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CONFIRMED! In a show of progressiveness, McLaren will be the first F1 racing team with an omega and an alpha on the grid! Alpha Oscar Piastri is now joining for the 2023 season and is expected to race for podiums with Omega Lando Norris, placed seventh in the 2022 season! Welcome aboard, Piastri! We are all very excited to see the new developments!
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Hell.
This is what it is.
When Oscar Piastri signed with McLaren after Alpine’s stunt, he allowed himself to believe things would become easier now. More secure, since he got quite a few years signed up for, and more profissional, given McLaren’s reputation.
He didn’t take the omega in the team into consideration.
And looking back, it was a big, big mistake, considering the omega in the team was Lando Norris.
Lando Norris was now his team mate, his veteran and his flatmate while they were travelling for the season. Well. Not exactly a flatmate since Lando had his own room but he might as well disregard it from how frequently Oscar encounters the omega lounging on his couch.
Or even invading his room in the middle of the night, like he was doing right now.
When Oscar raised the issue with management, management said Lando was like that, expansive, bright, quick to make friends. It was good for him, they say, for Oscar is too tight, too icy.
Being friendly with your teammate was kind of Lando’s brand and almost one unspoken papaya rule. Oscar was supposed to go along with him and back his words, his actions and his entire personality.
However.
However Oscar Piastri would not classify this as being “friendly.”
He could smell Lando even before he opened the front door. How he had a spare card to Oscar’s room was a mystery in itself, but it happened so many times that the alpha didn’t even move a muscle, waiting for the inevitable.
Halfway through the season, he already knew what to expect and, instead of sitting on the bed and waiting for Lando to open the door, he simply kept laying down, eyes glued to the ceiling. Oscar was now relying mostly on his sense of smell since the room was poorly illuminated by a tiny bedside lamp and the headphones he had on were blasting music.
The melodic drum and bass kept him grounded, the pulsing on his ears in sync with the rapid beat his heart assumed now that Lando’s scent flooded the room.
He was for sure in the room already, sneaking inside without even trying to be subtle.
To be honest, being subtle wasn’t Lando’s forte. Because if it was, he would've said “hello” and “how are you” before climbing on the bed and straddling Piastri without preamble.
Just then did Oscar moved. His eyes rolled from the ceiling to the omega sitting right above his hips clad only in tiny, skin-tight booty shorts and an oversized hoodie that covered half his hands. He had white socks on and Oscar wondered if he walked in the hallway barefoot or put on his Adidas slippers.
The process of his omega teammate getting dressed to sneak in his room shouldn’t matter, though. What should matter is Lando Norris’ ass and pussy directly pressing on his dick.
Oscar saw Lando grin that huge, cheeky, full of teeth smile and saw him say something he couldn’t read on his lips before uncovering his hand and showing a…tiny remote controller?
Piastri was about to take off his headphones and question him when Lando pressed the remote and started vibrating on his dick.
Oscar's reaction was immediate. He cursed, one hand reaching for his headphones and pulling it out quite roughly while the other closed on Lando’s hips.
“Lando!” He hissed, hastily sitting up and attempting to push the omega away but losing the battle when Lando giggled and ground his hips again.
The vibration was coming from the inside of Lando’s obscene shorts and now that Oscar paid enough attention, there was a faint pink light glowing from it. Almost as if there was something nestled between Lando’s folds.
“What is that face for?!” And the omega laughed more, both his enormous hands now splayed on Oscar’s chest despite the alpha’s effort of minimizing their contact. He was quite strong when he pushed Oscar to lay down again. “You didn’t like your surprise, Osc?”
Oscar gave him a glowing stare, his face scrunching up in a grimace. Both his hands were now on Lando’s hips, valiantly trying to stop him from rolling his hips. It was barely enough friction, to be honest, but Piastri was in grey sweatpants, no underwear, and Lando had a vibrator inside his shorts.
And from the way his scent was sweet, sweet, siruppy, he was also dripping wet.
Oscar gritted his teeth, canines aching, and grabbed both of Lando’s wrists to pull Lando forward until they were nose to nose, breathing into each other’s mouth.
He meant it as a way to intimidate Lando, but turns out it made their predicament worse, since the vibrator inside Lando’s shorts nestled perfectly beside Oscar’s clothed cock and, by the sigh Lando let out, also stimulated him more.
