kenngry88
This old heart of mine💙
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thank u prev anon for bringing up fic recs do you have any good ones because i need to see oscar put into situations and. Humiliated. pls his character is always so interesting to read and analyse… totally not justifying my freak
en Gee El i like barely read fic anymore Shame emoji but like. i have it on very good authority ( @redbulldotgov’s bookmarks ) that these are peak…
under the seal by @piastriachios
6.2k lando/max/oscar abo
both hands by @clarenmac
15.4k anything clarenmac writes ill vouch for. lando/carlos/oscar insane threesome
strategy session by @fastcarscuteboys
3.1k andrea/oscar/lando orgasm control and rancid
can you feel the weight of the eyes on your neck by @bright-and-burning
2.3k andrea/oscar/lando exhibitionism
feels good (its a heavy copacetic) also by @bright-and-burning
3k lando/oscar self bondage and walking in on
contract renewal by @hanquality
37.7k lando/oscar orgasm control plus like every porn scenario u could imagine, vouching for all their fics putting oscar in situations
mountain calling by @aphelionatseven
3.2k carlos/oscar the spandex porn of all time. Major bang
a fountain of ichor, or a broken tap by @papayashowers
4k lando/oscar omorashi abo major bang
funny little frog in my throat by @antspaul
5.1k girl!charles/oscar essential reading oscar is obsessed with charles boobs
carcar tits drabble by @steviethenarwhal
5k as the title suggests if u like tits youll like this
stars are blind by hobfox
19.5k carlos/oscar been on my TBR for forever. virginity kink
i also of course just tag all the writing i loooove w fic rec so u can check that tag too hope this helps muah
#oh my actual gosh #who say that? #THISISMADNESS #NO #THISISSPARTA MYSANITYISHERENOMORE
lewis hamilton during the national anthem before the race, monaco - may 25, 2025
Do u have landoscar fics recs?
boy do I have a list for you ><
by conquest's right by @amilyame
literally every fic by @passengerprincipessa
again, every fic(I binged thru all of them in a night) by @ellusionist
cx's collection by @cx-boxbox
second movement by @lellabellas
casual by @loquarocoeur
anon collection
you love me(but you don't know it yet) by @nyoomfruits
october birds by @wanderingblindly
every fic by @its-all-papaya
every fic(againx4) by @ocontraire
all fics (getting little repetitive here...) by @ipleadbritney
I could use some 💪 luck
an angel on letterboxd just dropped a whole playlist of films free on youtube I was filled with so much love and light I had to share with you guys
may i pretty please request some more somno? “your protector” knocked me flat on my back 🧎♀️🧎♀️
filling alongside another anon prompt for landoscar cnc :)
somno + lando with a pussy (for reasons including but not limited to: i could not stop thinking about lando norris’s g-spot)
prompt 3/?
You wouldn’t know what they were planning on doing, if you were a fly on the wall. The day goes the same as most of their Woking trips: sim sessions, media duties, chatting with the factory staff.
Lando has a meeting with Zak and picks up a few more hickeys while Oscar meets with Andrea – an hour of body worship in low, soft Italian as Andrea pulls him apart with his tongue.
So Lando and Oscar are both pleased and loose when they meet back at their rental flat for dinner. They share a meal over the type of easy conversation they’ve earned from being teammates for so long. It’s domestic – routine, even.
But then night falls.
As Lando’s washing his face before bed, he catches Oscar’s eye in the mirror. He’s wearing one of Oscar’s faded boarding school t-shirts, long enough to graze the tops of his thick thighs. “Was thinking, Osc. Could you do it tonight, then?”
Oscar’s hand pauses on his toothbrush, but he resumes a scant moment later as though his head’s not instantly flooded with memories. A dark room, Lando’s sleepy huffs of breath. Unloading inside him with four more hours left to sleep.
“Yeah?” he asks, rinsing his mouth under the tap.
“Mm-hmm,” Lando returns, calm and happy. He swipes on some lip balm and turns to go back to bed with a cheeky smile. Oscar just watches the sway of his hips in the mirror, grinning like an idiot.
They dick around on their phones for a while before turning in for the night – Oscar reading motorsport.com articles, Lando playing online poker like he’s forgotten money has real-world value – and then Lando yawns and settles into Oscar’s side with a sleepy, “Love you.”
Oscar makes himself wait, then.
Two hours, until the ancient alarm clock on the nightstand is flashing single digits. Beside him, Lando is curled in on himself, his back to Oscar. One knee is drawn up, and he’s breathing deeply, chest rising and falling rhythmically. The bathroom light is still on across the room, and Lando’s silhouetted in a warm wash of light.
The duvet is tangled around his waist, but the waistband of his Calvin Kleins is just visible where his t-shirt has rucked up above the curve of his ass. In one slow motion, Oscar reaches out and slides Lando’s panties down, his mouth watering when he sees the cotton stretch over Lando’s tan skin.
