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Hiii, I was wondering if you were considering making the CEO’s girl into a series, I am dyinggg for it (PS: I love your work so much it makes my dayyy please don’t stop writing 💗💗)

I would absolutely make it a series!! There’s been a bit of a delay on all my posts because I have like 18 requests to finish 🙃

I do enjoy writing the LandOscar CEO/Mafia bosses/racers with a sugar baby though. (You can usually tell by the length of my fics if I enjoyed writing it)

Some subby gifs and pic of Lando + Oscar

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The CEOs Girl

Summary— Lando and Oscar live to spoil their girl, but when she notices others talking she gets upset.

Warnings— mentions of sex ; she sits on Oscar’s lap ; sweet boyfriends ; couples shower (Oscar) ; cuddling (Lando)

A/N— I got carried away…

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Request— Landoscar where they’re like powerful mafia bosses or ceos or just themself (famous f1 drivers) but they’re so soft and spoil their girl but their girl is like in uni and she gets made fun of for lying she has a boyfriend (s) that are that rich/famous and they gift her things etc and they finally hard launch or something

“You have your bag?” Lando asked her. She nodded and turned on her heels, the ones she begged Oscar to buy her. She turned to see Oscar fixing his shirt for ‘business’ and he gave her a stern look.

“You have your computer? Tablet? Phone?” He asked her. She playfully rolled her eyes and said she had everything she needed. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a pink stain mark. The very lipstick Lando had to double take on the price.

“I have everything, thank you boys.” She giggled. She left for classes, wearing the expensive jewelry, clothing, and other expensive things the boys had spoiled her with. She got to class and realized she was the only one dressed up like an expensive doll.

The professor did the lesson and she wrote her notes in pretty pink glitter pen, catching the eyes of others. Once class was over she saw people talking while looking at her and laughing. When she would usually be praised in public, she was being judged.

“This is uni not a runway.” One girl scoffed. “Seriously what is she even wearing?” Another added. She kept walking to her next class, trying to dismiss the comments. She took a seat and texted the boys.

‘I don’t like it here :/‘ responses flooding quickly through about why or who hurt her. ‘Girls are talking about how I’m too dressy and dolled up’ she texted back. She hadn’t gotten a response after that, the lesson beginning anyway.

When the door to the class opened and the professor respected the presence she looked up from her glittery notes and saw Lando speaking with the professor. Lando made a come here motion when he noticed she could see him and she packed her things and left with him. The girls from earlier whispering about how she was probably using him for fame.

“They didn’t touch you?” He asked as if he was a body guard. “I swear if they did-“ he sighed his anger away, clearing his throat.

“No, just talked about me.” She said shy. His face fell and she had that sad look in her eyes. Lando knew that look all too well, she was about to cry.

“Oh my baby, come see.” He said soft, his voice gliding through her ears like honey. She hugged him tight and he held her head while she confided into him.

He walked her to the car and opened her door after taking her bag. He put her bag in the backseat and got in the drivers. “Where’s os?” She asked, her voice soft, smooth, scared to speak. She only got this way when she did wrong or thought she did wrong. This time it was the latter.

“He’s finishing up a business deal at the office, baby.” Lando said. His hand was neatly placed on her thigh as he drove with the other. He brought her to their office and held her hand as they went in. His key card allowing them access to anywhere.

They got to the back of the back and Oscar was sitting at his desk his posture poised and his eyes focused on the screen of his computer. The printer spewing sheets of paper.

Her heels clicked quicker as she went to Oscar, sitting in his lap. He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hey my darling.” He cooed. “Lan saved you from mean girls?” He asked, giving her loving eyes and moving a strand of hair out her face as she pouted.

Lando sat at his own desk while Oscar resumed working. There was a knock at the door and Oscar tapped her thigh for her to get up. She stood on her feet, anxious since they weren’t expecting anyone. Oscar motioned for her to sit in his chair and she did, cowering as he approached the door.

He looked through the peephole and scoffed, unlocking and opening it. It was one of the media Personel. “Media is organized, Mr Piastri. Mr Norris.” He nodded his head at them and handed a Manila folder to Oscar.

“This is all of it? That was quick.” Oscar said, his voice professional and wary it could be lousy work. Oscar flit through the papers for signatures and the well thought out schedules for the two of them. “Good job, Lando get him a new task please.” Oscar said and the man walked up to Lando’s desk. He looked over to their girl in Oscar’s chair, especially when she rolled the chair out of Oscar’s way so he could access his computer and mark the task done.

“Who’s this pretty girl?” The guy asked with a sly smirk, standing at Lando’s desk. Oscar deadpanned and Lando stood up. He slammed a job on the table that would keep the man busy for hours.

“She’s ours, now go. You’re dismissed.” Lando said harsh, his voice tinged with a rasp. His anger was rising, even if Oscar was right by her. The door opened and the man scurried off.

“Pathetic.” Oscar scoffed. “May I have my seat back darling?” He asked. She nodded and stood up from the chair. He pat his lap and she sat back down. The boys were soft and loving to her. She had accompanied them before, but they never really announced she was theirs.

“Can I show you the notes that I took?” She perked, realizing she had written them in the glittery pen Oscar had gifted her. Oscar smiled and nodded at her. She hurried off to her school bag, kneeling to grab her notebook. “I wrote them with the pretty pen you got me!”

