ln4z

[ln4z]

this is just a psa. i know my fics contain age gap content but i do mention that the reader is 19 or above. before people nuke my inbox saying i make nsfw content romanticizing pedophilia—i don't. i always imagine it as 19 and above because as someome nearing that age and having peers that age i understand that 19, 20 year olds aren't gullible enough to be manipulated.

obviously this shouldn't be confused as girls these age cannot be groomed. what i'm trying to imply that most of them are mature enough to see through that manipulation. i always imagine the reader and the driver in consensual relationship.

so the age gap content i am writing shouldn't be confused as an attempt to romanticize pedophilia, grooming, or such actions

LN4Z! she / her. nsfw. sfw. formula one enthusiast. lando norris apologist. ln4 mullet defender. requests are open. i do not write weird kinks—or extremely bdsm/hardcore. i write for ln4 & op81

[ln4z]

lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense — [ 18+ ]

smut, bit mean and jealous oscar, mentions of vrigin reader but this isn't their first time tgt, 5 year age gap, relatively new like 4 months old relationship

the perquisites of loving someone younger—someone whose a virgin—wasn't the fact that he got to take away your virginity. but get to teach you everything just how he like it. and older bf!oscar piastri takes this responsibility very seriously!

and in the moment he didn't like how someone your age—another ninteen year old who think he can have you—was trying to hit on you—very openly in the hotel lobby.

oscar walked over to you—arms wrapping around your waist itself. "hi honey." he said as if you've been married for years. "is this your friend?" he asked. "oh no, no, no." you were quick to deny in that honey-sweet voice. the same voice that blurred the entire room for oscar. all he could focus on was you, you, you, you, and you.

his mind chanted your name, his heart skipped a beat for you, every flutter of his eyelash was for you. "well then i suppose i could borrow you for now." he didn't even look at the guy or waited for your response before he dragged you with him inside his hotel room.

"on your knees now." he ordered as he sat on the edge of the bed tossing aside his jeans. this wasn't a question nor a request. it was a cold hard order from your boyfriend and you did as you were told. you took his hardened cock out of his boxers. doing exactly like he taught you—spitting on it first, licking the tip a couple times before slowly taking in his length.

oscar closed his eyes and sighed as he felt your warm mouth against his cock. "god, you wouldn't last a day with a boy like that. you would be beggin' for me by the end of the night." he thrusted his hips into your face making you gag and sputter on his cock.

oscar's hands reached down to be tangled in your hairs. god he loved how soft your hairs were—felt so nice to pull onto them. but oscar hated how things were so slow tonight, even if he was the one to teach you this. you gagged and sputtered all over his cock as bucked his hips upward and pushed your head down. oscar kept the grip on your hairs as you took his entire length now.

oscar groaned his cock hit the back of your throat. "jesus–baby—keep doing this." he grunted. and ofcourse you were no one to disobey. oscar's breathing grew ragged, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. "look at me." he ordered, his voice hoarse with need. you looked up—eyes locked on his as you continued to bob you head up and down—cheeks hollowing with each suck. "good." he grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you down even further. "keep going, baby." your eyes watered up as you felt his grip on your hairs tighten. oscar's hand moved from your head to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye.

the gentleness of the gesture was at odds with his roughness. "you're doing so well," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. you gagged as his precum slipped down your throat. oscar—once again—pushed your head down as he came in your mouth. he moaned, his voice a desperate plea. "swallow it." and just like that, he came, his release filling your mouth with warm, salty liquid. "you better swallow it all." he groaned. you gagged, trying to take it all in as he had demanded.

the whiplash was almost shocking as he got you off your knees and on his lap. his lips immediately finding yours—tongue snaking in to taste himself. because he couldn't get enough of the flavor of himself in your mouth. filthy? probably yes but that was oscar for you. "god, you're so sweet for me pretty girl." he muttered against your lips. "so sweet and let me use you like a toy. you deserve a reward don't you think." you gasped as he bit your neck. oscar laid you on your back.

