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💥 love is papaya orange ᝰ.ᐟ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ : word count : 1669 👅 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : synopsis : after oscar's first championship win, his ego clashes with you- lando's lifelong best friend—when they're forced to work closely at McLaren. what starts as hate turns into secret tension, messy feelings, and a tangled love triangle that neither oscar nor lando saw coming… until it explodes into something no one can control!! ੈ✩‧₊˚ : featuring : oscar x engineer!reader x lando ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : ahh okay pt 4!! pt 5 soon aka final n um this is set in 2026 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : genre : smut, smut and more smut!! theres some fluff and angst in the midst of it all ੈ✩‧₊˚ : tws : just love triangle in this chap </3 also alot of teasing n oscar being as complete ASS !!!!

part 4. falling into place 🦊

The following day, you didn't really see each other much, but when you did, you could tell the cloud of dislike had lifted off.

"Hi," he said, smiling for the first time, instead of stupid smirks.

"Hey." you responded, a faint smile

"I was thinking about how to pay you back.." he muttered and rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down by the chair in front of your desk, manspreading and looking away nervously.

"Yeah?" you said confused, looking up from your laptop,

"I.. could take you for dinner..? he choked out.

"Oh um- Oscar i dont kno-" you were cut off by a loud cough-

"Platonically! Of course.. or professionally, whichever you prefer.." he looked at you and furrowed his brows as you looked a bit incompetent.

"Ah.. In that case sure, but shouldn't we invite Lando? You know, to make sure the paparazzi don't say we are dating?" you said,

"Oh- i hadn't really though about that. But i wouldn't worry about that.. I can book a very private dinner?" he said nervously, using his signature face, one sided smirk and looking to the side.

"Mmm... Alright. Is Thursday good?" and he nodded,

"Yup," the p popping off his tongue, "Perfect. I can pick you up at 8? Or would you rather me order you an uber?" he offered.

"Uh.. id rather uber myself. Thanks." You cleared your throat. 4 days till your dinner. You didn't really expecting your view of him to change all that much after this dinner, but you were willing to try anyway.

"Oh- Alright," he spoke, "Well I'll see you tomorrow, its home time for me." he turned away.

"Bye," you said clearly.

"Bye."

Over the past couple days, your view did change. He was nicer, politer, you finally saw the version of Oscar everyone raved about. His 'polite cat energy' and honestly even the 'boyfriend material' his fangirls always talked about.

On the day of the dinner, you didn't want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you were going to a very fancy restaurant one reserved by only famous people. Insured that paparazzi would not sneak their way around.

So you ultimately threw on a long black silk dress that hugged your curves, not too tight but didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

Hair curled and fluffy, eyeliner snatching your eyelids, and lips a dark red.

Your uber was nice enough, comfy and a talkative driver, although a bit inexperienced.

But when you got to the restaurant, you were kind of embarrassed to be riding in an uber, you hoped that people just thought it was fancy, your own personal driver.

As you walked in, searching for the familiar face, but he spotted you before you could spot him, walking over to you and smiling

"Hi, thought you weren't coming for a second there." he laughed

"Yeah... My uber didn't really know his way around, sorry about that." You giggled a bit and he smiled

He looked you up and down, "O-oh and you look really beautiful by the way." he said smiling.

You blushed a bit and laughed nervously. "Ah- thank you.. you look really handsome." he smiled really big and took your arm, "Cmon' our tables over here."

You guys sat down and chatted for a bit before the waiter came to take your drink orders.

"Buonasera, have you made a choice on the drinks?" (good evening)

"I'll have a glass of Amarone please."

"Good choice sir, and for your pretty girlfriend?" the waiter said calmly and Piastri nearly spat out his water.

"Ah- She's not my girlfriend.." he muttered and the waiter looked surpised

"My dearest apologies, i just figured from the way you look at her mister, terribly sorry." and the waiter hung his head for a second.

You coughed, "Ahem um... I'll just get the uhh, ahem.. the Chianti.. please.." you said quietly..

The waiter nodded and said softly to you, but loud enough for the very flustered Australian to hear, "He'll ask one day madam."