The notes were possibly the most boring thing ever, but Oscar admired them. She was too excited for him to deflate her mood. “It’s beautiful darling, maybe now you can study notes happily.” He knew she hated studying with a passion.

“They’re so pretty, all I want to do is stare at them.” She said, nearly dumbfounded. She ran and hand over the dented page of notes. Her long nails accenting the glitter. The same nails that were marking the boys bodies the night before.

“Let’s put them away so we don’t lose them, okay?” Oscar asked, pecking her cheek with a tender kiss. She listened and put the notebook away. Lando walked to the printer and grabbed the stack of papers.

“Sweetheart, do you want to do something for us?” Lando asked. She looked to her other boyfriend and nodded, leaving Oscar’s lap and standing at attention for Lando. “These papers need some highlighting, yeah?” He was sweet with her, instead of the venom he gave others. She knew what she needed to highlight and sat on the floor by the couch they had, her feet under the low coffee table.

“Meeting times and dates right?” She confirmed, like always. Lando smiled and nodded at her, handing her a pink highlighter and the stack of papers. “Keep them in the same order.” She reminded herself. Lando placed a kiss on her head and returned to his desk.

The three of them preoccupied for hours, but halfway through the stack she huffed a breath and aggressively shook the highlighter. “What’s wrong darling?” Oscar asked, not taking his eyes off the computer.

“This stupid highlighter stopped working!” She said with an attitude and furrowed brows. Lando heard the words come out and grabbed another pink highlighter from the pack. He got up and walked over to her, kneeling at the coffee table.

He swapped the highlighters and she looked to him, her pout and furrowed brows leaving her expression. “No need to get upset sweetheart.” Lando assured her. Her expression turned shy and she got back to work highlighting.

“Next time ask nicely darling.” Oscar corrected the behavior. He didn’t tolerate an attitude, even if it wasn’t towards him. “We’re almost finished, if you’re frustrated or overwhelmed.” He said, now looking to her. Her cheeks tinged and she looked down.

“Sorry, os.” She mumbled. She ended up finishing the stack of papers and brought them to Lando. He pointed a blank spot on his desk and she put them there neatly. “Do they need to be sorted too?”

“I can do that later sweetheart, but thank you.” He smiled. A knock came at the door again and she flinched. Lando placed a hand in hers as Oscar went to open it again. This knock was scheduled, another manager this time.

“You forgot signatures.” Oscar said with tight lips. “I’ll count this as incomplete and have it done tomorrow.” He sighed, the manager leaving and Oscar putting the task as incomplete for the computer.

“Is it that hard to miss the pink highlighter?” Lando scoffed. She yawned and Lando stood up, towering over her. “Are you tired?” He moved hair behind her ear and she wrapped her arms around him lazily.

“Last thing and we can leave darling.” Oscar said, typing away on his computer. Lando tidied up his desk and locked away confidential documents while Oscar finished.

They locked up their office for the night and headed home. She fell asleep on the car ride home and they had to wake her up. “Sweetheart, you have to shower and take off your makeup.” Lando said softly after placing her in her plush, comfortable bed.

She whined and turned to face away from him. He sighed and opted to just leave her alone and sleep, but when Oscar heard she had no chance. “Darling get up.” He demanded. She sat up and pouted at him. “Lan told you to do something.” He said, his head tilting knowingly at her.

She ruffled her blankets and got off her bed. Oscar curled a hand around her waist and kissed her forehead. “Can you shower with me? I’m too tired.” She muttered to him. He obliged and started the shower for her, allowing her to pick out a sleep set and take off the makeup.

“Such a good girl.” Oscar praised as she dried her face from the murky makeup remnants. He got her in the shower and helped her wash her hair and body. She hummed at the feeling. Oscar only focusing on her hygiene for now, he would shower for himself after. She was so spoiled it hurt sometimes. “You’re so beautiful.” Oscar murmured in her ear.

She looked up at him with tired puppy eyes and he turned the shower off. He dried her off tentatively and gently, wrapping her hair in the damp towel to dry. He helped button her silk sleep shirt after she put the matching shorts on and then tucked her in bed with a kiss and sweet nothings.

“Stay.” Her voice soft and laced with sleep. Oscar held her face and told her that he had to go actually shower. “But I want cuddles.” She pouted. “Can lan come?” Oscar assured her he would ask. He left her room with the door halfway opened, the hallway light illuminating part of her room.

Lando had just gotten out of the shower so it was her lucky day. “She wants cuddles.” Oscar told Lando. They chuckled at the statement before swapping positions, Oscar starting a shower and Lando going to their girlfriend’s room.

He closed the door to a crack and she whined, realizing there was still light in her room. “Shh, sweetheart it’s just me.” Lando said quiet, soft. The bed dipped where he got comfortable and he pulled her closer into him. Her body feeling the warmth of his. His body size nearly engulfed her tiny figure as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning they would wake up to their relationship completely publicized, thanks to the media task Lando had assigned the day prior. If anyone was going to ‘bully’ their girl, they wanted them to know who they also had to deal with. Secret photos from behind the scenes of them kissing or hugging after races. McLaren posting her as a future worker once she graduated, the fans going absolutely nuts over her.

They’re kinda ceos, kinda racing drivers, you choose

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Were you Listening?