Despite the alpha’s serious and angry stare, Lando Norris gave him a lopsided smile, his aquamarine eyes turning sultry from the low lights in the room. Cheekily, like the fearless omega he was, Lando put his chin on top of his hands, looking up to Oscar while comfortably laying on his chest.
“You don’t like it, Osc?” He rolled his hips to make his point, feet wiggling beside Oscar’s thighs. Both of Oscar’s legs flexed by his knees, his feet planted in an aborted move to throw Lando off him. “And I dressed all pretty for you. You don’t recognize your homerace jumper?”
Oscar thinks it’s honestly unfair that he looks so pretty when being so mischievous. Never in his life had Oscar dealt with such…difficult omegas. While two of his sisters were omegas and he was used to being constantly made fun of, nothing was ever physical and he never had an omega purposely letting out their scents to tempt him and allure him.
To be honest, Oscar was never interested in the nuances of scents and presentations. Sure, he had a girlfriend before, but Lily was keen on waiting for marriage and Oscar never pushed, for he was more interested in reaching Formula One.
Even after their break up, his ruts were dealt cleanly and efficiently with carefully selected one night stands that had to sign a 17 pages NDA and that usually came around smelling like soap and the plastic strips of scent patches.
But Lando Norris was different.
He refused to wear patches while they weren’t racing or giving interviews. Scent patches were for public use only, he said. “They itch! They irritate my skin!”, he said. And because he was McLaren’s golden boy – and because he smelled heavenly of vanilla bourbon and red grapefruit – they let him get away with it.
Which was, to be fair, a big problem to Oscar Piastri, who was usually the one getting hit in the face with a heavy wave of omegan scent bleeding with arousal and cheekiness.
No one could really blame him if he got dizzy on it. It was an universally known truth that alphas may be willing in mind, but weak in flesh.
Especially when the scent was coming from such a pretty face – full doe eyes glimmering green in the dark, his curls resting cutely on his head, his pink lips stretched in a teasing smile. Even his weight on Oscar’s chest, constricting his breath, was somewhat worthy when Lando moved his hips again and made Oscar practically whine with desire.
So, even if he had both his feet on the bed, and could throw Lando off with a hip thrust – he was used to heavier weight than Lando in his training routine –, he never did it.
He didn’t even attempt to use his alpha voice to command Lando away, because by the time his brain rebooted, his dick was already painfully hard and his hands were now holding tight on Lando’s hips.
Any other omega would’ve flinched from the pain, but Lando just cocked his head, a mocking glint in his eyes.
“Lando, we can’t.” Oscar pleaded, to which Lando hummed and started playing with the collar of Oscar’s shirt. His hips kept circling and circling, rubbing over the cock that was pressing under his ass.
“We can’t what?”
Piastri pressed his lips in a thin line, partially ashamed from getting excited so quickly – even if his body was attuned to Lando’s everything ever since the omega was still unlocking his front door.
“This, Lando.” But instead of paying attention to his complaints, Lando was now pulling at Oscar’s collar and nosing the three moles on his neck, inhaling his almond and cocoa butter scent. The more Lando’s lips brushed against his throat, his breath incandescent, the less Oscar wanted to protest.
He still tried to be the sensible one:
“We can’t afford to…to fuck up like this.”
But it was apparently the wrong thing to say, for Lando laughed and raised his hips, just to rearrange himself and sit his pussy right on top of Oscar’s dick, his folds now half enveloping the length of his member.
Like a fucking hotdog.
Oh my god, they were hotdogging. With the addition of a bullet vibe as a second sausage.
Jesus Christ.
“Oh, I just wish you were fucking up.” Lando cuts through Oscar’s derailing thoughts, now back to sitting on his pelvis and bracing himself on Oscar’s chest. And then he was back to grinding his hips and this time it was even worse, for the heat of his pussy and the vibration of the toy were all over Oscar’s shaft.
Even with his pants and Lando’s shorts in the way, it was still delicious because Lando was slicking so much that the fabric of his shorts were sopping wet, clinging to his labia beautifully.
“Shit!” The alpha cursed, his dick twitching and aching to be inside a tight, wet heat. The scent of grapefruit and vanilla all over his face was also not helping. “Stop, Lando.”
Lando was not stopping. He almost seemed like he was recalling his horse riding skills, hips not stuttering for a single moment, his humping steady and delicious.
“But it feels so good, Osc…” He all but moaned, rolling his head before adding in a high pitched voice: “So, so good.”
