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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: almost a month later (??) didnβt feel like that to for me because work has been beating my ass but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless . 2nd part to this
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: a maxivstappen post ?? in 2025 ??? whatβs going on
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ποΈ:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didnβt exactly steal them but who cares)
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)
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hihi congrats on 500 followers wohooo!!! i love your writing sm you deserve 500 and many many many more <3
for your special how about either oscar or lando (you decide bb) who always wants his best friend (reader) to come to one of his races and then that ONE time it actually works out he wins and instead of being normal about it the first thing he does is run to his bestie and kiss her ?? romcom vibes iygm <33
have fun with it lovie!! if you donβt want to write it donβt worry itβs just an idea ofc
my baby i love the bones of you! i love love love this idea tysm π
reqs are still open cuz my laptop is fixed!!!
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oscar didnβt mind that you had a life outside of him. he honestly didnβt. most best friends did. he himself had a life that didnβt revolve around you so why should he expect you to? his mother had told him that it was the part of him that was in love with you that wanted him to be the centre of attention. at first he was shocked by the very thought of being in love with you. but then when he saw you for the first time after that conversation with his mother, it hit him like a grand piano falling on top of him in the middle of the street.
since his realisation he had begged you to come to a race and cheer him on. it baffled you because for as long as you had known oscar he had never really bothered about you coming to watch him race, itβs not like he came to watch you type up a report at your office. so when he started getting on your case about it, well it made you wonder what exactly had changed.
βplease! i am begging you to come with me. just this once.β oscar had pleaded from your couch. it was the summer break and he had decided to stop over at yours for a sleepover, having missed you while being away racing for the past god knows how long.
you rolled your eyes. βwhy do you keep asking me? you never cared before.β you retorted knowing that this would shut oscar up. it always did.
βi miss you a lot while iβm away. you are my best friend you know. face time doesnβt do it for me anymore.β oscar had pulled your feet to rest on his thighs as some stupid romcom played on your tv in the background.
you donβt know what tugged at your heartstrings this time, maybe it was his honestly and not shutting you out this time. or maybe it was the face that you really did want to watch him in his element. you wouldβve killed to watch him win his first race, even under the circumstances.
βfine but you better win to make it worth it.β
this conversation plays in oscarβs mind the entire way to baku. you sat next to him nervously. it wasnβt your first time flying, but it was your first time flying in max verstappenβs private jet with your best friend, his teammate and the current world champion.
oscarβs hand makes its way over to your knee to give a supportive squeeze and both lando and max can tell that there is nothing platonic about the two of you. lando wonders when something will get done about it.
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was it too ridiculous for oscar to hope for a only one room, only one bed situation? when he had confided in lando - he laughed in his face. so it was safe to say that it was but that didnβt stop oscar from hoping.
you end up in the room beside oscar, close but not close enough. you were oscarβs guest for the entire weekend, except thursday. that was your day to explore the wonderful city, this was such a long way from home and you were so excited to find some of the cityβs most beautiful areas. this was an agreement you had made with oscar about your time here and he had begrudgingly agreed. he would rather with him the whole weekend but you knew how media days worked and if you were honest you couldβve be arsed with the whole hassle of it.
oscar wasnβt too fragile to admit that he did in fact miss you while you were off galavanting. he wanted to be there with you but alas, he had a job to do.
when you eventually did return to the hotel around dinner time, you sat with oscar and showed him everything you had seen that day while he listened intently with the biggest smile on your face. he owed his mum big time.
oscar does great over the practice sessions and you enjoy getting to watch him race around the track, getting a feel for the weekend ahead of him. watching him made you realise how much you actually enjoyed watching f1 as a whole. not even just your boyfriend- i mean your best friend. not that you wanted him to be your boyfriend or anything, that would just be crazy!
on saturday you watch oscar cross the line and qualify second on the grid and it makes you buzz with excitement. you wait for oscar in the mclaren garages to congratulate him. not really knowing where you should be during this time of celebration.
oscar finds you moments after his interview and pictures are taken like itβs his only purpose this weekends. you elect to ignore the raging butterflies the look in his eyes gives you when he finally spots you in the sea of papaya mechanics.
βhi! well done that was amazing! you were so fast!β you say through a giggle as oscar engulfs you in a hug that is worthy of the big screen. oscar mumbles something into your neck and all you can think is that you could definitely get used to this.
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the sight of a ferrari and a redbull colliding made your stomach sink. even when you knew both drivers were okay it worried you to no end, knowing that oscar puts himself in the way of that kind of danger multiple times a year and you had no idea just how dangerous it was until now. the chaos made your mind temporarily forget about oscar leading the race.
in what feels like seconds later, oscar crossed the finish line first and like a sheep you follow the mechanics to watch the podium.
what you didnβt know though, was that oscar had only one thing on his mind at the moment. and it wasnβt even getting his second win and proving all the critics wrong when they said that he wasnβt deserving of that win in hungary. he had to see you. his lucky charm. he raced like a god out there and in his love-struck mind he had no one else to thank other than you.
after stopping his car and almost sliding off of it he spots you waiting for him and his mind doesnβt take a second to think about what heβs about to do as he races towards you with what must be the biggest grin youβve ever seen on him. his flushed cheeks and the pure sparkle of happiness in his eyes makes you light up with joy. he gets to you in record time and you donβt get to tell him well done or even let him know that his mum is a few people away because he is taking your face in his hands and he is planting the sweetest kiss on your lips. he doesnβt ask and even though it doesnβt bother you, you can tell he feels horribly about it when he pulls away and eventually spots his mum. with no time to talk about what happened you just let him run over to her with a grin that matched his.
there was plenty of time to tell him how much you loved him once he got down from the top step of the podium anyway.
neither of you were aware of the cameras on you during that (what shouldβve been) private moment so when you show oscar a cute edit of the both of you, where the clip of what your first public ans actual kiss was played first he just pulls you in for another that was probably your fifth hundred.
can I request text au in which you hide that youβre sick because you didnβt want to bother him etc π
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β© exes to lovers texts
β© they get jealous
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β© they find out you cried
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β© when they steal your panties
β© when they cheat on you
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congrats on 1k again mel π€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
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౨ৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
summary β you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnβt. he liked to tell people that heβs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n β thank you so much for your constant support mlπ₯Ή im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song βjunoβ by sab!
warnings β kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnβt my first language, not proofread
It really wasnβt your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenβt used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for βurgent needsβ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatβs what you told everyone. At least thatβs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnβt keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heβs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnβt even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heβs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love β like you admittedly were β then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnβt even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heβs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnβt expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the βcasualβ sex wasnβt enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heβs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenβt him, and since itβs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnβt hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, βjunoβ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind β including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnβt have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendβs, jackβs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnβt make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenβt just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarβs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnβt mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnβt have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoβs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnβt want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
βFancy another beer?β You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your faΓ§ade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youβve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnβt nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
βWhat were you doing with him, y/n?β
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnβt even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. βTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?β
βOscar I-β
βKeep talking or Iβll stop,β he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnβt keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
βI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!β
Oscarβs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnβt get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnβt focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
βStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnβt like seeing you with him,β he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
βWhy donβt you love me?β You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
βI- What? Why would you think that?β
βMaybe because you literally said so?β
βUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,β he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnβt say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. βDonβt cry on me, y/n, please donβt,β he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. βWas just being stupid, didnβt wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,β he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnβt confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnβt love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youβd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youβd go back home with him. It wasnβt enough to make it official, you werenβt boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnβt his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnβt have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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congrats on 1k again mel π€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
౨ৠMAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE β§Λ. OP81
౨ৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
summary β you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnβt. he liked to tell people that heβs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n β thank you so much for your constant support mlπ₯Ή im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song βjunoβ by sab!
warnings β kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnβt my first language, not proofread
It really wasnβt your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenβt used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for βurgent needsβ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatβs what you told everyone. At least thatβs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnβt keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heβs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnβt even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heβs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love β like you admittedly were β then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnβt even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heβs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnβt expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the βcasualβ sex wasnβt enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heβs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenβt him, and since itβs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnβt hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, βjunoβ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind β including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnβt have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendβs, jackβs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnβt make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenβt just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarβs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnβt mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnβt have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoβs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnβt want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
βFancy another beer?β You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your faΓ§ade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youβve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnβt nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
βWhat were you doing with him, y/n?β
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnβt even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. βTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?β
βOscar I-β
βKeep talking or Iβll stop,β he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnβt keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
βI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!β
Oscarβs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnβt get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnβt focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
βStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnβt like seeing you with him,β he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
βWhy donβt you love me?β You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
βI- What? Why would you think that?β
βMaybe because you literally said so?β
βUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,β he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnβt say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. βDonβt cry on me, y/n, please donβt,β he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. βWas just being stupid, didnβt wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,β he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnβt confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnβt love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youβd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youβd go back home with him. It wasnβt enough to make it official, you werenβt boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnβt his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnβt have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they donβt have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$
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YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND FINDS OUT YOU CRIED ΰΌβ§βΛ.
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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β½ο½‘β part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)
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β Lights out, youβre not here holding me β
Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasnβt on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasnβt yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.
The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.
At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker theyβve known for so long, they realized he wasnβt. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβt care less about his friendsβ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said itβs because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. Heβd rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.
If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.
He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if youβd ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.
He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldnβt think about you, not here. But like always, he couldnβt help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldnβt happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβt afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?
β I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep β
You couldnβt sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never shouldβve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didnβt send you off to sleep on the couch.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didnβt dare to turn on the TV. Itβs been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. Heβs so far away and yet, it didnβt make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldnβt do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldnβt be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldnβt help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.
β Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave β
And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβt want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didnβt leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didnβt hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.
You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβd be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβs known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?
Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldnβt even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.
Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβt good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβt seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didnβt want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.
The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβs suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldnβt even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.
β I try to live in black and white but Iβm so blue β
The race went well, but he didnβt really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.
Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβt spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didnβt even know why he lost you anymore, he didnβt know what the hell it was that made him believe you werenβt made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβs favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.
The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβd left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.
Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.
He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesnβt even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasnβt as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didnβt reach him.
βDude, I think your girlβs here.β Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didnβt pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isnβt you at the moment. Couldnβt they just give up? He wasnβt ready yet for someone else, he didnβt even know if he wanted to be with someone that isnβt you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didnβt want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.
He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.
Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasnβt quite sure, to get his order. He wasnβt certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldnβt stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, youβd come back?
He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.
He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didnβt pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβd walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didnβt match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldnβt be you, right?
Oscarβs words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.
It was really you.
You tried to enjoy the party, but you really werenβt doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking youβd be hitting it off with a guy youβve been talking to for some time, but that wasnβt the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if youβd like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didnβt have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.
And then you locked eyes.
The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldnβt move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.
You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβt dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.
βI didnβt know youβd be here, thought Iβd seen Oscar but I wasnβt sure,β you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; youβd done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβt process actually being in his presence again.
βYou still wear the dress?β
βItβs, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβt even feel the same way, maybe he didnβt even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβd hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.
βIβm so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβt stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβknow, would probably be better for you as well, βcause you deserve better than how Iβve treated you at the end and I donβt want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβt know what to do! And now youβre here and I swear Iβve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, βIf giving up racing means youβll let me come back to you, Iβll do it.β
Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasnβt one to joke about racing, ever. βLando you canβt just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβt work before Lan I just- donβt give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβt, you have so much ahead of you still,β you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.
But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if youβd let him have that second chance too.
He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. βIβll do it for youβ, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.
Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldnβt feel like this again, but youβve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Landoβs perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldnβt ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.
Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that youβd have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and thatβs all that mattered for now. Itβs gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how youβd manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didnβt care about any of that, simply content with having you again.
He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.
β Iβd like to mean it when I say Iβm over you, but thatβs still not true. β
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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THE GREATEST
[ part two / masterlist / requests are open ]
β½ο½‘β being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right? a story based on THE GREATEST by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst, swearing. iβll write a part 2 if requested π 4.4k words
β Iβm trying my best to keep you satisfied β
Loving a formula 1 driver, let alone being in a relationship with one, wasnβt easy. But that didnβt stop you. In fact, you were sure nothing was ever going to be able to get in between the love that Lando and you shared, the kisses and the late night cuddles, the fun family dinners and the celebrations of his milestones. Everything was so perfect.
Yes, sometimes itβs hard to meet his standards, sometimes having you leave your own family to go attend races with him, or the blatant flirting he would still be partaking in at after-race parties, it was definitely a flaw of your relationship, but maybe you shouldβve just worn something prettier or done your makeup in a different way, in the end itβs your fault if his attention wasnβt keen on you, right?
But no matter what, you were ready to do it for him. Heβs your main priority, just as he should be. Thatβs what makes a relationship a functioning one, doesnβt it?
β Let you get your rest while I stayed up all night β
Of course you werenβt always his main priority, but who were you to judge him? Heβs a professional racing driver, itβs not only a job but a complete career, and he wouldnβt trade it for anything in this world. Having a world championship under his belt, that was more important than you. You just have to live like that, someone had to put in the work for the relationship. And because it definitely wasnβt Lando, it was you. But you didnβt mind, youβd do it all over again for him. Because you truly loved him, and to you, there was nothing in this world stronger than love.
So when you both finally get home after a long race weekend, you donβt mind doing the cooking and cleaning and laundry for him. You also donβt mind him going to sleep while youβre up packing up luggage for him and you to depart for the next GP. You wouldβve appreciated some skin contact after such a busy and nerve wrecking weekend, but if he needed rest, then he should have it. You could rest another time, maybe during the flight or while he was spending time with his friends. You werenβt sure why, but Lando always insisted on not having you with him, always making up excuses why you couldnβt come even if in reality, you were at βhomeβ trying to get used to the new place youβd have to stay at for the next week. Maybe you wouldβve preferred being with him, or having him with you, or being in your home country with your loved ones he was yet to meet, but thatβs okay. He had his fun with his friends and their girlfriends, thatβs what mattered.
Maybe he didnβt want you there because, while he dated a girl heβs known since forever, a girl who knew him before his win and his fame and his career, all the others were dating models and successful women. Maybe you embarrassed him a little bit, so you were understanding when he told you to stay at home. His fans didnβt exactly love you either, so actually, it was really thoughtful of him not to have you by his side when he went out, because then his fan base and the news wouldnβt be able to pick at every little flaw you had, which you had surprisingly lots of, as the media told you.