he bunched up your dress—not caring to even remove it. "you're so wet for me." he muttered against the fold of your thigh. "oscar..." you whined, desperately wanting him to do something. "such a desperate little thing." he chuckled, fingers pinching your clit making you moan. you gasped as he bit your inner thigh—littering hickeys between both your legs. you were already twiching under him with want. "baby.." you pouted. and that's what oscar liked, always at his mercy.

he licked your folds—hearing how you moaned at his little action. oscar lapped at your pussy, his movements rough and uncoordinated, driven by his inebriated haze of you on his tongue. bastard was spelling his name against your cunt. "you’re going to feel my name for days. that’s the goal, sweetheart." he muttered against your cunt. his hand slid up her body, cupping her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple.

your legs threatened to close as the knot formed in your stomach. "don't you dare shut me out." he pushed away one of your legs. your back arched off the bed as your hand found his fluffy hair. oscar didn't care if you pulled onto his hairs, just as long as you didn't shut him out. "there it is. my name. it suits you better." he mumbled when you moaned his name. and god it drove him crazy. the way you say his name in that sweet little voice—it almost made him want to only ever want to hear you say his name like nothing else matters.

"you sound so pretty when you forget yourself. when all you know is me." you pulled onto his hairs tighter as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. lewd noises left your mouth rather loudly as he stroaked your clit. oscar couldn't help but chuckle darkly as your hips bucked up for more friction. "such a little slut." he mumbled. "cum for me baby." oscar muttered as he sped up his movements. your thighs trembled as you came all over his mouth.

you twitched as he licked you up clean. oscar kissed his way up—letting you taste on him. "you were so good for me baby." he kissed your forehead. one hand cupping your face as he rested his forehead against yours. "you always are, my dear." he added.

[ln4z]

lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense — [ 18+ ]

smut, bit mean and jealous oscar, mentions of vrigin reader but this isn't their first time tgt, 5 year age gap, relatively new like 4 months old relationship

the perquisites of loving someone younger—someone whose a virgin—wasn't the fact that he got to take away your virginity. but get to teach you everything just how he like it. and older bf!oscar piastri takes this responsibility very seriously!

and in the moment he didn't like how someone your age—another ninteen year old who think he can have you—was trying to hit on you—very openly in the hotel lobby.

oscar walked over to you—arms wrapping around your waist itself. "hi honey." he said as if you've been married for years. "is this your friend?" he asked. "oh no, no, no." you were quick to deny in that honey-sweet voice. the same voice that blurred the entire room for oscar. all he could focus on was you, you, you, you, and you.

his mind chanted your name, his heart skipped a beat for you, every flutter of his eyelash was for you. "well then i suppose i could borrow you for now." he didn't even look at the guy or waited for your response before he dragged you with him inside his hotel room.

"on your knees now." he ordered as he sat on the edge of the bed tossing aside his jeans. this wasn't a question nor a request. it was a cold hard order from your boyfriend and you did as you were told. you took his hardened cock out of his boxers. doing exactly like he taught you—spitting on it first, licking the tip a couple times before slowly taking in his length.

oscar closed his eyes and sighed as he felt your warm mouth against his cock. "god, you wouldn't last a day with a boy like that. you would be beggin' for me by the end of the night." he thrusted his hips into your face making you gag and sputter on his cock.

oscar's hands reached down to be tangled in your hairs. god he loved how soft your hairs were—felt so nice to pull onto them. but oscar hated how things were so slow tonight, even if he was the one to teach you this. you gagged and sputtered all over his cock as bucked his hips upward and pushed your head down. oscar kept the grip on your hairs as you took his entire length now.

oscar groaned his cock hit the back of your throat. "jesus–baby—keep doing this." he grunted. and ofcourse you were no one to disobey. oscar's breathing grew ragged, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. "look at me." he ordered, his voice hoarse with need. you looked up—eyes locked on his as you continued to bob you head up and down—cheeks hollowing with each suck. "good." he grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you down even further. "keep going, baby." your eyes watered up as you felt his grip on your hairs tighten. oscar's hand moved from your head to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye.

the gentleness of the gesture was at odds with his roughness. "you're doing so well," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. you gagged as his precum slipped down your throat. oscar—once again—pushed your head down as he came in your mouth. he moaned, his voice a desperate plea. "swallow it." and just like that, he came, his release filling your mouth with warm, salty liquid. "you better swallow it all." he groaned. you gagged, trying to take it all in as he had demanded.

