car, if his diet is affected by the temps. Oscar can tell Lando's not really interested in his answers. It's probably nothing personal, Mark had told him. Lando's Quirkless. Doubt he'll talk regulations with you.

Esteban talked regs with Oscar. Fernando, too. 

After a respectful amount of time has passed, Lando returns to his spot on the other side of the room. They're on standby for an interview, a fluffed-up piece about McLaren betting everything on two young guys. Oscar wonders if there'll be a hidden jab about Daniel again, like how it's been the last couple months. 

Oscar rubs his hands together. No good thinking about Daniel, even if he's pretty sure he saw a cart full of DR3 merch wheeled out earlier. 

He activates his left side, just enough to soothe his nerves.

There's a squeak, somewhere in Lando's area.

“You alright there, mate?” Oscar asks.

Lando's head goes up and down. “Uh-huh.”

He probably hates me, Oscar thinks. 

DECEMBER 2023

“Scooch over,” Lando says, practically collapsing on Oscar's lap.

“Uh, hello to you too, Lando.” Oscar looks at Alex, who has just delivered Lando to their booth, for any explanation.

Alex shrugs. “He almost threw up on me. Excuse his behaviour please.”

Oscar chuckles at that. “Somebody's celebrating too much?”

Lando lifts his head up, glaring at Oscar. “Have to drink for two people, don't I? Are you even out with us?”

“I'm literally here.”

“Barely. Where did you disappear after shots with Max?”

That was, what, like an hour ago? More than? Oscar's had three drinks since. He chatted with Yuki and Pierre for a time but dipped out when they went into the dance floor.

“Just hanging out,” Oscar says, “talking to people.”

“People that's not me.” Lando pouts. He adjusts positions, still dangerously close to Oscar. Lando drapes his leg over Oscar's lap and keeps a firm grasp on Oscar's waist. 

Oscar might just overheat.

Lando's in no better condition. His face is red and so is the exposed part of his chest. Is his shirt unbuttoned less?

“You can switch to my right ride,” Oscar offers before he can rationalise his decision. He's on the right side of fuzzy, too.

Lando hasn't yet asked Oscar directly for any Quirk-related favours, but he always sits on whichever side he needs the most. Says Oscar runs half-hot and half-cold even without activating his Quirk. Oscar doesn't mind being used as a heater and an AC, when it's Lando. 

Lando perks up. “Oh, yeah, your cool one?”

Oscar helps Lando maneuver his way. It's nowhere near graceful. Lando almost falls three times.

They somehow make it work. Lando ends up tucked under Oscar's right arm, with Oscar getting a mouthful of Lando's curls. 

“Tell me if it's too cold,” Oscar manages to mumble. Lando must've heard him because he nods against his chest. 

“I think I need to wash my eyes,” Alex says. 

“Boo,” Lando says.

DECEMBER 2024

“Oh, that's fucking adorable. I outdid myself, Osc.”

Oscar looks up from the gift he's currently wrapping and sees Lando doing a considerably much better job at his holiday duties. “Lan, that's— wow.”

“I know! Trick is you put enough balls and pray it'll work.”

Oscar snorts. Lando rolls his eyes.

“Ha ha, like you wouldn't make the same joke about it,” Oscar teases. He uncurls himself from the floor, wanting to take a closer look at their Christmas tree. 

Lando combined their helmet colors on the tree— and sure, it's neon, fluoro, and something straight out of a ten-year-old kid's drawing, but it is fucking adorable. It's so sickeningly them. 

“Wait, let's see it all lit up.” Lando plugs the neon lights. “And turn off the lights so we can…”

Lando stumbles past the gift boxes, grasping for the light switch. Oscar wants to tell him to put his safety first, his dramatics second. But Lando has that glint in his eyes, glitter on his nose, and Oscar's heart in his hands. 

The room goes dark, save for the corner now taken up by their neon tree. 

“My mum would hate it,” Oscar says, laughing.

Oscar shrugs and grins. “She loves me, anyway. Loves me more than you.”

All these mentions of love have Oscar stepping into Lando's airspace, holding him by his waist, and kissing him, soft and slow. Lando tastes like chocolate. Oscar's favourite.

Lando shivers, pulling back a bit. 

“Cold?” Oscar asks. Lando's apartment doesn't have the best heating. He hasn't had it fixed yet, citing race schedule and Oscar's own Quirk as excuses. 

Lando shakes his head. He presses close to Oscar, leaning slightly more on Oscar's left side. “I'm good right here.”

Lando kisses him this time, maybe just to prove how good it is, how good it can be. Oscar kisses back with an I know. 

For good measure though, he warms Lando up with his Quirk. Lando doesn't complain.

BONUS, DECEMBER 2024

“Isn't he freezing?” Sam asks. 

Oscar spares a glance at Lando. A shirtless Lando.

“Eh, he'll be fine.”

Lando squawks at that. “Aren't you concerned about me, Osc? Poor me who lost his shirt and sweater and beanie and socks?”

Oscar's more concerned at Lando's sorry poker skills. Lando can't be let loose in Vegas.

“You should've switched seats with me earlier,” Oscar tells him. 

“I didn't know we'd be playing strip poker.”

Sam raises his hands in defense. “I didn't know you'd be this bad at it!”

“He's usually not,” Oscar says. 

Lando just smiles, rubs his cheeks on Oscar's shoulders.

Sam groans.

[fairielux]

I know I haven't talked about this project but i'm in dire need of validation, so here is a snippet from the festive landoscar fic i'm working on.

the main tags are: restaurant owners landoscar, established relationship, domestic fluff, slice of life, married landoscar (cause i'm not a coward), and pastry chef oscar

any feedback you have is appreciated!! let's hope this sees the light of day lol

"Lando's brain needs a minute to catch up to whatever is going on with the pins and the budget - he makes his way around George and Alex to search for Oscar. Greeting his husband first, pin crisis later. They usually make their way to their restaurant together, but Oscar left earlier today. Something about trying out a new dessert recipe for their New Years' special menu. He finds his husband at his usual station, wiping the smooth steel surface down, he must have finished whatever he was experimenting with already. Lando can't say he isn't disappointed, Oscar has been quite secretive about this new recipe, Lando hoped to find out more today. His train of thoughts gets interrupted when he sees Oscar rounding the station to make his way to him. Lando smiles at him, soft, and utters a quiet hello before placing a peck on Oscar's cheek. Oscar wraps his arms around Lando's waist before pulling him in for a chaste kiss. When they break apart, Lando looks at him funny, a little confused even. When the restaurant opened, they agreed to keep public affection to the minimum, not because they didn't want their coworkers to know, rather to stay as professional as possible. Plus his husband isn't the biggest fan of it either.

"What was that for?" He asks, with a hint of surprise in his voice. Even after all these years, Oscar can still surprise him. Instead of answering, Oscar points above them with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Still confused, Lando looks above their had just to find - "Is that mistletoe? Osc?"

His husband just smiles at him, sheepish. "I had to. Rules are rules" and with that he turns around to go back to his station, leaving Lando to stand there until he is forcibly dragged away by George, Alex and their pin crisis."

[jsunzy]

check this out 😈 ch 7, ch 8

a very very very very very big thank you to @twinkodium for getting my thoughts in check and helping my indecisiveness 😋

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar

Summary: When you take an edible chocolate with your boyfriends it has an unexpected side effect. Warnings: 18+ only, edibles, smut, oral (both), mmf. WC: 2. 3k

The box looked inconspicuous enough. 

Oscar turned the packaging over and read through the ingredients while you and Lando opened three individually wrapped treats. They looked like any other boutique chocolate you had tried but this one promised more than a sugar high. 

“Bottoms up,” Lando said with a grin. 

You tapped your square of chocolate against his with a reciprocal smile. “I hope so.” 

You both bit into the treats and moaned at the decadent richness that coated your tongue. You couldn’t even taste the drug that would absorb slowly into your system, leaving you with a long lasting high that would surely make the boring dinner party better. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” you hummed as you licked your fingers clean and found Lando had finished his too. 

Oscar chuckled as he saw a spot of chocolate in the corner of Lando’s lips and kissed it clean before grabbing his own piece. “We normally take half.”

“You’ve never been to this event before, trust me, you’ll need a whole one,” Lando assured him, taking the chocolate and guiding it to Oscar’s parted lips himself. 

Your body started to heat in response to the small sounds Oscar made as Lando fed him. “Why are you two teasing me? You know we don’t have time to play before the car gets here.”

Reluctantly, Oscar pulled away and swallowed his mouthful before returning to pack up the box. He opened the box again and put the few remaining wrappers back in, before noticing the instruction booklet under the tray. “Uh, guys, I don’t think this was weed,” he mutters.

“What do you mean?” Lando said with a laugh. “This is the box Daniel said to get.”

“Wait, Danny?” You hoped you hadn’t heard correctly. “The same Danny who has been trying to get back at you for the prank in Vegas?”

Lando laughed and shook his head, but realisation seemed to slowly dawn on his face and he snatched the box out of Oscar’s hands. His eyes scanned across the page of tiny disclaimers until it fluttered with his shaking hands. 