The clock read 5am when you finally finished packing up the luggage and went to bed yourself. Well, not the bed but rather the couch, because Lando had just previously told you not to wake him if he was already asleep, and who were you to rip him out of his peaceful slumber when he had so much pressure on him the last three days? It was a little cold, but thatβs okay. It was just kinda difficult to fall asleep on the small, hard, uncomfortable couch.
The clock read 8am when you woke up to prepare breakfast for him and you.
β And you donβt wanna know how alone Iβve been β
You knew better than to complain. Of course you felt a little bit alone in the huge apartments while he was away, spending time at the track or in the gym with his friends. How could you not? You were in a country youβve never been in before, a country with no familiar faces or friends or people you could talk to besides the McLaren team and well, your boyfriend. But in the end, Lando showed you the world. And you had to be grateful for that. Even if he basically just pushed you around the world and then picked you up again when it was time to travel farther. And god, how you missed your family. And how deeply you wanted them to meet your one and only love, Lando. It was sickening, the need to be at home again.
One time after a long day of qualifying, you told Lando about your homesickness and that you felt a bit alone on this journey.
He got mad and told you if you wanted, you could just leave. Heβs not keeping you here. 20 minutes after, you were stood in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. Your response to βAre you actually fucking crying right now?β was a quiet βI was just cutting onions.β
His reply to βI thought we were eating together, I made dinnerβ was βIβm going out to eat with Charles and his girlfriend.β
You felt your heart break in that second, but he was just mad and not thinking straight. Outbursts are okay sometimes.
β Let you come and go, whatever state Iβm in β
You spent the whole evening and night crying, putting his food in the fridge in case he was hungry later. The tears didnβt stop until he came back through the door, obviously a bit tipsy. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and told you how sorry he was, telling you that next time, he would take you with him to dinner. You knew it wasnβt true, and he knew as well.
At least you felt his touch again, his arms around you and his rough fingers caressing your cheek. That was worth the tears and the unappreciated cooking.
β Man am I the greatest? My congratulations β
Miami GP β24. Landoβs first win in his Formula 1 career. You were the proudest girlfriend in the world and you couldnβt wait to celebrate his win with him tomorrow, knowing heβd be busy partying with the others today. Youβre in Miami, after all. And he has just won. Of course he had to celebrate that with his boys, surrounded by beautiful women and loads of alcohol. He would never cheat on you, but you were sure he wouldnβt mind being in the presence of some women who were gifted with a prettier face and body than you were. Thatβs okay, at least he doesnβt use you for your looks.
As he stood there on the highest step of the podium, smiling like a little kid who had just fulfilled his dreams, smiling like he once had smiled at you, it made you so incredibly happy and emotional and you couldnβt wait to finally see him and give him a big celebration kiss.
Once he was back in the paddock he told you to wait until the cameras were gone. You didnβt get a hug either. Not until you were back in the apartment.
At last. you got your hug and a kiss. As a goodbye before he left with Max.
β All my love and patience, all my admiration β
The day after, you woke up at 7, waiting for him to wake up while you were already up in the kitchen, baking a small cake with a βoneβ on it, all decorated in orange.
Even if you were left unsatisfied yesterday, that didnβt stop you from still feeling eternally proud of him, and proud to be able to call yourself his girlfriend. He was so dedicated to the things he loved, it was a pleasure to watch him go through life with his determination. Racing was his passion, thereβs no shame in sometimes forgetting your girlfriend for it.
He finally entered the kitchen at 12, smiling at the small cake placed upon the dining table. βSurprise!β You said, and he immediately went to hug and kiss you, smiling just as brightly as he did on that podium. Moments like these were a reminder that he did in fact love you, and once again, that itβs all worth it.
β All the times I waited for you to want me naked β
You often wondered how the others managed to keep up their relationships.
Just recently you were having lunch with the other WAGs at a restaurant near the circuit. Originally, you didnβt want to come, still feeling insecure about what the media has to say about you, the ugly duckling around the most beautiful women in F1 history. However, they insisted. At the table the girls began talking about the party after Landoβs win, and how proud you mustβve been to see him on that podium. You loved talking about it, until you were asked why you didnβt come with him to the party. A lame excuse of βI was just tired and not feeling wellβ made the others look at you weirdly. How could she be so selfish and miss her boyfriendβs afterparty for that? Alex, Charlesβ girlfriend smiled at you with a knowing look, but you pretended not to notice, feeling embarrassed.
The next topic at the table was rather intimate, and you wanted to puke right then and there. Were you really the only one who hasnβt been touched in so long, because there just wasnβt enough time between all the travelling and racing and exhaustion? Or were you just not good enough? Was it really your looks? Should you change?
You missed it dearly, the intimate times with Lando. The ones where he finally took care of you instead of the other way around, the ones where you could feel the connection between you two with all your senses. Was it your fault that these times stopped? Lando was so perfect, it just couldnβt be his fault.
Maybe you just had to wait until he wanted you again.
β Made it all look painless, man, am I the greatest? β
You didnβt show your feelings often, not your real ones. The times he had catched you crying for him on you knees were pathetic little situations he shouldnβt have seen you in. When asked, you denied. βDo you feel lonely in this relationship?β β βNo.β βDoes he make you cry often?β β βNo.β βDo you think your relationship is slowly breaking apart?β β βNo.β
Talking about it with the women around the paddocks or when youβd facetime your friends from home, you never once said anything bad about Lando. Never once complained about how he treated you or how he ignored your feelings and your endeavors. Not even your closest friends knew what was really going on, or maybe, you just didnβt know that yourself. In your mind, this was just a phase where his career just made it impossible for him to focus on you. Someday this would change. Sooner or later, it would change.
For everyone else, you had the greatest, perfect, flawless relationship. And you didnβt mind keeping that imagine up. For his sake.
β Doing whatβs right without a reward β
And so it kept going. You making efforts, him abandoning you. No matter what you did for him, no matter how much heart and love you put in for him, it was left unappreciated. But thatβs okay, still. You were in a relationship, your only task was to love him, and you did. Because thatβs the right thing to do in a relationship, and for him, youβd do anything. No matter if he appreciated it or not at the moment, you knew that, eventually, he would.
β And we donβt have to fight when itβs not worth fighting for β
At least you hoped that he would change someday, so far he obviously hadnβt, and it was slowly getting to you in a more serious manner. In a way that might worry you and the people around you, in a way you wouldnβt forget. That one time you prepared dinner for the both of you and he went out with Charles and Alex instead, it was all forgotten in a matter of seconds when he apologized. But now every single interaction he had with other women haunted you, asleep or awake. No apology would help you actually think he would change his current treatment towards you, and as it seemed, he didnβt care either.
There was no point in fighting anymore, no point in telling him how you feel whenever he walks out the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your awful thoughts. For fuckβs sake, you left all you had behind to be there for him, and how does he show his gratefulness? He doesnβt, because he isnβt fucking grateful, and he couldnβt care less about you and your dumb feelings. He doesnβt care that you want nothing more than to finally be able to introduce him to your family, he doesnβt care that you gave up your own career for his, and he doesnβt care that while heβs treating you the way he is, all the people who knew the both of you and basically the whole internet was only picking you apart. Never him.
Oh you were such a shitty girlfriend refusing to kiss him in front of the cameras after his first win, but wasnβt he the one who pushed you away? And how could you miss the party that night, the party dedicated to your oh soo perfect boyfriend? Do you not care about him enough? Were you not proud? So many girls would trade their life for a day in your shoes, and you just didnβt appreciate that? What a disappointment you are to the WAGs, and what a disappointment you must be to Lando.
βLando please, listen to me,β β βNo, Iβm done with your insufferable complaining all the time. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now, if you wanna leave, leave.β
β And you donβt wanna know what I wouldβve done, anything at all, worse than anyone β
You wouldβve walked through fire for him to love you again. For everything to go back like it once was. When he would brag about you to his friends and even in interview, when he took you to hang out with his friends and to parties, always keeping an arm around your shoulders so other guys wouldnβt even dare to look at you, when he was so eager to fulfill not only his, but also your dreams, wether that be a simple one, like him meeting your parents in your childhood home, or the greater ones, like becoming not only a good, but a great graphic designer. When he would watch you draw and perfect yet the smallest details with nothing but the growing admiration for you visible in his eyes. When he would kiss you good night and good morning, when he would ask about your day and passionately tell you about his. Back to when he had loved you. But now it was too late. All the things you had done for him, all the things you would probably still do, in the end, were for nothing more than a broken heart.
The sleepless nights. The nerve wrecking days. The painful parting from your family and friends. The abandonment of the life with him you had so desperately wished for.
It was all for nothing.
β I loved you, and I still do. Just wanted passion from you, just wanted what I gave you β
Last day before the summer break, the last race. And probably, the last day of him and you.
You were done with his shit, the sad look on your face visible to everyone in the room as you sat and watched the race from the McLaren hospitality, his parents seated next to you. Something felt very off, your usual happy and optimistic demeanor completely washed off, replaced by a dark, almost expressionless look. They sensed that something might have happened between Lando and you, but nobody dared to ask, too busy watching the intense race.
The outcome was disappointing, Lando finishing behind Max, the one heβd have to beat to win the championship. The team and the people inside the paddock and the hospitality clapped for him and Oscar anyway, with Oscar finishing second and Lando fifth. You cheered and smiled, but it didnβt reach your eyes. You knew what was to come once youβd be back in the hotel. You were scared, sure it would be the most painful thing youβd ever have to do, putting all the things youβd done for him, all the things heβd done to you, in its shadow.
The celebration went well, again, no hug or kiss for you. You were sure his mother had even scolded him for it, but that wasnβt important anymore. You didnβt really care anyway, the media would run their mouths about you anyway, and Lando surely doesnβt give a shit either way. You desperately needed an answer, you wanted him to explain it to you. What had suddenly happen, what did you do wrong, for him to suddenly act like this? And if he fell out of love, then why couldnβt he just tell you?
Meanwhile Lando was busy celebrating Oscarβs podium, taking pictures for the McLaren instagram account and whatnot, then doing the post race interviews.
He loved you, he really did. But he just didnβt see you as someone he wanted to spend this life with. He couldnβt imagine living his private life without you by his side, he wanted you to come with him to visit his family at home, to come with him when he would meet up with Max and the others during summer break or really, he wanted to just do nothing with you, nothing but share small kisses and cuddling on his couch at home, eating some homemade food and drinking a glass of wine together. At the same time, he thought that you didnβt fit in. Not in this life.
You met when he wasnβt yet the person he is now. When he was still passionate about so many other things other than just racing. Of course this had always been a part of him, but so were you. And now its just racing that occupied his mind, no single corner in his head left for his girlfriend. He knew it hurt you, but at the same time, part of what the media had to say about you was true. The first season he had spent with you by his side, the internet was already raging about how you werenβt the typical WAG, and how they thought seeing you next to someone like a Kelly Piquet, you did seem a little weird. Lando didnβt want to be confronted with these opinions anymore, so instead of standing up for you, he decided to βhideβ you. To not put you in the center of attention after a race to hug and kiss you, to just let you stand there and wait until you were inside where no one could see you. He also avoided reading anything the internet had to say about you, so the fact that his plan had only made you gain more and more hate, went unnoticed. Just like your complaints when he didnβt want to be seen with you after races at parties or even in a restaurant for dinner with Charles and Alexandra. Of course they had invited the both of you, and not only him. Lando came up with an excuse so he the paparazzi wouldnβt see you. The rumor that Lando and you have broken up after he was seen at dinner alone didnβt seem to bother him either, but it did you. He thought you liked it this way, as he thought, without any hate comments about your looks or the way youβd dress compared to the others. He thought you appreciated not having to dress up for parties or the countless hangouts with his friends. He thought you cried that night after he was out for dinner because you cooked for him and he just went out, not that you cried because you felt not good enough for him to want you to come with him.
He really was stupid enough to think you were happy with all of this.
And while he was happy to be able to finally spend his summer break with you and only you, it all came crashing down when you were back in your shared apartment. Tears were forming in his eyes while yours were already streaming down your face as you yelled at him, telling him every yet so small detail that left your heart crushed and broken while he was busy βhiding youβ, or as he explained it to you, βprotecting you.β this wasnβt protection, this was blatant ignorance. And finally in this relationship, you did something for yourself. You left.
Maybe it was miscommunication, or him refusing to communicate at all. But that didnβt matter now, βcause now, it was over. No more kisses, no more cuddles and no more meeting friends or families. But most importantly, no more crying, no more sleepless nights, no more unappreciated support, no more hiding.
β I waited and waited β
Finally at home, your family had expected to see you with Lando by your side, and they were so very excited to finally be able to meet the guy their lovely daughter was head over heels for, using every chance she had to gush over him and how unbelievably proud she was of him. So when you stood there with puffy eyes and all your luggage placed next to you, they knew the tears you cried werenβt happy tears from finally behind home again. They were tears from saying goodbye to the life you were ready to spend with your boyfriend, who was now on the other side of the world.
You knew it was stupid, but you couldnβt help waiting for him to reach out to you again. A call or a message, hell, you hoped he was as miserable without you as you were without him so that maybe Max or even Oscar had to contact you again. Despite all the times he had hurt you, you missed him so dearly.
But after months and months of waiting, you decided that there was no use in waiting. Itβs over, and its for the better, it has to be.
It was gonna be hard seeing him again, once the summer break is over. Even if the love between Lando and you ended, your love for Formula 1 didnβt, and you werenβt about to give that up just for the sake of not having to see him. Youβd be in the stands or in front of the TV, heβd be in his car or in front of the camera. No point in worrying. But still, the first few races, you watched curled up next to your best friend and your parents from home. It was so nice to finally be able to see everyone again, everyone you had to miss all these months you were away. Your dad and you used to always watch races together, and you were more than grateful to finally be able to do exactly that again.
β Man am I the greatest? God, I hate it, all my love and patience β Unappreciated. You said your heart was jaded, you couldnβt even break it, I shouldnβt have to say it β¦ β
His instagram and twitter definitely make it seem like your broken heart doesnβt match his perfectly fine one. He seemed happier than ever, having fun with his friends at parties and driving around different towns with different girls. Seeing him was draining, but how were you supposed to never hear about him again when the entire internet was screaming his name? You wanted your life to finally feel easier now, but it seemed to only get harder.
You felt you lost your soulmate, while he only lost his greatest burden.
It wasnβt until you watched the first race after the summer break with your dad that it all came flooding back to you. Lando crossed the finish line first, and as the camera switched to show him get out of his car and rip off his helmet to kiss his new girlfriend that looked weirdly similar to you, surrounded by loud cheers, clapping and ecstatic, smiling faces, you realize that maybe, he really didnβt love you. And that he didnβt *want* to kiss you after his races, because it seems that if he had wanted to, he wouldβve.
