Call Of Duty

Call Of Duty

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle & His Love

Captain John Price

John & his Sweetheart

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Poly141!

A Simple (Mis) Understanding

Can't stop thinking about....

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Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

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johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

—✩ even if it kills me (angst)

captain john price

—✩ intertwined (angst)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

—✩ johnny’s sister!roommate!reader (fluff)

simon ‘ghost’ riley

—✩ alive (angst)

—✩ timeless (fluff+angst)

—✩ traitor (angst)

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🏎️ cockwarming with carlos whilst he’s on a racing sim, he wants to keep practicing until he has a perfect lap but reader reallyyyy needs him

I loved this request sm! 🥹

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The sound of engines roared through the room as Carlos focused intently on the racing simulator. The large screen displayed the intricate twists and turns of the virtual track, each curve demanding his full attention. He had been at it for hours, determined to perfect his lap times before the next big race.

You watched from the doorway, biting your lip as you took in the sight of him. Carlos was always mesmerizing when he was so deeply immersed in his passion, but tonight, you needed him in a different way. The desire burning within you had reached a fever pitch, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

Slowly, you made your way over to him, your footsteps silent on the carpet. Carlos didn’t notice your approach, his eyes fixed on the screen, hands gripping the steering wheel with determination. You slipped behind him, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you leaned in close.

“Carlos,” you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

He glanced at you briefly, a quick smile flashing across his lips before his focus returned to the track. “Hey, cariño,” he murmured. “Just a few more laps, okay? I need to get this perfect.”

You sighed, your need growing more urgent with each passing second. “I really need you,” you said softly, your voice laced with longing.

Carlos’s eyes flickered with recognition, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I know, baby. But I have to finish this first. Just give me a little more time.”

You knew how dedicated he was, but the ache inside you was becoming unbearable. A mischievous idea took root in your mind, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. Gently, you moved around to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his.

Carlos’s eyes widened in surprise as you settled yourself against him, your body pressing intimately close. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

You gave him a sultry smile, your hands resting on his shoulders as you leaned in closer. “If you’re going to keep practicing, then I’m going to stay right here,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.

Carlos’s breath hitched as he realized your intention, his hands momentarily slipping from the steering wheel. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Dead serious,” you replied, your voice a seductive purr.

With a swift, practiced motion, you positioned yourself over him, guiding him inside you with a sigh of relief. The sensation was intense, your bodies joining in a way that felt both familiar and electrifying. Carlos groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he tried to maintain his focus on the track.

“You’re making this very difficult,” he muttered, his voice strained.

“Good,” you replied with a playful grin. “Maybe it’ll motivate you to finish faster.”

Carlos chuckled, his eyes darting between the screen and you, his concentration faltering. “You are impossible,” he said, his voice filled with affection.

You began to move subtly, rocking your hips in a slow, teasing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of you. Carlos’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his focus.

Despite his best efforts, the combination of your movements and the intoxicating sensation of being inside you was too much for him to resist. His lap times began to suffer, the once-perfect lines and turns becoming increasingly erratic.

“Cariño, you’re going to make me crash,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his neck as you whispered, “Then maybe you should focus on me instead.”

Carlos’s resolve finally crumbled, his hands abandoning the steering wheel to wrap around you, pulling you closer. “You win,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of defeat and arousal.

With a swift motion, he shut off the simulator, the room falling into a sudden, blissful silence. His attention was now solely on you, his eyes dark with need as he began to move in earnest, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

The two of you moved together in a passionate, desperate rhythm, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Each thrust, each touch, brought you closer to the edge, the intensity of your desire igniting a fire that consumed you both.

Carlos’s hands roamed over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rode the waves of pleasure together.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with awe.

You smiled, your eyes locked onto his as you whispered back, “So are you.”

As the intensity of your movements grew, so did the pleasure, building to a crescendo that left you both breathless and trembling. With one final, powerful thrust, Carlos sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. He followed moments later, his own orgasm tearing through him as he held you close, your bodies locked together in a moment of perfect unity.

Breathless and sated, you collapsed against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you caught your breath. Carlos’s hands gently caressed your back, his touch soothing and tender.