“What did you give us, Lando?” you asked as you looked between both of your boyfriends. “Osc?”

“Okay, so, don’t panic,” Oscar’s words immediately made your heart start pumping faster and he pulled you into his arms to draw soothing circles over your back. “It’s fine, baby. You might just feel a little…”

“What?”

“Horny,” Lando answered for him before he couldn’t suppress his laugh any longer. “I’m going to get him for this.”

“You don’t sound very worried,” you said to Lando before looking at Oscar. Obviously, he was never one to worry so he just shrugged.

“I’ll take care of you if you need it,” he promised.

—

“I can’t tell if this is the chocolate or me,” you grumbled as you sat between your boyfriends in the backseat of the car. Your hands gripped their thighs in an effort to keep them from roaming any higher, but it was a losing battle. 

“That’s just you, baby, it said it could take an hour to kick in,” Lando said, fiddling with his tie again. “Why do these have to be so tight?”

“He says it like he didn’t asked to be choked last night,” Oscar chuckled, reaching over your shoulder to tuck the tie back under his collar. “Now relax.”

“That was the plan,” Lando said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill Danny.”

“Worry about that later, we’re here.”

You accepted Oscar’s hand and stepped out after him to the flash of cameras. It was hard not to feel inadequate when you were standing beside two of the most handsome men you had ever met, but when they curled their arms around your waist and whispered sweet words the worry fell away. 

“You look so beautiful, darling,” Lando said softly as he brushed his lips over your cheek. “I’m having a hard time keeping this PG-13.”

Oscar caught his finger under Lando’s chin and turned his hungry eyes away from you. “Stop looking at each other like that, you’re not the only one having a hard time,” he groaned. You couldn’t help glancing down his body but the black suit pants hid the ‘hard time’ he was growing in them. “Stop looking at me like that,” he warned. 

“I can’t help that I am infatuated with you two,” you said innocently, a sweet smile drawing his attention to your kissable lips. “Tsk, tsk, stop looking at me like that, Osc. Have some self control.”

Lando laughed and led you away from Osc as he tipped his head back with a silent prayer to survive the evening with his brats. When he had his composure back, he scanned the area for you but in those short seconds you and Lando had disappeared into the busy venue. “Fuck,” he groaned before beginning his search.

The crowd of businessmen swallowed you whole and it was only Lando’s hand that kept you from being swept away as he followed the bodies into the venue. His stiff back that you tucked in behind was the only outward sign that he hated the event but it was a night that couldn’t be avoided as McLaren needed investors to continue its growth. 

“Drink, love?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Only if it’s strong,” you winked. He smirked before suddenly changing direction and towing you towards the bar. “Shit!”

Lando turned quicker than your eyes could follow and he was glaring at the shocked stranger who stared at the damp splash in your dress. It would have made you laugh if the dress wasn’t worth more than your monthly pay and currently freezing from the icy drink that now decorated your bodice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the man apologised. 

“You didn’t see her?” Lando asked in disbelief. He couldn't understand how anyone could miss the most beautiful person in the room. 

“It-it’s just water,” he stammered as he reached to brush the water drops away but Lando caught his wrist before he could touch you. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said as you peered around for the bathrooms before spotting the arrow pointing down a hall. “Come on, Lan.”

“Watch where you are going next time,” Lando imparted the advice as he turned with you, feeling your elbow nudge into his ribs at the attitude. “What? There is no way he didn’t see you. Everyone else can’t take their eyes off you.”

You rolled your eyes at the idea and stepped into the room as he opened the door for you. “It’s you they are staring at,” you corrected.

He slipped inside the powder room behind you and checked the attached room for the toilet was empty before he attacked. His lips threatened to ruin your makeup as he pinned you between his body and the wall, grinding himself along your front until your eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t see what I do,” he murmured between his heated kisses to your neck. His hand ran up your thigh, finding the slit in the dress so it could climb higher and brush the edge of your panties. “So fucking sexy and everyone knows you’re mine.”

A throat cleared and your eyes flew open to see Oscar leaning back against the door, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched the show unfold. “Yours?” he taunted as he snapped the lock into place.

“Ours,” Lando accentuated with his usual sass that had Oscar pushing off from the door and crossing the distance in two long strides. 

Desire was pooling at your core as you watched Oscar’s hand envelope Lando’s throat and pull him closer. Their lips collided with a fierce need to determine dominance and Lando tried to fight it before he succumbed to Oscar with a moan. Satisfied, Oscar pulled back to see Lando’s pupils blown out and a breathy whimper escaped his swollen lips. 

“You are both mine,” Oscar clarified before his eyes danced over your body and noticed the wet material. “What happened?”

“Some idiot spilt his drink on her.”

Oscar grabbed a hand towel from the shelf and started to dab away as much moisture as he could but every brush of the material sent little bolts of lightning across your body. Suddenly it felt like your body was on fire and you bit your lip as the flames reached your core.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as the last touch caught the underside of your beast and it felt heavy with need. “Do that again, please.”

Lando was feeling the same heated effects course through his veins as the chocolates reacted with his body. “I think it’s been an hour,” he chuckled, reaching for the stiff peak he could see pressing against the thin material of your dress. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your nipple and hummed at the sound you made for him. 

Oscar abandoned the cloth and sank to his knees on the tiles. He swore he could smell your sweet arousal, the mouthwatering scent driving him insane as he bunched your dress up and kissed your core over the lace. The ax of time hung over your head as you all knew the dinner was about to begin but you didn’t care  the moment you looked down at Oscar’s eyes. 

“Just a quickie,” he agreed as he read your mind. Lando crushed his lips against yours as Oscar pushed your panties aside and tasted you with a languid swipe of his tongue. One boyfriend made you cry out and the other stole the sound with his kiss. Your hands tangled their hair, feeling the different textures between your fingers as you deepened the kiss and rocked your hips against Oscar’s face.

“Fuck,” Lando groaned at the pretty sight. “I’m so unbelievably hard right now.” He grabbed your hand to prove his words and you stroked his length over his trousers. “I don’t know if I want to kill Danny anymore.”

Oscar laughed against your clit and the vibration curled your toes in your heels and you cried out at the sensation. The sound cut through Lando’s amusement and his belt snapped open, his trousers falling just enough to free his cock. Your hand wrapped around him and he covered your hand with his, guiding you up and down in long slow strokes. 

“We are going to make a mess of your dress, baby,” Lando moaned as he felt his orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly thanks to the chocolate. You barely heard him as your own impending release hazed your mind but Oscar thought quick enough to pull away. Your body missed his mouth instantly but your cunt clenched at the sight of him taking Lando’s cock deep in his throat. “Fuck, Osc, that’s it, babe.”

You could hardly breathe as you watched Lando’s jaw clench and he shuddered as he spilled himself in Oscar’s mouth. Your boyfriend’s throat bounced as stood up and he swallowed the mouthful down, leaving Lando to sag against the wall while he recovered. 

“You missed a spot,” you said as you leant in and caught the drop of cum that clung to the corner of his lips. A soft hum reverberated as you shared the taste with a kiss and you pressed yourself against him to feel just how much he was feeling the drug too. “Need a hand?”

“Not quite,” he smirked, turning you around to face Lando. “Hold on.”

Lando reached out and you gripped his forearms as Oscar bundled your dress up in one hand and pushed your panties aside again with the other. He gave no warning before he sheathed himself deep inside your cunt and you buried your face in Lando’s chest with a gasp. You felt impossibly full before he snapped his hips back and then buried himself in you, over and over, an unrelenting pace that quickly brought back the edge of your orgasm.

Your cries were muffled by Lando’s dress shirt and your nails threatened to rip the expensive jacket he wore as you were rocked by your release that came so suddenly white spots danced across your vision. For a second your body was disconnected from your mind and the two only collided back together when Oscar joined you, warmth pooling in your core as he filled it with his seed. 

“Wooow,” Oscar chuckled as he pulled out and combed a hand through his hair. “That shit is strong.”

“At least we have something to take the edge off,” Lando said, before tossing the hand towel to Oscar. Oscar ran the towel under the warm tap and carefully cleaned up the mess he made before he pulled your panties back into place and let your dress fall around your unsteady legs. 

Oscar curled a brow at his boyfriend and the glint in his eye that said he expected a few more stops to this room during the night. “Let’s try to make it back to the hotel next time.”

“No promises,” he said with a wink. “Now, shall we go and sit through a bunch of old man speeches and try not to fall asleep?”

You looked down at your dress and found the wet patch had dried considerably, so much that it wouldn’t even be noticeable in the dim lights of the hall. “You still owe me a drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lando gave you a salute and unlocked the door, opening it to an empty corridor. “A strong one. Osc?”

“No, thank you, one of us has to be responsible.”

Lando looked at you, his lips barely suppressing the grin on his face. “He says it like he didn’t just fuck you in a bathroom.”

[edensxgarden]

landoscar hires their girl as their personal assistant so she will quit her job and travel with them 🪼🪼🪼

Im sorry but i just COULDN'T help but turn this into dark!landoscar 💔. 

