My Good Boy

LN4 X GN!Reader

It was astonishing how much some simple words seemed to do to your boyfriend. He was thrusting in you, slow and deep, when it just slipped out of your mouth—

"Ah- good boy, Lando."

His hips faltered, eyes wide as he stared at you. In only a second, he gained back his momentum, but you knew you didn't imagine how he twitched inside you. "Say that again."

"Good boy. Making me feel so good."

"Yeah?" He asked, voice strained against his own thoughts. His eyes twinkled with pride as he looked at you. "I make you feel good?"

"Yes, baby, so good. You're such a good boy for me."

Lando —the absolute whore— moaned right by your ear. Loud. "Say that again. Please."

You could hear it in his voice how close he was. "Mhm? You wanna be called a good boy?"

He nodded desperately. "Please. I'm so— so close."

"I know, baby. I can feel it." You clenched around him just to make your point, and Lando whimpered in that beautiful way of his. "Come on, come for me, pretty boy."

That was all the permission he needed, spilling inside you barely a second later. "F–fuck," he grunted, and with a final thrust, you came too.

As he lay in your arms after, panting slightly, you made a mental note to call him that again in the morning.

For now, your pretty boy needed some pampering.

Who's A Good Boy?

OP81 X Gn! Reader

The rose gold light of dawn filtered in through the blinds. Oscar stirred in his sleep on top of you. Running your fingers through his messy morning hair, you spoke softly, "Morning, Osc."

"Mhmm," he grumbled something you didn't quite catch, followed by a "Morning, love."

"Shit, you sound so pretty, baby." It was out of your mouth before you knew it. Frankly, watching Oscar Piastri sleep like a baby on your shoulder would do that to anyone.

A light blush tinted his cheeks. Oscar grumbled some more and hid his face into the crook of your neck.

It began with the kissing.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck, grinding his half-hard erection against your thigh for friction.

"ah- Aren't you a needy thing," you asked playfully.

Now the thing about Oscar is, he blushes so damn much. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't look absolutely glorious. You couldn't help but edge him on.

"Look at the state of you, sweetheart. Be patient."

Oscar moaned, but stilled by your side. Then he looked up at you with those big brown eyes like you wouldn't give him anything he asked for for a simple 'please'. "Please, love, I need you so bad."

You flipped him over and settled yourself between his legs, holding his waist. "There you go, using your words like a good boy." The blush darkened on his cheekbones; his breathing grew raggedy as you brought your hands to the band of his shorts. "You're so good for me, my good boy."

"Please," he whimpered.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please, I wa— I need your mouth on me."

You grinned, giving him a fleeting kiss as your lowered his shorts. "Of course, baby. You only had to ask."

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