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hi! ik ur not writing tonight, but i wanted to send this before i forgot.
pls just ignore if you’re not feeling it :)
anyway, onto the thought:
fucking lando while having oscar ride him?? (ESPECIALLY in the d/s au)
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I love how you specified the D/S AU because this is PERFECT for the D/S AU so I'm gonna write it in that AU. Also, please feel free to send any thoughts whenever you'd like, even if you know I'm not writing because I'll just answer it when I am writing and then you don't have to worry about forgetting it. Anyway, on to the horny vibes!
Firstly, I think sometimes lando's mind just races too much for him to feel calm and safe. The only way to fix this is to entirely overwhelm him until he can't possibly think at all. Once he's been completely broken down, then he's able to stop his mind from racing and finally can let you care for him.
Oscar is perfect to help you with this, because he just has this amazing ability to stay calm? You tell him that his role in the scene is to support Lando by doing whatever you tell him to and he just thrives.
I also think that Lando is very squirmy? Even when he's not stuck in his head he struggles to stay still, but when he is it's even worse and he's constantly wriggling around. So having Oscar ride him helps that too, because Oscar uses his weight to physically stop Lando from squirming so much.
You don't tease him, because that will only get him even more worked up and instead you focus on getting him as prepped as possible as quickly as possible while Oscar distracts him with kisses.
If the kisses don't work, you let Lando suck Oscar off, because having something in his mouth instantly placates him.
Then when it's finally time to start, Lando is so good. He just lays there and takes it, whining and crying into the pillow as you fuck him and Oscar rides him.
You tell Oscar to just use Lando for his own pleasure, to bounce on lando's cock to his heart's content. Pretty soon Lando just melts into the bed, not having the strength or energy to even try to wriggle around, instead just laying there and whining and letting you and Oscar have your way with him.
He cums in Oscar of course, and then promptly drags Oscar down against his chest for as much skin to skin as possible while you clean the two of them up.
They're both quiet and cuddly for the rest of the evening, with Lando getting to lay between you and Oscar and finally let himself rest.
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please a landoscar x reader and literally do anything that feels right, putting trust into you
Y'all seen the lie detector thing? That:
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
Simon and Lando both looked to Russ. He didn't technically have a girlfriend, so it wasn't technically a lie.
His partners were watching, just off camera. Oscar had his arm over her shoulders as they watched on with baited breath. What would happen if it came out that they were lying? What would happen if the world found out about their perfectly normal relationship that some might view as unconventional?
Russ looked at Simon and Lando. All four of them (including Landos partners) waited, hearts in three of their throats.
But then Russ nodded. Confirming it to the world that Lando Norris did not have a girlfriend.
They didn't know that he had a husband and a wife. But neither of them were his girlfriend, so it wasn't technically a lie.
Oscar couldn't stop himself from grinning at him. Their relationship was private, just the way they liked. Lando was the one into PDA, the one always trying to pull them in for a kiss. Oscar was the one pulling back, trying to keep things private.
Simon readied the next question. These were the ones that he had to get through to get to the racing questions.
"Do you have a bunch of girlfriend's?"
Lando couldn't stop the way he laughed. That shrieking giggle that his husband and wife loved so much.
And, as they watched on, with the world thinking they were just teammates and the girl that hung around them, they fell more and more in love with him.
They both loved that laugh of his, more than words could describe. Could listen to it on a loop over and over again. Oscar squeezed her shoulder as they watched him, and she held her hand against her chest.
Lando was just so fucking cute.
"No," he answered, not sparing a gaze towards them.
Again, there was an anxious moment where they waited. Russ looked around the room, at Lando, at Simon, at her and Oscar and the crew.
And then he shook his head.
Lando let out another shrieking laugh at that. Simply because, the suggestion that he was lying suggested that Oscar was his girlfriend.
Oscar glared at him through the rest of the lie detector test. But none of it was serious. He loved Lando more than anything, even if Lando considered him his girlfriend.
But he'd definitely get him back for that one.
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So sweet- O. Piastri & L. Norris
Oscar Piastri x fem! Reader x Lando Norris x fem! Reader
In which you and Lando celebrate your boyfriend’s birthday your own way..
Warnings?; smut, poly! Relationship, p in v, penetrative sex, unprotected sex( a big no no), handjob (m receiving), switch Lando!, switch reader!, sub Oscar!, kissing, talks of spanking, suggestion of m x m, cursing, pet names, bratty lando, teasing, edging, good boy Oscar, slight food play?, sorry for any errors I missed!
This was supposed to be out weeks ago but writers block is a bitch and I didn’t want it going to waste!
You didn’t even notice what you were doing to your boys, to indulged in the sweetness of the cupcake Jon handed you you failed to notice the way both of your boyfriends eyes had locked on the way your tongue poked out to take a lick of the icing, or how their breaths hitched at the sound of your soft moan at how sweet the taste was.
“You boys should really go get one, these are delicious.” You spoke, eyes still trained on the cupcake in your hand.
You frowned noticing some of the papaya icing on your finger, not thinking twice before popping the digit into your mouth to clean it off.
A soft fuck coming from the British driver had you looking up, freezing the second you caught the looks in both drivers eyes.
Both sets of their eyes darker than their natural color, watching intently as you removed your finger from your mouth.
“What?..” you trailed looking between both men.
“Baby..c-can you eat it normally please?” Oscar spoke up first.
“I am eating it normally?” You defended
Lando groaned at your words, his large hands wasting no time as they pulled you closer by your hips, dipping his head so he could whisper in your ear.
“No, you’re being a fucking tease..sucking your fingers and moaning for everyone to see and hear.”
Your breath hitched at his words, a soft blush covering your cheeks as he pulled back looking down at you with a stern and frustrated expression.
Your eyes dropped down to their black jeans, bulges evident through the dark material everything finally clicked in your mind.
They were getting turned on by watching you eat a cupcake..
Neither of the men liked the smirk that tugged at your lips, their stomachs fluttering as your tongue poked back out this time licking the icing much more seductively.
“I don’t know what you mean, I’m just enjoying my cupcake.” You shrugged turning on your heels to head off towards Lando’s divers room, giggling as you heard both sets of their feet quickly following behind you.