Oscar groaned, this close to giving in. He was only a man, after all.
Before he could accept his failure, the omega tipped forward once more, hands now on Oscar’s pillow and beside his head. Without preamble, Lando went straight to distributing open mouthed kisses on Oscar’s jaw line, his blushing cheeks and his temple, before whispering on his ear:
“I can’t help myself if you’re right next door smelling like brooding alpha.” He whined, hands moving on Oscar’s hair and pulling it lightly, just so he could attempt to move a Formula One driver's head to where he wanted to.
And he wanted their mouths brushing together.
Unfortunately, before being a Formula One driver, Oscar Piastri was only an alpha and Lando Norris and his sinful hips were clearly in control here.
“I can’t help it – hahh” Lando tried to speak, but was interrupted with Piastri’s hands getting a hold of his asscheeks and squeezing it. “– but want to please you, alpha…”
Lando ended his sentence right against Oscar’s mouth, their breath mingling and their lips brushing against each other. All it took was one single whine from Lando and Oscar was surging forward, his tongue slipping inside the omega’s mouth.
If before he attempted to push the omega away, now he was pulling Lando in quite frantically, urging his hips to keep grinding on his dick.
The kiss was exactly like them: fast, sharp, intense. In record time, their lips were swollen, tingling, covered in spit. Lando’s lips were red and biteable, Oscar’s not too far behind, although he was the one with a face in a deep shade of red.
Seeing the alpha so disheveled did things to Lando’s loins and he giggled before going back to his neck and mouthing against his Adam’s apple.
Any other alpha would go insane from having someone else's fangs as close to his scent glands as this, but Oscar just…just couldn’t react aggressively towards Lando and instead of pushing him away, he bared his neck, exposing it completely.
It caused Lando a full body shiver, his scent growing immensely pleased with the response.
“I’ll be good, Oscar, really good.” Lando whispered against his throat, delighted when his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when Oscar swallowed a grunt. “I will rub my cunt all over your cock when you win and cockwarm you when you lose. Aren’t I the best teammate?”
“Fuck.” Oscar’s hips bucked upwards for the first time, a sign he was losing control. He let out a somewhat distressed noise and grabbed Lando’s thighs in a hold that would surely bruise in the morning. “Yeah, you’re up there.”
Lando moaned at the possessive grip and brought his mouth to suck on Oscar’s trembling lower lip while suggesting the filthiest things.
“Ahh…such a good alpha…hmmmm…so good, Osc.”
At this point, Oscar’s crotch had a big wet spot and he could feel Lando’s slick seeping through the fabric and adding to the precome coating his dick. It felt incredibly constrictive, still being in his pants with Lando’s weight over him, but the pressure and the vibration were good enough that he could come untouched.
“You should put it inside…”
But of course Lando would still tempt him. He had to gather forces from the his bones to rough out an answer:
“No.”
Lando all but bounced on his dick like a spoiled, petulant child.
“Please! Please, Osc, please…i’sso good…”
And Oscar was certain this was some time of divine punishment.
“Lan–” He started, but had to quickly get hold of one of Lando’s hands that has rushed to pull at his waistband. Oscar hissed, “Lando, don’t put it inside!”
His answer was a very sad, very dejected “aww”, Lando’s eyes filling with tears now that his omega was so close to the edge and facing rejection. Oscar had to bury the regret for telling him off deep into his chest before he did something he would regret.
(Lando Norris shouldn’t be an one night stand or quick fucks to lessen the pressure of the season. For Oscar Piastri, he deserved so much more. He wanted to do it in the right way.)
“But I’m so so wet… can’t you feel it? I’m soaking through your pants… I really wish your cock inside my hole now!”
Even with the low lights in the room, Piastri could see that now even his sweatpants were clinging to his dick, just like Lando’s shorts did to his pussy folds. The pink light was even more visible now, the vibrating still steady.
What a vision, really. Oscar all but threw his head back, grunted and bucked his hips slowly.
“Fuck…Lando, don’t do this to me, mate ”
Goddamnit. Divide punishment? More like a spiritual battle.
“Osc, pleeeease!”
To aid his suffering, his cock caught at Lando’s entrance in one particular roll of the omega’s hips. If they were both unclothes, a tiny thrust would do it. Oscar knows Lando would be easy on his dick, judging how wet he was. He knows that, if he tears Lando’s shorts open and pulls his pants down, he would be able to easily split Lando open on his cock.