Oscar coughed very loudly as he saw you very red in the face, "Please will you just go get our drinks..!"

The waiter walked away and the two of you made eye contact

"I'm sorry about that..." he muttered

"Ah.. its okay osc." he blushed at the nickname.

Over the course of dinner, you got to know each other more, you told him how you knew Lando, and he told you how he got into racing.

When you had finished your meals, you realised he really wasnt that bad. I mean, you really liked him. He was sweet, handsome.. but you couldnt get over the fact he was such a prick when you first met.

At the end of the night as you were laid in bed. He dropped you off instead of ubering, and you gave him a hug before you went inside, his touch lingering a bit too much around your waist, and you leaned into it too much.

But fuck, what were you supposed to do?

And now both McLaren drivers looked at you with a glint in their eye, and both for the same-ish reason, love.

I mean, you weren't sure if either of them were in love, i mean, Lando clearly thought you were hot and wanted you, but you didnt know if he felt the same way, as if you wanted to date, but didn't at the same time, in fear of ruining your 20+ year friendship.

And Oscar, i mean you have spent basically more than half of your time knowing him, hating him. And that wasn't particularly a good start.

But, i mean you liked both, what Oscar lacked in confidence, Lando had. And what Lando lacked in gentleman-ness, Oscar had.

And like... why not both?

The next day felt like static in your brain — fuzzy, unpredictable, uncomfortable. You couldn’t keep stringing Lando along, not when Oscar had actually made you feel something... real. Even if it was barely developing. Even if it was new.

So you told him,

You caught Lando just before the briefing that afternoon, cornered in the hallway with his cap on backwards and his classic cocky smirk — the one you used to love.

"Hey... got a sec?"

"Always," he said, leaning against the wall. That look in his eye again.

You inhaled. “Lando, I need to talk to you seriously.” His smirk faltered.

“This... whatever we’ve been doing—”

“You mean fucking?” he joked, but it was tight, like he already knew.

“Yeah. That. I don’t think we should keep it up. Not anymore.”

His brows furrowed. “Wait, what?”

You swallowed. “I like Oscar.”

The silence hit like a punch in the gut. His eyes flicked away for a second before landing back on you, a little colder.

“You like him?” he said, like it tasted bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to.. But I do. And it wouldn’t be fair to you if I pretended I didn’t.”

He scoffed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Right, okay.” You reached out, but he stepped away. “I just— I thought you and me—”

“I know,” you said softly. “But you deserve more than half of me.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just nodded once, sharp and stiff, before walking away.

Later that evening, Oscar found Lando alone in the driver's lounge, staring at a monitor that wasn’t even turned on.

“Hey,” Oscar said cautiously. “You good?”

“Just fine.” Lando said sarcastically, still not looking at him.

Oscar hesitated, then sat beside him. “She told you?”

Lando’s jaw tensed. “Yeah. She told me.”

Oscar nodded slowly. “I didn’t mean for it to get complicated. I just— I like her. Like really like her.”

Lando scoffed. “Of course you do.”

Oscar frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lando looked at him, fire building in his throat. “It means I’ve been messing around with her for years man. Friends-with-benefits type shit. And now suddenly you get all soft-spoken and polite and she falls for you?”

Oscar blinked. “Wait. You and her—?”

Lando nodded once. “Yeah. We were something. Or at least... it felt like something. Until you came along.”

Oscar’s face fell, stunned silent for a second. “I didn’t know.”

“No shit.”

But then Oscar cleared his throat and looked away, red blooming up his neck. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think I just like her.”

Lando blinked. “The hell does that mean?”

Oscar looked at him — really looked at him. “You. You’ve been in my head too. And I hate it. And I don’t understand it. But it’s there.”

Silence.

Lando stared, like Oscar had just admitted to murder. His breathing slowed. He licked his lips, nervous. “Dude… are you saying you like me?”

Oscar swallowed. “I think I do.”

And then — blame the tension, the jealousy, the months of denial — Lando surged forward and kissed him.

Hard.