You walked into the room and took a seat on the small couch, not bothering to shut the door as their two large bodies filed in right after you.
You looked up at them innocently, both men standing in front of you- Lando with his arms crossed impatiently and your sweet Aussie with his hands crossed in front of him.
“Can I help you boys with something?” You raised an eyebrow, tongue poking out for another taste of the icing.
“I-we..” Oscar stammered, always having trouble announcing what it was that he truly wanted when it came to sex, his nerves always taking over.
“Oh fuck this.” Lando grumbled, surging forward he snatched the cupcake from your hands, throwing it into the bin next to you before quickly moving to sit beside you and pull you onto his lap.
You didn’t have time to react to his rushed movements before he was pulling you into a heavy kiss, one of his large hands tangling in your hair while the other held your waist.
the mix of your natural taste plus added sweetness of the icing had him him moaning against you.
Feeling the couch shift and added weight you pulled away from the Brit, leaning over to pull Oscar into a kiss, his hands much more hesitant as they pulled you onto his lap.
“You taste so sweet.” He whined as you both pulled away for air.
“Not as sweet as you birthday boy.” You smirked, running a finger along his reddening cheek, basking in the way he leaned into you with a soft sigh.
“This is cute and all but can we fuck already? We only have an hour before practice.” Lando grumbled from beside you two.
Lando’s stomach twisted at the way your lips tugged up into a smirk at your lips, eyes switching between him and the brunette sat below you.
“Why don’t we let the birthday boy pick?” You spoke up, “What do you think Osc? Should I fuck you while Lando watches or does he deserve a little something too?”
Oscar whimpered at your words, eyes looking over at his now pouting boyfriend whose hard cock was pushing against the tight material of his jeans and he couldn’t help but feel his mouth water at the thought of Lando’s thick cock.
“W-want you to ride me while i touch lan..” he mumbled with a quick please following close behind.
You hummed happily at his words, moving back slightly to pull him from the restraints of his jeans and boxers, basking in his small moan as his cock sprung free.
“Always such a good boy for me Osc, so polite and patient.” You praised however your eyes were trained on the pouting Brit beside you, his arms crossed as he watched you slowly stroke Oscar’s length.
“Take your cock out lan, don’t leave our good boy waiting.” You instructed, both you and Oscar watching intently as he grumbled under his breath but still did as you said.
The sight of his thick and needy cock causing Oscar to whimper and immediately reach out for his boyfriend, stroking his cock at the same pace your hand moved on his.
You watched on as the pleasure took over Lando’s once bratty demeanor, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tipped back and his nails dug into the arm of the couch.
“Fuck.” He whimpered as Oscar flexed his wrist, his thumb running over Lando’s dripping tip.
You did the same to the Aussie causing small whines of his own to escape the back of his throat as his eyes moved back to you.
It was his and Lando’s turn to watch as you pushed your panties to the side under your dress and moved to hover over Oscar’s cock, air getting stuck in your throat as you sunk down on him.
Both men watched in awe as you took all of Oscar’s length, sharing a mutual moan of need at the way your body shook once you reached the base of his cock.
“So good.” You hissed as you got used to his size, it didn’t matter how many times you had either of them, you always needed time to adjust.
You soon began to rock your hips, hands resting on the back of the couch as you kept eye contact with the sweet boy below you, enjoying the way his face contorted into different signs of pleasure.
Lando watched from the side as your cunt greedily took Oscar, your tits slowly starting to spill over the top of your dress as your bounces began to pick up pace, causing the boy to whine with want.
Your smirk returned at the way Lando’s pretty eyes were locked in your breasts and you couldn’t help yourself when you pulled the top down allowing them to spill free.
Oscar wasted no time in dipping forward and taking one into his mouth, a cry leaving you as his lips wrapped around one of your buds, his teeth lightly nipping before he calmed the stinging with a roll of his tongue, his left hand still working your boyfriends cock.
“C-can I please have a taste? Please.” Lando finally spoke after a minute of watching Oscar devour your breasts, fresh marks now littering your skin.
“You think he deserves a taste Oscar?”
“Mhm, been good for me.” Oscar mumbled into your skin, his lips returning right after he finished his sentence.
You gave Lando a curt nod and soon he was on the other breast like a starved man, sloppy wet kisses all over your skin, his tongue tracing the shape of your nipple before he took the bud between his teeth lightly.
“Oh god” you moaned at the mixed sensation of Oscar’s cock hitting you so deep and having both of their mouths on you, your hands coming up to cup the back of their heads.
“M’ getting close boys, fuck!” You cried.
You pushed both of them back as the feeling in your lower stomach began to increase, grinding down on Oscar’s length as you desperately chased your release, body shaking as you tipped over the edge.
Oscar wasn’t far behind, the clenching of your cunt brining him to the edge as he cried out, filling you to the brim with his release.
You zoned out for a moment until a familiar whine sounded from beside you, looking over you found Lando with a swollen and throbbing cock.
With a teasing pout you wrapped your hand around his cock replacing Oscar’s much larger one that now rested on the Brits thigh.
“Oscar leave you hanging baby?” You smirked at the boy.
He nodded in reply, the pleasure becoming to strong for him to form anything more than a few mumbles and breathless moans.
You knew he was close when he started thrusting into your hand, his moans raising in volume as his hips began to stutter and soon your hand was covered in his warm release.
He dropped back against the couch, his chest heaving as he recovered from his powerful orgasm after two denied ones from Oscar.
You smiled at your boyfriend before bringing your hand to your mouth, making sure to clean it of Lando’s release before pulling Oscar into a breathless kiss.
It was silent for a while after you two pulled away, a comfortable silence filling the room as everyone regained their strength.
“That was fun.” Lando broke the silence, “But you two will most definitely be paying for that later.” He sat up eyes locking with yours, a dark look swirling in them before he moved onto Oscar.
The Brit went to open his mouth but a knock sounding on the door cut him off before he could.
“Thirty minutes till practice, get dressed please.” Jon announced waiting for a ‘okay’ from Lando before he retreated back to the garage.
The boy below you whimpered as you moved to get off of his softening cock, you whispered small apologies as you slid off moving to stand in front of him as you fixed yourself.
Oscar tucked himself away before standing on shaky legs of his own, his hands pulling you into his embrace as he held you close.