His panties are damp – a sizable wet spot catches the low light. In his sleep, Lando makes no reaction. Naughty thing. Must’ve had a nice little dream about what Oscar was going to do to him tonight.
Oscar drops a kiss to his shoulder and then drags the panties down to Lando’s knees. He doesn’t remove them all the way – it’s hotter somehow, like Oscar might need to make him decent again with a moment’s notice.
They’ve got a mirror on the wall back home so that Oscar can watch himself do this bit – but here, it’s left to his vivid imagination. He takes in a deep breath and releases it very, very slowly as he lets the fat head of his cock slip between the swollen lips of Lando’s pussy. It’s an easy slide – Lando’s soaked tonight, his body blindly responding to Oscar’s touch, even though it could be anyone’s fingers, anyone’s cock. It could be Leclerc, or Danny Ric, or…hell, even Mark fucking Webber. Lando would have no way of knowing, wouldn’t he?
The pink, weeping tip of Oscar’s cock pushes through to the other side, appearing just beneath the hard knob of Lando’s clit. As gently as he can manage, and anchoring one palm on Lando’s hip to keep the bedframe from shaking, Oscar builds to a steady pace, fucking him and yet not fucking him. He rocks his hips, cock pushing between Lando’s pussy lips with a sinful squelch. His cock pulses as he pauses to catch his breath, and Lando makes a soft moan, curls shifting on the pillow.
Oscar stays very still and watches his face, making sure he stays asleep. Nothing passes across Lando’s slack face. Satisfied that he’s under enough, Oscar carefully twines their fingers together and resumes.
He’s not actually penetrating Lando, but it feels – insanely – like he’s buried deep within him. Oscar gets off on that, too – the idea that he’s just shamelessly rutting against Lando’s sloppy cunt like a teenager trying to keep an abstinence pledge, trying to make it to marriage without just sticking it in.
He pulls out halfway to give himself better access to Lando’s hole. He tucks one tapered finger inside Lando’s body, fingerpad curling against the place where he’s spongy, where he gives a little extra beneath Oscar’s touch. Lando doesn’t notice, just continues his deep, heavy breaths. In, out. Oscar rubs inside him in tiny, maddening circles, biting his cheek to keep from moaning at the drip of wetness that’s steadily working its way down his wrist. Lando is soft and pulsing inside – heaped to the brim, taut. Filled.
Oscar presses harder against Lando’s G-spot, curling his fingers right up against Lando’s pelvic bone. Fast, short strokes – the way he’d touch himself if he had a pussy, too.
Lando makes a tiny, hurt sound, and then, without warning, he’s soaking his thighs, Oscar’s cock, the sheets. His thighs slip apart as he does it, the waistband of his panties stretching around his knees. He squirts in his sleep like something out of a porno. The sound of it is electric in the silent room. The trickle of come on the hardwood nearly makes Oscar’s eyes roll back.
Oscar wishes, madly, that he could be a thousand places at once: here, and down between his thighs with his lips sealed around his clit, getting come all over his face, and suckling at his sweet little tits, and lifting Lando’s thigh to fuck his other hole, too. To make him feel good everywhere.
Lando just hums and readjusts in the sheets, oblivious to the mess he’s just made. His eyelashes flutter a bit, but his eyes stay shut. A soft huff of breath, like Oscar’s just covered him with his favorite blanket. He looks peaceful, serene. As though he hasn’t just drenched the mattress.
“Ah—jeez—” Oscar grits out, unable to keep quiet any longer. His cock’s dripping with Lando’s come, shiny and slick like he’s just pissed inside him or something. And fuck, that image – it’s all he can do to pull out and shove his cock against the gusset of Lando’s panties before he’s coming, spunk pooling on the cotton and turning it sodden and see-through. He breathes hard against Lando’s shoulder blade, forcing himself to stay as quiet as he can.
When his orgasm has worked its way through him, he swallows dryly a few times before tucking his cock back into his sweats and then, very carefully, pulling Lando’s panties back up. His own come squishes out the sides, mingling with Lando’s soaked pubes – and Oscar’s cock jerks painfully at the sight. Lando makes a small noise, the way he does when Oscar slips him a little tongue when they’re making out.
Pushing his luck, probably, but Oscar reaches one hand around to press the hot, wet cotton against the seam of Lando’s cunt, gently massaging his come into his pussy through the fabric. Getting his come in every fold, every hidden valley of Lando’s body. Making him thoroughly, completely his.
Lando squirms happily back against Oscar’s chest – Oscar’s touch must feel good.
“That’s it,” Oscar whispers, daring to push his fabric-covered thumb up inside, shallowly fucking Lando with his own soaked panties. “Good, baby. Good, that’s it.”