Lando and Oscar who love their girlfriend so, so much. They were so beyond obsessed with her and they would never even dream about doing ANYTHING to ever hurt her. 

Except.. maybe they could and maybe they actually were planning something that would definitely, definitely hurt you but.. in the end it would all be for the better!!! 

It all started when you missed a mclaren 1-2 because you just couldn't miss some important bullshit at work and they had to end the race weekend with their painfully aching cocks thrusting up into their hands instead of into you. 

So they decided on something very evil together on the way home, something they knew they should feel guilty for but they really couldn't bring themselves to care. 

So as soon as they got home they made a note to fill your needy cunt up so many times, your tight hole was literally pushing out their cum as you squeezed around their tongues, whimpering and whining out your little praises and congratulations between desperate pleas of their names. 

And once they were finally done with you, they tucked you in, kissing your forehead and letting you doze off, all innocent smiles and cuddles. 

But once you were finally out, Oscar grabbed your phone from the bedside table, quickly finding the your boss' number and sending the most heinous things he could possibly think of before handing the phone to Lando to do the same. 

So it was more than expected when you got home the next day hours early, sobbing about being fired, how you didn't even understand what you did. 

Good thing they deleted the messages. 

Oscar took you into his big strong arms as lando pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, both of them cooing about how everything will be ok. 

It took a few hours before lando finally slipped the idea into conversation, lightheartedly mentioning how at least now you could come to their races with them. 

You quickly realized, maybe it was all for the better. You could depend on your boyfriends, they had more than enough money to support you. You didn't need to have a job, you could always rely on them. 

You went to bed, tears dried and heart full, so beyond grateful for your sweet boyfriends who were always there for you <3 

And the next time oscar and lando got a 1-2, they had you there cheering them on and giving them something much better to come back to the hotel to. 

Lando gripped your hips from behind, using his bruising hold on you to slam his hips into you, until his dick was so deep inside you, his leaky tip was drooling in your tummy. 

And oscar was so deep in your throat, you were drooling and sputtering as his hands in your hair moved in tandem with landos to push you up and down their fat cocks.

 You were so cockdrunk. Your brain was so hazy and broken and your eyes were so teary, you couldn't even notice the little smirk lando and oscar gave eachother. They both smugly looked at eachother, knowing you would never ever know the way they flipped your entire life upside down. Now, you could forever be their sweet little cockslut, completely and utterly dependent on them forever. <3 

[utopiastri]

you're always on my team

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, archive-locked, chapters 3/3

Lando DID U GIVE HIM MY NUMBER Max i gave him your number Lando MAX Max I THINK YOU’LL LIKE HIM Lando I DONT WANT TO LIKE HIM I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS

aka the landoscar texting fic where max does. the Strangest matchmaking known to man (not least because he's not even intentionally matchmaking lmao)

[mythicalmaven]

Helping Hand - LN4 x OP81

Masterlist ↳pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri ↳word count: 3,7K ↳summary: Oscar couldn't seem to get himself off for some reason, so even though they're just friends, Lando offered to help him out by giving him a blow job ↳warnings: sexually frustrated oscar, handjob, blowjob, sexuality crisis, basically lando offering to give oscar a blowjob to fix his frustration, bisexual!lando, oscar realizing he might be bisexual

The walls between their driver rooms were thin. Lando had known that ever since McLaren had put them next to each other, but tonight it was more apparent than ever. From his own room, he could hear muffled sounds coming from Oscar’s, something that sounded like a mix of frustration and… something else. Lando frowned, setting his phone down and tilting his head toward the sound. It wasn’t anger—it wasn’t the usual post-race debrief stress. It was something more primal, something that made Lando’s curiosity stir.

He stood, wandering to the adjoining door and listening again. Yeah, definitely frustration. Quiet curses, the sound of something hitting the floor, a sharp inhale. Lando’s brows furrowed as he knocked lightly on the door.

“Osc, you in there?”

There was a long pause, the sounds abruptly stopping. “What?”

Lando hesitated. “Everything alright in there, mate?”

A beat. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Lando could hear the tension in Oscar’s voice. He wasn’t fine. Something was bugging him. With a deep breath, Lando knocked again. “You're definitely not okay, I’m coming in.”

He turned the handle and stepped inside. Oscar was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face flushed and hands fidgeting in his lap. He barely glanced up as Lando entered, clearly embarrassed by something.

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Oscar muttered, but Lando wasn’t buying it. The room smelled faintly of sweat, the air heavy with a tension that wasn’t just post-race exhaustion.

Lando leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’ve been pacing and… I dunno, frustrated about something?”

Oscar shifted, his cheeks flushing even more, and Lando couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked to the floor, avoiding eye contact. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Mate, come on. You can tell me. What’s going on?”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s stupid, alright? I don’t want to talk about it.”

Lando pushed off the doorframe, closing the door behind him, stepping closer towards the younger driver “Well, if it’s got you this worked up, it can’t be that stupid.” He tilted his head, watching Oscar carefully. The way his leg bounced nervously, the way his hands twitched—it wasn’t just annoyance. There was something deeper, something that had been eating at him for a while. “Oscar… what is it?”

There was a long pause, and Lando could see Oscar debating whether to tell him. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Oscar rubbed his face with his hands. “Fine. There’s something going on. But I’m telling you, it’s honestly really dumb.”

Lando sat down next to him, leaning in slightly. “Try me.”

Oscar hesitated again, his face bright red. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to find the right words. “I… I’ve just been really, uh, frustrated lately. Like… sexually frustrated.”

Lando blinked, surprised at the admission. He hadn’t expected that. “Oh.”

Oscar shifted awkwardly on the bed, his face growing even redder. “I don’t know what it is, but for the last few weeks, I just… I can’t get myself off. I get hard, I get horny, but I just… I can’t finish the job. No matter what I try.”

Lando’s eyes widened slightly, glancing down for a brief moment before realizing what Oscar meant. So that’s what this was about. His eyes flickered down to Oscar’s lap, noticing the faint outline of a bulge in his fireproofs. Oscar was obviously trying to hide it, but now that Lando knew what was going on, he could see the tension in Oscar’s body, the frustration in his clenched fists.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so let me get this straight. You're so agitated right now, because you can't make yourself cum?"

Oscar’s silence was enough of an answer, and Lando’s gaze lingered on the noticeable bulge in Oscar’s lap. It was clear he’d been trying to take care of it on his own, but nothing was working.

Oscar flushed even deeper, his head dropping. “Yeah… it’s been like this for weeks now. I always used to just get off after races, you know? The adrenaline and everything. But lately… nothing. I get so fucking hard it hurts, but I can’t get there. It’s driving me mad.”

Lando felt a pang of sympathy mixed with something else, something he couldn’t quite name yet. He nodded slowly, thinking. “And there’s no one else to, y’know, help out since you and Lily broke up?”

Oscar sighed, shaking his head. “No. And I’m fine with that, really. I don’t miss her or anything, but… I can’t even get myself off. It’s honestly getting annoying.”

There was a beat of silence, the tension between them palpable. Lando glanced at Oscar’s lap again, noticing the way his erection strained against his fireproofs, the outline more obvious now that Oscar had admitted to it. Lando swallowed, an idea forming in the back of his mind. It was risky, but…

“Well,” Lando began slowly, his tone careful, “sometimes your own hand isn’t enough, you know? Maybe you just need a different kind of help.”

Oscar looked up, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

Lando hesitated, then leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping. “I mean… I could help you out. If you want. I could… take care of it for you.”

Oscar blinked, his eyes widening as Lando’s words sank in. “What? Lando, I don’t… I don’t swing your way. You know that, right?”

Lando smiled slightly, keeping his tone casual. “You don’t have to be into guys to enjoy a blowjob, Oscar. Just close your eyes and pretend it's a girl.” He shrugged, leaning back slightly. “It could help you get rid of the tension, and if you don’t like it, we’ll pretend it never happened.”

Oscar looked torn, his gaze flickering to Lando’s face and then down to his lap again. His dick twitched at the thought, and Lando could see the hesitation in his eyes—the arousal stirring even though Oscar wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I don’t know, man… wouldn’t it be weird?” Oscar asked, his voice quiet, uncertain, yet the mere idea of finally finding release made his dick twitch.

Lando kept his tone light, shrugging again. “I don’t mind. I like giving head, and it might help you. It’s a win-win, really. Plus, if it doesn’t work, no big deal.”

Oscar swallowed hard, clearly battling with himself. The tension in his body was obvious, the way his erection pressed against his fireproofs, the way his breath hitched slightly. He was turned on by the idea, even if he didn’t fully realize it yet.

After a long moment, Oscar let out a shaky breath, rubbing his face with his hands. “Fuck… alright. I’m so desperate, I’ll try anything at this point.”

Lando’s heart skipped a beat at the agreement, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He shifted on the bed, moving closer to Oscar as the tension between them grew thicker, more charged.