Lando didn’t bother putting himself away, instead stripping down completely and pulling on his fireproofs before his racing suit.
“You gotta go get ready osc.” You cooed in the boys ear, hand running up and down his back.
Oscar frowned at your words a small grumbled escaping him as he held you tighter.
“Just go get your things and get ready in here baby, we’ll be right here when you come back.” Lando spoke up.
With a bit more pushing Oscar finally separated from you, giving Lando a small kiss as he passed on his way to go get his things.
You made your way to sit on Lando’s massage table, the boy coming to stand between your spread legs as you wrapped them around his back.
“As hot as your little stunt was, your ass will be sorry for it later.” He smirked into your neck as he left wet kisses against the skin.
“Don’t tease me now baby.” You smirked earning you a giggle from Lando as he pulled back with a shake of his head.
“What am I gonna do with you huh?”
“Spank me.” You shrugged hands sliding around his neck.
“Who’s getting spanked?” Oscar questioned curiously as he walked back into the room, door shutting quickly behind him.
“Me” you smirked looking up at Lando with nothing but amusement in your eyes.
“Maybe it shouldn’t be a punishment anymore if you like it that much.” The Brit tutted with a shake of his head.
“What do you think osc? should I edge her instead, maybe make her watch me fuck you silly like she made me watch?” He continued looking over at your boyfriend.
“Wait! That’s no-“ you tried but Lando once again spoke up.
“You’re the birthday boy baby, you get to pick.”
Oscar looked at your reddened face, a pout similar to Lando’s earlier one now present as your thighs began to rub together.
“Can I think about it? Get back to you after practice?”
Your eyes almost bulged out of your head at his words, watching as they both zipped up their suits and made way for the door.
“Take as long as you need baby.” Lando smiled, leaning in to give the boy a kiss.
“Wait, boys, can we talk about this now..please?” You questioned as you shoved yourself between them in the hallway, body now squeezed between their frames.
“Sorry baby, duty calls but we’ll see you after Kay?” Lando smirked leaning down to press his lips against yours before moving forward to where Jon was.
“Love you pretty girl.” Oscar spoke, giving you a kiss as well before going to his side of the garage.
“What did I get myself into”
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Happy very late birthday Oscar! Sorry my writers block was a pain in the ass
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Can you feed me a fic?
Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink
Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room
Or both
Stay hydrated love
One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ
SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.
WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!
A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀
"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.
"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.
"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.
You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.
"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.
Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.
"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.
You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.
"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.
"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.
"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.
"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.
"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.
"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.
"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.
"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.
"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.
"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.
"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.
"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.
"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.
"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.
"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.
You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.
"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.
You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.
"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.
Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.
"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.
Part 2
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hungary ‘24 | landoscar
pairing: lando norris x gf!reader x oscar piastri
content warnings: me getting out my frustrations about the race 😝 also not proofread!! and maybe a bit weird bc i’ve never written poly before i’m sorry
you were pissed to say the least. this was supposed to be an amazing weekend; you had cleared your calendar, getting the whole weekend off to come support your boyfriends in hungary, and this was how it turned out?
the weekend had started amazing, a 1-2 start for your boys who were both beaming with happiness when you got home to the hotel later. laying between them in bed while they were practically buzzing with excitement for the race was incredible.
the race turning out how it did wasn’t incredible, though . . .
race day had dawned bright and clear. the paddock had buzzed with energy, the air filled with the scent of fuel and the sound of engines revving. you had been standing on the grid, watching the final preparations. lando, starting on pole, had been grinning beneath his helmet, his eyes sparkling with determination. oscar, right beside him in second, exuded a calm confidence that belied his nerves. you had exchanged encouraging words with both, wishing them good luck with the usual pre race kisses.
as the lights went out, the roar of the crowd was drowned out by the scream of twenty engines launching forward.
everything had gone downhill from there.
lando’s bad start, the teams terrible decisions, and finally the call to let oscar pass by lando.
“lando, let oscar through," came the message over the team radio. you watched the screens, holding your breath, waiting for lando to comply. but he didn't. he only pushed harder. lap after lap, he stayed ahead, ignoring the increasingly urgent requests from the pit wall and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.
the tension was almost palpable, and when lando finally relented, it was with visible reluctance.
oscar reclaimed the lead, driving flawlessly to the chequered flag, securing his first f1 victory and the garage exploded in celebration. you rushed to congratulate him, your heart bursting with joy for his achievement, almost forgetting the drama on the track in favour of the pure proudness you felt.
you could cry of happiness right then and there. your excitement certainly made up for your boyfriends lack thereof, but there was an undercurrent of unease. lando's face was a mask of forced smiles and tight-lipped politeness. he joined in the celebrations, but his enthusiasm was clearly strained. on the podium, he walked right past oscar, starting his spray on lewis in favour of his best friend. his teammate. his lover. you wanted to stay neutral. you always stayed neutral when it came to track drama, but the light flicker of hurt you saw in the australian’s eyes broke your heart.
later, in the motorhome, the atmosphere was tense. you sat between lando and oscar, trying to bridge the gap. lando was brooding, his silence heavy with unspoken words, while oscar was trying to remain gracious, though his patience was wearing thin. you were in a dilemma. keep the spirit high to celebrate oscar or comfort lando who so clearly needed it? in the end, you chose to address the elephant in the room.
"lando, what's going on?" you asked gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
he shrugged it off, avoiding your gaze as he pushed himself further into the couch. "nothing. just tired."
oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "come on, lando. you know it was the right call. the team made the decision, and you should've respected it."
lando's eyes flashed with anger. "easy for you to say! you weren't the one ordered to give up a position. i was leading!"
"you were leading because of a mistake." oscar shot back, surprisingly aggressive. "it wasn't earned on track, and you know it."