His pussy’s tight around him, like it’s sucking at Oscar’s fingers, wanting more, wanting him deeper. Oscar is powerless to resist the call of his body: he fits his fingertip against the firm outline of Lando’s clit and massages it, using his own come as lube.
Lando’s whole body goes tense. His brow creases, and he whines in the back of his throat as he trembles through another orgasm – only this one, he wakes up to. He blinks his wide, wet eyes open and gazes up at Oscar even as he’s shuddering through it, his glossy lips parted in wonder. He’s confused for a fraction of a second, and then he’s moaning – a broken string of “yes” and “fuck” that make Oscar throb inside.
Lando’s eyes droop as he works through the aftershocks, and by the time he turns his face into Oscar’s chest, he’s already fast asleep. Oscar noses up the side of his neck and buries his face in his curls, holding him close. He’ll let him doze for a minute, and then when the sheets get tacky and cold, he’ll carry him to the ensuite and give him a bath by candlelight.
He presses his lips to Lando’s temple, and Lando instinctually brings his palm up to hang onto Oscar’s t-shirt – wanting to go with him.
#landoscat #this is beautiful
landoscat
#to read
Landoscar is moving me these days, can you give me some fic recs pleasee ❤️
of course!! i'm terrible at remembering to bookmark things so i apologise if i forget anyone but in general some great authors to check out who write a lot of landoscar are 1425fivefive, glasscushion, bright-and-burning, higgsbosonblues, reminiscences, chelem . also this list has a LOT of rule 63 so... i hope u like rule 63 anon dflkjgfl
girly girl f1 oscar series by @reminiscenses - Perhaps my favourite girl oscar to date. her and this lando are so NASTYYYYY i am so fucking obsessed with them
opera house series by @reminiscenses - i still need to finish this series but it is sooooo unbelievably good - also girl osc, also love of my life
one step closer and i'm real by @1425fivefive - sex worker lando and f1 driver oscar... they've captured my whole heart
sunkissed by @1425fivefive - oscar and lando meet on a backpacking trip around europe and then . gasp. they fall in love !!!! these two are sooooo meltingly tender and sweet it makes me gooey
wearing nothing but glitter and lashes by @bright-and-burning - SOOOOO horny. SO horny. i love these two FREAKS
put a price on emotion by anon - this one is ft. charles too and it's one of my favourite landoscar dynamics everrrrr explored
how sweet it tastes series by @drivestraight - another series where these two are just so unbelievably NASTY hot for each other and i cannot get enough
he may be your dog but he's wearing my collar by @glasscushion - the sheer genius of this fic. oh my god. like imagine a dog panting with its tongue out. that's me reading this fic
pardon my emotions by @wisteriagoesvroom - girl lando in this is sooooooo <33333333 fawk she is so . yeah
the girls i mean by chelem - like what if we were both girls and we were both in inappropriate age gap relationships and we both cheated on our bfs together. what if
climb up to your lips by emptyhalf - i still need to finish reading this one but it's SOOOOO delicious i am OBSESSED
smokeshow by orphan acc - oscar fucks lando who is wearing a cheerleader uniform. unbelievably good and also horny
carried away by orphan acc - fake relationship shenanigans i LOVEEE
worth the trouble (it was an honour) by @maaxverstappen - i read this fic when i had covid and i full body sobbed for like an hour after finishing it.... very bittersweet and lovely
i say you'll live without it series by @freeuselandonorris - finally some delicious fucking food. landoscar + infidelity WAH
i think that's all for now.... i hope this gives u a mix of stuff to get going with... and please do check out all the authors too there's sooo many good fics by them all but this list would be years long if i recced every fic !!!
#guessing these is getting harder and harder... #not
it takes two | game of guess who oscar's looking at
OSCAR PIASTRI and ZAC BROWN | 20/04/2025
⚠️genderbend drivers
*Some old arts I forgot to post
P2 based on reference picture（i can't found it now sorry !）
#wanna cry so bad #pocketcharlie
Charlie had so much fun today! Lots on his agenda :)
#Narcisus
2025 BAHRAIN GP : press conference, 25 minutes in... | 😴
Gax taking turns with a very needy Lando as a treat for me and @16wheelerhorse
mdni
George has him laughing so hard he can’t breathe.
It starts with a light brush of fingers under Lando’s shirt, a nudge of knuckles along ribs that makes him jolt. But George doesn’t stop there. He’s got Lando straddling his lap, caged in by strong arms and long legs, nowhere to go but closer — and George is relentless. Fingertips teasing every sensitive spot he’s already mapped out, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses wherever Lando squirms to avoid them.
“George—stop,” Lando wheezes, body shivering with overstimulation, but his hands don’t really try to push him away. They’re clinging instead, clawing at George’s shoulders as if it’ll anchor him. His face is flushed, hair a sweaty mess, and there’s this smile — huge, radiant, unguarded — that hasn’t left his lips since the second George pulled him into his lap.