Summary— Toto notices his student starts slacking off and decides private tutoring is the best approach

Warnings— she sits on his lap ; mentions of reader being horny ; teasing ; no smut sadly :/ ; allusions to smut though

A/N— enjoy!

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Request— toto wolff is a professor at a university, he was teaching maths. he has this one student who kept on slacking off in his class. he doesn't know the reason why she was doing that. so he got sick of this disrespect and asked the student/reader to meet him in his office for a punishment. but toto doesn't know that she was only slacking off because she wanted to get his attention.

College was easy, well easy when your professor in his fifties is fucking hot. Toto Wolff was part of some racing team, but died down his presence to do what he really wanted: teaching maths. He still has some part in racing, but not too prominent.

The only reason she was able to pass his class was because of his looks. She was enthralled by what he was saying and it stuck, her brain remembering the way his lips moved and his hands gestured towards the board.

Recently her grades started going downhill in his class and she didn’t know that he would address that, not to mention the disrespect she had been giving or the dozing off she would do in his classes now.

He went on about his lesson and when the class filed out he pointed to her and made a come here motion with his hand. The other students left, just her and her professor alone. “What’s with your grades dropping darling?” He asked. She huffed out a breath and relaxed her shoulders.

She looked around to avoid eye contact and smirked at the response she thought of. “Well the lectures aren’t as good as they used to be and I just can’t concentrate.” She practically whined to him. “I do apologize for sleeping in your class sometimes, but you’re overworking me.”

Toto nodded at her excuses, because that’s all they were, excuses. “I can tutor you if you’d like, but you need to get your grades up and listen to my lectures.” He offered. Her face lit up at the idea and she agreed that tutoring would help her out.

The first few sessions were quite mediocre and standard teacher and student. When Toto started noticing she wasn’t paying attention or doodling on the notes, he slammed a book on her desk, making her jump and look at him through her eyelashes.

“Are you listening?” He questioned. She nodded and gulped. She couldn’t help being turned on by the older man. “If you aren’t listening I’ll have to find another way to teach you.” He tilted his head with the serious tone he had used on her.

“Yes, sir.” She squeaked. She put her hands in her lap and focused on the board he was so diligently writing notes on for some math lesson. She took in the information and passed the next exam with flying colors.

However, he could not get her to pay attention during this one lesson. He could slam a book as many times as he wanted, she wouldn’t listen nor keep focused on him. Finally he resorted to physical touch. He placed his hand on her chin and forced her to look at him. “Is this a problem subject darling?”

Her face went pink and she gulped. She weakly nodded at him and he let her chin go, turning her notes toward him. She rubbed her thighs together at the proximity. “I just don’t understand it.” She said quietly as he admired her doodles and mindless writing. She was enjoying the attention.

He sighed and pointed to the board. “New page, write that down.” He demanded. She nodded and listened. He watched as she did so, sharing a glance every now and then. “Now. I want you to read off your notes, and explain what I said about it.” He began erasing the chalk from the board and she started citing math rules.

She only read the notes and he stood with his arms crossed waiting on the elaboration he had provided outside of writing. She didn’t remember any of what he said so she stayed quiet. “I wasn’t listening..” She admitted, her face tinged pink still.

He chuckled and she crossed a leg over the other, starting to feel her arousal seep through her underwear as he chuckled. “That’s it for today then, tomorrow I’ll have a different way to get you to remember, okay darling?” He said. With that she left the classroom quickly.

The next tutoring session was nothing of the sort of the usual teacher-student interaction. She noticed how he locked the door. Her breath caught and she snapped her head between the lock and his face. “You never lock the door.” She mentioned.

“I told you I have other ways of motivation for today.” He reminded her. He sat in his chair and pat his lap. She hesitated but sat there anyway. He had notes written in beautiful script on his desk. “If you’re good maybe I’ll reward you.” He whispered.

She squeaked and he began the math lesson. She listened hard and carefully. Once he was done she was able to recite Every Single Word He said. “Did I miss anything?” She asked innocently. Her mind was racing after repeating the math notes.

She was sure that even though she recited it, she’s going to fail the exam remembering how she learned the information. His hands found their way to her thighs. He lightly caressed them and she tilted her head back with a sigh. “Now, pass the exam and I’ll give you a real reward hm?”

She nodded, all words dying on her tongue at the sensations she was feeling. His hands lightly scratching her soft, delicate skin. She shivered at the feeling and then he tapped her, as to say ‘lesson done’ and she stood up. She almost tripped on the way out the door and he smirked from his desk.

Sure enough, she passed the exam with 10 bonus points for a detailed study guide. She smiled big and made her way to Professor Wolff’s office. She knocked and he called out. She opened the door and he smiled up at her, placing his pen neatly in a cup. “You did a good job darling.” He praised.

Her grades began improving and as a reward he would provide her with time outside of the school, small ‘get togethers’ or ‘dates,’ but all they would do is flirt and talk. Toto Wolff was not going to be fired over a student-teacher relationship, but he sure as hell wants to be with her.

I nearly made this smut but I decided against it, I couldn’t think of anything good 😭

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IM GOING FERAL OVER THIS VID RN OMG 👹👹

I fear I’d crumble if I was that reporter and stutter every other word that came out of my mouth after.