“That was… amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

You smiled, your eyes closed as you nuzzled closer to him. “It was,” you agreed, your voice a sleepy murmur.

Carlos’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch a comforting presence. “We should do this more often,” he suggested with a chuckle.

You laughed softly, your body relaxing into his embrace. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

bruce springsteen's babysitters club

photograph- c.leclerc

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or, 5 moments in y/n and charles's life that made the internet go crazy :)

charles leclerc x norris! reader

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AC incident 

You walked into Charles’s room, a drink in hand. God, you forgot how hot Monaco was, even this late in the year. When you’d packed to come visit your boyfriend, you’d thought about the cold and miserable weather back home, not the hot, sweaty, humid, and sunny weather of Monaco. That’s how you ended up in a pair of Charles’s shorts, and just your bra.

“Baby?” He called you. 

“Hm?” You nodded, not looking up from your phone as you lay on his bed. You knew he liked gaming, especially when it wasn’t much about racing, and you didn’t want to disturb him. But his room was the only one with working AC, and you were about to die in the kitchen’s heat. 

When you didn’t get an answer you looked up to see his eyes firmly glued to you, rather than the fifa game he’d just lost. You could hear all his friends shouting at him for missing a goal and costing their team the win. 

“What?” You chuckled, getting up and walking over to him. 

“You look so beautiful, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek when you bent down beside him, laughing at the comments in his ears about him being down-bad. “So pretty.”

“Thanks baby,” you smiled, casting your eyes to the chat, which was all about you and Charles, either complimenting how good you looked, or how cute you were together. 

Landosnandos21: y/n is looking good. DAMN. 

y/n’sversion: Monaco weather is a blessing if we get to see mother like this. 

Charlesleclerc’stoes: alexa play ‘that should be me’ by justin bieber. (I’m taking about charles his woman is FINE.)

y/n’shairfolical: marriage when? children with perfect genetics when?

Pastryboy81: if he’s not this obsessed with me, i don’t want it. 

You laughed at the chat as Charles let his hands wander down your back to your ass, then further to your thighs. 

“Hey!” You heard Lando’s voice through his headphones. “Get your hands off my sister! Stop being weird on stream!” 

You laughed as Charles dropped his hands from you like you were on fire. “Lando, shut up,” you held your middle finger up to the camera, hoping he’d see it as Charles laughed with you. 

“I’m just going to turn the AC on, ok?” You turned to Charles, who stared for a second, then nodded like a puppy. “Thanks,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, then going back over to the bed and turning the AC on. 

His gaming continued for another 20 minutes before he shut off the game and came over to you. “Hello baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck as he lay beside you. You kissed back as his hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Though his body was warm, you didn’t really mind. “Can we-?” he smiled bashfully and you chuckled.

“Is the stream off?” You asked, knowing his challenges with technology.

“Maybe? I do not know,” he chuckled. “I don’t really care.”

You chuckled, but got up anyway, actually turning off the stream. “Bye guys!” Only a bit embarrassed. 

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Bahrain 

Charles had been training and preparing since the moment he’d gotten up that morning, aka, he hadn’t seen you. There he sat, in his freezing ice bath, when he caught a glimpse of what he thought to be you, cycling with Carlos. He gave a sneaky look to the camera that was on him, then; one second he was there, his trainer looked away, and the next second, he was gone. Shot off like a rocket in your direction. You and Carlos had to jump off your bikes and almost fall over to get out of his way, and even then he chased you all around the paddock, trying to get a hug. 

“Charles! You’re soaking wet!” You laughed as you felt the eyes of the entire team on you two. 

“Come on mi amor! I have not seen you all day! I never race my best without seeing you!” He pleaded, still chasing after you. 

Your laughing stopped when Carlos grabbed you by the shoulders to stop you from running away, helping Charles’s plan. He held you to his chest as Charles celebrated and thanked him, and as the team videoed. 

Finally, Charles made his way over to you and smirked. “A hug, my love?”

And you had no choice. You were passed from Carlos’s arms to Charles’s and hit with the freezing water that coated his swim shorts and his body. “Fuck Charles!” You squealed. “You’re freezing!” 

He just laughed and pressed your head further into his neck, pressing kisses to the top of your head as the paddock became a chorus of ‘awws’ and ‘oooos’. 