“You’re so cute when you laugh,” George mutters against his throat, nipping at his skin. “I should keep you like this. Every damn day.”
Lando gasps, hips twitching when George’s teeth scrape just beneath his ear. His laughter’s collapsing into soft moans now, quiet and helpless.
He’s falling apart.
And George just holds him closer, one hand flat between his shoulder blades, the other slipping lower—thumb dragging the waistband of Lando’s pants down just enough to feel skin.
He looks across the room, meeting Max’s eyes.
He hasn’t said a word in minutes. Just sat back, legs spread, one hand resting low between his thighs as he drinks in the sight of them. His eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, and George can feel them on his skin just as much as Lando’s body.
Max doesn’t blink. He doesn’t need to. The way his pupils blow wide, the way his tongue drags slow across his bottom lip — that says enough.
“You are pretty too,” George says. “All wrecked and sweet.”
He’s hungry. Desperate. Turned on beyond reason.
And George knows what he’s doing. He’s smug with it. He rocks up once, slow and mean, dragging a moan from Lando that surprises even him. His smile softens, gaze trailing down Lando’s red cheeks, his spit-slick lips, the way his lashes flutter when George brushes his knuckles over the curve of his waist.
Lando’s breath catches. He turns his head, biting back a grin, but he can’t hide the way his hips roll forward again, desperate and uncoordinated.
George presses another kiss to Lando’s cheek, softer this time, letting his hand settle on Lando’s ass with no subtlety at all. He presses his mouth to the shell of Lando’s ear and murmurs, low and slow, “He’s watching us, you know.”
Lando’s eyes flick open. Dazed. Pupils blown.
“Max,” George continues, loud enough now. “Don’t you love how sweet he gets when he’s all tired out like this?”
Max doesn’t answer with words. He just stands.
His steps are slow like he’s savoring every second. George doesn’t let go of Lando—he just shifts him higher, so Lando’s straddling him properly now, chest to chest, thighs spread open around George’s hips. Lando clings on instinct, forehead falling against George’s collarbone.
Then Max is there, sinking onto the couch beside them, hand curling into Lando’s hair. He pulls gently until Lando’s head tips back, exposing the flushed stretch of his throat.
“He’s fucking gorgeous,” Max mutters, thumbing at Lando’s lower lip.
George grins. “Told you.”
Max leans in and kisses Lando, slow and filthy. Lando makes a sound—too soft to be a protest, too desperate to be anything but surrender. George feels the tremor run through his body, feels the way his hips twitch forward like he’s chasing after Max’s mouth.
When they break apart, Lando’s breathing fast, face tilted up, completely dazed. His shirt is bunched under his arms, exposing his stomach, George traces down from the hollow of his ribcage to his navel gently.
“You gonna let him make you cum from laughing, Lando?” Max asks, tone low, mocking and darkly affectionate.
Lando stammers, mouth opening like he wants to answer, but George hums in amusement and palms him through his pants— and Lando gasps, back arching.
“Answer him,” George says into his ear, voice gone rough. “Tell Max how good I’m making you feel.”
“I—I can’t—” Lando whispers, choking on a moan.
Max smiles, sharp and slow.
“Thought so.”
Then he’s reaching for Lando’s face — not gently. Fingers digging into his jaw, thumb dragging across spit-slick lips like he’s testing how pliant he is.
Lando doesn’t pull away. He leans into it. His lashes flutter, and he moans again, softer this time, more pleading.
“Look how pretty he is like this,” George says, eyes still on Max. “I barely have to try.”
“He’s gorgeous,” Max agrees, eyes never leaving Lando’s. “And you’re smug as fuck.”
George laughs, but it’s breathless. Even he’s a little undone now, grinding Lando slowly against his lap like he’s proving a point.
“He deserves this,” George says. “Fucking spoiled.”
Max’s hand slides down Lando’s chest, fingertips tracing every twitch of muscle beneath the thin fabric.
“You want that, schat?” Max asks, voice quieter now. “You want us both?”
Lando nods so fast it looks like he’s losing balance.
“Please,” he whispers.
Max shifts closer, his other hand brushing George’s. Their fingers tangle briefly, but they focus back on the task at hand. There’s something possessive in the way they both hold him now — not rough, yet. Like Lando belongs between them. Like he’s theirs.
George watches as Max leans in, mouth brushing Lando’s neck, right where George left that bite. He kisses over it, then bites down again, harder. Lando cries out.
“You want us to ruin you?” George asks, voice low and warm. “You want to be good for us?”
George slips a hand between them, cupping Lando through his pants. He’s hard—painfully so—and twitching under George’s palm.
Lando gasps, a bitten-off noise, hips jerking. “Fuck—George—”
Max catches his chin and holds him still. “Look at me when you say it.”
Lando’s eyes flutter open. He does as he’s told.