Lando could feel the shift in the air between them, a heavy tension settling as Oscar’s shaky agreement hung in the room. He could tell Oscar was still hesitant, but beneath that hesitation was something more—a need for relief, for release, that Oscar hadn’t been able to find on his own. Lando leaned closer, his voice soft, careful not to spook him.

“Alright,” Lando said, keeping his tone light. “Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar nodded, though the tension in his body was still clear. His eyes darted nervously to the door, then back to Lando, his fingers flexing on the bedspread. He was anxious, unsure, but the bulge in his fireproofs told Lando everything he needed to know—Oscar’s body was already reacting to the idea, even if his mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Lando moved closer, his hand brushing lightly against Oscar’s knee, testing the waters. “If it gets too weird, just tell me to stop, alright?”

Oscar swallowed hard, nodding again. His voice was barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

Lando could feel the heat radiating off Oscar’s body, the flush of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Slowly, carefully, Lando’s hand moved from Oscar’s knee, sliding up his thigh, his fingers brushing over the fabric of the fireproofs, feeling the tension in Oscar’s muscles.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his eyes flicking to Lando’s hand as it moved higher, closer to the straining bulge in his lap. He was visibly tense, his body stiff as Lando’s fingers grazed over the outline of his erection, light and teasing.

“You’re already so worked up,” Lando murmured, his voice low, a soft smile tugging at his lips as Oscar flushed even deeper. He could feel the way Oscar’s body responded to his touch, the way his hips twitched involuntarily.

“Yeah…” Oscar muttered, his voice strained. “It’s been like this for hours. Just… can’t do anything about it.”

Lando’s hand pressed a little more firmly, cupping Oscar through the fabric. He felt the hardness beneath his palm, the way Oscar’s cock twitched at the contact, and a quiet groan escaped Oscar’s lips, barely audible.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Lando said softly, leaning in just a little more. “Just let me help you.”

Oscar’s breath came in shallow pants, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as Lando slowly pulled down the waistband of his fireproofs. Oscar shifted, lifting his hips slightly to help, though his face was still flushed with uncertainty. Lando could see it in his eyes—the battle between embarrassment and the desperate need for release.

Lando tugged the fireproofs down just enough to free Oscar’s cock, and his breath hitched at the sight. Oscar was rock hard, his erection curving up against his stomach, the skin flushed and sensitive. Lando’s hand hovered for a moment, watching Oscar’s reaction, gauging how far to take this.

Oscar’s eyes were shut tightly, his breathing uneven, and Lando could see the tension in his jaw, the way he was trying to stay calm despite the obvious arousal flooding his system.

“You alright?” Lando asked, his hand lightly brushing over Oscar’s thigh again.

Oscar nodded, his voice shaky. “Yeah… just… feels weird.”

Lando smiled softly. “Weird, but good?”

Oscar’s lips twitched, and after a beat, he nodded again. “Yeah. Good.”

Lando’s hand wrapped around Oscar’s cock, his fingers stroking lightly at first, just enough to make Oscar gasp softly. His hips jerked slightly at the contact, and Lando took that as a sign to continue, his strokes becoming a little firmer, a little more purposeful.

Oscar let out a low groan, his head falling back against the wall as Lando’s hand moved over him, the tension in his body slowly melting into something else—something closer to pleasure.

“Fuck…” Oscar muttered under his breath, his hands still gripping the bed, his hips twitching involuntarily with each stroke. “That… feels good.”

Lando smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of Oscar’s cock, teasing the sensitive tip. “Told you. Sometimes you just need someone else to help out.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in Lando’s hand. “Yeah, well… this is definitely… different.”

Lando’s strokes slowed for a moment as he glanced up at Oscar’s flushed face. “Different how?”

Oscar let out a shaky breath, his hips jerking slightly. “Just… feels better. Better than when… I’ve done it before.”

Lando’s eyes darkened slightly at that, a thrill running through him as he realized Oscar was enjoying this—more than he probably wanted to admit. “Good to know.”

He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin of Oscar’s cock. Oscar’s entire body tensed at the sensation, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what Lando was about to do.

“Lando…” Oscar muttered, his voice tight, uncertain. “Are you sure…?”

Lando glanced up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of reassurance and something more—something teasing. “Just relax, alright? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar’s breath hitched again, but he nodded, his body already betraying him as his cock twitched again, responding to the idea of what Lando was about to do.

Lando didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against the tip of Oscar’s cock, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. Oscar let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice trembling. “Lando…”

Lando smirked, his lips wrapping around the head of Oscar’s cock, sucking gently. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a choked moan escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his composure.

Lando’s tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and Oscar let out another soft moan, his hips bucking slightly. Lando took him deeper, his mouth sliding down the length of Oscar’s cock, his hand still stroking the base as he bobbed his head slowly, building up a rhythm.

Oscar’s hands flew to Lando’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft curls as his body reacted to the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, Lando… that’s… fuck…”

Lando hummed around Oscar’s cock, sending vibrations through him that made Oscar’s breath hitch even more. His hips bucked again, the tension in his body increasing as Lando’s mouth worked him expertly.

Oscar was trying so hard to stay quiet, to stifle his moans, but it was becoming impossible. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong, and he couldn’t control the noises spilling from his lips. Each moan, each gasping breath, was louder than the last, and Lando could feel the way Oscar’s body trembled with each movement.

Lando’s hand tightened around the base of Oscar’s cock, his mouth working faster now, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with each upward stroke. Oscar’s grip on Lando’s hair tightened, his body writhing as he tried to hold back, tried to stay composed, but it was no use.

“Fuck… just like that… don’t stop,” Oscar moaned, his voice breaking slightly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how different this was from anything he’d ever experienced before. There was something about the way Lando’s mouth felt around him, the way his tongue moved, the way his hands knew exactly how to touch him—it was better than any blowjob he’d ever had, and that realization sent a jolt of confusion through him.

Why does this feel so good? Oscar thought, his mind spinning even as his body responded to every sensation. He had told himself to close his eyes, to pretend it was a girl, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. Every time he tried to imagine it was someone else, his mind brought him right back to Lando, to the way Lando’s lips looked wrapped around his cock, to the way Lando’s hand gripped him with such precision.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his hips bucking as he realized something—he didn’t want it to be a girl. He wanted it to be Lando.

The thought hit him like a truck, and before he could stop himself, Oscar moaned, loud and broken. “Lando… fuck… Lando…”

Oscar’s moan, the way his voice trembled as he said Lando’s name, sent a jolt of electricity through Lando. It wasn’t just the sound, though that was enough to spur him on—it was the realization that Oscar wasn’t pretending anymore. Lando could feel the shift, the way Oscar’s hips moved more freely now, his grip tightening in Lando’s hair, no longer holding back.

Lando’s mouth moved with more purpose, taking Oscar deeper, his lips sliding down the length of him as his hand pumped the base. Oscar’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a choked moan as he struggled to keep his composure, but Lando could tell it was a losing battle.

“Fuck… Lando, I’m—” Oscar’s voice cracked, his hips jerking up as Lando’s mouth worked him relentlessly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with every stroke. He was close, teetering on the edge of release, and Lando could feel it in the way Oscar’s body tensed, the way his thighs trembled under his touch.

Oscar’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pleasure, the two battling for dominance as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. How is this so fucking good? He had never felt anything like this before—not with Lily, not with anyone. The way Lando’s mouth moved, the way his tongue teased him just right—it was too much, too good, and Oscar couldn’t deny it anymore.

Lando felt Oscar’s cock twitch in his mouth, the telltale sign that he was close. He pulled back slightly, his lips wrapping around just the tip as he sucked, his hand stroking the length in a steady rhythm. Oscar’s moans grew louder, his grip in Lando’s hair tightening painfully, but Lando didn’t mind. The way Oscar’s body responded, the way he was losing control—it only made Lando want to push him further.

“Lando… fuck… this feels so good..” Oscar gasped, his voice broken, desperate. His hips bucked up into Lando’s mouth, his body writhing on the bed as he fought against the inevitable. He could feel the release building inside him, the pleasure mounting with every stroke of Lando’s hand, every flick of his tongue.

Oscar’s mind raced, his thoughts spinning out of control. This is Lando… His best friend. His teammate. But none of that seemed to matter right now. All he could think about was how good it felt, how badly he needed this, and how much he wanted Lando to keep going.

“Fuck, I’m so close…” Oscar’s voice was strained, his words coming out in gasps as the tension in his body reached its peak. He could barely think straight, the pleasure overwhelming him as Lando’s mouth moved faster, his hand stroking harder "Please.. don't stop"

The sound of Oscar begging, the way his voice trembled with need, sent a rush of heat through Lando. He leaned in again, taking Oscar deep into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand moved faster. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a loud, broken moan escaping his lips as the pleasure finally overtook him.

“Fuck.. Lan.. I-I'm..” Oscar’s voice was raw, his words cut as he threw his head back against the wall as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Lando’s mouth as thick ropes of cum spilled out, coating Lando’s tongue. His hips jerked uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tensing as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Lando didn’t stop, his mouth and hand working together to milk every last drop from Oscar, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head as Oscar moaned and whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

Oscar’s mind was blank, his thoughts wiped away by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his body. All he could do was feel—feel Lando’s mouth on him, feel the way his body shook with each pulse of his orgasm, feel the way his heart pounded in his chest.