“I’m getting you back for this,” you gritted, low enough so only he could hear it.

He smiled wider. “I know you will.”

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Streaming goes wrong

Charles was doing another stream with the f1 boys, you knew that. Charles liked to get very focused on what he was doing, you knew that. But Charles had also promised to come pick you up from the airport, and after 30 minutes of waiting for Arthur to find his baggage (birthday surprise for Charles), then 40 minutes of waiting for Charles, nothing. Not even a phone call or a text. You were exhausted, Vancouver to Monaco was an 11 hour flight, and you hadn’t slept a wink thanks to the guy in front of you, who’s snores could’ve started an avalanche if they were given the chance. 

You opened twitch and pressed on Charles’s stream, to find him busy racing with the other boys. You sighed and decided to just get a cab instead, not wanting to bother him. He could be very forgetful, and you knew that. 

After a 32 minute drive, walking up the stairs with your suitcase since the elevator was out of order, and coming inside, you dropped your suitcase by the door, and went straight to your neighbours apartment to get Charles’s other birthday present even if you weren’t going to try and talk to Charles right now, not when you were that angry. 

Charless16900: wasn’t y/n coming home today? Did you pick her up?

Charles glanced at the chat to see the message and his face fell. He was meant to pick you up- he looked at his watch- more than an hour ago. He checked his phone to find the messages you’d left and he sighed. 

“I am in big trouble,” he told the group, a sorrowful look in his eyes.

George chuckled. “What? Why? What did you do?”

“I forgot to pick up Y/n from the airport!” He groaned. “She got a taxi instead.”

“Oh, so that was the noise from earlier, your door opening,” Alex added. 

“What?!” Charles squeaked. “She is home already?”

“I think so mate,” Max laughed. “Good luck.”

Charles got up from his chair for a few minutes to go and talk to you. “Baby?” He called out to the apartment. “I’m sorry?”

And then a pillow was flung at his face. “You dick!” Arthur shouted. “You forgot us at the airport!”

Charles stared at his little brother, completely confused. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled, throwing the pillow back. 

“I am here for your birthday surprise!” Arthur explained, throwing the pillow back at him. “You know, the one Y/n set up?”

Charles shook his head, even more confused. 

“Thanks Arthur, congratulations, you ruined the surprise,” you walked in with a small dachshund in your arms. “Well, here's the other part of the surprise.”

Charles stared at you. “You got me a dog?” He smiled, taking the dachshund from your arms.

“I got us a dog,” you corrected him. “Happy birthday-eve,” you smiled. “Also fuck you for not picking me up from the airport.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Arthur cheered, annoying Charles. “You could’ve seen me way faster- ew! Stop it!”

Arthur started complaining because Charles had started kissing you. You chuckled into the kiss as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other held your new dog. Your arms wrapped around his neck as Arthur threw a pillow at the both of you, causing Charles to pull away and start chasing him around the apartment. 

You chuckled to yourself and picked up the pillow, fixing up your bed. Maybe you could forgive Charles for his mistake. Then you looked at his gaming set-up and saw that everything was still on and that he was still streaming. 

“Charles!” you scolded, going over and ending the stream with a wave. “Turn off the stream before you run off!”

“Sorry, my love!” He called back. 

“And Arthur!” you shouted. “Stop chasing your brother around my house, you’re going to break something!”

“Sorry!” He called back. 

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Qualifier

You watched with bated breath as the qualifier for the Monaco GP dragged on. It was the last lap, Oscar right on his tail, and…

He did it. He crossed the finish line first. Ahead of Max, ahead of Oscar, ahead of everyone. 

The entire paddock was alive with cheering. Every person pulled someone closer in with hugs and cheers, and it was all thanks to Charles. Arthur and you were jumping up and down, ecstatic that he’d won. As soon as you two could, you ran to the lineup and watched as he jumped out of the car, running straight towards you. He pulled off his helmet, handing it off to someone, then he scooped you up in his arms, a bright smile on his face as he kissed you. The small camera crew and the number of fans around clapped and cheered as cameras flashed and pictures were taken. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you smiled. “My winner.”

“Your winner, always. And soon, your husband." 