"guys, please," you interjected, trying to calm the rising tempers. "this is supposed to be a happy moment. oscar won his first race. can't we just . . . celebrate that?"
lando's shoulders slumped, his expression softening slightly. "it just . . . it stings, you know?"
oscar nodded, his frustration easing. "i get it. but we're a team, lan. we need to support each other, especially in moments like this."
you turned to hug lando tightly, feeling his tension melt away. "i know it's hard, but you can’t be mad at oscar. be mad at the team. it was their fault. not yours. not oscar’s. the team’s. let's celebrate oscar's win properly without your brooding."
lando took a deep breath, then nodded. "you're right. i'm so sorry, osc. congrats. you really deserved it."
oscar quickly smiled, relief washing over him, joining the hug to hold both of you close to him. "thank you. we're both going to have more chances to win."
the three of you stood there for a moment, the weight of the day's events lifting. finally, lando broke into a genuine smile. "alright, let's go celebrate. oscar's buying the first round."
laughter filled the room, and the tension dissipated completely. lando leapt forward to envelope oscar in another hug that was enthusiastically returned and you smiled at the sight.
the rest of the evening was filled with joy, camaraderie, and the shared thrill of victory, as you clinked glasses and toasted to oscar's success’s. he deserved to celebrate, and celebrate you were gonna do.
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i’m sorry i love you (ln4 + op81)
poly!landoscar x reader
summary: after being placed last in qualifying, oscar and his girlfriend comfort lando, but what happens when it’s revealed lando feels more deeply about the two of you than a friend should?
notes: !!CONTAINS SMUT MINORS DNI!! omg guys it’s my first ever poly!landoscar full length story
warnings: panic attack, threesome, p in v, oral (male receiving), sub!lando, dom!oscar, sub!reader
Lando practically throws his helmet into the arms of someone from his pit crew. He storms off, uncaring of any cameras that may be around to broadcast his tantrum.
He’d just finished qualifying, finished on pole position. He was going to start at the top of the grid, when the news had spread. The FIA had done checks on some of the cars, and his was against the rules. It was stupid, something that wasn’t in his control at all, yet he still had to find out in a public setting, just after he felt on top of the world.
Oscar’s car wasn’t pulled for the check, so he was still able to drive in his qualifying position tomorrow. He felt his frustration grow worse and worse the more he thought about it. This was just another chance for Oscar to show him up, to show everyone just how much better he was than Lando in his rookie year.
And yet, Lando couldn’t be mad at Oscar. He wanted nothing more than to hate the Aussie just a little, to feel some type of anger for him, but he couldn’t. Oscar was a good guy, he was nice, he was funny, he was great to be around when he finally opened up.
He was fine with this sudden fondness growing inside him for his teammate, he felt the same way about Carlos when they were teammates. Then he met you.
You were the adoring girlfriend to Oscar Piastri. Perfectly sweet, and equally beautiful. You had been nothing but nice to Lando. And there was his problem.
You and Oscar were perfect for each other. You brought him out of his shell, gave him more confidence. And he made sure to always keep a smile of your face. That was why he refused to do anything about the feelings that slowly grew in his chest for the both of you.
Lando knew that tomorrow would be hell for him. That he’d have to see Oscar do well, likely earning another podium finish, then see him scoop you up in his arms and show the whole world how much he loved you. All while Lando would have to attempt to climb back to the top of the grid just to get in the points.
He avoided anyone he could on the way back to the hotel, steering clear of reporters and McLaren workers. He drove his car back to the hotel, and strode through the lobby to the elevator with his hood pulled up over his head and dark sunglasses over his eyes.
He was able to shower, to try to scrape the shame from the day off himself before the knocking started. He figured he could just ignore it. Whoever was on the other side of the door would just assume no one was there and they’d leave. But whoever was on the other side of the door was persistent.
“Lando! We know you’re here!” The Australian accent called through the door.
Lando sighed, pulling himself up off his bed then dragged himself to the door to swing it open.
There you stood with Oscar next to you. Oscar was still in his McLaren team kit, and you were still in the same McLaren shirt you’d worn to the paddock. Neither of you had made it to your hotel room yet, too concerned with Lando’s disappearance.
“I’m not really in the mood guys-” He starts, but stops when you walk past him, entering his room.
“That was fucked. Telling you in front of all those cameras like that? What the hell?” You sit down on the bed.
Oscar gives Lando a sympathetic smile then follows you inside.
Lando was surprised by your colorful language and the anger you seemed to have for the FIA. He shrugs sitting down next to you.
“There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Mate, if they had checked my car I’m sure we’d be in the same position.” Oscar says as he sits down at the desk across from the two of you.
“But they didn’t check your car. They checked mine. So now I’m P20, while you get to start on pole.” Lando snaps. He can feel you shrink at his sudden outburst. He sighs. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault.”
His head falls to his hands as he takes a few deep breaths trying to regain his composure. He can feel your hand softly stroking up and down his back.
“You two don’t need to stay. You can go celebrate Oscar’s pole.” He says once he lifts his head back up.
His eyes are red, almost bloodshot, welling up with tears he’s refusing to let fall.
You wrap an arm through his and lace your hand with his. “We’re not leaving you alone right now Lan. We care too much about you.”
Lando groans. He stands up pulling himself away from you and takes a few steps away. He wants to put some distance between the three of you. He wants to make sure that he doesn’t let himself fall for the both of you even more than he already has.
“You can’t say shit like that.” His words are quiet.
“But it’s true.” You say standing up.
“Lando-” Oscar starts, standing up.
“Stop! Stop! You both need to stop!” Lando holds his hands out in front of him, backing away from the two of you. “I can’t-I can’t do this.” He whimpers leaning against the wall. He can feel the tear falling down his cheeks now. He quickly tries to wipe them away from his eyes.
He can feel his breathing start to pick up as his heart starts pounding in his chest. Everything is too much, too overwhelming. The qualifying results along with your insistence on comforting him has made him feel like he’s choking on nothing.
Oscar immediately clocks the panic coursing through his teammate. He slowly reaches out and pulls Lando back down to the bed. You stand up, giving him space as Oscar grabs a bottle of water from Lando’s fridge, uncapping it and handing it to him.
Lando slowly sips on the water, taking a few minutes to calm down. He closes the cap and places the bottle on the table next to the bed. When he finally looks back up at you and Oscar his eyes are filled with shame.
“I’m sorry…” He murmurs.
You sit down next to him again and wrap an arm over his shoulders. “You have nothing to apologize for Lan.” You tell him softly. “It’s okay.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not okay. I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
“Mate, it’s fine, it’s okay.” Oscar says as he sits down on the other side of Lando.