At the same time, even while standing on the highest step of that podium, Lando couldnβt help but think about you, how stupid he was to treat you like a piece of shit when all you wanted was to be there for him after races like this one and most importantly, why the hell no girl heβs been with after your breakup felt even remotely close to you. You were the greatest thing heβd ever had, no trophy, no price would ever compare, and he managed to take it all for granted.
If he had just put in a little more effort, really, you couldβve been the greatest .
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can i please request a smau where reader is giving them the silence treatment after a fight and theyβre trying to make her talk to them?? love ur work
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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β‘ OP81 Fluff Headcanons
β₯ my masterlist!
β₯ pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader
β₯ synopsis: some fluffy OP81 HCs for my pastry girls
β₯ warnings: brief suggestive mention
β₯ a/n: Needed to start feeding the OP81 babes so here's my HCs about Kimi Raikkonen 2.0
β‘ Oscar will never beat the polite cat allegations, especially around you, he canβt help but hold doors, take your coat and pull out your chair
ΰ¨ΰ§ and SHOES, everytime you go out, Oscar makes sure there is a pair of flats on hand, and always offers to tie your sneakers, even in the middle of a busy street
β‘ Contrary to popular belief, he likes a good photo, especially with his lady. Oscar has a whole album in his camera roll dedicated to selfies of the pair of you.Β
ΰ¨ΰ§ Oscar drives, all the time, heβs just too scared youβre gonna smash his car into a bollard one day (plus, he likes you getting all cosy in the front seat on a long drive)
β‘ his glove box is FULL of your stuff;Β lip glosses, nail files, setting powder. He did his research (snooped though your handbag) to find out exactly what you needed
ΰ¨ΰ§ Osc gets super emotional sometimes, only ever behind closed doors. Heβs the new Kimi to the cameras, but to you? Heβs George Russell crying after scoring points in a tractor Williams.
β‘ Nicole is the sweetest mama-in-law, and ALWAYS backs you up in a disagreement with Osc (not that those happen often, but girls supporting girls right?)
ΰ¨ΰ§ The man really wants a baby, like, every time he visits family with babies, he pulls little puppy dog eyes at you. He can imagine how beautiful youβd look carrying his child and it always brings him joy (and a bit of a hard-on imagining the process)
β‘ Heβd propose with a family heirloom, for sure. Sentimental is his way to go
ΰ¨ΰ§ And sentimental he is. He keeps all your wedding photo albums on the coffee table, and REGULARLY spends evening flicking through them and swooning at βhis beautiful gorgeous amazing wifeβ
β‘ You are saved in his phone as βMrs. Piastriβ and you have him saved as βBaby Icemanβ (true love right here)
you are literally the sweetest thing on the planet β€οΈ
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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warm pt. 2 | oscar piastri
part 1
pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: it all goes downhill for you and your secret feelings towards oscar when he decides to hard launch his new girlfriend
fc: different girls from pinterest
a/n: the awaited part 2 π«Άπ½ i hope you guys like it! <3
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genre: smut, affair, erotic literature, angst, forbidden romance, enemies to "lovers", a bit angst/yearning, established relationships, voyeurism
word count: 16.4k
greed (noun) β intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...pwp, unprotected sex, missionary, riding, fingering, f!receiving, deep throat, m!receiving, finger sucking
inspired by red sex (re-strung) [rakhi singh]
cherry here!...had fun writing this one teheee. it's a long one, so definitely take breaks in between and enjoy. missed you guys!
Twirling your tongue around the bright pink straw, you blink blankly, quietly taking in the conversation that occurs in front of you. You should probably talk a bit, you remember thinking. Smile, at least, but you canβt seem to bring yourself to lieβyou didn't want to be here.Β Β
βI thought you hated pineapple?βΒ
Turning, you shrug half-heartedly over at Lando. βIt makes my mouth itch,β you mumble, not enjoying a single sip of the smoothie. Well, except for the whipped cream. Taking a lick, your eyes stay connected onto his blue ones as he shakes his head.Β
βDonβt drink it, then,β he tries, but you simply turn a blind eye, facing the complete opposite direction. From where you're sitting, you spot a group of kids playing jump rope. Even when one of them falls with a loud splat and starts to cry, you continue to stare.
βOh no,β a soft voice gasps.Β As soon as you hear it, you grind your teeth, hearing a slight crack immediately. βPoor baby.β
You like to think of yourself as an even person. Everyone who enters your life deserves a fair chance. Youβll get to know themβbefriend them, perhapsβand if it doesnβt work out, then it doesnβt work out, but no one can say you never tried.
But oh, how you hated Lily Zneimer.
The worst part of all is that there isnβt really a single reason for your sudden distaste towards her. On paper, you two should be the best of friends, but the one thing holding you back is sitting right in front of you.
Oscar clicks his tongue, a nice tick coming through as his sharp brows raise with surprise as he watches the scene unfold. He, too, sort of remains as stoic as you, but the one difference is that he has a bit more empathy. You lack a lot of that, youβll be the first to admit.Β
The cries continue, the young boy's parents suddenly alert by now as they run towards their child. βIβm sure heβs fine,β he says, squinting his eyes due to the bright sun. βIt builds character.β
βGetting hurt?β Lily asks, frowning as she gently shoves his shoulder. βYou really do have a heart made of ice.β
This gets a snicker out of your boyfriend, making you sigh, instantly checking out, but Lando is as happy as can be. While he enjoys the moment, you lack interest in it, and if it werenβt for the fact that the Australian was the one that invited you both out for drinks, then you would have happily been tucked away in bed. Make good use of the hotel perks and whatnot.Β
The brown eyed driver swings a hand behind his girlfriend's chair, playfully tugging her hair, making her blush and making you recoil with disgust. Not that you ever show it, but you definitely feel it. βMaybe I do, but only you can make it melt.β
Thatβs enough to call it a day. Standing abruptly, the chair squeaks against the pavement as you share a tight lipped smile. All at once, their eyes look up at you as you force a yawn. βI think Iβm going to head up now. Thanks for the invite,β you say.Β
Lily pouts subtly, blue eyes round and hazy. βSo soon? Itβs still early.β
You nod, sparing her small smile, but deep within, the sound of her sweet voice begins to irritate you to the point you think you might snap. βThe sunβs got me tired. I just need to lay down a bit.β Leaning forward, you peck Landoβs cheek, warm and sandy. βBut I'll see you later, yeah?βΒ
βSure,β she squeaks, waving numbly as they watch you walk awayβpractically fleeting, really. Humming sadly, the British girl looks down onto her lap, toying with her bracelets. βI donβt think she likes me much,β she mutters, wincing sheepishly.Β
Oscar frowns. βThatβs not trueβ¦β
Lando frantically nods, feeling bad for Lily and her first encounter with you being a total bust. Come to think of it, ever since the blue eyed girl has been around, youβve been quite distant. βShe hasnβt been sleeping well.β Lie. βShe just needs to recharge, thatβs all.β
-
You end up spending the next few days locked up in yours and Landoβs room. You avoid the paddock at all costs because youβre really not in the mood to see anyoneβespecially her. The British driver tried his best to get you out from these four walls, but gave up shortly after you blamed it on a migraine. You havenβt had one of those in years, but he learns to respect your decision. You do promise to be there for his race, though.
And as expected, you see her. Sat perfectly with her legs crossed, the young girl beams, motioning for you to join her on the open chair. At first you act like you donβt see her, preferring to stay standing for the next few hours rather than being pushed up next to her, but when she calls your name, you curse beneath your breath before making your way.Β
βHey,β you cheer, hugging her briefly before taking a seat.Β
A giggle. βHey. I heard youβve been feeling a bit under the weather.β
βHuh?β
Lily blinks. βLando saidββ
In one quick motion, you click your fingers, nodding along. RightβLando had lied on your behalf. It completely slipped your mind. Letting out a muffled groan, you wince theatrically, hoping she buys it. She does, worry quickly taking over her gentle gaze. βI have, yeah, I have.β Cheerβs erupt as the camera pans over to the fan zone, then back to the drivers that line up for the National Anthem. βBut I'm much better now!β
Her concern slowly melts away as she smiles. βThatβs good to hear.β
You would have not traveled with Lando to this week's race if you had known she would be here. Usually, sheβs not, but you almost feel as if you know everything about her from how much Oscar talks about her. It gets exhausting hearing the same stories being told over and over again, as if she was the best thing to come around. Was it really that hard to just not bring her up?
But alas, you are here, and so is she.Β
It feels like an eternity slowly goes by, so youβre quick to dart out the garage as you make your way towards the podium. The good thing is that she doesnβt need to because Oscar secured a lucky fourth place. Close, but not close enough.Β
Running towards you after a round of media, Lando pecks your lips. He smells like a mix of champagne and sweat, not a completely unpleasant scent. He wiggles his brows. βProud?β
You grin, eyes crinkling just the same as his. βSuper.β Another kiss. βYou were great out there.β
A subtle shade of red burns his nose as he smiles widely, pulling you towards the direction of McLaren Hospitality, leaving you to follow him as you admire the way everyone looks at him the same way you do.Β
You like that heβs a winner. You like that youβre dating the winner. And thatβs why you admire him, because he gives you the right to brag about him by simply being his girlfriend. The kind everyone wishes to be. Entering the familiar orange motorhome, you two are caught at a stop as soon as Zak calls out for Lando who turns curiously.Β
βMy man!β he cheers, making you take a step back and letting them have their moment. You listen for the first few minutes, but when it looks like the congratulatory might run deep, you claim a seat on the nearby sofa, scrolling through your phone to kill time. At some point, you look up to see them bid goodbye, sighing tiredly as you make your way up. Zak grins from ear to ear, pointing at you with nothing but radiant energy. βSee you there!β
With that, he walks away, leaving you two alone once again. Raising a sharp brow, you tap Landoβs shoulder with confusion. βWhat does he mean by that?β
βHeβs rented a yacht for the team to celebrate today's win,β he explains, guiding you towards the privacy of his room with a large hand on your lower back. βYou know himβhe likes to go all out.β
You hum, still walking up in front of him. βI figured you would want to go clubbingβ¦β
Thereβs a cloudy sigh behind you as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. βI mean, yeah, I do, but we should probably skip that and do this instead.β Reaching to twist the knob, you pause, turning to face him with a surprised expression. βWhat?β
βNothing,β you respond, shaking your head. βLook at you maturing. You see, my Lando would have never preferred a classy yacht party instead of a trashy club.βΒ
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. βIβve changed.β
βRight,β you tease, finally opening the door, but as soon as you do, the room next to you squeaks, indicating someone exiting. Oscar and Lily come to a halt as soon as they spot you both. Your lips open in the smallest of gaps as they smile politely.Β
βCongratulations,β the British girl is the first to break the silence as she goes in for a quick side hug, one that Lando accepts without missing a beat. βYou must be over the moon.β
βI am,β your boyfriend lets out, still not used to the feeling of being first. A beat. βHey, did Zak mention anything aboutββ
βThe yacht party?β Oscar fills in with a loopy grin. Lando snickers, nodding at his guess. He shakes his head. βYeah, but we canβt. I have to drive Lily to the airport.β
Intrigued by the fact, your brows dart up. βAh, no wayβyouβre leaving already?β
βYeah,β she says, smiling tiredly. βI have a few tests lined up for next week, and I canβt miss them.β
βShame,β you hum, but the relief of not having her around anymore makes you feel a thousand times lighter. βI was going to suggest grabbing dinner next weekβ¦β
βReally?β Lando and Lily question in sync, both equally as surprised as one another. On the flipside, Oscar stands with an unrecognizable expression, making you avoid even looking at him because something about it somehow convinces you that he can see right past your lie.
Coughing awkwardly, you bob your head, catching the glimmer in her blue eyes as she holds her breath, almost. Something about it makes you feel bad, but just for a split second. βYes, really, but it looks like we got a bit unlucky.β
Swiftly, Lily turns to face Oscar with a helpless expression, as if pleading for aid, but for him it was an easy decision. βYou canβt skip out on exams,β he whispers lowly, but still clear enough for you to hear. βYou know that.β
And sureβshe doesβbut ever since she got here, sheβs felt so out of place. Not with the team, not with two McLaren drivers as a duo, but rather with you. And now this? Any opportunity to have you as a friend is as good as gold in her eyes.
And to be quite honest, you didnβt expect for someone as truthful as Lily to lie to their professor in a lengthy email, claiming to be severely down with the flu in order to stay a couple extra days and catch that unpromising dinner you had made up as some way to get her to think youβd miss not having her around. This was your reality and you just had to deal with it.
But Oscar?Β
Watching you carefully as you hug Lily back when she leaps with excitement into your arms, he squints with subtle suspicion in your character. Something in your rigidness and mannequin smile makes him want to pull the British girl away from you, feeling the need to protect his girlfriend's innocence.Β
Smiling softly over her shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Oscar, making your stomach churn. His eyes remain on you for a second longer before sharing a smile of his own.
Yup, you think to yourself.Β
He knows.
_
A week goes by at a snail's place.Β
The four of you fly together to the next continent with nothing but fake enthusiasm. Well, fake from you, and unbeknownst, fake from Oscar, too.
He doesnβt know why he doesnβt trust you completely. In hindsight, you havenβt done anything wrong, but everytime you and Lily are togetherβwhich is most of the weekβit feels like you have. Maybe it had something to do with the sinister glares youβd send her way when you thought no one was looking, or the fact that youβd have to take a heavy breath in preparation every time sheβd greet you with a warm hug. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was seeing something that wasnβt there, but that doesnβt mean heβd be at ease for the rest of the week.Β
Hence, dinner.Β
You find yourself forced to make a reservation at one of the fanciest cuisine restaurants close to where youβre staying and that itself was annoying. You shouldnβt be doing any of thisβshe shouldnβt even be here.