Thank god neither of you were wearing microphones. 

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Interview goes south

“Does being Charles Leclerc make you fuck more?”

Charles tried to stifle the shit-eating grin on his face when he looked up and found you with your head in your hands, shaking your head and laughing as the second-hand embarrassment hit you like a freight train.

He chuckled. “I am very lucky, I am very in love and my beautiful girlfriend loves me too,” he smirked. “But the answer is definitely yes,” he laughed as the other interviews burst into uncontrollable laughter. Obviously he was making a joke (no he wasn’t, you two went at it like bunny rabbits), but it was awfully embarrassing for you both. Charles beckoned you over and you obliged, only to set the record straight. 

“He’s joking about that,” you clarified. “And don’t be so sure on how much your girlfriend loves you after that answer,” You scolded. Charles laughed, holding you closer and pressing ‘apology’ kisses to any piece of you he could reach. The video ended with Charles chasing you around the paddock as you ducked past people to evaded his capture.

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I just want a driver!male!reader so confused on why the drivers are acting super nice to him. Like the drivers are so horny on main for reader and people (or even engineers doesn't matter who) are telling him why, and he just continues to brush it off. Even when it comes from his bestfriend (maybe logan or yuki). And he doesnt figure it out until he gets kissed by first and second place. (You decide who. Maybe max? But that doesnt seem like something he would do in my opinion.)

The It boy

Social media au + written fic

Fluff slightly suggestive

Word count 366

Various male face claims

This could be better I’m not gonna lie I’m in a bit of a writing funk 😭😭

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Pierregasly10 — and I thought I was the only one who had a big dick

Your username— @kika-gnomes come get your man 🤣

Kika-gnomes— unfortunately for us there’s no saving him 😭

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Username 4– CHARLES!!!!

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Username 6 — what in the hell is going on with the boys????

Username 7 — their horny that’s what’s going on 🤣

Logan was woken by the sounds of someone knocking on his door. Rolling over in bed he looked at the time it was 3am Logan had one rule: don't interrupt him while he was sleeping. Grumbling, he got out of bed and opened the door finding his friend y/n standing there staring at his phone.

“What are you doing here?” Logan grumbled.

“Can we talk? It's pretty important?” Y/n asked looking up at his friend who looked like he was going to kill him.

“Can it wait till morning?” Logan asked.

“Not really mate” y/n responded. Logan sighed and opened the door up further to let his friend in.

Logan followed y/n into the small living room of his hotel room and collapsed down on the sofa.

“Well what is it?” He half mumbled half groaned still trying to will himself back to sleep.

Y/n looked away from his phone and sat down on the sofa opposite his friend.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Depends if you interrupted my sleep for a good reason or not." Logan replied.

“Everyone on the grid has been leaving these strange comments in any post that involves me” y/n said.

Logan raised an eyebrow, his tired eyes staring at the smaller man.

"Comments? Like what?"

Logan was immediately more awake, the fact that everyone in the paddock was talking had his attention.

“Like these” y/n said, showing Logan his phone.

“Lando_norris4 — google how do I become a cat 🐈???”

Max_Fewetrell— Lando mate we’ve talked about this

Lando_norris4 — don’t judge me max…HAVE YOU SEEN HIM!!!!

Username 5– I need y/n to put his hands on me

EstebanOcon31– same here

Charles_leclerc16 — I need proof 😩🫠

Pierregasly10 — and I thought I was the only one who had a big dick

Carlossainz55 — I’d give up everything to be a homemaker just for him…

YukiTusnoda22 — does y/n need a private chef 🧑‍🍳

Oscar_piastri81– those lips are looking mighty kissable

MaxVerstappen1– if I could get pregnant I’d be Y/n’s baby mama 🤷

Logan was struggling to hold back laughter. He knew his friend was attractive, the grid had been drooling over him since he joined 5 years ago.

He knew it would only take 1 good photo for all hell to break loose. He did promise to not laugh though.

"And it's all the drivers?"

Y/n looked back at his friend, his face going slightly red.

"Well no... Some of the team members have got involved...even a few fans...."

Logan's eyes widened. He knew the drivers were down bad but the team members and fans too?

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Logan asked, leaning back on the sofa. Y/n looked down at his feet.