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Hey I have a Lando smut request if ur feeling up for it. Hear me out: Lando and guided masturbation. Reader and Lando had a small petty argument over smth and readers too stubborn to admit Landos right and Lando being Lando is also being stubborn (rightfully so in this case) but bc they're avoiding each other they're both becoming more needy and so one night reader tries to get herself off but it's not working cuz it's not the same as having Lando do the work and he catches her and basically refuses to help her out in any way except by guiding her (and mean Lando would defo be present here imo) and making her torture herself through his instructions and refusing to help her until she's done what he asked (and until she admits she's wrong). And some lighthearted aftercare at the end of all this filth 😭. Apologies for the long request hope u have a grt day

Guided Mastur Meditation

Summary— She finds herself ignoring Lando after a telemetry fight and can’t help herself trying to ease the sexual tension, but Lando interrupts and ‘helps’

Warnings— SMUT ; teasing ; guided masturbation ; fingering ; aftercare provided

A/N— uhm hello?! I LOVEEE this

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“You’re wrong, I saw the data Lando!” She argued, standing her ground in the argument. She was saying that Oscar had the upper hand and bottled it in the race, but Lando argued the opposite.

“No he didn’t, he may have had a better set up, but he didn’t have any upper hand.” Lando stayed calm, he understood the data a lot better than she did, even with an engineering degree. “They set up our cars how we ask them to, he always has a different advantage.”

“Lan, Oscar bottled it.” She calmed down now, not as upset. “Half the turns were over shot and the other half was alright, you barely overshot any!”

“Undershot, love, he undershot the turns.” Landon corrected. She groaned and walked off. He silently laughed to himself. He opened his computer and continued looking to the telemetry. He went over his and Oscar’s. Proving his point to be right.

For the next few days they slept facing away from each other, the stupid argument and their stubborn attitudes clashing. It was probably the longest they had gone without getting each other off and it weighed on them. Her especially, wanting an orgasm from his hands, his mouth, she got wet thinking of it.

She went to their bedroom and played on her phone before sparking the idea to get herself off. Lando was busy right? She searched her socials for a good fan fiction of Lando and put her hand down her skirt that she wore.

She read and slipped a few fingers under her panties, soaked with her arousal. Not that ignoring with Lando turned her on, but his calm demeanor throughout it all does. Her fingers gathering the slick, making it easier to rub circles on her sensitive clit.

“He touched her with fervor as he slipped his fingers into her tight cunt” She followed the fan fiction to a T, although she was not gaining any satisfaction. His thick, rough fingers just felt so much better than her small, nimble ones. It wasn’t the same and she groaned at the relief she couldn’t get from her own hands.

Lando decided he was going to show her proof as to how she was wrong and walked into their shared bedroom, her hands pulling back quickly as she closed her phone and sat up. She didn’t think he noticed but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

“Does ignoring me make you aroused?” He asked with a seductive hint. Her face flushed with pinks and reds. “I was going to prove to you how wrong you were, but clearly you had other plans.”

She thought she would get the relief she wanted from him, but she was incorrect for thinking that. “I’m not wrong.” She mumbled, hoping for some sort of rough sex to assert his dominance in how he was right by fucking her dumb.

“You can say that you are right, but we both know you aren’t.” He said, still not making a move from the doorway with his arms crossed. “Go ahead, don’t let me interrupt you.” She looked to him nervously. “Make it easier for yourself, take those off.” He was getting hard thinking about how he could ruin her, or he can just tease and edge her by using his words. “I don’t plan on helping you much.”

She did as told and took off the skirt and panties, tossing them aside. She sat against the headboard, still no motions from Lando. He looked at her to continue and when she didn’t, only then did he move. Her breath hitched. He sat behind her and rubbed her arms while kissing her neck and face. The closest they had been since the argument.

“Touch yourself for me love, make yourself feel good yeah?” He whispered, his voice husky and deep. He watched as her hand moved back and rubbed small circles on her clit. “That’s it, how does that feel love?” He taunted.

She let out a quiet moan and moved with more aggressive circles. When he was satisfied with her small whines and moans he grabbed her hand and moved it down more, allowing two of her nimble fingers to slip in. “Please.” She moaned. He was teasing her with his words, she didn’t dare picking up speed.

“Curl your fingers for me, touch that sensitive spot you love.” He instructed. Her leg twitched when she did. He smiled and kissed her ear as he continued guiding her. “Move your fingers love, slowly, not too fast.” He watched as she listened, moving her hand at a snail like pace, in and out. The wet noises echoing in the quiet room.

He rubbed her thigh and the other moved her hair. “Lan..” She breathed, leaning back. Her head fell perfectly on his shoulder as her mouth hung open. She could feel his dick hard in his pants as she leaned back, slightly teasing him.

“Go faster, get yourself close.” He teased her still, knowing it takes her a long time to get herself to a climax. “Curl your fingers when you thrust them in, try to keep a steady pace love you’ve got it.” He praised. She felt a climax bubbling and he could sense it by the way she was squirming and the noise tones. He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away.

“What? Lan.” She whined, kicking her feet down and straining her hand against his. He kissed at her neck and she relaxed at the slight pleasure he was providing. One hand intertwined with his fingers and the other in the hold of his by her wrist. “I was so close please?”