Your arm slips from Lando’s shoulders as Oscar’s wraps around him, pulling his head to lean against his shoulder.
Lando finds comfort being sandwiched between the two of you. With Oscar’s arm around him and your hand now softly playing with his fingers he feels like he can finally breathe again.
“I’m sorry you guys have to help me with this, that I need you here with me…” Lando says, his voice slightly muffled in Oscar’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?” Oscar asks, looking down at him.
You hear Lando take a deep breath, lifting his head from Oscar’s shoulder, then looking back and forth between the two of you. He sits up and moves away from Oscar, pulling his hand away from yours as well.
“I’m sorry I feel the way I feel… I’m sorry I’m in love with you.” His last sentence comes out in a breath. He stands up from the bed again, trying to put some space between you. “Both of you. I’m really sorry. And I don’t want things to get awkward now, because you’re my teammate,” he gestures to Oscar “and you’re my teammate’s girlfriend,” then he gestures to you “so it’s impossible to avoid either of you after this.”
You sit on the bed silently, watching as Lando paces back and forth now, rambling about how nothing has to change, and he’ll be able to move on with time.
“We don’t want you to move on.” Oscar cuts him off.
Lando stops mid sentence. “What?” The sleeves on his hoodie fall past his hands as his fingers fidget. “What do you mean?”
“Lando,” you stand up, slowly walking towards him “we both have feelings for you too.”
“You do?”
Oscar nods. “It was weird at first, both of us admitting that we liked you to each other, but we felt like it was something we could work through. We didn’t want you to find out and get freaked about it.”
“Oh.” Lando still doesn’t look convinced as he shifts his weight on his feet.
You take a few slow steps until you’re standing in front of him, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours. “Can I kiss you Lando?”
He nods his head and breathes out an answer. “Yeah.”
You raise a hand to cup his face, tracing your thumb over his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
He’s almost surprised to feel your lips against his, like this was all some dream he’d made up in his head. You feel just the way he imagined, soft touches and slow intimate movements.
The hands that hold his waist do surprise him. He can tell they’re Oscar’s, the size alone makes it obvious, but he can feel them holding onto him firmly.
Oscar stands behind Lando, trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck.
Lando feels his heart pick up again, but this time for an entirely different reason. What once filled him with anxiety now sends a thrill through him. He’s excited to be with you, both of you.
He’s getting far too hot pressed between the two of you, pulling his lips away from yours to take a much needed breath.
“Should we move over to the bed? To get a little more comfortable?” Oscar asks as he softly sinks his teeth into Lando’s neck.
You pull Lando to the bed by his arm, and push him so he’s sitting down on the edge of it. Oscar sits down on his knees behind Lando, running a hand through his curls. You crawl onto Lando’s lap, straddling him as you tug at the bottom of his hoodie.
“Can I take this off?” You ask.
He’s quick to nod his head in response. You tug the hoodie up over his head and throw it to the side. His bare torso is revealed, the tanned skin on display. You reach out and run your hands down his chest, over the lines of his abs. He sighs, and leans his head back against Oscar’s shoulder.
“He’s so pretty Osc.” You say as you admire the boy under you.
“He is.” Oscar nods.
Lando blushes under your gaze, turning his head to look at Oscar. Oscar looks down at him with a smug smile on his face. He knew the affect he had on the British driver fairly early into their partnership, but finally getting to act on these pent up feelings was something new and exciting.
Oscar leans down to press a teasing kiss to corner of Lando’s mouth, smirking as Lando practically chases his lips as he pulls away.
“I think Y/n wants your attention.” Oscar nods to you.
When Lando turns back to look at you he can see that you’ve removed your McLaren shirt and bra and start to softly tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.
His hands reach out to hold your hips, pulling you closer to him as his lips attach themselves to your collarbone. His teeth leave little indents in your skin, red patches appear alongside other older marks left behind by Oscar.
You roll your hips against Lando’s as your head falls back from the pleasure. Lando whines against your chest, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours.
Oscar palms himself through his jeans as he watches you and Lando. It’s clear the two of you are starting to lose control, and he’s more than happy to take the reins.
“Is Lando making you feel good?” He asks you.
“Yes, so good.” You whimper.
“Then maybe you should make him feel good too.” He says.
You slide off of Lando’s lap, pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles. You tug your pants and underwear down and toss them to a corner of the room.
You knew that Lando was attractive, anyone with eyes would be able to see that, but you didn’t think that his cock could be just as pretty.
It’s not as long as Oscar’s, but it’s thicker, the girth alone makes a wave of arousal travel down your core. You wrap your hand around it, and softly stroke it up and down.
Lando lets out a soft groan, letting his eyes flutter closed. You climb back onto Lando’s lap, continuing to stroke him slowly as Oscar tilts Lando’s head back to him. He leans down and kisses the Brit, smirking into the kiss as Lando moans against his lips. Oscar’s hair hangs down as he kisses Lando, slightly blocking their eyes, brushing against Lando’s face.
You grind yourself against Lando’s thighs, desperate for more attention as you watch the two boys kiss.
“Can I ride you Lan?” You ask as your hand slows down against him.
Oscar pulls himself away from Lando and nods in your direction.
“Do you want her to ride you?”
“Please.” Lando whimpers.
His whines quickly turn into moans as you slowly sink yourself down on him.
He feels different than Oscar, his thick cock stretches you wider than Oscar’s has as you struggle to take all of him.
Lando struggles to hold himself back from thrusting up into you, wanting nothing more than to buried completely inside you. You’re warm and soft, and wrapped so tightly around him that he swears this is what heaven feels like.
You’re finally able to sit completely on Lando after a few minutes of rocking back and forth on him. You take a second to catch your breath before slowly grinding down further on him.
Lando can’t pull his eyes away from you until he hears the metal from Oscar’s belt clink around.
He turns to see Oscar watching him with a smirk. “She feels good, doesn’t she?”
Lando can only nod his head, his eyes squeeze shut when you start to slowly lift your hips up then sink back down onto him.
Oscar pulls his pants down, then tugs his boxers down as well. He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. His other hand tangles itself in Lando’s hair and gives it a sharp tug backwards.
