Formula 1 | One Shots

Two Is Better Than One 🔥| Oscar Piastri & Lando Norris

Authors Note: Warning ⚠️ 18+ spicy story (at the end).

This is a spin off of the one shot from a few chapters back, "Sinful Seductions."  Shoutout to my girly for the suggestion, she knows who she is 🇮🇹 
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It had been almost five months since I joined McLaren as Oscar's lead engineer, and I couldn't be prouder of how far we'd come. Sure I missed Ferrari, especially the boys, but McLaren had welcomed me with open arms.

The team had been putting in the hard work, and results were steadily improving. Both Lando and Oscar were pushing their limits race after race, but there was still something we hadn't achieved, a double driver podium for the team. Today, at the Hungarian GP we had our best chance yet. 

Lando was sitting comfortably in P1, and Oscar was in P3, right behind Max. The entire garage buzzed with excitement and the energy was contagious as everyone watched the final ten laps. I tried to focus on the data across my monitors, but the nerves were hard to ignore. This could be it...our 1-2 finish this season. 

I glanced up at the pit wall, where Zac and Andrea were holding their breath, watching every move Lando and Oscar were making. Oscar had been driving flawlessly, sticking close to Max, looking for any opportunity to overtake. My heart pounded, and I found myself tightening my grip on my headset a little tighter than usual. 

In the moments before the radio went off, I could feel the tension building in the garage. The corners were tight, and Hungary's track didn't exactly offer many easy overtaking opportunities, but Oscar was determined. I could hear him in my ear, calm and focused as usual. 

"Alright, Bella, how are we looking?"

"We're in a good position, Oscar. Just keep pressuring Max, stay close and wait for the moment. You've got this." 

I tried to sound as calm as possible, though my stomach was in knots. Oscar didn't say anything more, but I could hear the determination in his silence. I watched the screen, seeing him inch closer to Max through the corners. Lando was holding steady in P1, far enough away from Max, but all eyes were on that P2 battle. 

Every single person in the garage seemed to hold their breath as Oscar stayed within DRS range. Then, it happened. As they approached Turn 1, Oscar made his move. He dived down the inside, committing fully to the overtake. My breath caught in my throat, and the entire McLaren garage went silent for a split second. Max tried to defend, but Oscar was relentless, squeezing past him on the exit. 

"Yes, Oscar! Brilliant move! You're in P2!" I shouted into the radio, barely able to contain my excitement. 

Both sides of the garage erupted in cheers, but we knew the race wasn't over yet. There were still a few laps to go, and anything could happen. But Oscar held his ground. The gap between him and Max grew slightly, and soon we were staring at something we had only dreamed of this season, a McLaren 1-2. 

Lando crossed the line first, with Oscar following right behind him, the team radios shouting with joy. I felt a wave of relief and pride wash over me as I watched both of our drivers take the checkered flag. 

"That's a McLaren 1-2, boys!" Lando's voice came through the radio, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. Oscar chimed in a second later, his tone more reserved. 

"Well done, team. That was fun. Special shout out to Bella." 

I pulled off my headset, unable to stop the huge smile from spreading across my face. We did it. After months of hard work, after getting so close so many times, we had finally secured the double podium for McLaren. The garage was slightly chaotic, team members hugging and celebrating the victory we had all been working so hard for.