"Well you're my best friend and a good looking guy…. I was wondering if you could give me some advice? Help me on how to deal with all this?" Y/n asked, a slight hint of desperation in his voice

Logan's annoyance at his friend for waking him up was all but gone.

"How could I not see this coming? They've been making heart eyes at you for years."

Logan shifted into a more comfortable position on the sofa, gesturing for friend to come sit next to him

Y/n stood up and sat down on the sofa next to Logan, still staring at his phone, refusing to look up and meet Logan's eyes.

"Mate I’m so screwed." He mumbled. Logan sighed and put an arm around his friend's shoulder.

"You're not screwed. You're an attractive guy. Of course all those drivers are gonna be thirsting over you"

Y/n finally put his phone down the coffee table and groaned, burying his face into Logan's shoulder.

"They’re not even being subtle about it! Lando wanted to know how he could turn into a cat!”

Logan chuckled and rubbed his friend's shoulder. Watching him get so distraught over this was quite entertaining.

"Like I said they've been thirsting over you for years. Lando has had a crush on you since last year"

Y/n looked up at his friend, his eyes searching for a hint of a lie on Logan's face.

"Really? Lando?”

Lando norris was a good looking driver, y/n couldn't deny that. But he was also a bit insane, and the exact opposite of y/n.

Logan let out another chuckle and nodded.

"He's crazy about you."

Logan glanced at his friend, his face red, completely oblivious to the fact that most of the grid was in love with him.

"You really didn't know did you?"

Y/n let out an uncomfortable laugh and stood up from the sofa.

"It can’t all be Lando, come on mate"

Logan smirked and picked up his phone. He knew he was going to enjoy this. A ping sounded as an Instagram notification popped up on his screen.

“What am I going to do?” Y/n asked

Logan scrolled through the comments, chuckling to himself at the ridiculous things they were writing.

“You’re a grown ass man. Just ignore them." He teased, knowing it would piss his friend off.

“Oh yeah because it’s that easy” y/n responded, rolling his eyes and glaring at his friend.

Logan chuckled again, he was enjoying messing with his oblivious friend.

“So what’s the worst one you’ve seen?” He asked, still scrolling through the comments.

Y/n went bright red and he sat down on the sofa again, staring at his own phone.

"You don't want to know." He mumbled, trying to avoid the question.

Logan's eyes widened, that reaction could only mean one thing, someone had written something dirty.

"Oh come on, mate now I want to know" he laughed leaning closer to his friend. Y/n buried his face in his hands, the tips of his ears going red.

"You're gonna laugh at me" he mumbled, refusing to look at his cheeky friend.

Logan was laughing already, he could tell it was going to be good. He sat down on the sofa next to his friend, their thighs touching.

"Come on, it can't be that bad" he goaded, leaning closer to get a better look at his embarrassed friend's phone.

The smile on Logan's face got wider and his arm found its way back around y/n's shoulder. He pulled his friend closer, a cheeky plan forming in his mind.

"Damn they're not pulling their punches" he laughed reading the raunchy comment.

“It’s not funny Logan!” Y/n exclaimed looking at his friend.

“I don’t know man it kinda is… look just let the guys down tell them your of interested” Logan says.

“What am I going to do?” Y/n asked leaning against the back of the couch.

“Join a convent and go celibate for the rest of your life” Logan suggests.

The next couple of days passed quickly for y/n and he spent them avoiding his phone, hoping the comments would die down. But the thirst for him only increased. He walked around the paddock, trying to go unnoticed but being stopped and dragged into conversations everywhere he went. He had to admit some of the attention was fun, Max Verstappen had jokingly commented that y/n was the hottest driver on the grid.

That was until he walked back into the Ferrari hospitality on the second practice day, he had been invited to join the team to enjoy the air conditioning.

As he sat at one of the tables, he was joined by a couple of drivers. He'd just finished a rather heated conversation with Carlos about his new haircut when he felt somebody else slide into the seat next to him. He turned his head to find himself face to face with none other than Charles Leclerc, Ferrari's golden child.

Charles smiled down at the smaller man, resting his chin on his hand. He had the same goofy look on his face that most of the drivers had.