Lando huffs out a breath as he stares up at Oscar, his eyes now a bit glassy from the pleasure he feels from you. His eyes drop down to Oscar’s cock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Want a taste?” Oscar asks.
Lando leans towards him and licks a stripe up the underside of his cock, letting his tongue brush against the head and collect his precum.
Oscar sucks in a sharp breath as Lando’s tongue licks around the head. His grip in Lando’s curls gets tighter as he pushes his head closer to his cock.
Lando takes the tip into his mouth, softly sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Oscar can feel vibrations come from the occasional moan from Lando as you start to ride him faster.
The room is filled with a mix of sounds coming from the three of you. Your slick as you ride Lando, bouncing up and down on his cock, Lando gagging as he tries to take more of Oscar down his throat. And none of you are being particularly quiet. Your moans mixed with Lando’s muffled moans, and Oscar’s deep groans bounce off the walls. God help whoever had the room next door to Lando’s.
Oscar is the first to cum. How can he not when Lando looks up at him with big doe eyes as he hollows his cheeks around his cock. Lando can feel Oscar’s release shoot down his throat, the warm salty cum coming out in spurts as Oscar has his head thrown back, thrusting himself into Lando’s mouth.
You can’t help but clench around Lando at the sight. You’ve given Oscar head before, but you don’t know if it’s ever actually felt as good as what Lando had done.
Oscar’s chest heaves slightly as he pulls himself from Lando’s mouth. A string of saliva connects Lando’s lips to Oscar’s cock. Oscar gives him a lazy smile.
“Why don’t you help Y/n cum just like you helped me? Play with her.” He instructs Lando.
Lando doesn’t hesitate to move his hands to your body, playing with your tits, pinching your nipples. One of his hands finds it’s way down to where you two connect, and softly rubs at the little bundle of nerves.
You yelp and lift yourself higher on his cock before dropping down again. Your thighs feel like they’re on fire, the muscles getting sore from the constant movement. Lando presses his fingers against your clit again, now much more sure of himself than before.
Tears begin to form in your eyes as you struggle to keep your pace. Lando begins to thrust up into you to help keep the rhythm you’ve set. His arms flex as they hold himself up on the bed. Yours wrap around his neck as you bury your face in his shoulder.
“I’m gonna cum Lando.” You whimper as he presses harder against your clit.
He feels you clench around him one last time before you cum. You moan out both his and Oscar’s name as you cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Your release triggers Lando’s as he shoots his cum deep inside of you. He hold you down onto his cock as he continues to thrust up into you, pushing his cum as far as he can in you.
You slowly peel yourself off of Lando, whining at the empty feeling between your legs. You glance over at the two boys now laying down on the bed. Both are covered in a light sheen of sweat. Oscar has now pulled his shirt off as he lays back, softly stroking Lando’s hair.
You lay down on Lando’s other side, resting your head on his chest.
“That was… wow.” He says, his voice a little gruff. “Is it like that every time?”
“We don’t have threesomes Lan.” You softly giggle. “We only sleep with people we love.” You press a soft kiss to his flushed chest.
“So you better get used to it, because now you’re stuck with us.” Oscar tells him as he buries his face in Lando’s neck.
You and Oscar let sleep wash over you, wrapped up around the British driver, who just smiles to himself pulling the two of you closer to him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I loved you sooner.” He whispers into the darkness.
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Awwww the ask about Lando's behaviour stopping Oscar getting time with their dom outside of scenes broke me! Poor Oscar but Lando's guilt finally seeing the damage he caused! Could you expand on how he'd make it up to him or how their dom would? (Not that Lando would need much persuasion) 🐇
Of course i can! We absolutely need a fluffy conclusion to this.
For anyone who didnt see the original ask, in the d/s au we said that Lando would get really jealous and upset that you had to dom oscar and would basically just hoard you, not letting oscar see you outside of scenes and oscar is so so sad.
Lando finally realises what he's done when he sees Oscar crying in his driver's room. When Oscar looks up at him, he looks so defeated and hopeless, and Lando knows its all his fault. He only thought of himself and of how seeing you with Oscar made him feel. He never considered how oscar must have felt not being able to be with you.
I think then, he starts to imagine what oscar must be going through and how it would be to only see you during scenes? He imagines what it would be like to go to you for cuddles after a bad quali session and get turned away, and his heart just breaks. He would absolutely be sobbing alone in his driver room like oscar is right then.
Maybe oscar even begs him not to call you? Because he thinks that if Lando calls you, it will count as his scene for the day and he can't have that. He needs to calm down enough to actually enjoy the scene, he can't have just two hours of you comforting him today.
But Lando promises him that he won't make you leave, that oscar can get as much time with you as he needs. Only then does oscar agree to let Lando call you.
Of course you're heartbroken when you see Oscar crying. Even though you havent had much time to get to know him yet, he's still your sub and therefore it still feels like you've failed when you see him so upset.
Needless to say, you comfort him as much as possible and apologise to him for not giving him enough attention.
And the most heartbreaking part is that Oscar actually wants Lando around? Lando starts to leave once you arrive to get Oscar some time with you, but Oscar calls him back. He's not jealous or possessive of his time with you. He wants Lando there too, wants to share his dom and not just keep you to himself.
Lando feels absolutely awful when he sees that, because he realises that it could have been the three of you this whole time? That oscar would have loved to include him?
Obviously Lando comes to you afterwards and says he needs to be punished for what he did. Maybe, to make things fair, you first have him and Oscar talk it out before you deal with a punishment. You need to make sure that they're both now on the same page.
And i think that oscar doesn't even want Lando to be punished? He doesn't want Lando to be deprived of his dom either, and he doesn't want this whole thing to drag on. He just wants it to be over, to finally be allowed to have all the attention he needs and not to have the past hanging over his head.
He just... he wants to be with you and Lando.