George moves his hand, slow and firm, and Lando whines. He’s so far gone, trembling in their hands, and the smile that started all of this is still tugging weakly at the corner of his lips.
George cups his jaw, tilts his face back toward him.
“You’re not tired yet, are you?” George asks, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t even made you beg yet.”
“I will,” Lando breathes. “I’ll do anything.”
“Good,” Max says, already undressing Lando from his shirt. “Because I’m not stopping till you forget your own name.”
George chuckles darkly, lips brushing Lando’s again.
“Not a thought in that pretty head, is there?”
Lando shakes his head — no, nothing — and they both groan, nearly in sync.
“You want both of us?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
Lando’s voice is a whisper. “I want both of you.”
Max kisses him again, deeper now, as George rocks up beneath him. Lando’s moan is swallowed between them, and he goes pliant, caught between their hands, their mouths, their weight.
George breaks the kiss this time. “Let’s take him apart properly.”
Max’s smile is all teeth.
George lifts Lando, and Max catches him—together they move him back onto the couch, where he falls, boneless and flushed and trembling. He reaches for both of them without thinking, like he needs them, like he can’t be whole without their hands on him.
And maybe he can’t.
Lando lies there, legs parted, chest rising fast. His eyes are glassy, lips bruised from too many kisses, his hair a wild halo from where George had teased his fingers through it while making him laugh. He looks ruined already, but he hasn’t even been touched properly.
George kneels on the floor beside him, hands roaming slow over his hips, unbuttons his trousers with impatient fingers. His cock is leaking, twitching against his stomach, the waistband of his boxers wet from it. He’s desperate—and it shows. There's no hiding now. Not from George, and certainly not from Max, whose hands are now drifting down the front of his chest, thumbs grazing his nipples, rolling them until Lando gasps and arches into the touch.
“God, you’re so good,” Max breathes against his neck. “You were made to be touched like this.”
George nods in agreement, mouthing at the inside of Lando’s thigh. “Every part of you begs for it.”
Lando’s fingers twitch in Max’s hair, pulling lightly, not even knowing what he’s asking for—just wanting. He’s panting now, lips parted, eyes unfocused. There’s a tremor in his stomach that George loves—the way it clenches when he brushes his knuckles just beneath the waistband again.
Then George hooks his fingers and tugs the boxers down.
His cock rests heavy against his stomach, flushed and leaking, and when George wraps a hand around it, Lando arches—helpless.
“Fuck—George—”
Max watches every twitch of Lando’s body, eyes dark. “So sensitive,” he mutters. “We should take turns. Make you come over and over until you cry.”
Lando whines, high in his throat. “Please. Please.”
George squeezes gently, thumbing over the tip, dragging more slick out. “So polite now,” he says, grinning. “Max, you seeing this? He’s finally begging.”
Max leans in and licks into Lando’s mouth, slow and filthy. “Keep begging, schatje. We’re not done.”
George presses a kiss to the base of his cock, right where it meets his pelvis, and watches the way Lando shakes. Then another, and another, until he’s mouthing up the length of him, tongue wet and slow, deliberate. Lando is keening now, pushing his hips up despite himself, held down only by Max’s hand on his ribs and the firm press of George’s grip at his thighs.
When George finally takes him into his mouth—deep, warm, and unrelenting— Lando breaks. His entire body jerks, hands flying to George’s hair, but George catches his wrists and holds them down, hears the way Lando gasps, the sound raw and open, like he’s coming apart at the seams. Max watches it all over his shoulder, watches the way Lando’s body reacts, trembling and pliant, lips bitten red.
“Fuck, Georgie,” Max mutters, voice breaking slightly with heat. “Look at him. Look what you’re doing to him.”
George hums low around Lando’s cock in response, sending vibrations through him, and Lando shatters. His head falls back against Max’s shoulder, mouth slack, eyes shut tight. He’s already close—he’s been close for ages. And Max is whispering, “You gonna be good and come for us?” and George hollowing his cheeks—
“G-George, I’m—” Lando chokes on it, hips twitching, muscles shaking like he’s trying so hard to hold back. “Can’t—oh fuck—”
George lets him go just long enough to say, “Don’t you dare come yet.”
He pulls back, licking his lips, smug and glowing. “You’ll come when we let you.”
Lando groans, eyes squeezed shut. His body is strung tight, like a bow ready to snap.
Max shifts, kisses his chest, biting just enough to leave a mark. “You like this,” he whispers, licking across a nipple. “Like being handled. Like being good for us.”
“I—I love it,” Lando breathes, head tossing side to side. “I want—fuck, I want everything—”
“You’re ready for us.”
Max grins and shifts them, guiding Lando down flat onto the couch and crawling over him like a shadow, caging him in. Lando pulls him down by the neck and kisses him hard, filthy and desperate, tasting himself on Max’s tongue. George moves behind them, watching, hands already undoing his own jeans, his knuckles brushing over the tight line of his arousal as he takes in the view.