Smiling gingerly, the British girl let out a small giggle at some joke Lando made. By the looks of it, itβs pretty funny, so you numbly follow her lead, though you have yet to know what it was. βYou must be laughing all the time,β Lily notes, blue eyes focused on you with wonder. You hum, pursing your lips with uncertainty. She giggles harder. βWell because of how funny he is.β
Lando claps once, making you flinch in return. βThank you! Itβs about damn time someone appreciates my humor.β
βI do appreciate it,β you defend, slowly losing your patience. Licking your lips, you look back towards Lily who remains with a smile. βDonβt listen to him, he just likes the attention.β
βThat I can agree on,β Oscar adds, cracking a grin of his own. Suddenly, youβre all into the discussion. The Australian sneers childishly. βYou canβt seem to live a single moment without making things about yourself.β
βOscar,β Lily warns, faint pink painting her pale skin. βBe nice.β
βAh, donβt worry about it,β Lando says, waving her off like itβs no big dealβwhich itβs not. He leans back against his chair, flipping his teammate off who scoffs lightheartedly. βThis is how we talk. Right, Osc?β
βRight.β
Somewhere in between dessert, while youβre in the middle of licking your spoon clean, the invitation that came to ruin your life, comes up. Lily clears her throat nervously, suddenly worried by the thought of you turning her down. βI was meaning to askβ¦β Puzzled, you keep your eyes on her, awaiting her next words. She shrugs sheepishly. βWell, I graduate this summer, and Oscar is throwing me a party up in North Carolinaβ¦β She trails off, gathering her words. βI was wondering if you two would like to come?β
βOh,β Lando's voice comes through like a muffle, mouth full of cheesecake. He swallows, blue eyes flickering between the couple and his girlfriend who remains with a blank expression, metal spoon still in place. βI meanβyeah. Right?β
Unfreezing, you place the utensil down onto your plate, smiling weakly. βUhβ¦yeah.β Lily grins, letting out a breath of relief, making Oscar frown over the realization that your response mattered so much to her. You nod robotically. βSure, why not?β
βGreat!β Lily cheers, beaming like a kid on Christmas Day. βAnd donβt worry about spending on a hotelβweβve got you covered.β
You blink, bewildered. βYou do?βΒ
She nods. βOf course, we do! Youβre our guests, youβll be staying with us.β
Your boyfriend smiles faintly. βThatβs kind of you, but itβs really no problem. We wouldnβt want to overcrowd.β
βNonsense,β the Australian speaks up, shaking his head, brown strands of hair swinging in the slightest. βWe have plenty of room. All of our family and friends are already staying in the hotel nearbyβitβd be nice to have a bit of company.β His eyes soften, making your heart beat a little faster. βWhat do you say?β
It feels like heβs looking directly at youβchocolate orbs as sweet as can be. As if nothing else exists in this moment if itβs not you or him. But in reality, his attention is focused on your boyfriend, awaiting his response.
Not yours.
Flustered, you poke Landoβs leg beneath the table, hoping he takes the hint. Blue eyes flicker towards your direction for a millisecond before returning with a nod. βLooks like you have two roomies.β
Lily squeals, smiling brightly as Oscarβs lips remain in a thin line, his version of a smile.Β
And if he could turn back timeβ¦
He really fucking would.
-
Once the season ends, everyone is on a high. Lando for coming in second in the Driverβs Championship and for bringing in the Constructors Championship for the first time in years, and Oscar for the latter. Regardless, it was an outstanding season for the two of them.Β
You and the Brit end up flying in a few days later due to going back home to pack a few more necessities, but once youβve got that all figured out, you find yourselves in the middle of a heatstroke, making you second guess all your life's choices all at once.Β
βIt feels as if my skinβs melting off,β you groan, fanning yourself with the roadmap, because as it came, satellites are utter shit when it comes to where youβre staying. Lando tries to convince you that having no internet for a few weeks isnβt all that bad, but as soon as a twenty minute drive turns into a one hour drive due to getting lost without the guidance of a GPS, he regrets his words. You roll your eyes, narrating as he finally pulls up to the driveway of what appears to be the best looking house in all of North Carolina.Β
He whistles. βIf it werenβt so hot during the summer, Iβd definitely move here.β
Scoffing, you exit the car rental, looking up at the navy blue house where green ivy hangs. βWe are not moving here. Iβd rather die.β
βFair,β he mumbles as he makes his way towards the front door, you right on his heels. Swinging the door open, you two are instantly hit with the fresh gust of air. βThank God,β Lando moans, loving the fact that the AC is the only thing preventing him from fainting.Β
Pushing him in, you make sure to close the door behind you as you shut your eyes with sweet relief. Somewhere towards the end of the hall, you hear shoes squeak against the wooden tiles. Lily waves, hair up in a similar ponytail as yours, as she smiles as warm as the weather that nearly cost you your life. βYou made it!β
βWe sure did,β you respond, gritting your teeth in order to prevent yourself from letting out some snarky remark. Not that she deserves it, of course she doesnβt, but you couldnβt help it. Pointing back towards the wooden door, you wince apologetically. βSorry to barge in. Someone didnβt bother knocking.β
Lando makes a face, then turns to the blue eyed girl with a playful smile. βYou donβt mind, do you, Lily?β
She shakes her head, pursuing her lips with delight. βNot at all. We left it open knowing you two would show up. Weβve been fixing the guest bedroom for the past hour and we didnβt want to run the risk of not hearing you knock, soβ¦I guess it all worked out just fine.β
βSee? Lily says it worked out just fine,β your boyfriend says smugly as you roll your eyes, not at all impressed with his sudden cockines. βWhere is Oscar, by the way?β
Lily signals upstairs, then blushes. βDo you mind helping me grab a few things from the car, Lando?β A shy chuckle. βItβs just we went out for some party essentials last night, but we were too tired to bring them in, and the box is too heavy, and Oscar is pretty busy, and Iβd hate to bother him, andββ
βSure,β Lando cuts off her rambling. βThat way I can grab our suitcases, too.β
βFantastic,β she hoots, dusting her hands against her shorts as she grabs a set of car keys from the kitchen table. Turning to you, she grimaces. βDo you mind checking up on Oscar?β
Your plump lips part, a line of dehydration hung upon them. βI would, but I should help Landoββ
βItβs okay,β your boyfriend fills in. βIβve got it all under control.β
Lily pleads silently, brows drawn in together. βYouβd really be doing me a favor. Itβs just that he was in the middle of fixing the duvet and he tends to run out of patience if he doesnβt get it right away.β A chuckle. βPlease?β
Which is how you find yourself in a room, alone with the one person you probably shouldnβt be alone with, but find yourself wishing that were always the case. Alone with one another, that is. Gently knocking on the already open door feels like the right thing to do, so you do just that. Alerted by the sound, the Australianβs head jerks up, brown eyes caught against yours.
You tilt your head slightly, like some greet. βLily sent me,β you find yourself explaining as he sighs, resting on the unmade bed. Leaning against the doorframe, you bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say next.
He huffs. βOf course she did.β A snort. βSorry your room still isnβt ready. It's just that, I, uhβ¦can't seem to get this right,β he admits, shyly scratching the back of his neck as he motions towards the unmade mess. βLily always helps, but sheβs a bit busy right now, and I'd hate to bother her, andββ
βI can help.β
A pause, then: βOh, don't worry, you don't need to do that. Youβre our guests.β
Chuckling, you shake your head, already making a move to grab the sheets. Taking hold of one corner, you signal for him to do the same, the Australian instantly catching on and taking hold of the opposite side. Aligning it, you look up at him, watching as he focuses on your hands and repeats the order. You smile, going for more and doing it all over again. Once it's perfectly laid out, you take a step back. βNot too shabby.β
βHuh,β he muttered, blinking with amazement. βThanks.β
βNo problem,β you say, fixing the mountain of pillows before taking it in with a gentle smile. βLandoβs excited to be here.β
Oscar looks up, neat brows raising. βIs he?β
βMhm,β you hum, finally connecting your gaze to his. From this distanceβcloseβyou note the faint trace of cologne that hugs him, along with a thin layer of sweat. Grinding your molars, you fume silently within you as you catch itβher perfume. You wonder how close she had to have been in order for it to imprint on him, but as soon as you ponder for too long about it, you shake your head, acting as if youβre brushing away some invisible dust. βHeβs looking forward to jet skiing.β
A deep chuckle. Pressing his back against the wall, he crosses his arm, giving you a clear view of his muscles that pulse like the world's biggest temptation. If you had the chanceβjust oneβyouβd kiss them the way you've fantasized for so long now.
He opens his mouth, about to say something that's going to change everything amongst you two, but bails at the last minute, shaking his head as if he barely caught himself. Intrigued, you raise a neat brow. βWhat's wrong?β you ask, feeling far too curious.Β
Oscar tsks. βNo, uh, it's nothing.β A beat, then he looks up, squinting his eyes skeptically, as if you're a puzzle he can't quite figure out. He's looking at you the same way he did that day you lied about planning the dinner, and that itself makes your stomach dip. Suddenly, you're not as interested in finding out what he has to say anymore. βLily loves you, you know that?β
Not what you were expecting. βShe does?β
βYeahβ¦β he mumbles, orbs still trained on you. You want him to look awayβyou need him to look away. Pink lips curl into something of a scoff. The Australianβs eyes darken, making you freeze with trepidation. βShe thinks youβre great.β Opening his arms like some grand gesture, he motions towards the lively room. βI mean, look at her. Sheβs trying her best to please you.β
Something about the way he says it makes you feel as if heβs not that fond of Lilyβs behavior. As if you donβt deserve her kindness, even just a sprinkle of it. Pursing your lips, you rock against the heels of your feet. βAnd I appreciate that, I really do.β A hint of hesitation. βAnd I like Lily, as wellββ
A raw chuckle. Blinking, you catch him shaking his head, brown eyes shut in disbelief, and when he opens them once again, itβs not that kind-hearted and easy-going Australian youβve come to knowβno. Heβs broad, and cold, and guarded.Β
βNo you donβt.β
You gulp, laughing awkwardly as you rub your forearm, feeling the heat of shame radiate off your body. βWhat are you talking about? Sheβs super sweetββ
βI never said she wasnβt,β he cuts you off again, this time a bit harsher. Enough to take a step back. Your heart races times a million at this point, palms moist with sweat. βI never said she wasnβt sweetβI donβt doubt that even for a second. But I know that youβre lying, and I know that you hate her.β A beat. βWhy?β
βI do like her,β you continue to insist, feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden. βWhat makes you even think otherwise?β
βIβve seen the way you look at her,β he says, accent sharper than usual. βLike you wish her the worstβI know what hate looks like.β
This time, you grab whatβs left of your courage, and look at him straight in the eyes, not backing down. βYeah? And what does hate look like?β
βYouβre looking at it.β
Itβs as if an ice cold bucket of water is thrown at you with no alert. His insinuation makes you want to recoil, but if you do, then heβd know heβs gotten to you, and if he gets to you, then heβll figure the rest of it out.Β
βIβm sorry, that was rude.β He smiles tauntingly, inching close and tilting his head as he opens his mouth. βI just donβt like you, thatβs all. Iβm not cruel enough to hate.β Cruel. Heβs calling you cruel. He knows, therefore, youβre cruel. The word itself shouldnβt affect you this much, but it does. Narrowing your eyes, you push him away, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he cocks his head in question with little to no surprise. βWhat? You donβt like hearing the truth of what you are? Did you really think you were a good person?β
βLook,β you finally speak, glaring. βI donβt know what you think youβve seen, but I donβt hate Lily. For God sakes, I barely even know her!β
βExactly!β he shouts back, breaking. βWhich is why Iβm more than confused! What has she done to you?β
Have possession over you, you think to yourself as you pant, blink with defeat. I hate her because what sheβs done to me is have possession over you, and thatβs not fair.
βIββ
βHey,β a soft voice melts into the room, Lily coming into view, cheeks flushed. βIs everything alright in here? We thought we heard yelling.βΒ
Standing behind her, frowning over her shoulder, Lando stares with a lost expression. Everything indicates that there had been some sort of altercation, but the smiles you two wear are enough to try and convince them otherwise. Walking towards her, Oscar wraps his arm around her waist, pecking her temple as she blinks, still worried. βWhat? Thatβs absurd. We were simply talking. Werenβt we?β
It takes you a minute to register that heβs talking to you, so when you do answer, itβs nothing but a whisper. βYeahβ¦ just, yeah.β You shake your head, blinking hastily. βWe were just talking.β
βAre you sure?β Lando asks, pushing past the couple as he rushes to you, large hand grabbing your wrist softly as he looks at you. His gaze flickers momentarily toward Oscar, as if accusing him for doing something, in return, making the Australian frown for his sudden distrust. As if heβs the bad guy.Β
You nod, plump lips formed into a thin line. βYup,β you say, attention flickering down to where Oscar keeps Lily secure against his touch. As if youβre the bad guy. You chuckle, shrugging. βHe was thanking me for helping him do something so easy as setting a bed.β
Oscar clenches his jaw. βYeah. Thanking you.β
Anyone who knows you, knows that youβre a decent human being. Thereβs not much to contradict that. But no one will ever know you the way you know yourself. Because if they did?
Theyβd find out that there was no one greedierβ¦.
Than you.
-
Dinner that night is homemade pizza. Lily followed a recipe.Β
Itβs quite delicious, sure, and youβre able to make that note due to that one small bite you had before you ditch it for your mimosa. Lando tries to get you to eat, but you gently promise him that youβre just not that hungry. You see the way Oscar stares, feeling bad for his girlfriend who spent hours making this for you. She excuses herself, rushing towards the kitchen as the Australian apologizes, following after her.
Turning abruptly, the British boy huffs, causing commotion. βAre you going to tell me whatβs going on now?β
βThis again?β you groan. βI already told youβnothing. Drop it.β
βWhatβd he say to you?β he questions, a layer of curiosity making an appearance. βDid he say something to offend you?β
βNo,β you hum against your glass. βHe did not.β
βDid you say something to offend him?β he switches the inquiry, making you glare.Β
βAre you seriously asking me that right now?β
Lando sighs, relaxing against his chair once again. He takes a bite, swallows, then takes another. βI get the sense that youβre keeping something from meβyouβre not like that.β
Actually, you are. He just doesnβt know it. Placing a hand over his, you hum, calming him down as he connects his gaze onto yours, eyes as soft as jello. βHe mightβve lost his temper on me a bit.β
βWhat?β he screeches, making you hush him.