He laughed into her neck and gave her one more kiss. “Am I right?” He asked. She whined and spat out that he was but he didn’t believe her. “No, no, I want to hear you say why I’m right.” Her legs continued to move as she tried prying one of her hands away.

“Oscar didn’t bottle shit, I’m sorry.” She whined at him. “Please Lan, let me finish.” Once her legs stopped moving and her breathing calmed, he let her hand go. “You edged me and I told you that you were right, please!!”

Her hand returned but she couldn’t get herself close again, his words stopping and replaced by kisses. “I need more of an explanation as to how I’m right, love.” He taunted her again. Her unsteady hand not getting her anywhere.

“Oscar didn’t have an upper hand, you did- fuck.” She moaned. He removed her hand again and before she could protest, he rubbed small, slow circles on her clit. She whimpered and held onto his arm with her slicked fingers.

“So wet, love.” He said, focusing on teasing her more. “We should argue more often, if it gets you this aroused.” Lando smiled at her state, head leaned back, mouth opened, legs lax against the bed, her hands both tensing at his hand or arm.

“You were right, please lan, don’t tease me again.” She said breathlessly at his slow movements. He finally listened and his fingers took over, doing as he told her earlier. Thrusting in and out, curling as they entered. Her breathing picked up and he felt her walls constricting against his fingers, a climax right on the brink.

“Close already?” He asked. “I shouldn’t let you finish, telling me I’m wrong and that my teammate had an upper hand on me?” He teased and she whined again. His fingers picked up their pace, the slick loud and wet on his hand. He moved their intertwined fingers across her stomach to hold her still while he finished her off.

“Oh my god, fuck lan!” She moaned. Her body crumbled at the orgasm like he had predicted, him following her movements forward to help her ride out the high and not leaving her for a ruined orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She strained.

“That’s it, such a good girl.” He praised, usuing his strength to lean her back against him. She closed her legs on his hand as his fingers worked her slowly now. She panted as he removed the torturous fingers. “How’s it feel to be wrong?” He teased her still.

Her mind was cloudy, not caring one bit about being wrong anymore. Her ears rang as he coaxed her through. “I want to be wrong more often.” She panted at him. He erupted in small giggles as she relaxed against him. He rubbed her thigh, letting her body have a break.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He moved from behind her, fixing his own issue. He was going to deal with that later. For right now he was going to care for his girlfriend who he just gave a mind blowing orgasm. He returned with a damp towel to clean her up.

“You said you had proof that you were right?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. He shut her up quickly as he cleaned her up, still sensitive from the orgasm. “I said you were right!” She protested as he cleaned her up, longer than usual.

“I know, I just like seeing you squirm and tell me over and over how right I am.” He finished and kissed her lips.

They both looked at the telemetry and it sparked another fight, this time he fucked her dumb and she never disagreed with him on telemetry again.

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Landoscar Fun

Summary— Oscar admits your relationship and lets Lando join you for a night of fun

Warnings— smut ; threesome ; aftercare ; dom!oscar ; soft dom!Lando ; sub!reader ; blowjob

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“What’s the deal between you two?” Lando asked. “Dating or?”

“Her? Well, technically, just not publicly.” Oscar responded. “Maybe you could join; she loves company in the bedroom.”

“Really?” Lando questioned. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it's always fun to add spice.” He replied. He went and grabbed her from the dance floor.

“What are your plans tonight, love?” Lando asked, shooting her a mischievous smirk.

“Since my brother is gone, no more drinking.” She pouted. She nudged Oscar, giving him that specific look. “Celebrating, maybe.”

“I was just talking about that, darling,” Oscar mentioned. “What if he joins us tonight?” He whispered to only her. Her face lights up, and she grabs Lando’s hand and Oscar’s, leading them away.

They admired her confidence. They also admired her short dress and how it almost showed her entire ass. Oscar grabbed it on her way into the elevator, causing her to smirk. Once in the elevator, she kissed him, and Oscar quickly established his dominance by grabbing her neck.

“Your room or mine?” She giggled.

“Up to you, darling, you’re the one getting ruined,” Oscar responded, removing his hand from her neck. She giggled again and kissed Lando as well.

“Your room, mine is an absolute mess,” She responded, looking into Lando’s glistening eyes. “Like I’ll be tonight, hm? " she whispered to him.

They make their way to Oscar’s room, giggling through the hallways. Oscar opens the door, allowing them to pass first. Lando sits in a chair, not knowing what he should do.

“Strip for me,” Oscar demanded. Her giggly mood changed, and so did her attire. She did as told and stripped her clothes. “Such a good girl.”

Lando caught the hint that Oscar was in control now. She wants to beg, but she has nothing specific to beg for. A whine erupts from her, and Oscar doesn’t like that response.

“Be a good girl and please our guest.” Oscar retorted, undressing himself.

She walked over to the man sitting on the chair in the corner. She straddled his legs and kissed him. He grabbed her ass, squeezing and slapping it occasionally. “Harder.” She moaned. He obliged and slapped her ass harder.

Oscar grabbed and stood her up, causing her to cross her arms while pouting. “Ties or no?” He asked her.

“I was busy.” She remarked. He does this when they have company, to keep her attention and to hear her sass.

“I asked you a question, darling; there's no need for attitude,” Oscar responded calmly.

“No.” She said quickly.