"You know they’re all absolutely crazy for you, right?" He smirked, watching y/n's reaction. Y/n felt his face go red. No matter how many times the drivers mentioned it, he always got embarrassed by it.

He looked away from the handsome Monegasque and cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.

"They’re clearly joking," he mumbled.

Charles laughed, his eyes never leaving the nervous man beside him. He knew y/n was oblivious, everyone knew that he was oblivious.

"Mate you're hot. You were the hottest thing in the paddock last season" Charles teased, resting his hand on y/n's knee under the table.

Y/n's eyes darted to where Charles' hand was resting on his knee. His breath hitched as the older man’s hand slowly crept up his thigh.

“No way” he mumbled, trying to ignore the way Charles’ hand felt against his skin and the heat radiating off the man's body.

“Ummm I gotta go” y/n said jumping up and running off.

Charles chuckled to himself, amused by the smaller man’s panic. He watched as y/n ran out of the hospitality and through the paddock, almost bumping into Lando and Pierre on the way out. Lando and Pierre caught each other’s eye and silently agreed to follow behind the man. They’d both seen the interaction with Charles and had to admit, it was very amusing.

It was race day. The whole paddock was buzzing with excitement; most of the attention was focused on y/n.

He had already been swamped by drivers all morning, everyone trying to wish him luck and joke about how attractive he was.

But he pushed all those thoughts away as he climbed into his car. Now it was just him and the race.

The race went smoothly for y/n. He finished P1, which was an amazing result but it made him happy. He climbed out of his car and was instantly swamped by his mechanics and engineers congratulating him on the race. He smiled, proud of himself for finishing in the points.

The usual celebrations began, music blaring out, champagne spraying everywhere. The crowd were going wild.

Y/n stood still watching the chaos unfold in front of him. A smile on his face. Until he felt a presence standing next to him. He turned his head to see Oscar smiling down at him. “You did great mate” Oscar mumbled, trying to make his voice heard over everyone else on the podium.

Y/n smiled up at him.

“Thanks. You did good too” he chuckled, a sense of giddiness flooding over him.

As the celebrations continued Oscar leaned slightly towards y/n.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, his eyes wandering across y/n’s face and settling on his lips. Y/n’s breath hitched slightly when Oscar leaned closer to him. He nodded and looked away flustered by the young man’s gaze.

“Uhmmm. Yeah. Of course” he mumbled.

Oscar shifted closer until his chest was almost touching y/n’s shoulder. He could hear the man’s breathing, and the way his breath hitched when he spoke. He smirked

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while” he said quietly, barely more than a whisper.

Y/n shuddered, the feeling of Oscar’s breath brushing against his neck and the warmth of the man’s body seeping into his sent all the blood rushing down to south.

He opened his mouth but was cut off by a set of warm lips pressing firmly against his. Oscar’s hand found its way to the small of y/n’s back, pulling them flush together as he pressed against the man. Y/n responded immediately, leaning into the kiss. One hand gripping the side of the podium and the other grabbing the front of Oscar’s race suit.

They pulled away panting slightly, both men’s faces flushed. Oscar smiled at y/n, his eyes full of hunger and need. Y/n let out a nervous laugh.

“What was that for?” He asked, his voice shaky.

“I had to make sure you got the right message considering that you are so oblivious,” Oscar says, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not oblivious” y/n said offendedly .

“Sure you aren’t mates” Oscar says, shaking his head smiling.

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Oscar_piastri81 — I win 👹

Lando_norris4— CON-😭-grad-😭-ulations-😭

Username 8 — poor lando 🤣

Username 9 — y/n was and is the most oblivious person to ever walk the earth

Username 10 — it was Oscar standing on his tippy toes for me 🤣

Username 11 — someone check on Logan

Logansargeant2– not even I could see this coming I always thought it would be lando

Charles_leclerc16 — need a third 👀

Username 13 — CHALES NO!!!!

MaxVerstappen1– what am I supposed to tell our children????

Oscar_piastri81– split custody that’s what my parents did 🤷

Username 14– oh my god Oscar 🤣🤣

Username 15 — you know it makes so much sense now if you think about it.

Username 16 — Oscar “heart eyes” piastri

Username 17 — oh he bold bold 🤣