Oscar kissed back. They both breathed through it, hands grabbing shirt collars, lips parting, heat rushing in places they hadn’t even acknowledged until now.

It was messy. Rough. A collision of all the confusion and lust they’d buried.

But it didn’t last long.

They pulled away, panting, wide-eyed. And then, in perfect timing—

You walked in.

You froze.

They froze.

You blinked once. Twice. “Okay... what the fuck is happening?”

Oscar jumped up. “Wait, it’s not—”

“I mean, it is,” Lando interrupted, wiping his mouth. “But also… not what it looks like?”

You stared at them, dumbfounded, heart pounding. “So let me get this straight: I regretfully dump you and say that I like him, someone apolgized to someone and then you two decide to just make out instead?”

Neither of them had an answer.

“I— I don’t even know what to say,” you whispered.

Lando looked away. Oscar ran a hand through his hair.

It was silent for way too long.

Then you just burst out laughing. A short, hysterical laugh. “This is so fucking complicated.”

Oscar laughs, "We'll figure it out."

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : um so i had my first college exams guys, (im taking mechatronics enginerring!) and i did so well i think, so sorry this took so long, since its holidays for me soon ill be more active. and omg i think this fic is only gonna be 5 chaps.. i wanted in to be 10 but anyway. send me inbox's pls!! i alr finished my first, gonna release it ltr tdy but pls send more xx

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BYE HIS HANDS LOOK RIDICULOUSLY BIG IN THIS

THE JAW CLENCH HELLOOOOO

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that’s what I do when I’m trying not to smile so i assume that’s what he’s doing

This thing oscar does with his mouth sometimes when he wins where you can tell he feels confident and proud of himself yupppp

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oscar loved playing with your pussy. not in a particularly sexual way, he just loved slithering his tense hands down your slick thighs to be met with your puffy clit and wet folds. he adored swirling his fingers around in your arousal, finding it cute when you would squirm under his touch, whimpering and begging for him to just do something proper. he always refused, much rathering to tease your sensitive bud and soft centre. slowly slipping his lengthy fingers into your soaking entrance, dripping with sticky anticipation, heat pooling inbetween your legs in your needy cunt, fingers curling to hit that one spot and velvety walls. your eyes squeezing and your pussy throbbing, room filled with filthy mewls and wet sounds. you whined and sobbed as he suddenly pulled his fingers out, only to suck your flush off them and carry on watching your favourite series as you begged for him to fuck you senseless. but you knew he wouldn't, not until you were crying for it and his only excuse was to 'shut you up'.

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life gives, life takes!

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BOTH BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME ‼️‼️

Found this pic on Pinteres and I only looked at Lily's tits(sue me). Also this is me asking nicely and subtle for new wag x reader content!

Oscar Piastri count your days

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Okay this is going to be my last Isack post about this and then any asks I get are getting ignored (unless they're interesting)

Isack is a man. A french gen z man. None of what I have seen surprises me in terms of the type of humour him and his equally french men peers have, because I have the same shit on my feed. I have the same friends that send me the exact same stuff. Those people are chronically online and don't really get the difference between dark humour and stuff that can potentially hurt people's feelings.

But in my opinion, that is not Isack's responsibility to walk on eggshells for fear of offending people. Dark humour is dark humour, and I myself laugh at a few of those posts (not all of them, like the fatphobic one) but you also have to understand that the jokes aren't just the joke in itself, it's the use of memes provided by a very problematic icon that he (and a lot of athletes) probably idolizes and therefore makes everything funny if you don't think about it for more than three seconds (the time it takes to like and scroll).

This is the link to the first ask, and I have to say, insulting Isack and putting down an entire religion is the opposite of open-mindedness and quite unnecessary, unnacceptable, and a bit racist given that he happens to be an arab muslim.

And to answer 💚 anon, no hon you put it perfectly. Once again, people putting overpaid MEN on some kind of imaginary moral highground is delusional, and very much something that is detrimental one way or the other to fandom spaces. And also, some people get offended by fucking anything, touch grass. He's a lovely guy, but he's still a 20 something year old man.