When it was finally over, when the last shuddering wave of pleasure had passed, Oscar collapsed back against the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His grip on Lando’s hair loosened, his hands falling limply to his sides as he lay there, completely spent.

Lando pulled back, swallowing the last remnants of Oscar’s release before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Oscar, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched his friend try to recover from the intensity of what had just happened.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. He blinked up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. “I think I liked that more than I’d like to admit.”

Lando chuckled softly, leaning back on his heels as he wiped his hands on his jeans. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

Oscar turned his head, meeting Lando’s gaze for the first time since he had finished. There was something different in his eyes now—a mixture of confusion and realization, as if something had finally clicked into place.

“I think I might be into guys…” Oscar said quietly, his voice uncertain but honest.

Lando grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That was about time. Glad you finally figured that out.”

Oscar let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, couldn’t believe how much he had enjoyed it. But there was no denying it now—this wasn’t just about needing release. This was about Lando.

“I wasn’t expecting this to ever happen.” Oscar admitted, his voice still a little shaky.

Lando leaned forward, resting his hand on Oscar’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “Neither was I. But… I’m not complaining.”

Oscar glanced down at Lando’s hand, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the touch. The tension that had once been so overwhelming, so frustrating, was gone now, replaced by something softer, something more… intimate.

“I guess I’m gonna have to rethink some things,” Oscar muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Lando laughed, giving Oscar’s thigh another squeeze before standing up. “Hey, take your time. No rush.”

Oscar nodded, still staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and clarity. He wasn’t sure what this meant for him, for them, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of relief. Not just physical, but emotional too.

“Thanks,” Oscar said softly, glancing up at Lando with a genuine smile. “I didn’t think I’d actually enjoy that… but I really did.”

Lando smirked, leaning down to ruffle Oscar’s hair playfully. “Told you. I’m good at what I do.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. “Yeah, well… don’t let it go to your head.”

Lando winked, turning to head toward the door. “Too late for that, mate.”

As Lando reached the door, Oscar called out after him, his voice a little more serious now. “Hey, Lando?”

Lando turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Oscar hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. Really.”

Lando’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Anytime, Oscar. Anytime.”

[ipleadbritney]

magic, crushes, and time warps

osctober day 25: magic

landoscar, magical realism, time travel, rough sequel to three-sixteenths

"Where's Oscinha?”

“Haven't heard that one in a while,” Oscar says, not looking up from his phone.

Lando plasters himself all over Oscar's back. “Where'd you hide the kid?”

Oscar finally gives Lando his full attention, doesn't fight Lando nuzzling into his neck. “First, he's not a kid. Second, why would I even hide him? Third, where would I even hide him?”

“You tell me,” Lando mumbles. “I had a short meeting and then he wasn't in the clinic. Nurses said McLaren staff fetched him.”

“Kim and Mark's probably talking to him. Calming him down.”

“He seemed pretty calm when I saw him. He's you, Osc. Of course he's calm.”

“You saw him from a distance, and he's 17. Nobody was calm when they were 17.”

“I thought you were,” Lando says. He slides into the space in front of Oscar. Their driver rooms weren't meant for this sort of acrobatics, but they make it work. Lando's also grown used to Oscar's magic in close quarters. No suppressor can fully erase magic that sharp.

Lando knows Oscar, knows his magic, and also knows when he's hiding something from him.

Lando pinches Oscar's cheeks and stares into his eyes. Almost gets lost in them, but. “You know where Oscinha is. Why won't you tell me?”

Oscar has the decency to look sheepish. “It was no use, huh?”

“No use at all.”

“Well,” Oscar clears his throat, “he is with Kim and Mark. They're in Andrea's office. He's overwhelmed, and his magic is a bit all over the place. I didn't have good control back then.”

Lando can't imagine a time when Oscar wasn't a textbook example of a responsible magic user. He's loyal to his suppressor, and apart from a few instances, he hasn't seen Oscar's magic get out of hand. “You didn't wear suppressors back then?”

“Whatever got him thrown into the future also messed up his suppressors. He's wearing one of my back-ups, but it isn't calibrated, and there's the whole not-supposed-to-be-here part that's difficult to deal with.”

Lando hums. “Makes sense."

Oscar rubs their hands together, one of his nervous tics. “The team said he's fine, and they also said it'd be best if we're kept apart. Too much tampering.”

Lando understands, as much as he can when he's never remotely experienced anything like this. It's not exactly common for the world to spit out a younger version of yourself right after FP2.

“I can talk to him, if you'd like,” Lando offers, softly. “I can see him, right? I'll check up on him and report back to you.”

Oscar's eyes widen. “You don't have to do that, Lan. I'm sure he's safe, and they'd tell me if anything— if I have to be there.”

“But you're worried. I can feel it.” Lando holds up their joined hands. “See?”

Oscar's worry is clearly etched on his face, and so is his hesitance.

“It's just me, Osc. I won't make fun of him.”

“I know you won't.”

“But?” Lando cares for Oscar. He cares for every version of him, past or present or future.

Oscar tips his head forward, curling into Lando. His voice is small when he says, “He has a crush on you.”

“What?”

“I told them to hide him from you, because he has a crush on you.”

If Lando's maths is right, and his tutors always said he fared better with numbers than with words, then. That would mean. Whoah. “You had a crush on me at 17?”

Did they even know each other that far back? Max had mentioned Oscar in passing, and several journalists asked Lando questions about this young gun in F3, F2, in Alpine reserves, but until Zak plopped him in front of Lando in 2022, he had no clue.

What did Lando look like at 19? Surely not hot enough.

“You had a crush on me at 19?” Lando repeats, unable to fight his giggles. “Osc, that's adorable.”

“It's really not. It was debilitating.”

Translation: Oscar was down bad.

“You told me you wouldn't make fun of him,” Oscar points out, mouth ticking downwards.

“I'm not! I'm honored.”

“You shouldn't be.”

The conversation goes back-and-forth until Jon comes knocking on Oscar's door, looking for them both. “Debrief's in five, and we're checking you both for any side effects caused by the time warp.”

When they step into the hallway, Lando reassures Oscar that everything will be fine. They’re no strangers to weird, powerful magic.

Lando lifts Oscar’s arm and puts it across his own shoulders, velcroing himself to Oscar’s side. Maybe his words won’t do much against Oscar’s spiraling thoughts, but he hopes Oscar feels warm and loved. Because Oscar is— loved. And Lando runs warmer than most people, so that’s a free heater already.

Whatever Lando was about to say next— another proclamation of love or a jab at Oscar’s teenage dreams —dries at his throat. There’s a prickle at the back of his head. Raw magic, leaking out.

He turns around, looking for the source. Just in time to see young Oscar ducking his head, caught. That familiar flush on his face.

[mvlionheart]

Singapore Heat | Lando/Oscar | 2k one-shot

Cover art by the wonderful and talented chamberkat!

Lando Norris wins the Singapore GP with a healthy lead, but not without a few errors that nearly cost him the race. Oscar realizes why the moment Lando steps into the cooldown room. His heat is early. Now Oscar has to deal with his own instincts, a podium celebration featuring Max Verstappen, and how to get Lando alone before Oscar does something he regrets. This fic was inspired by this beautiful artwork! 

[jusst-you-race]

Landoscsr, 48 (out of habit)? Thank you! 💖💖

i hope you enjoy 400 words of tooth rotting fluff <3 thank you so much for the prompt lovely! you can see the list here

a kiss out of habit

Oscar is sitting on their shared bed reading through some data when Lando gets back from his meeting. He kicks off his shoes, sending them flying haphazardly around the hotel room, and pads across the room quietly, trying not to disturb Oscar too much.

Lando slumps down beside Oscar, curling into his side and tucking his head under Oscar’s chin. Still reading through his data, Oscar lifts his arm to make room for Lando, unconsciously accommodating him. When Lando has settled he sighs, relaxing into the familiar embrace of his boyfriend. He smiles as he feels Oscar press a kiss to his curls. 

“How was the meeting?” Oscar murmurs.

Lando groans. 

“Don’t want to talk about it. Another kiss instead please.”

Oscar stills, and Lando can feel Oscar’s gaze finally slide away from the data to rest on him.

“Another kiss? When was the first?”

Lando blinks, then twists himself in Oscar’s hold until he’s looking up at him.

“Just now, you kissed me on the head. It was cute. Do it again.”

Oscar looks at him blankly for a second, before Lando notices pink crawling up his cheeks to settle just below his eyes. 

“I didn’t notice…”

Lando gasps faux dramatically.

“Oscar Piastri, did you kiss me on instinct?”