“Hey, there's no need to be so harsh, love,” Lando said, pulling her towards him by her waist. He turned her around to face him, and he pulled her face down to kiss her. “That was his way of getting your attention.”

The soothing calmness that came from Lando was enough for her mood to revert. Lando runs his hand up her thigh and towards her core. She straddled him again. His hand reached where she was dripping with arousal.

“So wet, love,” Lando announced. He teased her, awaiting for Oscar to interrupt again. Sure enough, Oscar had other plans.

“Darling, it sounds more like he’s pleasing you and not the other way around,” Oscar said, almost annoyed. She rolled her eyes, and Lando kissed her.

She gets on her knees in front of him and removes his trousers. She takes no time to tease and start sucking. Lando realized her hair was bothering her and gathered it in a ponytail. She went faster, sucking his cock like no other. Lando groaned and came to his high quickly.

“Fuck love.” He groaned, pulling her hair slightly as a reaction to his climax. She moaned on him as his cum shot into her mouth.

“Swallow like a good girl,” Oscar said from behind her. She did as told and swallowed the cum effortlessly.

“Come see love,” Lando said, having an arm outstretched towards her. She grabbed his hand and straddled his lap once more. They made out while waiting for Oscar. He returned with lube, and Lando leaned back in the chair.

“Go ahead, darling.” Oscar motioned her to get onto Lando. She lifted herself, only to return down on his cock. She moaned with a bit of restraint.

“Easy, easy.” Lando cooed, watching her go a bit too fast. He put a hard grip on her hips and eased her slowly down. She moaned as she bottomed out. “No need to rush love.”

He kissed her as she fell into his chest, loving the filling feeling. Lando slowly lifted her, returning her down. He could tell it was a struggle for her with his size. She was too tight for Oscar to even think of trying anything more than what she was taking.

She grabbed Lando's button-up shirt, tightly intertwining her hands in it. Lando looked at Oscar, who could also tell she was struggling. They silently agreed to just take care of her for the night.

“How’s that darling?” Oscar asked, moving her hair away from her face. Lando slowly moved her up and down leisurely, both drinking her moans and whining. She couldn’t form words, but she nodded.

“Yeah?” Lando smirked at her nod. Knowing he was the one causing her inability to speak. He felt her walls constrict lightly against him, causing his head to fall back and his lip to catch in his teeth.

“Mm, close..” she mumbled, digging her head into his shoulder as her body trembled and faltered at the pleasure. Oscar took his opportunity and rubbed her clit slowly. Erupting a moan to escape her lips.

“I feel you love; let it go,” Lando whispered before kissing her sweet spots, making her moan more. “That’s it, love, relax. I’ve got you.” He stilled her hips as she orgasmed. She almost ripped his shirt as she held on tightly to cum.

She moaned out as her body shook from the pleasure. Her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. Oscar removed his hand, sucking the remnants. “You did so well, darling.” Oscar soothed.

“Can we give him a show?” She asked, fucked out. Oscar and Lando could go on for hours, but the one orgasm she had seemed to have drained her completely. They noticed that.

“Darling, are you sure?” Oscar asked, seemingly aware she wouldn’t give it up. “You seem tired.”

She hummed as a response squirming around, realizing Lando was still buried deep inside her tight cunt. A shaky breath escaped her lips, and Lando chuckled. “You don’t have to push yourself love.” He added.

“We can give him a show some other time, darling. You did really well today,” Oscar praised. “We should get you showered and in bed.” She whined at the realization that the night was far from over, but not in the way she wanted it to end.

“Come on, love, it won’t take long,” Lando said, toying with her hair. Not long after a bit of silence, he lifted her off of his cock. She moaned at the emptiness, and he kissed her. Oscar realized she wouldn’t be able to stand and picked her up.

“Do you want to shower or take a bath?” He asked, sitting her on the toilet cover. She wondered whether she wanted to soak in hot water or take her chances getting railed in the shower.

“Shower," She said. He knew her thoughts like the back of his hand and started a bath. He smiled at her attempt and kissed her forehead.

“Good try, darling.” He chuckled as he grabbed bath salts and sprinkled them throughout the water. Lando peeked his head in and smiled.

“I’m going to head down to my room, but I’ll be waiting for your call, love,” He said, planting a kiss on her head. They heard the door close, and she sulked.

“I’m sorry..” she said.

“For what, darling?” Oscar said, concerned she was being too hard on herself. “Don’t be sorry about tonight; you did a lot today. Understandably, you’re tired.”

She nods her head and sinks into the water, sighing in relief. Oscar starts washing her body and hair, causing her to relax and almost fall asleep in the bath.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He laughed lightly, watching as her eyes drooped. He helped her out and dried her off. He put her in one of his shirts and then into his bed. “Good night.” He smiled as he tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

The McLaren boy showered himself and put on boxers to sleep. He curled up in bed and pulled her closer by her waist.

She doesn’t sleep long, a wet dream clouding her head as she moans in restlessness. Her movements and noises woke Oscar. “Hey...” He whispered, unsure if she was awake and trying to get his attention.

“Oh god..” She moaned. “Yes, Oscar fuck.” She continued. He shook her awake, and she looked at him with embarrassment.

“Are you okay, darling?" He asked, caressing her face. It’s not often she gets wet dreams; it’s usually him, and she takes care of him.

“I fell asleep horny.” She whined. “I need you, Osc..” She felt the desire bubbling, hoping he’d give her a hand.