βLet me finish,β you hiss. He nods, curls bouncing. βHe couldnβt get the sheets to stay in place. Remember how Lily said he tends to lose patience because of that?β Another nod. You shrug. βWell, that was it. We just didnβt want you two to make a big deal out of nothing. Much like now,β you point out, spotting a subtle blush threatening his cheeks.Β
βWell, forgive me for looking out for you,β he sings. βI care, you know?β
βAnd I thank you for that, darling, but you can let go of it now, right?β
βDefinitely.β
He doesnβt. Matter of fact, as soon as the couple makes their way back, itβs the first thing he brings up, teasing his teammate who blinks, confused, then: βOh. Yeah. Right. I had a bit of a moment where I couldnβt get theβ¦yeah. That was it.β
Lily rolls her blue eyes. βDidnβt I warn ya?β
You giggle. βYou did, you really did.β
There isnβt much to do from that point on, the sun has set and the moon hangs as bright as headlights. Lando knocks out after a much needed shower, and while you canβt sleep with wet hair, you settle on fixing yourself up a tea now that itβs cooled down.Β
Walking barefoot towards the lake, you hum, finding peace with the way crickets sing. Blue, gentle waves sway back and forth as you look beyond, mind at peace. That is until you hear a small cough. Startled, you search for the culprit and you find him, laid down on the grass.Β
βCanβt sleep?β
Oscar sighs. βIβd rather not talk to you right now.β
βOr ever?β you offer, but he doesnβt find you humor all that entertaining. Making your way, you find a space next to him. βYou canβt ignore me, you know that? Weβre about to spend a month together. That, and youβre my boyfriend's teammate. I see you on track.β
He disregards the fact that you're right, sitting up instead, laying his arms over his bent knees. βWhatβs your game?β
βI donβt have one,β you say softly. βIβm just here to have funβitβs summer.β
A scoff. βIβm seriousβwhat do you want from us?β
There was a point in time when you first met the Australian where you remember thinking: this is a boy. His arms were twigs, his neck was small, and his fireproofs fit him loosely.
Fastword, a year later: everything has taken a turn. Oscar Piastri has matured, and nowβnow you want him.Β
βMy parents had my sister three years after they had me.β Oscar cocks his head, puzzled as to why youβre telling him this. You continue, occasionally sipping on your tea. βAnd the months leading to her birth, they always told me how lucky Iβd feel to have her once she was born. Then she was,β you say. βAnd you know what I felt?β
βLucky?β he finds himself guessing quietly.Β
You shake your head, causing his brows to jump up with surprise. βI love her, I do, but I think that was the moment I realized I didnβt like to share. I wanted my parents to stay my parents, and not hers. I wanted my grandparents to stay my grandparents, and not hers. Andβ¦once we grew up and we were old enough to dateβI wanted her boyfriends to like me more than they liked her.β
Quiet, his eyes linger with disgust. βI love knowing that I can get away with itβget what I want.β This time, you look at him, and it hits him all at once: you want him. You smile, like what youβre saying is funny and not fucked. A giggle. βYouβre a smart individual, Oscar. Do you get what Iβm saying?β
He does. And it makes his stomach knot.Β
βIβm in love with Lily,β he states, as if that will make you back off. βIβm. In. Love. With. Lily.β
But he can tell you donβt care. You never have, and you never will. And the fact that she has you is why you hate her. He sees that now.Β
Standing, your knees are at his eye level, forcing him to look away, forcing him to look up. You hold power in this stance, and heβs basically at your kneesβworshiping you. He doesnβt like that. In one fast movement, he jumps up, towering over you, but thatβs fine. It doesnβt matter. And he realizes he can never win when it comes to you because it seems you like that too.Β
He gulps. You grin.
βDoesn't matter.β
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Youβre playing a dangerous game.
It starts early in the morning and ends late at night. At times, he feels like a kid hiding behind his mum's skirt, practically sticking to Lily like superglue, and normally she loves that, but with how busy she is with graduation, she pushes him off most times now. Itβs always: Oscar, no or Oscar, what now? He canβt seem to get it right.
βWhy donβt you go jet skiing with Lando?β you speak up and he finds it weird that youβre helping him out. The British girl nods. Yeah! Why donβt you? He doesnβt need to be told twice.Β
They come back with fresh sunburns and a couple new freckles. Landoβs curls are hard from the sea salt, so he gives you a quick kiss, running up stairs for a quick shower. Heβs been having lots of those. Not even a minute later, Oscar goes on to do the same.Β
Somewhere along the line, you hear your name, and you know what that means. Rolling your eyes, you look over at the blue eyed girl. βI bet you he forgot his towelsββ
I forgot my towels!
Giggling, Lily shakes her head, muttering βboysβ, then signals towards her room. βI just washed some, you can grab them from our cabinet.β
βThanks,β you chirp, making your way. While yours and Landoβs room sits at the far right side of the hall, Oscarβs and Lilyβs is on the left. And you never meant to walk in on him, not at all, but you did.Β
Swinging the door open, youβre caught face to face with a shirtless Oscar, dying his wet hair with a blue towel. He freezes. βW-what are you doing here?β he stutters.
You try not to stare, you really do, but you canβt help it. His body is solid, chiseled, even. His skin is moist from lathering lotion and thatβs enough to make your head spin. And yet, you donβt let him see that. Pushing past him, you dig your hand deep into the cabinet, pulling two fresh towels, similar to his. He frowns.
βJust grabbing towels for my boyfriend.β Smile. βSee you.β
Is this how you get people to fall for you? By not seeming desperate? Because while he knows that you want him, you sure donβt show it, and that definitely confuses him.
That same night, you four are watching a movie in the living room. Cherry Falls to be exact. The entire way through, youβre curled into Landoβs chest under a blanket. On the other side of the long couch, Lily and Oscar sit as straight as can be, but his arm remains over her shoulder, keeping her safe.Β
Youβre not jealous over something like that, but when she flinches during certain scenes and he comforts her, that gets you. βHey,β you start, whispering into the Britβs ear. Green eyes are stuck on the screen, nodding robotically. Yeah? You kiss his warm skin, making him jump. βWhy donβt you and I go to bed?β
βBed?β he asks, slow and unsure where youβre headed. βAlready? Butβ¦weβre halfway through.β You yawn, rubbing a hand along his thigh. He blushes, impressed with how cool youβre able to play it. Coughing, he nods excitedly. βI think weβre done for the day,β he announces, a bit too loud.
Lily pauses the movie, tilting her head curiously. βAw, but weβre halfway throughβ¦β
βI know,β you add, smiling apologetically. βBut Iβm just so tired.β
βAs am I!β Lando cuts you off, voice squeaky. He shakes his head, blinking hastily, then clears his throat. βBut please, donβt let us stop you from finishing the movie.β
βYeah,β you quip, getting up, about to walk away when Lando reaches for your hips, keeping you in front of him. It doesnβt take much to feel his bulge pressed against your ass. He laughs awkwardly. βWe still have that picnic tomorrow, donβt we?β
βWe do,β Lily cheers, smiling widely. βOh, Iβm so excited!β Turning to face the Australian, who hasnβt said much up until now, just stares blankly, she taps his knee. βWe should probably go to sleep, too.β
βNo!β Lando yelps, blushing bright red as the blue eyed girl frowns. βKeep on watching. Keep the telly on. In factβ¦β He reaches for the control. βTurn up the volume.βΒ
βGreat idea,β Lily says, pursing her lips as the numbers go up on the screen. βAlright then, you two go rest.β
βThank you,β you reply, walking carefully in front of the British boy who still tries his best to hide behind you, waving sheepishly. βSee you in the morning!β
Oscar really underestimated how naive Lily can be. While she was wide-eyed enough to believe that you two were ready to knock out, he knew the truth. Pecking her cheek, he makes a stand, making his girlfriend pout. βWhere are you going? I thought we were gonna finish the movie?β
βWe are,β he promises, smiling gently. βIβm just gonna run to the restroom real quick. Be right back.β
Running up the stairs, two steps at a time, he rushes to your side of the hall, quickly identifying small moans. He stops dead in his tracks, heart stuck in his throat, and he doesnβt know why.Β
Fuck, baby, he hears Lando groan. Oscar grimaces, shutting his eyes with discomfort. He shouldn't be here. He shouldnβt have his ear pressed against the door, intruding in your guysβ private sex life.Β
He shouldn't be bothered so much. Or at all.
Lando, you whine, surely writhing with pleasure. The sound makes him break a sweat, makes his brain go fuzzy. He canβt even think properly. And he knows this is wrongβon so many levelsβbut whatβs worse is that he wishes Lando were dead.Β
Skin to skin contact makes his jaw clench with anger. The fact that he knows what you feel like makes him want to barge in and rip you two apart. And it dawns on himβwhy does he care so much?
βNo,β he mutters, taking a step back as if the door were made out of lava. He blinks hastily, shaking his head harshly until he feels his brain jump from side to side. βGod, noβ¦β
Itβs officialβyou have his attention.
Without even making a move.
-
You feel his gaze on you. You donβt even have to look and see to know that itβs him and not Lando. Landoβs gaze doesnβt burn, but his? His zaps. Looking up from where you rested on the red gingham blanket Lily rolled onto the fresh grass, you squinted behind your glasses, making eye contact with the Australian.Β
You know you have him.
Reaching into your bag, you grab your sunscreen, squirting it onto your legs, making sure to lather it on in a teasing manner. You rub up and down, slow and steady. Briskly, he looks away, paying attention to his teammate who continues to ramble on and on about nothing in particular.Β
Not as particular as you.
βI love having you two around,β Lily says, ripping your gaze away like one would their band aid. She hums, gingerly fixing her floppy hat and motioning towards your sunscreen. Go right ahead. βThank you,β she replies sweetly. A beat. βI have a favor to ask.β This getβs your attention. Furrowing your brows, you nod, urging her to continue. βSo, Iβm in a bit of a predicament.β
βWhat is it?β
Lily blushes, as if sheβs too embarrassed to admit. βRemember how I skipped a few exams in order to extend my stay the first time we met? In order to have that dinner with both you and Lando?β
βYeah,β you say, still uncertain about where this might possibly lead. βI think I do.β
She cringes. βI never took them.β
βWhat?β
βI know! And now my advisor is telling me I wonβt be able to graduate if I donβt find a way to take them, and I donβt know what to do!β She groans, bumping the edge of her palm against her forehead. βOh God, Oscar is going to be so mad at me.β
βOkay, calm down,β you soothe her. βHave you tried reaching out to your professor?β
βNot yet,β she mumbles, tears pooling the corner of her eyes, making you feel just a dash of pity. βShould I?β
βYes,β you respond quickly. βYou should. Ask them if thereβs any way to take those exams. Say youβre sorryβlike really sorry. They have to be able to tell that you never meant to skip out in the first place.β
βI didnβt,β she squeaks, voice wavering. βIβm not usually like this, butβ¦β Her blue eyes flicker down to her lap, fingers playing nervously with the hem of her shirt. βI just really want to fix this and graduate on time. Everyone is counting on that!β
βYouβre going to walk that stage, Lily, alright? You just need to keep your eye on the prize.β Sighing, you unlock your phone, handing it to her. βE-mail them right now.β
βO-okay,β she sutter, eyes softening. βThank you for being such a great friend.β
You blink. βOh. Yeahβanytime.β
She finds privacy back in the parking lot, leaving you alone with the boys deep in the horizon. Itβs peak golden-hour, so they look significantly tan. You smile, lying back down, glasses hugging the curve of your nose. Youβre halfway asleep at one point, but as soon as you feel a droplet fall onto you, you peek an eye open.
βWhereβs Lily?β Oscar questions, furrowing his dark brows.
You roll your eyes. βShe went to get something from the car.β She probably wouldnβt like Oscar knowing the truth, and youβre not one to tell it. You wave your hand dismissively. βNow moveβyouβre blocking the sun.β
Grinding his teeth, the Australian scoots, but his eyes remain down on you. You lay tan now, white bikini standing out against your skin. Brown eyes trails down your legs, spotting an ankle bracelet. He hums. βWhatβs it say?β
You sigh. βCould you be more specific?β
He kicks your feet, making you lean against your elbows, staring at him coldly. Noticing what he was referring to, you lick your lips. βIt's the number four.β
βFour?β he asks plainly. βWhy four?β
βIβm really trying to relax,β you spit, taking your sunglasses off and glaring. βYouβd be doing me a huge favor if you just left me alone.β
Arenβt you supposed to want him? Arenβt you the one who's supposed to be chasing after him?Β
The tips of his ears burn bright red, and not from the sun. Seeing as he wasnβt leaving, you let out a heavy breath. βHe asked me out on April fourthβfourth month, fourth day. His racing number is four.β You make a face. βDo you get it or do you need further explanation?β
He ignores the dig. βWhy an ankle bracelet, though? Why not a ring or a necklace?β
Your red lips part open, then close. His guts twist with jealousy once he comes to the realization. The reason itβs an ankle bracelet its so that anytime he fucks you, legs dangled over his shoulders, he could admire it. Seeing as he figured it out without having you respond makes you blush.Β
βAnkle bracelets are my favorite.β
His eyes darken. βYou know what? Next time you two fuck, why donβt you moan a little less loud?β
Your neat brows lift up with surprise. βHow are you so sure we already did?β
He pauses, clearly caught on spying. He swallows. βYou sound like a pornstar.β
βIs that supposed to be an insult?β You laugh. βLando doesnβt seem to mind. In factβ¦β Biting down on your bottom lip, you blink innocently up at him as his breathing pattern becomes uneven. βHe fucking loves it.β
Godβwhat were you doing to him?
Just as heβs about to speak, Lando calls out for him and Lily calls out for you. Where are the beers, mate? The Australian spins back and lets out a lousy smile. βOn it, give me a second!β
As he turns again, youβre already up on your feet, adjusting your bikini and throwing Landoβs shirt over your head. The sight alone irks Oscar more than heβd like to admit. βI should go see what Lily needs,β you sing teasingly. Spinning on your heels, you stop, cocking your head to the side and giving him one last glance. βOh, and Oscar?β
You point down to his hard on imprinted on his short. Horrified, heat rushes to his cheeks.