Unfortunately, he wouldn’t allow himself to taste heaven just yet.
Instead, he grabbed Lando’s hips and aided him in rocking back and forth, the tip of his cock brushing what must be Lando’s stiff clit. The vibrator had been dislodged slightly during their movements, and but the way Lando was attempting to bounce on his lap, Oscar would bet the pink object was teasing Lando’s entrance.
The entire room was filled with omega scent and the filthy sounds of gaps, whines and grunts, the bed slightly creaking with the movement. Lando’s movements were growing more and more uncoordinated and short.
Oscar finally moved into a sitting position and this time Lando sobbed and hugged him by the neck, burying his face on his shoulder. He never stopped bucking his hips, pressing their genitals together and chasing that delicious high.
“Hahhh…you’re so mean…your cock is so big, it will feel so good…”
Very fond of the petulant, bratty tone, Oscar rubbed at his back with one hand and reached under Lando’s ass with the other, just to find the vibrating toy and press it hard against Lando’s pussy.
A high pitched sob echoed around the room and Oscar smiled.
“You’re so pretty. You can come like this, I know you can.”
Finally, Lando broke down in his arms, his voice cracking and getting sweeter and sweeter.
“Alpha, if you’re not giving me your cock, I’m gonna squirt all over you!” It was supposed to be a threat. But the way he sobbed the phrase out was incredibly delicious and the idea of Lando coming apart on top of him to the point of soaking his bed with slick was very much welcome.
Pride filled Oscar’s being, the ache in his teeth and chest easing a bit now that Lando’s scent grew more and more submissive, his slicked short rubbing over and over his painfully hard dick.
The vibrator was doing a mad job in getting Lando there and, at some point, the omega changed his rolling motions and focused on little aborted thrusts that told Oscar he was close.
Suddenly, Lando tightened his hold around the alpha’s neck, whined really loud and murmured a bunch of words in a slurred english:
“Gonna cum…Osc, gonna cum all over your cock, gonnamakeamessofyou–” He let out a stream of “ah, ah, ah”, almost hiccuping on his pleasure, his hips jerking wildly until he tensed and squirted all over Oscar’s dick.
The warmth liquid enveloping his cock, the sweet gasps on his ear, the omega scent permeating his lungs did it for Oscar Piastri, who, indeed and embarrassingly, came untouched while clutching the trembling omega in his arms.
The pleasure went on and on and on, and it ranked number one in all the time Oscar had come in his life, including when he first discovered his dick could feel good if he rubbed it a little at age 10.
If what he went through was torture, this was the sweet reward.
When Piastri came back from his high, he noticed Lando’s breath was still laboured and the omega’s limbs were still tight all over, as if overstimulated. Furrowing his brows, he loosened the hold around him and just then Oscar noticed the vibrator was still on since Lando didn’t have room to turn it off when Piastri caged him in a bone-crushing hug while coming.
So, without intending to, he had kept the omega overstimulated and now he was left with a Lando Norris whose eyes were glassy and whose body was spasming repeatedly. His pretty lips were partially open, his breaths laboured, but he didn’t let out anything but quiet, wounded moans, mind very clearly shutted down.
“Shit.” Piastri cursed, immediately slipping his hand inside Lando’s, quite frankly, unsalvageable shorts, and taking out the offending pink vibrator, turning it off and throwing it across the bed. With his other hand, he kept the omega in place and when the vibrator was dealt with, he gave three light slaps on Lando’s cheek:
“Lando, fuck, hey, are you okay?”
His answer was a gargled moan before the omega slump over him once again, arms tucked against Piastri’s chest. He mumbled something against Oscar’s chest, but Oscar didn’t have the best hearing and sometimes Lando didn’t have the best speech.
“What?”
The question did seem to annoy him, though, for he slapped his socked feet against the bed and huffed:
“Clean mee…”
And then: “Feed mee…”
And then: “Alpha, I’m wet and dirty and hungry and you ruined my favorite shorts!”
Oscar Piastri was, once more, rendered speechless. If he knew his contract with McLaren would include an additional clause to take care of a needy, dramatic, extremely cute omega like that, he would've signed it sooner.
Maybe he would even beg for it. He would be even more of a fanboy and comment on all Lando’s posts instead of just liking it.
It was hell, but it was oh so sweet.
“Did I, now?”
He was granted a fit of giggles by his rival, his teammate, his omega Lando Norris.