Oscar’s face is bordering on red now as he lifts his shoulders in a half shrug. A rush of affection surges through Lando and the only way he feels able to express it is by shoving his head into Oscar’s chest. Oscar giggles at him, like he always does, and Lando just burrows further into Oscar’s warmth. Eventually Lano hears the sound of Oscar throwing away the tablet he was reading on, and his arms come to wrap around Lando, cocooning him in Oscar’s affection.

“Guess you don’t want any more kisses then,” Oscar mumbles into his hair.

Lando squirms at that until he’s released and he sits himself up to glare at his boyfriend.

“I never said that.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a way that he knows Oscar finds irresistible, and sure enough, Oscar gives a dopey smile before pecking him on the lips. “And another,” Lando says immediately. 

Oscar rolls his eyes but complies, kissing Lando on the lips again. Then he kisses Lando on the cheek. And then on the forehead. And then on the other cheek. And so on until he is peppering kisses all over Lando’s face as Lando giggles breathlessly at the assault.

“Is that enough kisses, you gremlin?”

Lando bats his eyes at Oscar cherubically.

“Never.”

Oscar tackles Lando to the bed.

[its-all-papaya]

about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)

heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k

Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”

It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.

“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.

“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.

“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.

“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.

“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-

“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.

It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.

“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.

“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.

“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.

She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.

“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.

“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.

“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.

“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”

“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.

“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.

Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.

“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.

“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.

“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.

There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.

“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.

“Great!” Oscar says.

“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”

“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.

Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.

Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.

“Sorry if that was-”

“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.

It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.

He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.

“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.

“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.

Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”

“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”

Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”

“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.

[chilling-seavey]

Nothing Looks the Same in the Light (ln4 op81)

↳ A/N I use my Wham! obsession every chance I can get. This song was playing as I was cleaning my apartment and this idea played in my mind like a movie.

↳ Inspired By 'Nothing Looks the Same in the Light' by Wham!

↳ Summary: "I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep. I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, and hope the morning sun won’t wake you too soon [...] Nothing looks the same in the light. Only a fool like me would take to heart the things you said you meant last night."

↳ Pairings: Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

↳ Word Count: 1364

↳ Warnings: Might tug at your heartstrings. Contains an open ending...and I know how you all hate those whoops

The sunrise cascaded ribbons of golden light across the crisp white sheets of the king size bed, weaving and dancing over the two forms that lay motionless in the sea of linen. It was a calm and quiet morning, the four wallpapered walls of the five-star hotel protecting its timid guests as they slept soundly. The sunkissed bedclothes embraced the two young men, shielding their bare skin from the chill of the air conditioner and the shame that might have arisen with the dawn of a new day.��

Last night was a whirlwind. A race, a podium, a drunken confession. The memories were hazy and choppy, unclear, mortifying. 

Lando was wide awake. 

He couldn’t remember when exactly he had woken up - he knew that he had slept at least somewhat - but he seemed to have watched the sun creep up the wall as it rose for the last however long. He had laid there, unmoving, unblinking, for at least an hour, not wanting to risk rousing the person who took up the other half of the bed alongside him. He didn’t want to have to face the reality of his situation right away. 

Oscar was too sweet to kick him out, he knew that much at least. 

Selfishly, Lando wanted to bask in this moment just a little longer. Just long enough to appreciate the purgatory that lingered between a clueless slumber and the awkward conversation that would certainly arise once Oscar woke up. Hopefully the orange sun streaming in through the sheer curtains wouldn’t wake him too soon. 

Besides, Oscar looked so angelic as he slept. 

Faint, peaceful breaths fanned across the pillow from the slumbering younger of the two, the only sound in the silent room. Lando was captivated by the gentle motion of Oscar’s body as he breathed; the way his chest rose and fell slowly but surely under his cautious arm that had wrapped around his middle sometime in the middle of the night. Oscar was always the calmer of the two, always the observer. Now, in the morning light, Lando gladly took that label for his own. 

Sleep deprived green eyes stared at the freckles that dotted the warm skin of the young man beside him in picture perfect constellations. Moving cautiously, Lando set the pad of his index finger against one of them at the base of his neck and then traced the invisible path to another across his shoulder. Goosebumps rose in his wake across the pale skin and Lando’s lip perked up faintly at the corner. He leaned in the few centimetres between them to softly press his lips to one of the freckles in a timid kiss. 

Oscar smelt like champagne and sunshine, an ode of citrus in his hair from the hotel shampoo, hints of alcohol from the night before that now tingled on Lando’s lips, and he took an opportunity to just breathe him in. Fresh and sweet. They were pressed so close together that Lando’s nose was almost touching the nape of his neck and his selfish fingers ghosted up the top of Oscar’s spine, over each vertebrae, to finally caress through the roots of his messy brown hair.

Lando had never done this before; shared a bed with a man. Certainly not one who was his teammate if nothing else. There were boundaries in this career that one dare not cross. In such a public position, Lando didn’t have the space to risk the opportunity for rumours, so he kept everyone at an arm's length away.

But it always felt so right with Oscar. From the moment they met Lando knew he was royally fucked. 

Lando had always been the more experienced of the two in all aspects of racing, of Formula 1, of the whirlwind world in which they were a part of. Here, now, Lando felt entirely clueless. He was a slave to the passing of time and the inevitable approaching moment of which he would have to look Oscar in the eyes and hear that this was a mistake. 

Curse the celebratory champagne for coaxing a drunken confession out of him. Maybe he should have listened to George and stayed away from alcohol on race weekends. 

Blinking slowly, trying to piece together the night before, Lando could see visions of Oscar in the darkness of his eyelids. His stupid little pout, his bashful eye roll, his whispered voice slurring his accent with the consequence of too many drinks. 

“Take your time...”

The tentative touch of his hands on his skin, their limbs entangled, plush lips pressed together in between tiny whimpers of desire gone unsaid. 

The memory made him shiver, his heart squeezing in his chest. This was why he never let himself get close to anyone. This was why he prioritized racing over anything else. Stupid, stupid feelings. 

Lando was startled by a faint car horn blaring from somewhere outside the hotel, startling him from the peace. The sharp sound had Oscar shifting in his sleep with a sigh through his nose, hands folding under his cheek against the pillow. Lando’s arm snaked back around Oscar’s waist, tucked safely over the duvet, and he tightened his grip just enough to pull him closer until their bodies were moulded together in parallel shapes. All he could do was wait and see what would become of this. Soon Oscar would be waking up and what would that bring? 

Lando felt like a fool.

He felt like a fool for ever thinking that Oscar would want him back, for thinking that Oscar would wake up and not have regrets about everything that happened the night before, and, especially, for throwing caution into the wind and confessing his feelings to his teammate like some meek love-sick puppy. How pathetic. Lando wanted the sunrise to swallow him up and incinerate him into a dimwitted pile of ash.

With his arm absolutely motionless around Oscar’s waist, Lando’s palm was pressed gently to his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin under the duvet and the firm muscle of his lean body. Oscar’s abdomen rose and fell with every breath, moving Lando’s gentle hand along with it. In, and out. In, and out. It was almost lulling Lando back to sleep, letting his mind focus on that serene moment where it was easy to pretend that everything was perfect and right there in that hotel room bed was where he was always meant to be. 

The sudden change in Oscar’s steady breathing had Lando stiffening in cold anxiety, keeping himself frozen still as Oscar inhaled deeply and let it out with a soft heavenly sigh as he awoke. The rustle of the sheets as he stirred and stretched was the only sound in the room and it was almost deafening. Lando watched the muscles of Oscar’s back flex and move as he turned over to face the ceiling, hands raising to rub his red-rimmed brown eyes, still exhausted and, now too, hungover. 

Lando dared not breathe, as if it wasn’t glaringly obvious that he was clearly present in the bed beside him. 

Finally, Oscar rested his hands gently over the blankets around his chest and he lolled his head to the side to look at Lando under slightly furrowed brows. The faintest hint of a pout on his face had Lando almost shying away under the covers, his heart racing with adoration and his stomach twisting with anxiety. Even still, Lando couldn’t get himself to look away from his eyes, his arm still around his middle and their legs crudely tangled under the wrinkled sheets. 

It was as if it took a few seconds for Oscar to process who he was looking at but, even as he did, his expression stayed stagnant, rich brown eyes squinting in the morning light that poured in through the windows. Lando swore he had never seen brown eyes sparkle the way Oscar’s did in that moment. Neither of them moved. 

Oscar cleared his throat slightly before trying to speak, breaking the silent uncertainty that lingered between them in that moment, his voice deep and raspy and his accent thick, “Hey.”

Somewhere, in the distance, a bird sang.

“Hey.”

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Any chance you’ll be updating The Best Kept Secret on the Grid anytime soon?? And if so can there maybe be some focus with Oscar and how well his rookie seasons going? (Podiums & sprint wins etc)??

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Five

MV, LN, OP x fem!reader Summary: Japan 2023 - the first time both McLarens were on the podium together Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, m x m, foursome, voyeurism, anal, mctwinks. WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

The setting was more reserved than usual for an after party. It appeared everyone was still recovering from the massive hangover from Singapore a week ago. Despite not being on the podium for the first time in forever, the biggest upset of the season, Max had still been more than happy to celebrate the race results with you. 