the whiplash was almost shocking as he got you off your knees and on his lap. his lips immediately finding yours—tongue snaking in to taste himself. because he couldn't get enough of the flavor of himself in your mouth. filthy? probably yes but that was oscar for you. "god, you're so sweet for me pretty girl." he muttered against your lips. "so sweet and let me use you like a toy. you deserve a reward don't you think." you gasped as he bit your neck. oscar laid you on your back.

he bunched up your dress—not caring to even remove it and swiftly removing your panties. "you're so wet for me." he muttered against the fold of your thigh. "oscar..." you whined, desperately wanting him to do something. "such a desperate little thing." he chuckled, fingers pinching your clit making you moan. you gasped as he bit your inner thigh—littering hickeys between both your legs. you were already twiching under him with want. "baby.." you pouted. and that's what oscar liked, always at his mercy.

he licked your folds—hearing how you moaned at his little action. oscar lapped at your pussy, his movements rough and uncoordinated, driven by his inebriated haze of you on his tongue. bastard was spelling his name against your cunt. "you’re going to feel my name for days. that’s the goal, sweetheart." he muttered against your cunt. his hand slid up her body, cupping her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple.

your legs threatened to close as the knot formed in your stomach. "don't you dare shut me out." he pushed away one of your legs. your back arched off the bed as your hand found his fluffy hair. oscar didn't care if you pulled onto his hairs, just as long as you didn't shut him out. "there it is. my name. it suits you better." he mumbled when you moaned his name. and god it drove him crazy. the way you say his name in that sweet little voice—it almost made him want to only ever want to hear you say his name like nothing else matters.

"you sound so pretty when you forget yourself. when all you know is me." you pulled onto his hairs tighter as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. lewd noises left your mouth rather loudly as he stroaked your clit. oscar couldn't help but chuckle darkly as your hips bucked up for more friction. "such a little slut." he mumbled. "cum for me baby." oscar muttered as he sped up his movements. your thighs trembled as you came all over his mouth.

you twitched as he licked you up clean. oscar kissed his way up—letting you taste on him. "you were so good for me baby." he kissed your forehead. one hand cupping your face as he rested his forehead against yours. "you always are, my dear." he added.

[ln4z]

LN4Z! she / her. nsfw. sfw. formula one enthusiast. lando norris apologist. ln4 mullet defender. requests are open. i do not write weird kinks—or extremely bdsm/hardcore. i write for ln4 & op81

[ln4z]

a little bit scandalous — ln4z thoughts [ 18+ ]

smut (obvi), praise kink, first time tgt, 6 year age gap but the reader is almost 20, reader is a mercedes driver, older bf!ln4

thinking about how older bf!lando norris was never the type to go for someone ridiculously younger—atleast not someone as young as you. he first saw you in the Mercedes garage watching the race alongside kimi and toto. the formula two world championship leader. displaying a dominance no one had seen before. every race—including sprint and feature–won from pole, fastest laps set so easily as if it was nothing.

safe to say everyone heard of you. including him. and he didn't think much of it because you were so young—19, basically a child. still a teenager.

it wasn’t until the pre-season testings in bahrain he really looked at you. so timid, reserved. always sticking to your teammate, kimi or people you were already familiar with. what really intrigued him was your coy behavior. the way it was so easy to fluster you. the lovely shade of pink you would turn everytime he complimented you.

eyes immediately casted down wards, heat rushing to your cheeks as you let out a nervous and coy giggle before continuing the conversation. and lando thought it was the most adorable thing ever. but oh how sad this wasn't something reserved for him specially. that's just how you were. even when max complimented you, or so did charles. infact even when any skysports employee praised you!

he wanted to all of it for himself. he wanted the red on your cheeks only because of him. he wanted you to stutter only because of him. he wanted your shy giggles only because of him. he wanted the way you downcast your eyes only because of him.

he wanted all of your timind, coy, and young self all only for him.

"you're such a lovely darling aren't you?" he said as he brushed the hairs out of your face. his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. your first podium, his monaco win—somehow you both ended up in his bedroom, drunk—enough for you to consent properly. clothes thrown on the floor haphazardly.