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hey bestie, me again 😁
polyam!landoscar with reader who is 5ft?? fanks :]
(if not landoscar, then bearnelli is also ok 👌)
-bear ❤️
hi bestie! ik you're probably asleep by now (you should be, ik your timezone 🫵) but have this here for when you wake up <3
okay so prefacing by saying i haven't been 5ft for a very long time so this may be inaccurate. also prefacing by saying i won't usually write landoscar but i will sometimes for my moots who are landoscar enthusiasts.
poly!landoscar:
lando is so thrilled to not be the shortest
he's rubbing it in your face by putting things out of your reach
oscar then puts things out of his reach
suddenly lando doesn't find it so funny
no but fr they both love you and say you're the perfect size for a middle spoon <3
poly!bearnelli:
will definitely tease you for being pocket sized
you still probably look the oldest of the three of you bc both of them are so baby 😭
i think they'd probably try pranking you once by putting things out of your reach
but then you start putting everything on the bottom shelf
they are whining about their backs and knees and begging until you forgive them
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Mrs Baker, Ma'am
Landoscar's girlfriend loved to bake and all of the grid love when she brings her baked goods to the paddock
Y/N loved the Monaco Grand Prix for just a few reasons. One, it was the race set where she lived, meaning she was familiar with the surroundings and she could sleep in her own bed the night before the race. Two, she could watch the practices from her balcony with her cat on her lap and coffee in her hands. Three, she got to rock up to the paddock with a basket full of baked goods.
Maybe that was why Lando and Oscar fell in love with her. Because Y/N always had some sort of baked good ready for them. While Lando was gaming, she’d be teaching Oscar to bake and presenting the results to Lando. Fans loved when it happened while Lando was streaming. They loved nothing more than watching a blushing Oscar walking into the room with a tray full of cookies. His cheeks would be red while Lando took a cookie from the tray and moaned while he ate it.
The rest of the paddock had also expressed their love for Y/N’s baking. Carlos had been the first to try her baking when he and Lando were teammates. When he moved to Ferrari, Carlos found himself wanting some of Y/N’s baked goods and telling Charles all about them.
Y/N found herself strolling towards the Ferrari garage the next day, a container full of biscuits, muffins and cookies tucked under her arms. It was kind of funny, actually. The Ferrari boys had been talking about it in a press conference and Y/N had seen it and gone out to get ingredients that day. She’d spent her night baking, thankful that she and Lando were staying in an apartment, not a hotel, in Australia.
And then when Daniel had become Lando’s teammate, Y/N had brought him something baked almost every grand prix. From there the news of her baking had spread around the paddock, since Daniel was friends with everybody.
Y/N began bringing her baked goods whenever the grand prix was in Monaco. If she happened to make too much, she’d take some over to Charles or Max in their apartments.
This time, Y/N had two baskets of baked goods on her arms. She strode through the paddock in her best trousers and a cute vest top. She couldn’t stop from smiling as she walked into the McLaren garage.
Zac Brown was the first to spot her. Her, and the basket of baked goods. “Hi, Y/N,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he walked her further into the garage.
“Hey, Zac,” she said, holding out one of the baskets.
After Zac picked out a cupcake, Y/N put the basket down. She greeted more of the McLaren staff and directed them towards the basket of baked goods. She had everything, croissants, pain au chocolats, cupcakes, doughnuts, muffins, cookies, and biscuits. At the bottom of the basket was some fudge she had made, just in case there weren’t enough baked goods for everybody.
Once those working in the McLaren garage were working through her basket of baked goods, Y/N made her way out of the McLaren garage and headed off to Red Bull.
There were just twenty pastries in this basket. On Monaco weekends, Y/N gave out what she could and brought more the next day, giving pastries to as many people in as many teams as possible. Drivers got her pastries on a Saturday and everybody else got them on the Sunday. Everybody else included wags and whoever else got to her first. There was one time where Martin Brundle got completely sidetracked when he went to talk to Lando and ended up with one of Y/N’s pastries.
Max was nowhere to be seen, so Y/N went over to Sergio Perez, who was talking to his engineers. She waited for him to finish up before offering him a cookie. And then she went off to Max’s driver room, after asking Christian where he was.
She knocked on the door and waited for confirmation before walking in. Max’s eyes lit up when he saw her. “If I didn’t have a wonderful girlfriend, I’d be jealous of Lando and Oscar,” he said and gratefully accepted a chocolate chip muffin.
Y/N moved on, walking towards the Ferrari garage. Carlos seemed to have a sixth sense for Y/N and her baked goods, and spun on his heel and marched over to her, a wide grin on his face. “pequeño pollo,” he said and wrapped his arms around her. Carlos pressed a kiss to the side of her head, wearing heart eyes as he picked out the pastry he wanted.
She offered Charles a pastry and moved onto Mercedes. Y/N went from garage to garage, greeting the drivers her boyfriends called their friends and offering them a cookie or a cake or something. Each and every driver was grateful.
And last, after giving Fernando and Lance two of the last pastries, Y/N made her way back to McLaren. She strode into the garage, the mechanics, engineers and strategists giving her compliments on her baking skills.
Y/N grinned and thanked them, making her way to where her boyfriends were talking to their boss. When Zac saw her, he trailed off and the boys turned around.
Oscar was the first to spot her. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the pastries. “Have you been making your rounds?” He asked her.
Nodding her head, Y/N kissed his cheek. “I’ve got two left for you and Lan,” she said.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Oscar walked Y/N over to Lando and Zac. She smiled at the CEO, who immediately began complimenting her on the cupcake. “And the fudge? Oh my god, it was next level,” Zac said. He then left them to it, walking back over to the basket to look for more fudge.
YN looked at her boyfriends and held the basket up in front of her. The boys reached inside, Lando pulling out a chocolate filled croissant and Oscar pulling out a cookie. “Thank you, baby,” Lando said and reached forward to kiss her. Oscar did the same and broke off a piece of cookie to share with her.
Y/N spent the rest of the Monaco grand prix with her boyfriends either tucked into Lando’s side or holding Oscar’s hand. After the qualifying, Y/N took her boyfriends home and rewarded them with another round of baked goods. On race day she brought enough for the WAGS and other team principles. She made another batch of fudge for Zac Brown and Zac Brown only.
All of the paddock were slightly jealous of Lando and Oscar, and their girlfriend who loved to bake. If she was bringing her baked goods to the grand prix, they could keep their jealousy at bay.
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So glad you are back! I’d love a landoscar p3 when ur up for it :)
Gladly II Lando x Reader x Oscar Ⓦ
SUMMARY: Part 3 of One each, or what happened after the dinner.
WARNINGS: **18+**, polyamorous relationship, threesome, not proofread.