βDon't get so excited over nothing.β
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What appears to be the first time in her life, Lily lies to Oscar.Β
They need some last minute measurements for my cap and gown, she explains, puffing her cheeks as if the thought of flying back home is too much of a tassel, and not a necessityβshe has to go back and take her exams. She had received an extension, but the only catch was that she had to take them in person, as originally planned. Iβll be back in a week.Β
The Australian tries to tag along with his girlfriend because the thought of being left alone to third wheel a couple who probably fucks 24/7 is too unbearble. But as expected, Lily declines, claiming itβd be rude for both hostesses to leave their guests behind. And all wouldβve been fine if Landoβs father hadn't broken his clavicle playing rugby.Β
βDo you really have to leave?β you sigh, zipping his suitcase.Β
He nods. βMum would kill me if I didn't show up.β
βIβll miss you.β
A soft smile. Pecking your lips, his thumb rubs against your cheek lovingly. βIβll be back before you know it. Time will fly by.β
Which is how you and Oscar find yourselves sharing a large house with a million desires. He's quick to note that you have a thing for summer dressesβand so does he, apparently. Jaw clenched, he carefully watches as you cut up a variety of fruit, humming as you prepare yourself a plate. You hum a soft melody, making him more and more intrigued to know what it was.Β
βLove in the Morning. Ennio Morricone,β he hears you say, munching on a slice of watermelon, walking towards the living room. There, on T.V., plays an unknown reality show, but he's not paying much attention, either way. No, his gaze is stuck on you, focused on the way you stretch your legs onto the coffee table, the rest of your upper body resting against the comfy couch. You swallow, reaching for a piece of mango. βOne of my favorite instrumentals.β
It's one of his, too, and not because he knows it by heart, but because you do. Because you sound so beautiful, like a siren, when you hum it. He wonders if you're aware of the power you hold. Though, the way you ignore him lets him know that you do.Β
Against the sunlight, the one that peeks through the open window and summer skies, your ankle bracelet shines, blinding him, almost. He feels his chest grow tightβso much so, that it hurts to breathe regularlyβand he has to remind himself that this isnβt normalβthis isnβt normal.Β
Since when did you matter this much to him? Since when did you affect him this much?Β
Without a second thought, he claims a spot next to you on the couch, reaching for a berry and popping it in his mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow satisfied by this small action of his. βTell me a bit about yourself.β
You blink, caught off guard. In all your time of knowing the Australian, he never once bothered to get to know youβreally get to know you. He never cared, not even in the slightest. But now, in a turn of events, he does. Squinting suspiciouslyβteasinglyβyou shake your head, vanilla perfume radiating off your skin.Β
βNo.β
His lips turn downwards. βNo?β
βNo,β you repeat, flipping through the channels, pretending he wasnβt even there. A click. βWhy should I?β
Because suddenly, youβre the only one in my mind.
He bites down on his tongue, tasting a hint of blood. βIβm not into you, donβt flatter yourself.β
βI never said you were,β you say, a bored tone evident.Β
Oscarβs hands get clammy, thankful for having them pressed against his lap. Maybe he can still make a run for it. To his room. Back to Australia. He doesnβt even care where, exactly, but far, far, far from you. That way, he wouldnβt feel so grossed out in wanting to know more about his teammate's girlfriend. The one whom he never thought about once before this trip. And how can he even defend his honor?
You got into his head.
You donβt register what heβs doingβnot instantly, at leastβbut before you know it, heβs pushing your legs off the coffee table, claiming a seat there, instead. Now, rather than having a clear view of the television, you have one of him. Large and desperate and perfect.Β
He narrows his eyes, sharp and threatening. βAre you glad that both Lily and Lando are gone?β
βNope,β you respond, popping the p. βWhy would I?β
Why would you? Geez, who really knows? Oh, maybe because now you have me all to yourself, and isnβt that what you wanted all along? Why donβt you want me anymore?Β
Slightly grinning, Oscar lets out a raw chuckle, making you want to jump onto his thick lap and lick up his neck. You bet itβd taste like salt and cologne, but the mere thought sounds like a dream. A wild, wild dream.Β
βI know you think about me.β
Zero reaction. Unimpressed, you push your bottom lip out, wagging your index finger at him before pressing it against his cheek, making him pause because that alone makes his skin burn. You push, forcing a dimple before doing the last thing heβd ever thought youβd do.
Slap him.
He thinks heβs imagining it, and you didnβt just do that, but the smug look on your face and the sting on his lets him know that he isnβt picturing it, and you did just do that. You smile sweetly, standing and ditching your place right in front of him, making your way towards the stairs.Β
βGet a life, Oscar. Not everything is about you.β
You like to mess with peopleβs sanity. That must be it becauseβwhat the fuck is wrong with you?
First, you insinuate lusting over him. Later, you put on a show for him every chance you get. And now? Now you toy with him, making him feel like the crazy one. And one thingβs for sure.
He is not crazy.
You barely have a foot up one stair when youβre pulled back, and before you know it, pushed down to sit on the step, the Australian kneeled down in front of you. You breath hitches, eyes as wide as cherry pies. His brows are drawn in softly, a pink tint dusting his ears like some shy teen.Β
βMaybe notβbut everything is about you.β
You always knew youβd get him, and you knew exactly how youβd do it. Youβd plant the seed and have him come running to you. It always works. I mean, itβs how you got Lando, after all.Β
But Lando was a want. Oscar is a need.
With his knees still glued onto the ground, the brunette leans down and kisses your ankle, laying his lips flat as you gasp softly, feeling the familiar bracelet dig into your skin.Β
βTell me you think about me too,β he whispers patheticallyβfragile. Another kiss, this time up your calf. βWhat do I have to do in order to get you to say it?βΒ
βYouβre insane,β you mumble, orbs stuck on the top of his head, shaggy hair hanging loosely before he looks up at you, past his lashes. Butterflies erupt.Β
Up your thigh, he licks you, tasting your lotion, but he doesnβt seem to mind the bitter taste. βCome onβI want you.β He sucks, forming a purple bruise. βDonβt you want me, too?β
You do. You fucking crave every piece of him. But you canβt let him know that. And you really do try your best to fight him off, but as soon as he starts curling his fist around your small dress, youβre just as good as gone.Β
A tiny moan rings through the air, then a pant follows. Heβs barely even touched you and heβs already knocked the air straight from your lungs.Β
βI d-do, Oscar.β Whine. βI do want you.β
And just like thatβheβs taken whatever power you were claiming ontoβback.
Letting go of your dress, he chuckles, enjoying your out of breath state, and standing, making you feel small as you blink, confused as to why he stopped.
Dark eyes glint sinisterly as he kicks your open legs together, not too hard, but still enough to make you jolt with surprise, leaning your elbows up against the step, brows furrowed.Β
A beat. βYou really are a pretty little thing.β
And with that, he walks away, leaving you to feel abandoned.
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Itβs a brutal game of tug-of-war. One where both of your guysβ hands are burning from trying not to be the first to let go.
The first to admit defeat.
Though, it seems like the days grow longer, your dresses fall shorter, and his mind is hazier. All of which is making it more difficult to keep a distance. That is, until Lily FaceTimes Oscar.
βI need to buy some flowers.β
Mid-bite, his teeth push down on his apple, eyes glued on her. He pulls away, drying his mouth with the back of his hand. βWonβt they dry out before the party?β
She shakes her head, highlighting what looks to be a set of notes. βThat's why you're going to get carnations. They last longer.β
βIs that so?β he entertains, smiling gently when she bites down on her marker, brows furrowed as she reads her piece of paper. Throwing away what's left of his fruit, he hums. βAlright, Iβll take care of it tomorrow, don't worry.β
βOh no, tomorrow wonβt work. You have to do it today.β
He frowns. βWhy?β
βBecause she's only available today. She's going dress shopping tomorrow.β
He doesn't even have to ask who she is because he already knows. Shaking his head adamantly, the Australian rejects her idea before it even has a chance to lift off the ground. βI could do it myself,β he snaps, his usually tranquilent voice coming out a bit harsher than intended. And itβs not like him. He never, ever, speaks to Lily this way. So, obviously, it surprises her, a wounded expression mapping out immediately.Β
And she could have been mad. She really could have been madβbut she wasnβt. βIs everything okay?β she asks carefully, as if walking on eggshells. It makes him feel like shit. βWhat's wrong, Oscar?β
βIβ¦β His tongue goes numb. The vivid image of you looking at him, like you hold him in the palm of your hand, comes through. And he doesnβt completely hate it, not right away. But once the British girl hums softly through the phone, heβs ashamed. βI just wish you were here. I miss you.β
A beat, then: I love you.
You had not been the biggest fan of going floral shopping with Oscar, either. Quite frankly, you didn't think being with him for hours on end was a good idea. At least, here in the house, you could escape, but out in the open, your chances were ironically not that good. Where would you run off to if you depended on him for a ride back?
Yet, you found yourself saying yes, and you didnβt know why. You had no clue why you felt the need to help her out. You had no clue why you felt a certain way towards her all of sudden.Β
You had no clue when Lily Zneimerβthe girl you're supposed to hateβwas someone you saw as a friend.
It was a tough pill to swallow, because on one hand, you were still attracted to her boyfriend. But on the other hand, you suddenly had self-control. You didn't want to ruin their relationship anymore. You didn't want to lose her amity.Β
You were trying to be better.
βReady?β
Looking up from your book, you nod. βLet me just go grab my sunglasses.β
As he watches you run upstairs, he feels somethingβdifferent. From your end, that is. As if something has shifted. But he doesnβt have much time to dwell on it, because before he knows it, youβre back.Β
The car is quiet and his music can barely even be heard, but nothing is far more awkward than the tension between you two. Itβs suffocating, so much so, you roll down the window. He makes a noise, making you tilt your head to look at him. Heβs frowning. βItβs a hundred degreeβs out, roll it back up. I can turn on the AC.β
You donβt utter a single word, just follow his instructions. He finds that weird. See, usually, youβd be doing something to get him hot and bothered, but these days you seem to be playing it safe. If anything, he should be thankful. He should be glad that youβve left him alone for whatever reason.Β
But now he wants in on your game.
βHowβd you meet Lando?β
βDonβt. We donβt have to talk.β
He ignores you. βI met Lily in school. She was in the class next to mine and I used to think she was the most beautiful girl in the world.β His mind panics as soon as he realizes what heβs just said, but you donβt seem to have done the same. A cough. βHowβd you meet Lando?β
Seeing as he probably wasnβt going to let this go unless you answer his question, you sigh, twisting your body and adjusting yourself to have a good view of him. Like this, you can count every mole on his skin if you really wanted to, but you donβt. βI never really met Lando, per se. I just alwaysβ¦knew him, I guess.β His brows furrowed and you chuckle. βWe grew up as neighbors.β
βYou did?β he asks, brows jumping up with shock. βI had no idea.β
βYeah,β you mumble, chewing on your bottom lip. βHe was my sisterβs boyfriend for two years.β This shouldnβt surprise him. Coming to a red light, he turns to look at you, fighting the urge to show any kind of reaction, he doesnβt want to scare you off. You look away, wincing. βI knew what I was ruining the moment he and I started talking behind her back, and I did it anyway.βΒ
βSoβ¦they were still dating?β
Nod. βShe caught us locked up in the bathroom. There really wasnβt any explanation to that.β Green flashes as you point numbly and he steps on the gas once again. βAnd you know what? I didnβt even feel all that bad, and you want to know why?β
βWhy?βΒ
βBecause I got what I wanted.β
I love knowing that I can get away with itβget what I want, that is.
Your words from nights ago replay inside his overly crowded mind, making it pound like a sore thumb. His lips open, but he has nothing to say, and it appears youβre done talking, too. Or so he thought.Β
βOscarβ¦β you whisper. βI canβt taint another relationship.β
He keeps his eyes on the road, jaw slacked. You donβt want him anymore. You want nothing to do with him. Shouldnβt he be pleased? Shouldnβt he be ecstatic that your diabolical plan has expired? One you never admitted to, but still.Β
So then why does he feel let down?
βLily is great,β you continue, eyes closed as you nod gingerly. βSheβs the best, and she deserves the friend she thinks she has.β
βExcept you two arenβt friends.β
You blink. βWh-whaβyes we are. What are you talking about?β
He grits his teeth. βYou two arenβt friends. You could never be.β
This gets a rise out of you. Straightening your back, your brows pinch together with offense. βAnd why not?β
βBecause.β
βBecause?β You scoff, not impressed by his bland response. βWe canβt be friends simply βbecauseβ?β
Switching lanes, he huffs, spotting pink carnations in his rear view mirror. You had chosen those on Lilyβs behalf. He didnβt really care at the moment, but now he wishes you had gone with white. What were you two arguing about again?Β
Spotting the familiar blue house, he lets out a breath, pulling into the driveway, quickly putting the car in park, and turning off the ignition. This almost makes you back down because suddenly his sole focus is on you, not the road.Β
βYouβre on my mind.β
Oh. Biting down onto your bottom lip, you shake your head. βIβm nββ
βYes,β he says, firmly, reaching for your hands and pulling them up to his mouth, kissing them over and over. βYou are and you know it.β
βOscar, noβ¦β you let out, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens. A crazed look colors his irises as his chest rises fast, up and down, as if heβs close to hyperventilating. Bewildered, your lips turn to a downward spiral. βYou donβt know what youβre sayingββ
βYes, I do!β he yelps, voice cracking as you stare with shock. βYou did this to me, you got in my head on purpose!β
βI didnβt do anything!β you squeal, frightened by his tone. βDid I tell you that I wanted you?β
βYou implied it,β he defends rapidly, pleading with eyes for you to show any signs of recollection. βWhat changed?β
βI already told you,β you snap, this time using all your power to yank your hands back. βI donβt want to be this way anymore. I canβt.β
Silence.Β
Slow breaths explore the car as he stares blankly. βThatβs not fair.β
βWhat isnβt fair?β you hiss, aiming a glare.Β
Oscar shakes his head, flinging his door open and hopping out, leaving you dumbfounded as you watch him go. Unbuckling yourself, you make a beeline for him, barely even reaching him as you tug on his shirt, making him turn back with a dark look in his eyes. Your heart nearly flat lines from how scared you are of him from this point of view.Β
βWhat isnβt fair, huh?β you ask, trying to sound brave, but thereβs a slight tremble in your voice.Β
Glowering down on you, the Australianβs lips form a slow smile, almost in a sinister way. Mocking, too. He chuckles to himself. βYou like to have your own fun, donβt you?β Your shoulders drop, taking a clumsy step back, but he takes a dominating one forward. βYeahβ¦you do. You get to knead your fingers into someoneβs brain until all they can think about is you, and once they do, youβre out.β Pause. βItβs no longer fun.β
βThatβs notββ You let out a shaky breath, wincing at his accuracy.Β βWhere are you going with this?β
Oscar shrugs, broad shoulders going up before falling sourly. βIβm gonna do the same.β
You freeze, stomach twisting with trepidation. βHuh?β
He nods, clicking his tongue. βHow come you only get to have your fun?β He leans down, coming eye level with you, and narrowing his gaze until you see his iris dilate. Something about that sends a shiver down your spine. βWhy canβt I do the same, too?β
Taking a step back, he makes sure to send a sly smile, the kind that lets you see he has a hidden dimple. He sighs as he steps into the house, forcing you to watch him go with a smug reaction and leaving you with a poor one. Last minute, he turns around, inclining against the doorframe, making him appear larger than the world.Β
Oscar squints teasingly.Β
βIβm going to have you begging me to fuck you.β
-
There was a moment in the past week where you nearly fell for itβalmost.Β
It happened one morning, and all he had done was walk into the house, all big and sweaty. He had just come back from a run.