Max breaks the kiss, eyes locked with George. “Come here.”
He doesn’t wait—he gets his pants off in seconds, grabbing Lando’s hips and dragging him closer. George helps, lifting Lando’s legs, kissing the backs of his knees, down to the curve of his ass.
“You want him first?” George asks, voice thick.
Max’s hand strokes along Lando’s thigh. “No. You take him. I’ll watch.”
George smirks. “You always love watching.”
“Tell us if you want to stop,” Max says, kissing Lando’s jaw. “You’re ours, but only if you want to be.”
It’s the last thing he gets out before Max kisses him again, Lando’s too far gone to process the words. His fingers are curled tight into the couch cushions, thighs spread, face turned to the side with his lips parted like he’s dreaming it all. And George presses in, slow and patient, working him open with lubed fingers first, then the steady wet slide of his cock, both of them taking their time—watching his face, the way his lips part, the small stuttering moan that escapes him.
“Jesus,” George mutters, hands gripping Lando’s hips. “You feel—fuck, you feel too good.”
Lando’s mouth moves, but no words come out. Just whimpers. Just wrecked, desperate sounds as George begins to move, each thrust slow and deep, designed to make Lando feel it.
“Let him feel everything,” Max murmurs, hand stroking himself slowly as he watches. “Make it last.”
George sets a rhythm, hips grinding down just right, and every time Lando gasps, Max catches his mouth with his own. He tastes like sweat and need, like the kind of pleasure that makes your body go numb.
“You’re taking him so well,” Max whispers between kisses. “So deep. So full.”
Lando nods weakly, tears at the corners of his eyes. “Y-yeah, I—feels good—feels so fucking—”
George leans down and kisses his throat. “Gonna let me fill you up, pretty boy? Gonna take it all?”
Lando moans loud, body arching. “Yes—please—yes—”
Max kisses him, deep and bruising, while George fucks into him harder now, the slap of skin loud in the room. Lando’s body rocks between them, pliant and perfect, and George is close—he knows it, can feel it clawing up his spine.
“Come for us,” Max says, hand wrapped around Lando’s cock again. “Now.”
Lando shatters. His back arches off the couch, body locking up as he spills over Max’s hand, all while George pushes deep one last time and comes with a groan against his neck, clutching him so tight it borders on painful.
For a moment, everything is still.
Then George pulls out, gentle, hands stroking Lando’s thighs like a thank-you. Max leans down and kisses him again, this time soft, reverent.
Lando’s breathing like he ran a marathon. His body is limp, his hair damp, his throat covered in love bites.
George leans against the couch, brushing Lando’s cheek. “Told you I could make him like this.”
Max smiles lazily. “You were right.”
Then he stands, cock still hard, and looks down at Lando with dark eyes.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Lando whimpers, throat wrecked. “Max…”
He’s already spent. There’s come smeared across his stomach, leaking from between his legs, and yet his body thrums under Max’s touch, like it knows what’s coming next and wants it anyway.
Max’s mouth curves into something dark. “Poor thing. You’re hard again.”
And he is. Pathetically so.
George watches from the couch, shirtless, his hair a mess, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “He lives for this. You’ve got no idea how sweet he gets when he’s cockdrunk.”
“I can see it,” Max says, hand wrapping around Lando’s length, already making him shudder. “Look at you. Still greedy.”
Lando gasps, body twitching. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” Max growls, sliding his hand down to tease over Lando’s hole, pushing George’s release back in with a filthy noise. “And you will.”
Lando moans like he’s dying. George chuckles low and leans in to brush hair from his damp forehead. “You’re gonna take Max like a good boy, yeah?”
He nods. Weakly. Brokenly.
But Max waits for more. “Say it.”
Lando’s mouth parts, breath shaky. “I’ll take you. I want it. I want you.”
That’s all Max needs. He strokes himself, slow, letting Lando watch as he lines up and presses in—slow, deep, a stretch that makes Lando’s entire body bow off the bed.
George hisses, watching every inch disappear inside him. “Fuck. Look how full he is.”
Max groans, his hips grinding down once he’s buried to the hilt. “So fucking tight,” he mutters, voice nearly trembling. “Even after George.”
Lando sobs. Not from pain—he loves it. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Max fucks deep, purposeful, dragging pleasure from the very bones of him. He doesn’t move fast—he savors it. Every thrust feels deliberate, dragging against that spot that makes Lando see stars.
“Yes—” Lando cries, fists tightening in the sheets. “Oh god—Max, please—”
“Taking me so good,” Max pants, sweat dripping down his neck. “Made for this. You love being ours.”
George kisses his temple. “So pretty when he cries. Look at you—so desperate, so sweet.”
Lando can’t stop shaking. Max’s hand curls under his knee, pushing it up to go deeper, and Lando screams—a sound pure and wrecked. His cock’s untouched, leaking all over his stomach again, and still Max fucks into him like it’s the first time.