"lando." you whined as you felt the knot forming—legs shaking as his calloused fingers pinched your clit. "let go for me doll, let it all go." he leaned down to press a reassuring kiss on your temple. with a final thrust his fingers were coated with your insides and slick. he bought his fingers to his lips, tasting you. "so pretty, and taste so sweet. just like your behavior doll."

and there was it, the way you avoided his eyes, face all flushed from the fingering and his compliment as your lips stretched into a coy smile. "you still with me baby?" you nodded at his word.

you moaned as he pushed his cock inside you. before you could utter about him being too big—making you feel so full—he said, "you're taking it so well, sweetheart. i don’t think you even know how good you are for me." and you shut up—egar to please him, egar to earn his praise. now that he was hovering over you, his face was so close you could see the marks your lipstick left on his jaw.

lando smirked at the lewd noises that left your mouth as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. "my doll, my perfect little thing." he mumbled against your neck. your wet cunt felt blissful against his errotic cock. "every single sound you make is perfect. ever. single. one." he says before bitting your neck. mouth littering your neck with purple bruises.

lando knew this was higly unprofessional. he wasn't supposed to be tangled up with you—atleast not like this. he wasn't supposed to be tangled up with the second youngest rookie on the grid. with the rookie who took his bestfriend's seat. with the only female driver on the grid. it would be higly scandalous but god if they knew the way you sounded—not that they would, not that he would let them. he wouldn't allow anyone to hear the noises you make under him, ever.

"god, you're too young to be this addictive." lando kissed the shell of you ear.

"ahh—ah lando." your hips bucked up when he increased his pace. he put one hand on your throat—not even applying pressure. scared that he might break you so it just stayed there. lando groaned when he felt you clenching around him. "ahh–i'm gonna cum." you panted as you felt the knot getting tighter. lando hissed as your nails dragging down his back.

he leanded down, placing butterfly kisses all over your face murmuring, "this is mine," as he kissed your cheek. "this too." while kissing your forehead. "all you—all mine, you hear that?" if his words didn't prove it then his tone did—so assertive and dominating, so possessive. making his message all but clear. he removed his hand from your throat. slipping it in yours—intertwining your fingers together as he felt you near your climax. his other hand slipped under you, playing with your clit.

you squeezed his hand when you came all over his cock—back archin' off the bed. "just a lil more baby." he muttered against your lips as his pace became brutal. chasing his own high—yet still playing with your clit. you whined his name as all the sensations became too much for your already drunken and orgasm blissed sense. "shh i know baby, i know." he kissed your pout. purposely pounding a little hard, making you moan a little too loudly against his mouth. lando slipped his tongue inside your mouth. making sure all of you was pleasured.

and with the final thrust he came in the condom—ofcourse you have to use protection when sleeping with someone so much younger. he slowly pulled out his now softened dick. replacing it with his fingers. "uh uh keep your legs open f'me doll." he kissed your cheek. "you don't have to think sweetheart, just let me take care you." his forehead rested against yours. "it's too much lan." you cried—barely aware of the tears forming in your eyes.

"i know, i know, but you trust me don't you?" he asked kissing away the tears that feel. you nodded—but ofcourse that wasn't enough. "words darling." he commanded. "i–ah–i do trust you." you managed choke out, slowly opening your legs more. "that's it—there you go, always so so pliant. my sweet girl, my good girl." the praise, the overstimulation, the alcohol in your system—it was all too much. your thighs trembled as you came all over his fingers once again. lando hummed as he tasted you—his new favorite flavour—once again.

he fell next to you, pulling you in his arms. big hands wiping away the dried tears. and that's when something snapped in him–perhaps the reality of the situation. "hey—hey baby, look at me are you okay? did i push you too far? did i hurt you?" he asked, voice laced with worry and anxiety. "no no you were good." you muttered—tired body instinctively curling towards his warmth. "you're not sleeping are you? i need to clean us up." lando looked down at you. carefully tucked into his side already pouting about five more minutes.

god, he was so so so gone. he held you—just five more minutes—with your head tucked under his chin. thinking about he'll never touch another girl ever again. not after you.