βExcuse me,β he says, reaching over to grab a glass from the cabinet, intending to pour himself a bit of water. A certain warmth radiates off him and you feel it cling onto you immediately, pushing you towards him. You physically have to stop yourself.Β
Pursing your lips, you move, allowing him to easily grab what he needs. Without a single thank you, he hums, the cool water tasting heavenly. The way his Adamβs Apple juts up and down makes you want to scream, looking away as rub your eyes fiercely. He smiles, setting the glass down. βI need your opinion on something.β
βWhat is it?β you ask, still not looking. Maybe you should leave to go buy your dress for the party. Time is running out, and you have nothing. Though, at this point, you didn't want to be here anymore.Β
βIt's about Lilyβs graduation gift. Should I get her a necklace with her birthstone, orββΒ
An ankle bracelet with my number on it?
Immediately, you turn to face him, cheekbones beet red and a slight twitch in your eyes, those that are now dark and looming. Satisfaction plays a role in his features as he stares innocently. βI was leaning towards the ankle bracelet. I really do think you and Lando are onto something.β
βWhatβs your game?β you ask, bitterness evident in your tone. Your question takes him back to when he was the one asking it. To you. Neat brows furrow with anticipation.
The brunette shrugs. βI don't have one. I'm just here to have fun.β He smirks. βIt's summerβisn't it?β
This is all a bad case of deja vu, one you don't find appealing. How dare he ask you something like this with a dirty smile on his face? The look is just the right amount of disgusting, and the right amount of intriguing.Β
He was getting to you.
Clicking your tongue, you roll your eyes. βWhatever your plan isβstop it.β Pointing a finger, you shake your head firmly. βBecause it's not going to work on me.β
βItβs not?β he asks, closing the gap and towering over you dangerously so. He sees the way your breathing becomes a tad bit irregular, letting him know that this was working, no matter how much you denied it. βBecause youβre a better friend now? Because you got one taste of loyalty and now you've decided to be loyal to yourself?β A large hand reaches for your chin, forcing your head to tilt back and look up at him. And you hate how handsome he is in an infuriating moment like this. βPeople don't change overnight. I doubt you'd be the first.β
Old habits die hard, but over time, and he's right. You're still the same avaricious girl as yesterday.Β
Pushing his thumb against the corner of your lips, you instinctively open your mouth, making room. A soft smile tugs at his own lips as his eyes admire your lipstick coating his finger. Slowly, he eases the digit in, feeling your wet tongue hug it. And then, suck.
βFuck,β he groans beneath his shaggy breath, brown orbs not wanting to miss a single second of this. Humming, your vibrations send a chill down his spine, finding it harder to not bend you over amd just fuck you into oblivion. But noβhe had to hear you say it.Β
Pink tongue laps around his thumb, doe eyes blinking prettily, lashes fluttering like butterflies. Instant jealousy enters the room as his mind begins to race with the fact that Lando has probably had you like this millions of times. He pushes down on your tongue, making you whine and bite down. And he doesn't even flinch.
βTell me you want meβ¦β His brows knit with need. βThe same way I want you. Please, justβsay it.β
Without warning, you bite down hard, this time getting a reaction out of him as he grunts with pain, and you push him away harshly until his back pounds against the nearest wall, letting out a loud thud.Β
βLet me tell you one thing, Oscar,β you start, strolling over to him like a fallen angel. Today you wear a white dress, clung to your body like a glove, allowing him to see every curve of yours, in return, making his palms sweat. You grin, reaching him. βYou won't ever see me begging for anyoneβespecially you.β His stomach drops. βNo matter how much I want this to happen, too.β
Are you willing to get down on your knees and supplicate?
The answer is an obvious one for him: yes. Heβd spend hours at your feet if that meant having you, for even just a second. Normally, he isn't this submissive, nor this desperate, but it seems like only you bring this side out of him. He doesn't entirely hate it.
βYeββ
Ring! Ring!
Sighing, you walk up to your phone that sits on the nearest counter, and pick it up. βHi, baby,β you greet sweetly. βHowβs Adam?β
Ring! Ring!
Digging into his back pocket, he curses, picking up. βHello, darling,β he says warmly, making you flicker your gaze over at him with accusation. βHowβs everything going?β
Turns out, Adamβs bone wasn't actually broken and Lily had aced her exams. She ended up telling Oscar the truth, to which he was surprised she had kept it hidden from him for so long, but was far more surprised when she told him that you knew. Long story short, by some twist of fate, theyβll be back in the next couple of days. They land on the same day, so theyβll save the Australian the hassle and just drive in together.Β
βSee you in a couple of days. Alright. Bye,β you say, rubbing your temples.Β
Oscar looks up, chewing the inside of his cheek before letting go. βIβll see you, then. Fly safe.β
A moment passes by. βDid she tell youββ
βThat theyβre flying in together? Yeah. They were both in London, after all. It makes sense.β
βSure,β you mumble, brushing a strand of hair away. βThey land Wednesday, then?β
βCorrect,β he says, nodding along. Itβs already Monday, so that wasβ¦soon.Β
Too soon.
βI should probably start fixing up the arrangements,β you announce. βLily asked me a couple of days ago, but I haven't gotten around to it. I just pray they haven't died yet.β
βThey haven't,β he states, making you curl a brow. He smiles sheepishly. βCarnations last longer. Lily said so.β
βOf course,β you say, grinding your teeth. βLily said so, so it must be true.β
Nothing more, nothing less. You just walk towards the flowers, and feel the irritation paint your silhouette, because as expected, Lily was rightβlike always.Β
Thing is, Oscar has come to learn your behavior. The way you tell a lie, the way you tell the truth. He's learned your body language, and right now, he can tell one thing for sure.
You never stopped hating Lily.
He smiles.
And that makes him happy. Because he knows this isn't over yet.
-
By Tuesday, the entire setup is ready. The flowers sit beautifully at every table, and the lights hang nicely around the trees. The sound of the lake singing is your only reminder that you could use a break. And apparently, it was also Oscarβs.
βThe event decorators just left. But you did an excellent job with the florals,β he adds last minute.
A hum. βI tried my best.β
The dock creaks. The frog's ribbit. The crickets harmonize. And you two are too close to one another. Your shoulders brush, making you flinch and for him to cough awkwardly. βDespite everything, I had fun having you around. A summer well spent, don't you think?β
With a deadpan expression, you turn to look at him, making him laugh, and the corners of your lips fight back a smile. You haven't heard him laugh in so long, you come to realize. In all sincerity, that is. βIt was alright,β you respond, shrugging it off as if nothing. βBut yeah. I had fun, too.β
Fun teasing each other. Fun trying to get each other to crack. But fun, nonetheless.
And he thinks: if not now, when? You don't know at what moment he catches you off guard, but he does, because in a single second, he's kissing with urgency. Like he's never kissed anyone before and he was making sure to get it right. And it was more than right. Heat pools in between your legs as you try your best to keep up with him, but the taste of cheap beer makes you get high on life. Since when is he much of a drinker?
Since you.
The good thing is that the entrance back to the house isn't that far, so your guysβ tumble is pretty successful. Though, you don't make it to eitherβ bedroom, but rather the couch, where a bunch of disposables lay. Lily had them shipped a couple days ago. Says she wants as many pictures as possible, savor the memories for a lifetime.
Without any precaution, he wipes his arms across the cushion, sending the cameras to crash against the floor and throwing you onto the couch, smiling once you squeal with excitement. All except one cameraβbut neither of you notice that yet.
Your soft hair lays around you like a halo, making him wonder if heβs gone straight to heaven. You gesture him to come in closer, and heβs quick to obey, diving for your neck. You giggle, a lazy hand finding its way into his locks. βNo marks,β you pant, squirming as he licks a line down your throat before going up towards your lips.Β
βNo marks,β he confirms. βOn your neck.β
You pause momentarily, disattaching your mouth from his. βNo marks anywhere.β He grins, nodding just because. You frown. βIβm serious, Oscar.β
βYeah, yeah,β he mumbles. βSure.β
Then, heβs on his knees, kissing your ankle like that one time on the stairs, except now, heβs taking it nice and slow. Steady. Your mind grows dizzy as he grazes his fingers gently down your skin. It sends goosebumps, seeing him like this. Soβ¦submissive.
βI never wanted you,β he whispers as he presses his pink lips onto your left ankle this time. He hums. βYou were just another girl to me. My teammateβs girlfriendβthatβs it.β Another kiss. βYou never crossed my mind, not even once.β
And nowβ¦
Making his way up, he kisses in between your thighs, nuzzling into your warmth. You let out a weak moan, chest rising raggedly. Playing with his earlobe, you massage it gently as you try your best not to ruin this moment. Though it seems like nothing could. Not when heβs devoted to it already. And so were you.
Feeling a slight burn, you furrow your brows as you spot him sucking gently against your inner thighs. You squirm, pushing his head away as he keeps his position. βI said no marks.β
And you actually feel his smile start to spread against your skin.
βHe wonβt see these, if thatβs what youβre worried about.β Another suck, this time harder. βWellβ¦unless you want him to. Then thatβs your decision.β Looking past his lashes, he bites down on the flesh, making you flinch. βSo what? Are you gonna let him see how someone else has fucked you while he was gone?β
Pulling your panties to the side, he dips his tongue into your pussy, making your hips fly off the couch, and for him to push them back down, holding you in place. Sloppily, he kisses itβpractically making outβand groans like a madman with the way you taste. Your sweet nectar makes his cock grow hard instantaneously, and he canβt help but grind against the edge of the cushion where your legs hang.Β
βHoly.β Whine. βFucking.β Moan. βShit.β Groan.
Twisting with an obscene amount of pleasure, you tangle a shaky hand through his hair, ignoring how soft it feels. The need to run away and stay is a confusing pattern, but as soon as he adds a finger, curling it just the right amount, you let out a high pitched moan.Β
Just like that, Oscar, just like t-that.Β
Adding another digit, he picks up the pace of his tongue, drawing figure eights as the knot in your stomach burns brutally. You feel a white cloud surface over your eyes as they close, screwed shut as if that might help you last longer. But he knows what your body needs, and that itself was an alarming thing to realize.Β
With one last mewl, you finish all over his tongue as he licks you clean, not wasting a single drop. And the way you tasteβmakes him not want to go back to not knowing. With a smile filled with bliss, and that familiar afterglow, you giggle, nose scrunching like a bunny as your cheeks remain as red as a rose. The sight alone makes him struggle to comprehend that this is most likely a one time thing, and not something heβll be able to relieve whenever he wants.Β
At the end of the dayβyou're not his.
But he can still reminisce about this moment from time to time.
Mid-giggle, a flash goes through as you come to a stop. Oscar grins, shaking the green disposable, showing it off. βBeautiful. Youβre absolutely beautiful.β
Your breath hitches, his words tugging at your heart strings. You haven't experienced something like that in so long. Shaking your head, you push your dress down, climbing off the couch and pushing him to sit. βI like to play fair.β Sliding down to your wobbly knees, you shoot a gentle smirk, something that makes his cock grow painfully harder. βLet me take care of you, Oscar.β
Undoing his belt, you hurriedly unzip his jeans, fighting the urge to take him completely. You donβt, though. No, you first kiss the tip, making him groan, feeling as if pushing you head down is a good idea. Then, you suck at a comfortable speed, like a baby sucking their thumb, and watch past your lashes how his chest begins to rise slowly.Β
βYouβre huge,β you hum, pecking it. βHow am I gonna fit you into my small mouth?βΒ
Moaning, the brunette drags a hand over his tired expression, faking a smile. βYouβre saying you canβt?β
You suck harder, still treating it like a lollipop. Licking his tip like a kitten licks their bowl clean. Itβs starting to cut his patience thin. βI can figure it outβ¦β
Iβve done it with Lando. How much harder can this be?
Thatβs it. Pushing the back of your head, he forces you to deepthroat him, keeping you in place as you drool on either side of his lap, soft gurgles coming through. You try to push off him, but it seems like that makes him shove you down twice as hard.
βSomething to say, baby?β he pants under his breath, raising a brow. βWhat was that?β
Slapping his thigh, tapping out, you find yourself being pulled off of him, dragged onto his lap as in one swift movement, he pushes your panties to the side once again and thrusts his thick cock deep inside of you. So much happens so fast that you barely have a chance to adjust to his girth.Β
βDoes Lando make you feel half as much as I make you feel?β
Heβs not talking about sex. It hasnβt been about sex for a while now.Β
Moaning, you bounce up and down, your hair hanging like a curtain as you give your best to keep up with him and his rhythm. But he practically controls you, snapping his hips up with anger. At least, thatβs what it feels like.Β
βDoes he make you feel good?β
βYes,β you sigh against his ear as you clutch an arm around his shoulder, keeping as steady as possible. βHe does.β
But you make me feel better.Β
The sound of your praise does something to him, something inexplicable. And while he canβt quite put a name to it, he does know that youβre telling the truth. You had to be.Β
Again, pulling you off his swollen cock, he flips you around, having you use him as a chair as he squeezes his girth into your tight pussy, strong arms looping under your legs and spreading them open as he abuses your cunt, feeling your head fall back as you gasp.Β
βF-fuck,β you shriek, head bopping with each thrust, and your throat growing dry. βFuck meβfuck me.β
βIβm trying,β he chuckles, continuing as you try your best to understand how he was able to learn that he knew how to do all this. βLook at you. Justβ¦look at you.β
There comes a time of life where someone is meant for you, and youβll find your way to each other, no matter what. Heβd like to think that itβs true. Sure. It is. But have you ever thought that maybe itβs not?Β
Maybe the person you think youβre supposed to be with is busy thinking the same thing as you? Living a full life with someone else who isnβt their soulmate? Romantically, that is.Β
Lando and Lily. Theyβre both place holders. Theyβre nice, yeah, and theyβre amazing, tooβbut thatβs about it.