This week there had been an upset of a whole different kind. Max had been back in his rightful place but it was two McLaren’s that had stood alongside him to receive their trophies. 

You licked your lips at the thought of sinking your teeth into the rookie again. Some people may have hated having the sprint races, but you had the pleasure of the added company on a Saturday night during those weeks.

“Do you think they fuck too?”

Max looked up from the ruby he was rolling around in his fingers and he dropped the large pendant back into your cleavage where he had hung it earlier. “Who?”

“The papaya boys.” He followed your gaze to Lando and Oscar who were sitting close together. Lando’s hand covered his lips as he spoke to the rookie and whatever he said brought a blush to the Aussie’s cheeks and a nervous laugh. 

Max chuckled and drew a hand up your thigh until it disappeared beneath the thin fabric you wore. “Guess we’ll find out. Ready to go?” His fingers reached the juncture of your thighs as your legs parted for him and his smirk grew as he found nothing stopping him from touching your pussy. 

“Stupid question, M. I’m always ready for you.”

Max rose to his feet and the movement instantly caught the attention of the two others who shared the podium with him hours earlier. Lando eagerly jumped to his feet but Oscar was more relaxed as he finished his drink in one go before following. Oscar was always calm and collected, even after his first podium finish in the sprint race before summer break. He was the polar opposite of Lando’s hyperactivity.

“These walls are a little thin,” Max commented as he led the way to the penthouse suite in the hotel. He sent a smirk your way as he waved his key card in front of the door. “Aren’t they, baby?”

“We may have received a noise complaint, or two,” you admitted as you took Lando and Oscar’s hand and pulled them inside with you. “But I’m sure between the three of you you can find some creative way to keep me quiet.”

Max closed the door and leaned against it as his keen eyes surveyed the dynamics between the three of you. He made no move to start undressing, in fact he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows before crossing his arms. “Hmm, someone’s in the mood for watching us have fun,” you said with a wink his way.

His lips tipped up into a smirk that left your knees weak. “Make it good for me, baby.”

You moved first, grabbing Oscar’s collar as you pressed yourself against him and crushed your lips to his. His hands immediately found your ass, pulling you tighter to him as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Not one to forget you weren’t alone, you hooked your finger into the necklace Lando wore and guided him closer so you could give him the same greeting. You felt the smile on his lips and when he squeezed your ass you heard his quiet moan against your lips, “Bunda.”

You giggled as you stepped back and decided to see how well the teammates really got along. “Now I want to see you two kiss.”

The way they moved together told you they were intimately familiar with each other and despite being the younger one, Oscar took control. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the pretty scene but you felt Max’s fingers brush your spine as he dragged the zip of your dress down your back.

“I knew it,” you whispered to him as the material pooled at your feet leaving you naked between them. “I knew they fucked.”

Their attention was drawn away from each other and they turned their heated gaze to you, drinking in the skin that had been bared. “We haven’t shared anyone else before,” Oscar admitted with flushed cheeks.

“Relax, mate,” Max chuckled, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips until he reached your ass and gave it a short sharp spank. You knew without looking he would have smiled at the gasp you gave. “She’ll show you what to do.”

When he had his first podium in Belgium for the sprint race it had taken the rookie a while to grow comfortable. He was more than up for the night's activities, but was also just content to watch at first and see how Max and Pierre interacted with you. Once he found his place in the dynamic there was no holding back and he had kept you in the throes of ecstasy longer than anyone else. He was always ready to prove he was up for a challenge and tonight would be no different.

“He knows exactly what to do, M,” you purred as you began to unbutton Oscar’s shirt. “I still have wet dreams from last time.”

Max took a seat in the leather single seater, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you guide Lando to the large sofa. The back of the British man's knees hit the edge first and he fell down with a grin, his arms reaching to pull you down with him. 

“I need you both to fuck me, right now,” you shamelessly begged as you straddled Lando’s thighs and sunk down on his cock with a moan. “You don’t know how long I have been waiting for you two to get on the podium together.”

Lips brushed your nape before Oscar’s breath warmed your neck and he sucked at your racing pulse. “You think you can take us both, baby?” His strong fingers caught your throat as he craned your neck so he could kiss you harshly, a clash of teeth and lips as they parted for his tongue.

“Just fuck me already, Osc.”

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he warned.

“Fuck,” Max moaned as he unzipped his trousers and stroked himself at the sight before him.

Your head fell to Lando’s shoulder, mouth open in a silent cry. Your back arched and your unprepared body stretched with a delicious burn as Oscar inched himself inside your cunt, brushing his cock along Lando’s.

“Breathe,” Oscar reminded with a chuckle as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Breathe or I won’t move.”

You tried to roll your hips but his hold was too strong so you forced a shuddering breath in and out of your lungs. “Good girl.”

Your cunt clenched at the praise and a chorus of deep moans filled your ears as your pussy gripped them even tighter.

“Osc, please.” You buried your teeth in Lando’s shoulder as he begged for the both of you and you were rewarded with the slow, languid rocks of Oscar’s body behind yours. The hands on your hips pulled you to meet each thrust and your eyes fluttered shut at the growing warmth between your legs.

Spreading his legs wider, Lando braced his feet on the ground and began to slam up into you, adding to the already overwhelming sensation of them moving inside you. You were already well on your way to your first orgasm when Lando sealed his lips around your breast and flicked his tongue over your nipple. Fire erupted across your skin and your stomach tightened when you felt his teeth next, a cry of delight quickly being cut off by Oscar’s hand.

“Shh,” he chuckled as he muffled the sounds of your pleasure. “Don’t want another noise complaint, so keep quiet.”

He eased his hand away and you shared a smirk with Lando before you looked over your shoulder. “Make me.”

Oscar snapped his hips forward as he pushed your face into the crook of Lando’s neck. “Two brats, huh.”

Suddenly you were empty as Oscar pulled out and tugged you to your feet, a whimper escaping at the loss of their cocks that had stretched you so good.

“On your knees,” he purred in your ear, pushing down on your shoulder until you sunk into the carpet between Lando’s legs. “Let’s see if you can run your mouth when it’s full.”

Lando’s cock glistened with your juices and he watched as you eagerly wrapped your fist around his thick base and parted your lips for him. The moment you met his ice blue eyes you were reminded of Max’s, the shade so close thanks to their Belgian heritage. The blue was almost swallowed by his pupils and that black hole grew when you teased him with your tongue.

You licked the bead of precum welling at his tip and as when you took him deeper your own taste coated your tongue in a delicious mix that had you humming. The soft vibrations had Lando screwing his eyes shut and his head fell back with your touch.

“Do you ever get jealous?” Oscar asked Max while he palmed your ass and lined himself up with your dripping folds. “Watching everyone fuck your girlfriend? Or whatever you guys are.”

Your eyes burned as Lando gripped the back of your head and bucked his hips, fucking your mouth.

“Why would I be jealous?” Max chuckled, his hand gripping his dick tighter, squeezing out another drop of precum that he rolled his thumb through. “We are all having a good time and enjoying ourselves. Does it matter how it happens?”

You pulled back and wiped your swollen lips as you looked up at Lando. “I don’t think I have ever heard him talk so much.”

Your ass smarted with the smack Oscar landed on it and you bit your lip as you moaned loudly. “Is that the best you can do?”

Lando’s smirk grew as Oscar raised his hand. “Such a brat.”

“Look who’s talking.” Your eyes fluttered shut as Oscar brought his hand down harder on your ass and your body erupted. Waves of pleasure rocked through you and Oscar’s rhythm faltered as he felt your walls tighten around him.

Your cheek fell on Lando’s thigh as you lost the ability to hold your head up while Oscar still fucked you relentlessly, keeping your body in the rush of the high. Your panting tickled the dark hairs on Lando’s thigh and he squirmed as he stroked his length, running the wet tip of his cock over your lips with a smirk.

“Don’t forget about me,” he teased.

Flicking your tongue out, he shuddered as it lapped at the sensitive underside but before you could wrap your lips around him again you were lifted to your shaking feet. 

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” you said with a pout to Oscar as he turned you in his arms and crushed his lips to yours, tongue dominating your mouth. 

“Don’t worry, we are far from finished,” he promised as Lando’s fingers dipped between your thighs to feel how wet you were. Teasingly slow, he withdrew those fingers and held them out for Oscar to taste. Your core throbbed at the sight of him cleaning your essence off Lando’s fingers with a deep hum and a small sound from your lips. 

“You liked watching us, didn’t you?” Oscar teased with a secretive smile and he leaned closer so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Do you want to watch me fuck Lando?”

“Yes, please,” you whined with need. 

“But I want to watch him fuck you,” Oscar mused, chewing his bottom lip as he debated the conundrum. 

The throb in your core beat harder at his words and you curled a finger under his chin as you sent him a wink. “Like Max said, I’ll show you what to do.”

You stepped back and looked at Max to see his cheeks flushed pink as he watched you sink back down on Lando’s cock, only this time you were facing away from him. You reached between your legs and dug your nails into his thighs, tugging them open wide as Oscar took a deep breath. 