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prince vibes go hard

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MMMMM YUMMY WHAT THE FREAKKK I NEED THAT MAN. IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE UGH

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heads of the gpda, everyone

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he’s just whoring around now

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something blue - ln4 PATREON ONLY

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary: in which you and your ex boyfriend see each other at a wedding months later OR lando misses the fuck out of you. warnings: angst angst angst, language, smut, duh smut, p in v, f!receiving oral, dirty talk, kinda sad, yearning??, idk what else yet.... ;) word count: its not finished yet but will be over 5k for sure author's note: so this will be my FIRST story on patreon. tumblr will probably get the story eventually but not for a whiiiiile....xoxo

OUT FRIDAY JUNE 20, 2025 ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

“Still got that mouth, yeah? ” He says, quietly. “Never learned when to stop.”

Your eyes narrow.

He leans in closer. Just enough to make your breath hitch.

“I’d say it’s nice to see you,” he mutters, “but I’ve gotten really good at lying.”

You tilt your chin up. “That’s always been your strongest skill.”

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and then there’s lando and charles aura farming

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE PICTURE OF THEM AT THE PREMIERE ON THE ROOF

Where is Carlos looking 😭

Bby is in his own world

-🦖

Ten bucks says he was looking at one of his many wags

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💥 love is papaya orange ᝰ.ᐟ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ : word count : 1000 on the dot omg (excluding texts) ੈ✩‧₊˚ : synopsis : after oscar's first championship win, his ego clashes with you- lando's lifelong best friend—when they're forced to work closely at McLaren. what starts as hate turns into secret tension, messy feelings, and a tangled love triangle that neither oscar nor lando saw coming… until it explodes into something no one can control!! ੈ✩‧₊˚ : featuring : oscar x engineer!reader x lando ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : ahh okay pt 2! pt3+4 soon and um this is set in 2026 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : genre : smut, smut and more smut!! theres some fluff and angst in the midst of it all ੈ✩‧₊˚ : tws : just love triangle in this chap </3 also alot of teasing n oscar being as complete ASS !!!!

part 3. enemies 🍁

A week later from your lavish and tension filled dinner, here you were, standing in the paddock.

It wasn't awkward with Lando, just sultry looks and arms brushing, sometimes fingers dancing together as you would walk past.

With Oscar on the other hand, conflict was an understatement. instead of desire and attraction like Lando, it was just hostility and bitterness.

Oscar glaring, gaze burning holes in your skin, and Lando undressing you with his eyes, the polar opposite stares making you sweat in nervousness.

As the strat meeting ended, Oscar walked in front of you-

"You're in my way."

You snapped out of thought and looked up at him.

"O-oh- sorry." and you moved out of the doorway.

He scoffed and brushed past you, your cheeks red from embarrassment.

You sighed as you walked out the doorway, relieved it was home time.

You walked into your office, thankful you didnt have to talk to either Oscar nor Lando today, seriously feeling like being alone today.

That was.. until you heard a knock on the door, hoping it was that sweet girl from the media department instead of anyone else.

To your dissapointment, it was Oscar.

He huffed as he opened your office door and rolled his eyes as he saw you.

"Oh. you're here." he spat out.

"Uh, why wouldn't i be..?" you quipped.

he shrugged and plopped a stack of paperwork on your desk.

"Doesn't matter." he said carelessly

"Tell me." you blurted out before you could stop yourself

"I said it doesn't fucking matter." he snapped and you jumped slightly at his harsh tone.

You stayed quiet as he slammed the door a bit behind him.

You let out your held breathe as he left and shook your head a little as you blinked a bit in disbelief.

Later, as you finally emerged out your office with the finished paperwork for Zak.

Carrying them all, as Oscar bumped into you, very purposefully.

"Oops." he snickered

“Oh, for f—” she hissed, dropping to her knees. "R-Really?" she said looking up at him.

“Still so nervous around me,” he said, voice low. Teasing.

“Still so rude.” she spat back, snatching the paper from his hand that he has picked up.

"Why are you even like this? What did i ever do to you?" you scoffed

"Cause i feel like it. And i don't like you." he rolled his eyes

You finished picking up the paper and walked away.