A/N: Sorry it's short but I still hope you enjoyed ;)
"No." Lando stopped Oscar from getting into the passenger seat. "Get in the back with her, get her ready for us." Lando smirked as he placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Oscar happily obliged climbing in the back with you noticing the look of surprise on your face always used to riding in the back alone.
"You've been naughty tonight darling," Lando smirked from the front as he began driving, taking a faster speed than normal.
"Open your legs for me, baby," Oscar whispered in your ear as he pulled you all the way next to him.
You were always quick to submit to your boys especially when they'd already been successful at driving you crazy the whole night.
Your legs parted giving Oscar quick access to your pussy. He cupped you earning a breath from you.
"She's dripping." Oscar smiled, telling Lando what he was feeling.
"Open her up for us baby," Lando answered him back.
"Should we get you ready for Lan my love?" Oscar asked you as he began pulling your panties down.
You nodded getting lost in the darkness of Oscar's eyes. "Ye..yes." you stuttered.
"Let's get you ready then." Oscar met his lips with yours, shoving his tongue inside your mouth.
"mmm." You moaned inside his mouth as he slid his fingers inside of you beginning to scissor them inside of you. "Hmm, Ozzie." You pulled back from the kiss for a second trying to catch your breath but Oscar kept kissing down your neck.
"Tell him what you feel baby," Oscar whispered in your ear.
"I-I can't—" You tried telling him you couldn't possibly form words right now, but that only led him to slow his movements inside you. "Oz!" you complained.
"Tell him or I stop baby." Oscar teased you earning a pout from you which was quickly wiped away as he began curling his fingers inside you once more.
"Ahh-" You moaned. "I can...uhh-" You struggled to speak through the pleasure. "I can feel Ozzie-mmm" Your breath hitched as he teased your clit with his thumb.
"What about Ozzie can you feel darling?" Lando asked you and you opened your eyes to see he was palming himself while driving.
"Hi...his fingers inside me." You looked at Oscar, that dark look in his eyes as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you driving you crazy.
"How many? How many fingers does he have inside you darling?" Lando asked.
You were about to answer before Oscar decided to slip another finger inside of you. "AHH!" you moaned at the stretch. "Th-Three." You moaned.
"Fuck-" Oscar reveled in your pleasure.
"C, mon let's get inside." Lando parked the car making both you and Oscar realize you were home.
Oscar pulled his fingers out quickly taking you by surprise at the sudden loss of pleasure. "Mmm...Oz-" You whined again.
"Look at the mess you made darlin." Oscar pointed at the seat under you, covered in your wetness. "You're gonna have to make it up to Lan sweetheart." He kissed you as Lando opened the door on your side.
"I said let's go baby." Lando grabbed you his arm curling tightly by your waist as he hurried you inside.
As soon as he opened the door, he didn't waste any time pinning you against the wall and locking his lips with yours.
"You ready f'me baby?" Lando asked you as he unzipped his pants, freeing himself.
"Ye-" You barely had time to react as Lando lifted your dress slipping inside you.
"You're so wet." Lando didn't move for a few seconds simply enjoying the way you wrapped around him, the way became weak in his arms forcing him to hold you up.
"Fuck her stupid-" You heard Oscar behind Lando.
"Gladly," Lando smirked before he began pounding into you.
This was going to be a long night.
#f1 x reader#f1#f1 imagine#f1 one shot#f1 smut#f1fic#formula 1#changetyre#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri#lando norris smut#lando norris#lando norris x reader x oscar piastri#polyfic#f1polyfic#f1 poly#oscar piastri x lando norris#op81 x reader#ln4
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lando norris x hughes sister x oscar piastri au will be happening 🫦
#⋆。˚ ⋆ ౨ৎ planning au’s with roro#I just love some poly mhm#lando norris#oscar piastri#loscar#hughes sister#lando norris x oc#oscar piastri x oc
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papaya sunrise (ln4 + op81)
poly!landoscar x reader
summary: a typical morning with your boyfriends
notes: i wrote this forever ago, i hope you guys like it. it’s just a blurb really, short and sweet
You’re usually the first to wake up. The sun shines in through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. Your boyfriends look beautiful in the morning sunlight, almost beautiful enough that you don’t curse their strength they’re using to hold you in their sleep. You struggle to untangle yourself from their limbs, but eventually manage to escape their hold.
You reach down to pick up a shirt that had been tossed to the floor the previous night. It’s Oscar’s, it still smells like his cologne. You put it on, then tip toe to the door. You look back at the bed before you leave. Oscar has rolled onto his back now, but Lando has reached out to wrap an arm around him, taking up the middle section of the bed.
You quietly slip out of the room, and pad to the kitchen. You make yourself some coffee and start to think about breakfast when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you.
You know who it as soon as they bury their face in your neck, the little bit of stubble they have scratches against you.
“Good morning Lando.” You hum.
“You left.” He mumbles into your neck.
“And what? You didn’t want to cuddle with Oscar?” You ask, leaning into him.
“Ideally I would be able to cuddle with both of you.” He pouts.
You laugh as you hear the bedroom door open and Oscar walks out. His eyes are still half closed, his hair sticking up in all directions. He’s got a frown on his face, he’s never been a morning person.
“If I have to wake up in an empty bed one more time, I’m going to be livid.” He says. He reaches the two of you and softly tugs you back towards the bedroom. “Come back to bed. Just one more hour of sleep, then we can wake up and start the day.”
You smile as you let Oscar lead you back to the bedroom. He’s knocked out almost as soon as he hits the pillow, pulling you and Lando down with him. You end up in a pile of limbs tangled together. Your head rests on Oscar’s chest while Lando’s arm lays over you.
“Go back to sleep, we’re having a lazy day in today.” He says, his voice still gruff with sleep and his eyes already closed.
You let your eyes fall closed as well, happy to spend the day snuggled up in bed with your boys.
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Poly or Not
Oscar Broken Rib fic
Do you want to read a poly fic where it's Oscar x Reader x Lando or just Oscar x Reader
I'm impatient so you get like 20 minutes to vote
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#lando norris x reader#ln4 x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris#ln4 x y/n#op81 x reader#op81 fic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fanfic#landoscar#landoscar x reader#f1!poly#f1poly
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