*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

❤️- smut

Based on the picture ^

Top lando Norris
Bottom Oscar piastri

I've set days now Wednesday and Saturday (sometimes) for updates but deffo a Wednesday if I don't update then I'm either dead or ill 😐

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The plane ride to Australia was long, but Oscar had lando with him, so time passed quicker. They have been dating for a while, no one knew, and they were all by themselves.

No trainers.
No team principals.
No engineers.
No nothing.

Just them two together and the person flying the plane, obviously. But they were locked away and had a soundproof door and everything. Unable to hear.

Oscar got up to go to the toilet eventually, after laughing to hard he was on edge. Once he came back lando was looking at his camera, seemingly manspreading across his seat to. "Hey beautiful," he smiled as Oscar returned, Oscar smiled back and sat on the seat next to him. "Hi,"

Lando opened his arms and patted his thigh for Oscar to sit with him. Which the Aussie did so smiling, lando wrapped his arms back around him and continued to look through his camera gallery. Looking at all the pictures and deleting some that were shit or blurry.

Lando adjusted Oscar in his lap, as gently as possible, but also he ended up manhandling him slightly. Oscar whimpered quietly as lando settled him back down properly. Lando chose to ignore the little noise.

They were sat so Landos legs were parted for Oscar's legs to slip between, Oscar leaning back on Landos shoulder with the Brits head leaning on Oscar's own shoulder. Landos arms still wrapped firmly around him, now holding his phone instead of his camera.

Yet Oscar still wasn't comfortable.

He ended up squirming around a lot, wriggling in Landos lap trying to get into a better spot. Landos free hand came to stable him on his lap, squeezing his waist as a gentle warning to stop moving around.

Oscar leaned back on him, then there was some turbulence. Causing Oscar to shift in his lap again. "Oscar. Stop," landos voice rasped. But it was sort of to late. Lando could feel himself getting hard in his sweats. And apparently Oscar could to, stopping all his movements.

"Lando.." he whined, "well it's hard not to pop one when you keep fucking moving Oscar," lando replied. Oscar smirked to himself, he had a lot of power right now.

Instead of listening to lando, he completely ignored him, continuing to wriggle around in his lap. Until he was once again manhandled into a position, so now he was straddling Lando's lap, facing him. Oscar's breathing stuttered.

"Ok, you wanna move around, you can fix what you made," lando said, motioning to his obvious boner. Oscar looked down at it, looking back up at the Brits green eyes. Before said Brit leaned forwards and leaned into Oscar's ear, "finish what you started, him?"

Oscar whimpered, his hips stuttering up pathetically but he was met with a nice friction and a small groan from lando. Who's hands were now guiding his hips into a slow grind.

Little whimpers fell out Oscar's mouth, when he tried to go faster to get better friction, Landos hands would tighten on his hips, stopping any other movement from occurring. Oscar's head fell to his shoulder. "What's wrong osc? Something holding you back?" The Brit teased.

Oscar bit into his shoulder to stop himself from shouting. Landos hands finally loosened on his hips and Oscar instantly moved his ass so it was directly on top of Landos dick. He moved back and fourth roughly, dragging strangled noises from the Brits mouth.

"Shit Oscar wait.." lando muttered as he tried to slow down the Aussies hips, grabbing him roughly. Oscar whimpered again as he was again limited to a slower grind. "Lan..please.." Oscar begged, he needed the friction.

"Patience, osc," lando said looking up at him, the Aussie whined and kissed lando roughly, moaning into it as lando thrusted his hips up into Oscar's ass. "Feel good?" Lando muttered into his mouth, Oscar just nodded and whimpered.

Oscar's mouth made its way to Lando's neck, kissing gently as lando stilled his movements. Oscar took that as an invitation to rock his hips again, only to be stopped by Lando's hands again.

"I'll move you. Be pantient, ok baby?" Lando whispered in his ear, Oscar nodded, burying his head in Lando's neck, his face was flushed red. "Gone shy osc?"

Oscar lifted his head back up, just as he did lando grinded Oscar's hips down into his own, making the younger almost cry out, "lando!- fuck.." he tried to shush his voice.

"It's ok," lando cooed, smirking at him. Oscar hated it, how he was so smug.

Oscar arched his back slightly, trying to gain more friction that he was sort of granted, a few low whimpers making there way out of Oscar's mouth.

"Lando- fucking please.." he begged as he couldn't move his hips anymore, Lando's grip being to strong. The Brit thrusted up into his ass, Oscar could feel him through his clothes, he wishes he couldn't though. He wishes he could just take lando right then and there.

"Sh, it's ok," lando said lowly, his hands no longer supporting Oscar's hips but going down to stroke his thighs, parting them a little more and stroking his palm flat over the bulge in Oscar's sweats. The Aussie cried out at the friction he got, he needed it.

Oscar bit into his hand gently, trying not to be as loud as he wanted to be. After all they wasn't the only ones on this plane, the pilot that was just a few meters away. Yet locked away in a sound proof room.

Lando continued to stroke Oscar through his sweats and rut up into him, Oscar didnt know if he wanted to push into lando palm or push down into his dick.

Yet he finally made his mind up to chase his own pleasure, thrusting his hips into Landos palm eagerly. He could feel himself getting closer with each touch of Landos hand over him.

"Fuck lando I'm gonna.." Oscar warned, choking on a moan. Lando shushed him, "it's ok baby, let it go.." he whispered. And Oscar did, he came in his pants, the stickiness instantly went through to Lando's hand. The Aussie gasped Lando's name multiple times as he came in waves, "that good, hm?" The Brit asked, Oscar nodded his head, leaning on Lando's shoulder.

Then he rutted his ass back onto Landos dick, knowing he was still hard, lando groaned into his ear. Lando continued to push up into him, feeling the wetness of his own precum start to build up. Oscar panted into his neck as he tried to reach his hand into Lando's sweats.

He managed to eventually, rubbing small circles with his thumb over his tip. That was flushing an angry red and calling Oscar's name. Lando came then, a little groan of Oscar's name, and Oscar panted in his ear still. They were both so gone that Oscar didn't even have the energy to pull his hand out of Lando's boxers for about ten minutes.

"That's new..we've never done anything mid air.." lando joked, Oscar laughed lightly and sat up, finally taking his hand away and lando dragged him to the toilet so they they could clean themselves up.

It wasn't the best feeling having cold cum on your sweats so luckily lando brought spares for them, putting them on and throwing the first pairs into one of their bags. As well as their boxers.

"Always come prepared, right?"

Oscar just rolled his eyes.

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Bit short but it's smut 🥳