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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 | 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑
#𝐋𝐍𝟒 & #𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏
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Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are teammates in Formula 1.
On track? They're a perfect duo — all precision and synergy.
Off track? A ticking time bomb — made of tension and desire.
Lando’s always been that guy: easy smile, quick wit.
He knows exactly the kind of effect he has on people, and he uses it like a weapon — almost like a sport.
A cheeky wink here, a double-edged comment there.
Drivers, mechanics, journalists — he’s had all sorts of hungry eyes on him.
And he loves it. He lives for the teasing. Lives for the win.
But Oscar Piastri?
Oscar plays a whole different game.
Quiet, calm, with that unbothered vibe like nothing ever rattles him.
Only, Lando finds out way too soon that under all that chill is something way more dangerous — a subtle kind of sadism, a silent kind of flirt.
Every time Lando tries to flirt, Oscar throws it right back at him — but sharper, sexier, more ruthless.
A comment about engine heat followed by an "accidental" brush on his bare arm.
A lingering glance in the motorhome mirror.
A bite on the lip while watching Lando drink water.
All of it calculated. All of it meant to drive Lando insane without ever crossing the line.
Oscar knows Lando wants him.
He just won’t make it easy.
He’ll toy with him like he’s racing down a long straight, just to slam the brakes right before the turn — heart in his throat, pulse in overdrive.
And Lando?
He’s spiraling.
Oscar’s constant teasing is driving him mad. It’s not rejection — it’s erotic torture.
Oscar’s eyes say it all: “I know what you want. I could give it to you. But I won’t. Not yet. Only when you’re desperate enough to beg.”