“I can help with that.” He whispered back. He pulled his boxers off and helped her straddle his hips.

She slowly sunk on him and moaned in relief. He moved her hips slowly, a rhythm that would make her sleepy again. She lay comfortably on top of him as he moved her hips slowly. Small moans and whines come from her lips.

“Relax, darling, I’ve got you.” He whispered after she let out a strained whine. “That's it.” He praised as she relaxed on his chest.

She finishes, slightly shaking. He pulls her off and lets her stay on top of him. She hums in relief and falls back into a deep sleep.

She’s no longer on top of him in the morning, but she is the little spoon. She felt too comfortable to get up and fell back asleep. He woke up shortly after she did and moved to his phone.

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i'm so obsessed with the song 'freak' by doja cat lately and i've been thinking about if you write a story about it with max verstappen or oscar piastri 🙏

Freaky Secrets

Summary— After the 4th championship in a row, she shows him a side he’s never seen and they can’t rid of the high.

Warnings— smut ; car sex ; lingerie ; sub!Max for a bit ; dom!Max ; ties

A/N— oh I had fun writing this for sure

Despite all the rumors, Max was quite vanilla in bed. I knew this, he knew this. He didn’t care, it was still mind blowing sex. For his 4th championship I couldn’t hold back.

I bought lingerie for the night and brought it to every race that he could’ve won, Las Vegas was not where I had planned to be wearing it but here we were. Walking the strip that was once a race track, looking for a club.

I sat on his lap in a round booth with a few other drivers. Max rested his hand on my thigh and my breath hitched. He knew I was going to congratulate him in private. He ran his hand up my dress and felt the Lacey material.

“What’s this schatje?” The nickname causing butterflies to form. He felt it more intricately and noticed it wasn’t just panties and a bra, but a full bodysuit.

“You’ll see.” I tease with a kiss to his cheek. That about disoriented him for a minute. Lando called his name and they went on the dance floor. Once he came back we were leaving. “So soon?” I ask.

“I’m in need of a congrats from you.” He whispered as we drive to the hotel not far off. We got to the room and he kissed me. Delicately like always. I pull back and lead him to the bed.

“Sit down champion.” I say seductively and his cheeks flush. I take off the silky dress I had partied in and he saw the lingerie in whole. “Like what you see?” I ask as he stares.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters. I start feeling up his body and taking off his clothes. His dick standing at attention. I smirk at him and he throws his head back on the bed.

“We’re going to try something new tonight, is that okay?” I ask. He picks his head up and looks at my eyes. I didn’t leave much room for argument.

“Like what?” Always full of questions. I shrug my shoulders in response and he lies back down. “Okay.” He sighs.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to Max.” I reassure him. I rub his thigh and he sits up to look down at me on my knees in between his legs. He holds my chin and kisses me.

“I’ll try anything new with you.” He stays sitting up and I stand up to kiss him. I crawl on top of him as we make out. I grab his hard cock and give it a few experimental strokes. He groans into my mouth and I smile. I grind on him with the lace done at the bottom.

“I’m going to be in charge.” I inform him. I grind on him, my arousal coating him. I leave the bed and open my suitcase to find silk ties that match the color of my lingerie.

“You’re going to use those for yourself right?” He asked. I shake my head no. He moves to the center of the bed and complies when I start tying his hands, licking my nipples as I lean over him. I moan and falter in my movements. “You’re a little freak you know that?” He smiled.

I giggle and finish tying his hands. “I can be your little freak, daddy.” I tease. His dick twitched at the nickname. “Maybe next time I can be tied up.” I whisper in his ear. I continue my grinding and he bucks his hips up.

“Fuck, you’re insane schatje.” He groaned. I kneel in between his legs and take off my jewelry, placing it neatly on the bedside. My arousal was enough for me to stroke him.

I lick the underside vein of his cock and he pulls the restraints. I finally take him in my mouth and suck, the way I know he likes. I take him all the way, gagging slightly but he groans. Once he was close and giving me telltale signs of an orgasm, I pulled off. Lazily stroking him. “Not yet.”

We’ve never had sex without a condom, too afraid of a pregnancy scare. With birth control and how cautious we are already, I decided one night won’t kill us. He doesn’t know that. I bring myself back up to him and kiss him. “Please fuck me.” He said breathlessly.

“Already begging for it?” I tease. I run his tip through my folds and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation. “Just for tonight, I waive the condom.” I say and kiss him.

“Fuck, please fuck me raw.” There’s the begging again. I line him up with me and slowly sink down, the pleasure overwhelming. Something we both haven’t experienced. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groaned throwing his head against the pillows.

I took a minute to get used to his size and the feeling of him raw. I started slow, like we usually do. “How many times should we cum tonight?” I ask him slowly bouncing and grinding in his cock.

“4 fuck- 4 championships.” He groaned. I smirk at him and speed up my movements. I brought him close and he couldn’t even warn me before bucking his hips making me squeal. I kept him deep inside, feeling his warm cum filling me.

“Oh my god..” I moan out at the feeling. I take a minute. “That’s addicting.” I breathe out. We calm down and untie him. “I need you to fuck me, that was-fuck.” My mind couldn’t comprehend how good it felt.