"Whatever.." you said as you walked away.

That night you really just wondered why he really does not like you.

Maybe it was your closeness with Lando, or the fact you were a woman in a man dominated field, or maybe he just thought you were annoying.

You didn't know why you were thinking about this so much, but it was really bugging you.

You just hoped it would go away.

But one day,

You stopped talking to him.

Cold. Clean. Silent.

No more glares. No more comebacks. No more “accidental” brushes in the hallway. Nothing.

And the only time you ever spoke to him at all was when someone else was there- group meetings, passing comments, work talk. Your voice was polite. Distant. Professional.

At first, he didn’t care.

Or he convinced himself he didnt. He still walked around with that same cocky smirk. Still talked loud enough for you to hear. Still brushed past you like he didn’t notice the way you stiffened.

But after a while… something changed

The coldness got too cold. Your attention, gone. And it stung more than your words ever did.

One afternoon, he passed by your desk and dropped a comment just loud enough for you to hear.

“You don’t get tired of the silent treatment?”

You didn’t look up.

“I got tired of you.” you breathed out.

And that’s when it hit him.

That ache in his chest wasn’t annoyance—it was absence. The fire was still there. Still burning. But it was one-sided now. And for the first time… he hated being the only one feeling it.

He was at home. Lonely. No witty remark to dwell on, no tension filled glares thick enough to cut with a knife, just absence.

So he got fed up with it, he wanted to apologise. So he texted Zak.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : um sorry this took so long.. i made like 3 chapters into one, then realized i hated the second half so heres the first part i LIKE while i fix the second..

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WHAT IS THAT. Where is my mans snatched waist and his slutty chest? This is diabolical and I don’t stand by it. 😔💔

AND HE LOOKS LIKE HES ON HIS SECOND DIVORCEEE MY BABYYYY

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they touched each other after this

Babe, wake up, new landoscar selfie just dropped

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💥 love is papaya orange ᝰ.ᐟ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ : word count : 1.1k proofread once ahah ੈ✩‧₊˚ : synopsis : after oscar's first championship win, his ego clashes with you- lando's lifelong best friend—when they're forced to work closely at McLaren. what starts as hate turns into secret tension, messy feelings, and a tangled love triangle that neither sscar nor lando saw coming… until it explodes into something no one can control!! ੈ✩‧₊˚ : featuring : oscar x engineer!reader x lando ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : my first fic!!! ive been on tumblr for a year and a bit now, and ive finally gained the courage to post something. constructive criticism is very appreciated, enjoy!! also this is set in 2026 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : genre : smut, smut and more smut!! theres some fluff and angst in the midst of it all ੈ✩‧₊˚ : tws : oral (f receiving), fwb, overstimulation, love triangle, fingering, lands neglected in this chapter, praise, degradation if you squint real hard,

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part 2. meeting 🐅

It was a quiet, airy evening in Woking, the McLaren dinner awaiting you. The luxurious limo picking you up and dropping you off at a visibly expensive restaurant, you headed inside. Unfortunately a bit late, but hey, punctuality wasn't really your thing anyway. You spot Zak, waving and processing the new faces, and old! You waved all big to your big time childhood friend, Lando Norris! He stood up to greet you and you sat inbetween him and another familiar face. You had obviously always watched F1 so you had recognized him almost immediately.. except he rather looked a bit bleek. Oscar Piastri. The 2025 WDC winner, multiple grand prix winner and to you at least, McLaren's number 2 driver. You put out your hand to shake his, but instead he looked you up and down and gave you an obviously fake, and rather weak smile as he shook your hand inattentively. You raised your eyebrows as he turned around, rather appauled by his disrespectful and honestly pathetic attempt to try and disregard you! Had he not known you were the new Race Engineer? 

Already having somebody look over you and your abilities was short of your expectations. You weren't particularly surprised, always having people feeling disdain about you and credentials. But maybe you were expecting for something to change here. You tried to enjoy your dinner with the rest of the welcoming crew, but had a pit in your stomach, feeling you had already made an enemy, he shot you dirty looks the entire night, But why? You didn't understand exactly why orwhat you did to make him feel this way about you already, maybe he was upset that Andrea Stella had left, but either way it was evident that he did not enjoy your presence.