“You feel it?” Max hisses. “My cock. Right here.” He presses a hand to Lando’s belly. “I’m so fucking deep, baby.”
Lando’s nails dig into his arms. “Can’t—can’t think—fuck—”
“You don’t have to think,” George whispers, hand drifting down to stroke him slowly. “Just feel. Just take it.”
It’s too much. And it’s perfect.
Max fucks harder now, hips slamming forward, each movement forcing broken moans from Lando’s throat. The sound of skin on skin is obscene—wet, messy, raw. George strokes Lando in time with Max’s thrusts, and it’s devastating, how close he is again.
“Come,” Max says, voice rough. “Come for us. Show us who you belong to.”
Lando sobs, his body locking up—and then he’s coming, violently, helplessly, coating his stomach again, mouth open in a silent scream. He doesn’t even feel the wetness on his face until George kisses it away, licking the tears right off his cheeks.
Max follows seconds later, moaning deep in his chest as he spills inside Lando, hips stuttering before he collapses against him, panting, feral with it.
The room goes quiet.
Only their breathing, the slow beat of aftershocks. Lando’s chest rises and falls, his body trembling with exhaustion. Max doesn’t pull out—he stays buried deep, possessive, one hand stroking up Lando’s side.
“You’re ours,” he murmurs, so soft it’s nearly a prayer.
George lies beside them, brushing sweat-matted hair from Lando’s brow. “Look what we do to you.”
Lando can’t speak. He just nods, wide-eyed and ruined, and George smiles.
“We’ll do it again,” he promises, low and dark. “Again and again until you forget what it felt like to be untouched.”
And the worst part—the best part—is Lando wants it.
Craves it.
Already.
i want an abo au with alpha oscar and beta carlos with carlos Not Understanding why oscar goes fucking crazy around him because he smells so tempting and like oscar is so in love with him he has been following carlos' career since like ever. oscar always goes away when carlos enters a room so hes like "oh...maybe he hates me or something idk," while oscars in the next room clawing at the floor bc carlos smells So Good. and carlos really believes that oscar doesnt like him while oscars like barely holding himself together from this massive crush and boner
and and like oscar goes into heat but carlos being a beta doesnt notice the smells so hes barging in oscars room and be like "we gotta Fix this... we cant be hating eachother... tell me why you hate me" and oscars like sweaty af trying to hold himself back hes like "can we do this some other time.... im in a middle of something here..." and carlos goes " no!!!!! we gotta fix this we have to have a harmonious relationship i hangout with lando All the Time he would be sad if his two friend hate eachother!!! why do you dislike me? tell me and i will fix it.... btw why r u so sweaty did u just finish a workout. " but then the dots connect in carlos's stupid head and hes like " OH.... im so sorry" and he runs away
or like, oblivious carlos in general like they go to a fancy restaurant and carlos goes like ".. oh, are you interested in Me?" and oscars like "... dude ive been courting U for MONTHS...." and carlos is like " oh... do anybody knows... " and oscars like "....everybody knows except U"
OR OR OR like carlos while being so fucking oblivious, in the inside he knows hes interested with oscar. so while he sees oscar hanging out with an omega he gets jealous but hes a bit insecure since hes a beta so hes like "ah... maybe oscar likes omega and not betas" and goes to sulk while lando is facepalming and like "..... can YALL COMMUNICATE"
sorry for the brainrot ive been thinking about this for so Long that it just pours out of me ok goodbye
#Those Feratu #hits hard everytime
here's what i've discovered:
(original placed demurely under a cut)
He would have said, ‘I had to suck really hard, but I couldn’t suck hard enough’ if he wasn’t a coward.
hysterical literature gewis pt.2 🌸💦
just dirty, dirty, dirty! and more georgussy yay
read part 1 here!
Lewis is losing his goddamned mind. Insane, truly fucking insane are the only words he can use to describe the debauchery happening in front of him. Debauchery that he is an active participant to.
He tried his best to stay away, to appreciate from afar, had his camera and computer screen act as a barrier from the delicious moans and from the beautiful, pink folds he was blessed to see blossom.
But George Russell, rising model superstar, a muse to many artists including himself, and his ruin, is a very, very stubborn man under those long, soft eyelashes and delicate face.
Relentless, determined, and tireless man who had one goal which was to catch Lewis' eyes again. As if Lewis ever stopped, as if Lewis had suddenly forgotten how George's face looked like when he's at the peak of his pleasure, as if George ever stopped haunting Lewis' dreams after filming his project.
Lewis Hamilton is just a man after all and so he finally gave in.
Looking down, Lewis takes in another shaky breath as he pushes his cock against George's pale blue seamless panties, their combined wetness and lube darkening the cloth.