You hold his entire destiny.Β
He just wants to live by it.Β
But the way he has youβitβs temporary. And nothing good ever lasts forever. But God, he really fucking wishes it did.Β
Close, he hears you whisper, followed by a squeal as he holds your legs up higher, still fucking you in the same position. So, so close.Β
βNot. Yet.β
Hauling you off, youβre quick to whine, feeling empty as he spreads you onto the couch, admiring your glistening lips. He presses a thumb down against your bud, feeling the pulse that enlightens him to smile. You copy him, toying with your dress.Β
βShould Iββ
βKeep it,β he says firmly. A beat. βPlease. Keep it.β
When you nod, your hair only gets tangled against the cushion, but thatβs the least of your worries. You frown. βYou havenβt cum yetβ¦β
βI will, donβt worry.β Silence. Pushing this thumb inside, you squirm, wincing slightly as your eyes remain on him, waiting for his next move. βOpen.β
Opening your legs wider, he chuckles, shaking his head. Your mouth. You gulp, then open wide as he hums, bringing his wet finger into your mouth, making you taste yourselves. And normally, youβd be grossed out. God, you donβt let Lando even do this, but something about Oscar makes you feel okay. That, and like a pathetic freak.Β
βGood, no?β Itβs an awkward thing to ask, you canβt help but blush against his digit, lashes fluttering. The Australian tsks, pressing his large finger against your tongue as your eyes grow wide. βRight?β
In a heartbeat, you nod because it just felt like the right thing to do. Satisfied, he smiles, taking another photo of this beautiful sight. Your eyes are round and full of life, and slightly teary, and thatβs what he likes to see.Β
Retracting his thumb, he smirks. He makes room for both of you on this small couch, towering over you and he starts raising both your legs over your shoulders. Your stomach twists.Β
βI wanna see it when I fuck you.β
With your dresses scrunched up, and his cock cutting you in half, you both moan in sync as the wet sounds echo through the hall of the empty house. And this wouldnβt have happenedβprobably everβif you hadnβt accepted their invitation to spend the summer in North fucking Carolina.Β
The number four dangles, and not only is the sounder a reminder that itβs there, but he can spot it from his peripheral vision every time he pounds into you a little harder. And he should be jealousβGod knows thatβs trueβbut surprisingly, heβs not.Β
Because heβs heard the way Lando fucks you. And nothingβnothingβcompares to now.Β
It feels as if heβs practiced moves like this for a lifetime. As if he were to promise you that this could all work out, then youβd believe him.
You really would.
A sloppy thrust. βI never wanted you to begin with,β he grunts, screwing his eyes shut as your body reacts to his harsh confession. βI saw you with Lando, and I felt absolutely nothing. I had Lily to focus on. But Godβwhat have you done to me?β
His tip seems to find your g-spot as you cry out, withering around. βI was taught to respect others. To respect whatβs theirs. Whether that be a journal, or a remote control car, it didnβt matter. But you do,β he confesses, watching as you continue to whimper, probably not catching any of this anymore. βYou did this to meβ¦β
You filled me with greed.
Grabbing your ankles, he lurches them over his left shoulder as he continues to pound into your tight cunt, hearing you gasp before erupting into a string of moans.Β
βNow, everything he has, I want.β You whine. βIβm going after his Championship.β You whine louder, eyes opening as you watch a bead of sweat roll down his nose. βIβm going after his team.βΒ
Oscar chuckles darkly. βAnd Iβd love to say that Iβm going after you, but heyβ¦looks like I already have you.β
And just like that, the pit in your stomach bursts as you two clash against one another, your orgasms riding out together as your legs finally fall, but not before he makes sure to press a gentle kiss.Β
A flash.Β
βReally?β you ask, glaring.Β
βStick your tongue out.β
Without any questions, where you lay, you open your mouth, watching as he stands up to tower over you, jerking his cock one last time as his drops of cum fall against your tongue, white and thick.Β
Your eyes flicker with excitement as he makes sure to take a picture. If he canβt have you later, or probably ever again, then heβll make sure that he gets an angle of you that only he could ever dream of years down the line.Β
Pulling his pants back up, he makes sure to clean you up before making you sit, him only a few inches away, but honestly, it feels like miles. All of a sudden, heβs distant, which shouldnβt come as a surprise, but it does.Β
Biting down onto your wobbly lip, you comb your fingers through your hairβyouβre doing your own after care.Β
βI know things with us won't ever be the same, butβ¦β You wince. βPlease donβt treat Lando any differently. He sees you as a brother.β
He flinches because he knows it's true. Of course it is, everybody knows it. Oscar nods in agreement. βOnly if you promise to stop hating Lily.β
You snort. βSure. Sounds fair.β
The sound of tires is what ultimately gets your two to spring up, rushing towards the window as you look onto the driveway. Laughing, you first see Lily, then Lando, then you frantically twist your heels to face the Australian who remains with a blank expression, clearly not expecting them.Β
βThey were supposed to be here tomorrow, you said!β you hiss, rubbing your temples. βWhat the fuck?β
βThey mustβve upgraded their tickets to get here sooner,β he shoots back, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He grimaces. βHurry! Help me pick up the disposables from the floor!β
βRight!β you screech, running toward the living room as you fall onto your knees, picking up the cameras and tossing them back onto the couch. Oscar does the same, but with his eyes stuck in the door, waiting for a knock.Β
Knock! Knock!
Freezing, you two look at each other, as if debating whether to make a run for it together or not. Though, as soon as you hear Lando call out for you, youβre sure you have no chance. Taking one last glance at the pile of cameras, you huff, skipping towards the door, fixing your knot up hair as best as possible.Β
βHey!β you greet, nearly over exaggerating, but he doesnβt seem to notice. Instead, he beams, grinning from ear to ear. Lando pecks your lips, lingering for a moment, making your heart drop. Because he canβt knowβcan he? Distancing himself, he wears a subtle frown, sort of there, sort of not, so youβre quick to smile. βIβm so happy youβre back.β You turn to face Lily, whoβs stayed in the background, letting you have your moment. βThat youβre both back.β
βIt's nice seeing you, too,β she says before her eyes wander to a place behind you. Suddenly, her eyes twinkle as she grins at Oscar who comes closer with lips drawn into a firm line. βLook who just woke up from a nap.β Kissing his cheek swiftly, she tippy toes, fixing his messy hair into a neat comb over. βYou look as if you got into some kind of bar fight.β
βYeah,β Lando hums, looking over at you with dark eyes. βIt sort of doesβ¦β
βWe were fixing the outside tablesββ
βWe were fixing the floral arrangementsββ
Lily and Lando quirk a glance at each other, then back towards you and Oscar whose faces are flushed. Oscar coughs, scratching the back of his neck. βWhy donβt you guys come and check it out?β
βYes, please!β Lily squeals, already making her way out the door, the Australian not that far behind.Β
Sighing, you go on to follow as well, but thereβs this hold on your wrist that just wonβt let go. You spin, staring at Lando who clenches his jaw.
βDid you fuck him?β
You flinch. βNoβI didnβt.β
Blue eyes fill with warning as he nods, silently thinking to himself before rubbing his chin harshly. βDonβt lie to me. I know what youβre capable of.β
This physically makes you feel sick, ashamed that he knows you for being a lying cheater. βYouβre one to talk,β you shoot back, wishing to take it back as soon as it comes out. He raises a brow, clearly surprised. You gulp. βYouβre capable of doing the same thing as me, arenβt you? Isnβt that why weβre together?β
βWeβre together because I love you.β
βYeah, well, I love you, too. Iβve literally given up the relationship I had with my sisterβfor you.β Taking his hands into yours, you knit your brows together softly, and just like that, he melts. βI love you, Lando. There's no need for anyone else.β
Looking past the clear window, Oscar stares at you and the Brit, who share a hug, taking occasional loving pecks as if nothing else matters.Β
As if his feelings aren't worth anything.Β
βI love it,β Lily says, ripping his gaze from getting hurt any further. Because thatβs what this has all led to βhim getting hurt. She grins happily, making her way closer. βI really appreciate you two working on this together, it all looks so wonderful.β
Guilt makes his tongue trip as he tries to say something, but when all fails, he settles with a warm smile, pulling her against his chest, kissing the top of her head. βIβd do anything for you, Lily Zneimer.β
With your head resting on Landoβs shoulders, you look out to where the couple stand, in the same embrace. This makes your eyes sting, which is silly becauseβwhy do you feel so invalidated?Β
Despite being so far apart, you and Oscar are still able to connect, looking at each other with a certain yearning. This is not what this was supposed to be. The Australian would have never dreamt of any other girl that wasnβt Lily, so what happened?Β
βI love you,β Lando mumbles, securing his hold on you.
βI love you,β Lily mumbles, face pressed against his heart, feeling it thump fiercely.Β
You spare Oscar a smile, and Oscar spares you the same. And neither of you two can bring yourselves to lie.
So, instead, neither of you say it back.
-
It all comes crashing down on you one Sunday morning.Β
By now, Lily has graduated, summer is over, and youβre back in Monaco. And for some reason, Lando offered to help get Lilyβs pictureβs developed. He knew a guy whoβd get him a nice discount, apparently. Film is expensive as it is, so of course the British girl accepted.Β
Youβre sitting outside on the balcony. Itβs windy today, and you should probably go back inside, but the ocean looks particularly blue today, so you decide to stay.Β
Curling yourself tighter with your blanket, you sigh, staring numbly, mind racing. Because this is a daily occurrence now.Β
All. You. Think. About. Is. Him.
Him and his obnoxious smile. Him and his warm brown eyes. Him and his chuckle that sounds dry to everyone else, but lively to you.Β
Justβ¦him.
And without a doubt, Lando has figured out that something was wrong with you, but he never asked questions.
Until now.
βHey,β he says, plopping down next to you, pressing his lips against your temple quickly before smiling. βHave you been here all day?β
You blush, shivering by the sudden breeze. βIf I say no, would you believe me?β
βYes,β he admits, clicking his tongue. βBecause apparently I believe almost everything you have to say.β
Including your lies.Β
You hear him, but his voice is muffled by now with all that youβre feeling. He handed you an envelope, and you first opened it with curiosity, then with dread and shame when you realized what was inside.
The film.
Youβre laughing, eyes shut with delight.Β
Your lips are wrapped around his thumb.
Around his cock, too.
Drops of cum lay flat on your tongue.
One where his head is beneath your dress.
One of his hands wrapped around your ankles, a certain number four glimmering.
All of this, and more.
Licking your lips repeatedly, you sit up, staring at him with an open mouth. βLandoββ
βIβm not mad.β
You blink.
He shrugs, taking the pictures, making you want to snatch them back and figure out what to do with them yourself. How could you and Oscar forget to set this one aside?
He can tell that youβre mortified, so he sends a reassuring smile, but it does no good. βIβm not, alright? Iβm justβ¦disappointed.β His reaction is confusing, he can tell what youβre thinking. Why is he so okay with this? βIβm not the biggest fan of you lying to me, but whatever, itβs fine.β
βAnd sure, I should be furious that you two went behind my back, and maybe I amβbut Iβm willing to let it go because I love you.β The blue eyed boy pecks your lips, you still frozen with shock. He chuckles. βThis is what I get, right? This is my karma? For sleeping with you while I was still dating your sister?β
When you still donβt say anything, he nods to himself, as if this is all making sense to him, and only him. βMust be.β A beat. βI forgive you.β
βWhat about him?β you squeak, scared of his response.
Lando clenches his jaw before breaking into a helpless smile. βHe doesnβt have to know, I know. This will just remain between you and Iβjust like always. He doesnβt have to know. Lily doesnβt have to know.β
You hold yourself from crying because in a way, heβs right. Out of everyone, Lily Zneimer doesnβt deserve any of this. She has been nothing but good to you, and youβre embarrassed to notice now that you ruined a perfectly good friendship. And while she may have no clue, you do, and thatβs enough for you to probably wince every time you look at her from now on.
βJust donβt do it again. Mβkay?β
Rubbing his thumb against your lips, itβs almost like heβs waiting for something, but when you donβt seem to do whatever he was thinking, his eyes darken, and he gets up with a bitter smile.Β
He takes the pictures with him and you donβt know what for.
But you donβt dare ask a single question.
Itβs just you. Your thoughts.
And Oscar.
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baby fever - op81
synopsis: youβve got baby fever. Oscarβ¦ well, doesnβt.
wc: 0.5k
warnings: mentions of infertility (r is not actually infertile), not proof read
A few days ago, while scrolling through social media, you came across a video of a little baby. Her giggles warmed your heart, and sent you down a long rabbit hole and into a spiral of lasting baby fever.
You sauntered into the kitchen where Oscar was cooking breakfast. Your hands wrapped around his torso, your head rested on his shoulder.
He smiled, a sight that brightened your day and definitely did not help with your daydreams about him as a father. βGood morning.β He greeted. The sleep hadnβt yet worn off, leaving his voice a little rough.
βMorning.β You sighed, snuggling your head into the curve of his neck.
βWhatβs up, baby?β He asked, a hand snaking itβs way down your arm before lacing his fingers with yours.
Humming, swaying, you were in your own world. In your mind, you imagined a mini version of the both of you sitting in a high chair not far from where you stood. βWe should have a baby.β
It was a harsh bomb to drop so early in the morning. In your haze, you hadnβt realized that.
βWhat? No.β He laughed.
You frowned and pulled away from him.
He began to panic. βNo, wait-β
βNo. No itβs okay. Stupid idea anyway.β You mumbled, slow steps creating distance between the two of you. You retreated to the bedroom. He wouldβve followed you if it werenβt for the food on the stove.
As soon as he finished up and plated the food, he rushed to the bedroom. He found you on the bed, under the sheets, curled in a ball.
He sat beside you, a comforting hand on your back. βIβm sorry. That came out wrong.β He apologized. You said nothing. βIβd love nothing more than to make a mini us and see it run around the house, but right nowβ¦ itβs not a good time.β He shook his head, though you couldnβt see it.
βBut heβd be so cute.β You blubbered.
Oscar paused. βAre you crying?β He hesitated to reach out.
You flipped around to face him. βYes!β You sniffed. βBecause- because- imagine it. Heβd look just like you and I can dress him like you and take him to racesβor her! And youβd look so cute holding a mini us.β
Hands found their way around your body and he pulled you into him. βI know, youβd be such a cute mom. Maybe later but I just donβt want to miss everything. Weβre still young.β He ran a hand through your hair while you continued to cry, not liking his answer.
βYouβll be racing until youβre forty!β You sobbed. βAnd what if Iβm not able to have kids by then! I could be fresh out of eggs!β You clutched onto his shirt.
βI donβt want to wait until weβre forty, either. Maybe just a couple more years.β
You sniffled. βI think Iβm pmsing.β It would explain the emotional response, and the intense baby fever.
Oscar didnβt say anything, he only chuckled.