“Isn’t our little minx clever,” Max chuckled with a proud smile. He had the perfect view of you bouncing on Lando’s cock, your pussy stretched and glistening so prettily. His hand pumped up and down his hard length in time to the pace you set and Oscar knelt between Lando’s legs.

“Fuck, yes,” Oscar exhaled as he stole your arousal to used it to prep Lando ready for him.

You nearly came at the vision of Oscar easing his dick into Lando and the sounds in the room grew louder with each inch until he couldn’t go any deeper. Bracing your hands on Oscar’s shoulders, you used him to ride Lando, both of your eyes fixated on the way you all moved together, him in and out, and you up and down.

Max rose from the chair, kicking his trousers off before pulling his shirt over his head. You lost sight of him as he walked around the back of the couch but you heard him when he stopped behind you. “Lando is a fucking mess.”

Oscar tore his eyes away to peek over your shoulder and a proud smile grew on his face. “Oh, he is so fucked out right now.”

Unable to resist, you slowed down and looked over to see the utter bliss on his face. His eyes were half hooded, his jaw slack as he succumbed to the pleasure you were giving him, unintelligible sounds whispered with dry lips from his panting. Behind him Max was barely in a better state with the vein in his temple pronounced as he overstimulated himself. With one hand fisted his cock and the other combed through Lando’s damp hair, tugging the strands until his head fell further back into the cushion and his mouth opened wider. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned when Lando’s tongue swirled around the tip of Max’s cock. Your legs were quaking and a fine tremor traced your spine as another orgasm ripped through you hard enough to send colours dancing around your eyes. “Fuck, I-I-oh...my…god.” 

Oscar had watched your orgasm take hold and couldn’t help licking the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit until you were just as fucked out as Lando. Overstimulated, your legs fell twitching either side of his and jolts of aftershocks pulsed down them. Within seconds Lando cried out around Max’s cock as he came just as hard. 

“Oh, shit, so fucking tight,” Oscar panted as Lando’s orgasm tipped him over the edge and he buried himself as deep as possible before spilling in him.

Max was still trying to hold on, but when you laid back against Lando’s chest and your lips parted with heavy breaths he needed to reach the same high. Pulling out he pumped his fist twice more before grunting as thick ropes of cum splattered Lando’s lips.

“Mhmm,” you hummed happily as you caught Lando’s chin and guided his face to yours. You shared the taste of Max with a messy kiss and his cock twitched where it was still buried inside you. “You papaya boys need to get on the podium together more often.”

Oscar laughed as he fell back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “How does next weekend sound?”

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[utopiastri]

you must like me for me

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, archive-locked

Lando is never admitting this to anyone, but he genuinely didn’t notice there was a love curse on him until Fernando started serenading him.

aka a landoscar magical realism fic, where all the drivers on the grid are cursed to fall in love with lando and oscar is acting No Different to usual

[lilghostiequinni]

Baby Fever

Main Masterlist Landoscar Masterlist Baby Fever Series

Pairing: Surrogate female!oc x Mafia Leader!Lando Norris x Mafia Leader!Oscar Piastri

Warnings: Fluffy, more to come...

Description: Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri, they love each other have since their fathers first introduced them as teens after making a deal of alliance between the Australian and the British-Begium Mafias. When confronted with the idea of an heir or two, they turn to her, the best surrogate they could find. With a contract, everything was perfect, but feelings were never in the contract, in fact they were forbidden.

[jennarations]

Landoscar drabble with the prompt combo:

“Omegaverse” + “Do you want me to stay?”

forty minute sprint with my tsgc babes :)

1k under the cut!

The first time Oscar meets his new PR handler he falls for him. Literally.

The man, slight framed but with miles of toned muscle and fistfuls of curls atop his head, has Oscar so dazed that he misses the last step up into the motorhome and falls headfirst into the floor.

But then he’s grabbing at Oscar’s arms, apologizing and pulling him to his feet. The smell of ocean water and fresh cherries fills his nostrils and Oscar has to hold himself back from gulping in that delightful scent.

“I hope you’re usually more coordinated than this?” The man barks out softly as he’s steadying Oscar against the doorframe.

Oscar nods in a hopefully convincing manner and feels a laugh bubble out of him.

—

Oscar hides his underlying attraction fairly well over the next few months, holding back from trying to scent his PR handler in the middle of the paddock, not only for his own sake but for Lando’s.

He and Lando have become friends, he thinks. Hopes.

While they maintain a very professional working relationship, he likes that when they leave the paddock or even just duck into his driver’s room, the professional facade melts off of Lando and he seems much more lax.

“But like. Mcdonald’s is just objectively better than Burger King.” Lando says, lounging the length of Oscar’s bed.

Oscar strides out of the bathroom, toweling his hair ferociously. “Agree to disagree. How about we get Burger King this time and then Mcdonald’s in Singapore?”

Lando mulls this over in his head for a moment before lolling his head lazily towards Oscar. “Only if you’re paying.” He smiles, flashing his canines in the low light of the hotel room.

Oscar pushes down at the heat in his stomach and hitches a shuddering breath. “Sure. But it’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Lando squawks and throws himself into an upright position. “You wouldn’t.”

Oscar bites his lip. “Nah, I wouldn’t.”

—

The thing about having omegas in the paddock is that they usually have to wear scent blockers. It’s an old fashioned mindset and Oscar rolls his eyes whenever he thinks of those kinds of rules, but there’s nothing really to be done about it.

The thing with Lando is, even through scent blockers, Oscar can smell him a mile away.

So the moment that Oscar smells Lando’s usual sweet and salty scent flooded with fear, his body is tense and he feels dread pour into his posture.

He stands from the table he’s sitting at with several engineers, forcefully enough that his chair is sent careening backwards.

Oscar is pushing away from the table and catapulting himself out of the motorhome before any of the engineers can even get a word out of him.

All he smells is Lando’s fear. His body feels like it’s on fire and his heart clenches horribly in his chest. He’s pushing through throngs of people in the street outside the motorhomes searching, desperately, for that familiar mop of curls.

When he thinks his heart is about to leap out of his chest, Oscar turns to find Lando trying to push away from an unfamiliar man. An unfamiliar alpha.

Oscar has no idea he’s growling until both men turn to him with big, owlish eyes.

The other alpha flashes his canines at Oscar and tightens his hold over Lando’s arm. Oscar feels a wave of anger overwhelm his system and for a minute he completely short circuits.

He’s against Lando, shielding him with his body and pushing himself between the two. The alpha seems to finally recognize where he is, and who he’s posturing at and releases Lando’s arm. The man blinks several times, taking in a breath, before angrily stomping away.

Oscar turns slowly, and while coming down from the high of adrenaline, he expects Lando to be upset with him, yell at him, tell him that he could take care of himself, because he could. It’s not Oscar’s place even slightly to just assume that he should step into Lando’s business.

But what he finds, however, is Lando gently snaking his arms around Oscar’s neck, pressing himself into Oscar’s space. And Oscar is a weak man. So he winds his own arms around Lando’s waist and tugs him in closer, placing his head over Lando’s shoulder.

Oscar doesn’t realize he’s scenting Lando in the middle of the paddock until there’s a million photos of it flooding twitter later that day.

Scenting Lando was certainly not his smartest move, but what he finds intermingling with Lando’s scent certainly overpowers any care about those pictures.

There’s a second, lighter scent, starting to form there.

—

Oscar threatens to quit the following day.

He stands in front of Zak Brown, and threatens to leave and go straight to the other competitors that have been courting him for months.

The reason? The PR team thought it would be better to fire the pregnant omega that went viral on twitter for hugging their star driver.

Zak has Lando reinstated almost immediately.

—

“Sorry you almost got fired.”

“Sorry I made you go viral on twitter.”

Oscar scratches his head and settles in closer next to Lando on the hotel bed. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time.”

Lando shifts and punches Oscar’s shoulder the tiniest bit, giving him a tired smile.

Oscar feels himself mirror that smile but then his heart plummets into his stomach.

“So. About your scent. The other day.” Oscar starts, unsure where to take the conversation from there.

Lando squishes further into Oscar’s side. “Yeah.” He gets out shakily. “I know.”

Oscar picks at his nails. “Was it? I mean, did you want this?”

Lando snorts. “Did I seem like I was thrilled to be telling that guy from the other day?”

Oscar hums thoughtfully. “I can make sure you never have to see him again.”

Lando rubs a circle into Oscar’s wrist, mindlessly pulling the offending hand away from the other one.

“I don’t know what I’ll do.” Lando says quietly, a little broken sob escaping.

Oscar thinks for a moment. He takes in Lando’s now familiar scent of salt and cherries, noting the slight little change which he registers is now the baby’s forming scent.

“Do you want me to stay?” Oscar offers, turning so he’s looking at Lando.

Lando blinks the wetness out of his eyes, “Would it be selfish if I said yes?”

Oscar simply brushes the hair off of Lando’s forehead and kisses it softly.

“Not at all. You got me for as long as you want me.”