He tightens his grip on George's waist as George gasps, hips relentless as the wet fabric hugs around a visible camel toe, Lewis' cock head perfectly slotting in between.
George whimpers, "Lewis, please—fucking god—please, please," Lewis listens and grinds down harder, "so so good, fuck."
"Yeah, angel?" Lewis pants, making sure his thrusts meet George's halfway. "D'you love that? Love how it feels to rub against each other, hm?" George moans weakly, glassy blue eyes alternating its gaze from Lewis' face to their grinding below.
Lewis continues as he guides George's legs around his waist, leaning to speak directly in George's ear. "Love how your pussy forms a space for only me, huh, ain't that right, Georgie?" George could only reply in more moans and more slick sticking to the messy panties.
Lewis leaves little kisses on George's ear and neck, lifting his head enough to watch George once again as their frotting becomes desperate.
"Lewis, just—ah, right there—just please fucking put it in," George cries out, the empty feeling in his cunt starting to ache.
"Yeah? But it was enough for you to just cum against a vibrator," Lewis chuckles as George's body trembles as it remembers their past.
"You're such," thrust, "a fucking," thrust, "tease," George bites out through his teeth.
Lewis only gives George a bright smile and a breathtaking kiss then Lewis shifts back.
He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing its head on George's folds for a few more seconds before he takes his free unoccupied fingers and lifts the edge of the panties.
"Lewis," George chokes as Lewis slips his cock underneath the wet panties and thrusts. The tip catches right under George's hood then slips back down his folds, again and again.
Lewis lets go of his cock and the edge of the panties, fingers finding George's clit immediately to play with.
"Ah, ah, mmm, fuck, Lewis, please," George's begging rings around the hotel room, his back arching and legs shaking as Lewis keeps his pace.
"It's inside now, Georgie, inside your panties. That enough now, sweetheart?" Lewis watches and memorizes how George squirms underneath him, because of him.
Lewis' hips lower, cock head catching George's entrance until Lewis thrusts up again. "How about that, sweetheart? It should be enough for you."
George tries to gather his thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming his senses in the best possible way. The only other time he's felt this way was also with Lewis, with bright lights and a camera focused on him. But this, this is closer, more personal, more intimate. More, more, more.
George's lips part, "Never, not with you," he pauses and stares right at Lewis' beautiful eyes, "Always need more with you, Lewis."
The words causes blood to rush everywhere in Lewis' body, leaving him breathless. His hips unconsciously pushes deeper, placing his cock right in between George's warmth.
Lewis and George watches each other for a moment then Lewis wraps an arm around George's back and places a loving hand on George's cheek, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.
"George," Lewis chuckles lowly as he meets George's eyes. "Fucking hell. Only you would say this type of shit while having hot, messy sex."
Lewis only receives a tilt of George's head, silently asking if he should take it as a compliment or an insult.
Lewis slowly starts frotting against George's cunt again. "It's part of your charm, angel," Lewis captures George's lips in a slow kiss then whispers against his lips, "I like you too, George."
George's cheek turns pink, a slightly different tone to his slick folds, but it is as pretty. George giggles, "Now, will you finally fuck me?"
Lewis' fond smile turns cheeky, "I am fucking you, can't you feel?" Their hips return to its frantic, desperate pace.
"One day, George," Lewis breathes out, "One day, I'll put my cock in you. Fill that space made for me, but now I want you to just cum like this." George shivers in return, fingers on Lewis' back pressing hard.
"Yeah, can you do that for me? Cum against pressure on your cunt, just like the first time?" Lewis' thrusts quickens as George writhes, both hips uncontrollable as they take and take pleasure from each other.
After a few quick thrusts, George moans loudly, body shaking and toes curling just as he did before, riding the waves of pleasure overcoming his veins and more wet dripping out of him
Lewis takes the view in, pulling his cock out under the fabric and paints George's ruined panties white.
God, if only Lewis can keep this moment permanent. George with his flushed cheeks, red kissed lips, soft glowy skin, and a messy, wet, ruined, only-for-Lewis pussy.
Lewis' mind abruptly reminds him of the digital camera inside his luggage, and Lewis smirks.
#don't know what this #just tumblr being tumblr #and it's beautiful
reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
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We’ll find you Amanda.
Hallo new portrait. I neeed to draw bodies. Craving it heavy
I made a paper doll of Oscar for his birthday!!! Feel free to try it out🥳🥳🥳
🔗: https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/EzlhObSwyZbefXRo
oscar leaning forward in interviews thanks for coming to my ted talk
I made a paper doll of Oscar for his birthday!!! Feel free to try it out🥳🥳🥳
🔗: https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/EzlhObSwyZbefXRo
#hundred percent accurate
Do not separate them. Ever. The world will blow up.
Lando Review 146/? • June 2023 • MLB in London
A commission of Chestappen I requested🥰
"i don’t think there’s a team or drivers that have more home grand prix [than you]"