He flipped us and took no time in matching my rhythm of rough. He hit all the right spots and made me see stars. “Who’s making you feel this way? Hm?” He asked. He’s never done dirty talk, but fuck it’s something.

“You.” I whine. That wasn’t enough, he gave me a harsh thrust and I screamed. “Max! Fuck!” He smirked and kept thrusting hard. I couldn’t warn him of my orgasm either as it came through harder than ever.

“You want me to fill you up again?” He whispered, still thrusting enough to let me ride out my high. “Make a mess for you to clean up?” I groan and he fills me again. This time it was much more euphoric.

“Fuck! Oh my god Max yes please.” He laid on my chest as we calmed down again. We finished the night after sharing 4 orgasms each.

That wasn’t the last time Max and I decided to be freaky, no. One night we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. My skirt riding up throughout the night, him pulling it down. We played a risky game of car sex, but it was raining so no one could tell we were the ones fogging up the Range Rover windows.

“Fuck!” I moan on his lap in the backseat. He held my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock. I had teased him and since we opened the rough sex part of our lives, we barely had vanilla sex. “I knew I never liked it simple.” I moan and kiss him hard.

“Yeah? You just never told me you could be a little freak.” His words sent me over the edge. “Used to be my innocent little good girl. Now look at you.” He spilled his load inside me and I moaned louder, throwing my head back. “Doing such bad things to me.” He slowly bounced me as we rode out the high and panted.

“I was never an innocent good girl Max, I just hadn’t had the balls to tell you how dirty I wanted it.” I admit in the Range Rover we had rented for the event.

The last bit was mainly for the song, but I tried to keep it up with the song SO

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Hello there

Can i request a spicy Lewis One Shot with how he celebrates his Sprint Pole.

Im trying not to get my hopes up just in case the team fumbles the bag and this would give me comfort

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Sprint Pole

Summary— Lewis hits a milestone with Ferrari and you want to celebrate him once you get alone.

Warnings— smut ; riding ; soft!dom Lewis ; tiny bit of sub!lewis ; sub!reader ; aftercare ; naked cuddles

A/N— why hello from the other account everyone 🤭

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All the words rang through my ears, “fastest lap time ever around this circuit.” Followed by, “Lewis Hamilton takes sprint pole in the Ferrari!” I snap my head looking to the screens. Sure enough the time runs out and Ferrari is celebrating sprint pole for my boyfriend.

It was pretty great to have a mini celebration but Lewis only wanted to be alone. He only got that chance back at the hotel. “Sprint pole huh?” I tease when we’re finally alone.

“Pretty bizarre how I did that.” He said with a smile before kissing me. The kiss heats up to a make out and I’m suddenly lying in the bed. “Ready to celebrate baby?” He whispers seductively, running his hands all over my exposed skin.

“Let me celebrate you.” I say running my hands down to tease him. The innocence leaving my expression as he looks into my eyes.

“Yeah? You want to celebrate me?” I nod and he flips me over, allowing my legs to rest comfortably on either side of his hips. Clothes were discarded during the make out so there’s no issue there. I slowly grind down on him and he lets out a groan.

“Just relax Lew, I’m going to take care of you.” I whisper in his ear, before moving down and taking his hard cock in my hands. I kiss the tip and lick a stripe along the vein that’s very prominent from his arousal. Tasting my own arousal from grinding, I take him in your mouth.

“Fuck baby.” He moans, resting his hand on my head. I slightly gag when he pushes me down more. Tears forming, but I keep going making sweet noises come from his throat as mine sucks his soul out of his cock.

The telltale signs of an orgasm begin to show and he urges me to stop. “Why stop? You deserve it Lew?” I ask teasingly, still stroking him lightly. He breathes irregularly and I climb back on his lap to kiss him. “You wanna cum inside? Is that why?” I tease. It was something I allowed him to do to celebrate. Otherwise there was a condom.

“Fuck, yes baby, please.” He moaned. I grin and tease yourself before slipping through my folds. The stretch was always a struggle with how big he is. He always assured me to take my time and not to rush it, but he seemed eager.

His grip on my hips was unrelenting, prematurely moving them up and down before the stretch had sunken in. My breath hitched and I scratched at his chest, the pleasure sparking through my body.

He smirks at me squirming. “Too much baby?” He teased. I moan in response, adding my own movements to the mix. Our hips meeting halfway, creating an insane amount of pleasure. He speeds up and I couldn’t keep up with his hips.

“Right there, Lew oh god!” I moan. He continues to hit my sweet spot and I’m a moaning mess. So much for celebrating him. He realizes and flips us again. His pace slow to where I can adjust to the position. He speeds the pace and I let out a small scream.

“Shh, don’t want any complaints do we?” He whispered. I whine at him and he adjust to hit all the right spots, an orgasm embarrassingly close. “I’m right behind you baby, let it go, that’s how you can celebrate me.”

My vision blurs as my orgasm hits and my hearing goes out. “Fuck.” I moan breathless. He thrusts a few more times before sinking as deep as he could and spills his cum inside my walls that continue to massage him. “You did amazing today Lew, I love you.” I say as we calm down. He laid on my chest, still buried deep inside as he calms his breathing.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” He kisses me and then slowly pulls out and gets a damp towel to clean up the mess. We lay next to each other naked, cuddling each other to sleep hoping he wins the sprints race the next day.

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