The ride home was settling, Lando's arm draped over your shoulder as you guys caught up and he comforted you about the Oscar situation. It had been 2 years since you had seen the lifelong best friend, so it was nice to reconnect. You guys had been friends with benefits before and the last time you saw each other had ended up with a rather.. passionate send-off. You lock eyes with him and he grabs your jawline softly. "Can i?" he cooed, and you nodded a bit. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and you melted into it. "Its been so long, I've craved you so much..." you smiled and laughed gently, he tucked your hair behind your ears and scooted to the other side of the limo as it slowed down on your street. Lando rushed to get out and open you door, like the true gentleman he was. You giggled as he took your hand and kissed it and pulled you up. He walked over to your hotels lobby door, opening that for you as well. 

You basically crashed into his arms as soon as your hotel room was open, he undressed you, high heels and silky black dress dusted to the side. He smirked at the sight of you. "Good lord.. I missed this view." he grinned and pushed you off him, he removed his suit and crawled over to you on the bed. "So gorgeous huh? You missed me?" you nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "Use your words. Or ill punish you.. and we all know what happens then." you quivered and responded, "Y-Yes I missed you Lando.." you stammered out. "Awh, so nervous for what baby? Or is it excitement?" he chuckled and dipped his fingers down to where you needed him most. "Fuck. So wet for me darling." he groaned at the moisture encasing your panties. He grabbed the waistband of your lacy panties, pulling them and letting them snap back to your hip. He looked up at you, one thigh bent and your hand in his hair and he sneered. "Beg for it baby." you gulped and parted your lips, "Please Lando.. i want your tongue on me so bad.." he snickered to himself "Good girl baby, so eager for me" he pulled your panties down teasing you. 

He pressed a small kiss to your clit and you wriggled, he grabbed your thighs. "Are you sure this is okay baby? We don't have to.." you cut him off- "No please- i need you so bad!" and he giggled to himself. "Alright.. just lay back and enjoy it baby." without warning, he slid his tongue, flatted out, and licked a long stripe up the soaking folds, a slowness to it that was just right. You moaned at the feeling and he breathed out, happy to know you were enjoying it. "You liking it gorgeous?" he gasped out and you nodded frantically. "God.. Lan.. feels so good." you moaned embarrassingly loud as he eased two fingers into you and sucked softed on your sensitive nub. He lapped at your cunt, savouring the sheer gloss that covered his face and your pussy. 

"Fuck.." he stuttered out and pulled you closer, spreading your legs open and covering your cunny in spit and drool. Your legs quivered and you let out a breathy moan. "F-Fuck! Lan! I'm so close p-please" You gripped the covers, and he giggled agains your cunt, causing vibrations to run through your body. He pushed through and sent you tumbling over the edge with your climax. But to your surprise, he didn't stop, he just pushed you through and after. "L-Lan! Fuck t-too much!! Please- god-!" he chuckled out sinisterly and carried on lapping at your poor overstimulated cunt. You came for a second time, wailing so hard you were sure you were gonna receive noise complaints. Tears prickling your eyes, you let out a breathy sob as he held your waist. 

"Are you okay baby?" you nodded frantically. "Yes.. fuck.. thank you Lan.." you heaved and tried to catch your breath. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Im glad you enjoyed it but don't worry about returning the favour now. I know you're tired." you smiled and he pulled you up into his arms. "Just sleep. We have a long day at the HQ tomorrow." you nodded and let out a small 'mhm' and he pulled the duvet up over the two of you, acting as your bigger spoon. You drifted off as he stroked you hair and let out little praises of doing so well for him.

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a/n; I really hope you enjoyed this I was so scared to post this, but ive finally done it!! and dont yall worry cuz chap 3 is already in the making and ive planned all of the rest, im expecting there to be around 5-10 chapters, but honestly i dont know. so wish me luck!! mwah xx - sau