𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

you asked for it, sweetheart

may i strongly suggest rereading the end of the last chapter before this

also yes im giving you what you want because i am nice even though my plots sometimes aren't, this chapter is straight smut (okay, maybe not so straight but you know what i mean) and i'm not even a little bit sorry about it

oh and lastly this is your sign to indulge in that food craving as i am eating ice cream as i write this

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Oscar looked down at Lando, who was biting his bottom lip waiting for Oscar to figure out his next move.

"And how would you like me to do that?" The Aussie smirked, his tone soft and yet so inviting, the question of course somewhat rhetorical but he was certainly dying to know what Lando, who always seemed to have an answer for everything, would say now.

"Jesus Oscar, anything, I swear to God-"

"Anything, hm?" Now this was fun, one thing he hadn't expected to see today was Lando Norris desperate. Desperate for him, and Oscar didn't miss the softest of whines that escaped him as he tightened his hold on the Brit's wrists.

"Yes, anything," Lando fired back, his body actively betraying the facade he kept trying so hard to maintain.

"And what will you do if you need me to stop?" Oscar murmured, "because you're asking for anything, and in my case that could mean a lot."

"I can take it, I won't need you to stop."

"And if you do? I don't mess with consent, Lan."

Oscar didn't miss the way the nickname just about turned Lando into a puddle on the floor, his already hazy eyes clouding up more and his body melting into Oscar's tight grasp- thank God for the wall holding him up because without it he could have very well been on his knees at this point, unable to sustain his own weight.

"Oscar," Lando whined, and oh he was utterly gone. "I- I'll- red."

Oscar nodded silently, merely observing how the Brit beneath him was falling apart before he had done a single thing and he would be lying if he said this wasn't the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

He hated Lando, and yet no one else had ever made him feel this way from just... this.

His eyes flicked to Lando's lips, so damn tempting and yet he knew he would regret if he indulged. But in the same breath... they were fucked either way.

If he was going to force Lando to shut up, he would do it right.

He slammed their lips together, holding one of Lando's hands in place against the wall, the other moving to his back and dragging him slightly away from the wall only for that hand to trail up to the Brit's curls and tug, hard. Lando gasped audibly, Oscar moving to the miles of tanned skin on Lando's neck, his hand keeping his head in place as he sucked bruise after bruise into his neck, not caring if it would be visible afterwards.

Lando had asked for it.

"Oscar..." Lando whined, his voice utterly wrecked in a matter of minutes. "Fuck-" he gasped, throwing his head back at the sensation of Oscar's lips and tongue and teeth, God, the biting, Lando couldn't get enough of it.

"Quiet, Lan," Oscar cooed teasingly, just to rile him up especially since now he knew the extent to which the nickname affected the Brit. "Wouldn't want anyone walking in on us now, would we?"

Oscar had genuinely expected more of a fight from Lando but it was clear that he wasn't going to get much pushback, Lando's eyes were glazed over and his mouth was parted and as Oscar pulled away to look at him, fuck, this was a one time indulgence but he wanted, no needed to absolutely ruin him.