#choscar

You shrugged as you took your shoes off to be comfortable on the plane. This was a boys trip in general. Lando was sitting right behind you tapping around on his phone, Oscar looked at you with a neutral face in front of you, the other two across the aisle from you. You'd pick up some extras on the fuel stop in Abu Dhabi, but for the first eight hours of this flight you were surrounded by a lot of dumbass boy energy and you were mentally preparing for the stupid jokes.

Everyone's phones went off except for yours. You leaned onto the table in front of you bored. If you'd stay up the fun shit would have to be held back for later. There were some smirks directed at phones and lots of typing.

You were softly grabbed and manhandled by Lando who sat himself down in your spot and put you back down on his lap. You blinked at the sudden change, "You're a little too comfortable with me." He pushed your face against his nose, "Maybe you're just comfortable." You rolled your eyes scoffing. One of his hands softly landed on your thigh, the other went to cover up his face as he whispered to you, "I think everyone here would like to give you a hand with staying awake or falling asleep real fast."

You felt your heart drop and looked around. The Spaniard and his best friend were watching you both with a smile that seemed neutral enough to be played off as finding the situation funny. The Aussies eyes were focused in on you with the slightest hint of a blush. You turned and whispered back at Lando, "Don't fucking make it weird." His hand wandered to the inside of your thigh, "God forbid we wanna take care of you." You gave him a pointed look, "Nothing taking care of me about risking me my job." "Oh, so you're not opposed to it, it's just that part?" His eyes were mustering you again with a playful glint. You blinked at him and the audacity, "Dude. Know your place, for real." He gripped into your thigh, "You mean between your legs?" Your mouth fell open, mustering him, he grinned wider, "I expected a slap for that but here we are." You swallowed and he murmured in a low voice, "We don't have to, but we'd like to." You hissed back, "I'm not your object." He gave you soft eyes, "Of course not. We can be nice about it, hm?"

Charles commented, not knowing what the conversation unfolding was about, "You telling her how much we appreciate her?" Lan grinned, "Something like that. See? They also all just really want to see you do well." You frowned overwhelmed, Charles' face softening, "Don't be shy for us."  "We've all been talking about this for ages. You're always so great to us. Let us help you." Carlos added, deer-eyed look at you. Your face went over to Oscar. He looked intent on not overstepping, "It's your choice, you know? I also wouldn't be keen to say yes if I was you." Lan replied, "We just really all...want you." You tensed up, "You're all making me really uncomfortable." The Brit looked at you, "Look. You can say no. Your career won't go anywhere. I don't think you understand how badly we all...this has been a bit of a polycule type conversation. We wanna have you for ourselves. Not just because we're all being particularly horny today or something. Promise we'll treat you right." You nervously bit around on your bottom lip, "I don't know. Four people is a lot. I–" – "No no, love, I get it. We...can start in other ways, hm?"  You fidgeted around with your hands, "I don't know if I trust you all."

He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, showing you parts of their conversation in a group chat named *Y/N Protection Squad*

Carlos » She's so gorgeous today 🙏🏻 Char » Did you guys know she has a certification in negotiating?  Osc » Yeah, she also has one in marketing. Lan « I think my brain just stopped working. Was anyone gonna tell me she's wearing a sundress? 🥴

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Lan « She looks so tired 🥺 Osc » Four 12h days will do that to her Lan « That's it I'm buying her snacks Char » She seems to like those strawberry mini-cakes Lan » Snack Rescue is in action  Lan » The way she looked at me when I gave her the snacks 🥹 I think I'm going insane boys

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Osc » If Rob keeps touching her while they talk I might go insane... Carlos » I noticed it too. He's being such a creep 🗣️ Lan « I can't speak on it, that's how I act lmao Char » Yeah, but you take the hint when she steps away Osc » That's it, I'm rescuing her out of that conversation.

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Lan « Not to sexualize but I'll sexualize...that woman deserves to have a train ran on her (consensually). Holy fuck. Look at that woman today!!! Osc » 👀 slow down there mate Lan « You disagreeing? Osc » She just doesn't seem the type...Hell, I'm not the type. YOU and Carlos are the type. Carlos » 🤝 Char » I also don't like being watched but like...with her it's different. Osc » With her a lot of things are different 🥴 Lan « Good, so we all agree this woman deserves to be wrecked 🤤

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Char » She said she likes red jumpers 🗣️ Carlos » She just like cozy clothes in general Char » idc I'm taking this personal  Osc » And yet my merch is the only she's ever worn Lan « When!? Osc » Last year Melbourne 🥰 (sent an image) Lan « I keep forgetting you're the OG Y/N lover in this group Osc » She also likes a certain type of Cookies & Cream ice cream I've never found anywhere (sent an image) Carlos » On it

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Char » 8h on a plane alone with her boys... Lan « I shouldn't be this excited Carlos » Might be our ideal chance Osc » Don't scare her off when she can't leave 🤨 Lan « I think just being honest might pay off...and we're all tested soooooo

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Carlos » Mission fuck Y/N on a plane? Char » I mean I'm not opposed  Lan « Let me try something  Osc » oh boy, this'll be something. you could've just gotten us to first base instead. nvm he already got up 

You looked up at Lando already looking at you, "We have a shared Google Note about things you like. And believe me I listened when you mentioned what Tiffany's rings you've looked at for your vision board. You're always so stressed and we just...wanna do something about it, especially now what you need it."

You huffed air out, "I mean I'd say yes to a date, but..." Osc commented with he grin, "What if we beg? You like begging, right? You mentioned you're a bit of a sadistic woman." You feigned shock at him, "Okay, rude, but yeah." He shrugged, "Say yes to us then. Please?" You sighed, still overwhelmed, "If you pay off my student loans...sure." "How much?" Charles had his phone ready to take a note, now you laughed, "18k" "Oh, so your sex can be bought?" Carlos playfully joked. "No, but if four powerful men want me and are about to risk my job I'd like to not worry about a future job. You're not making me financially dependent boys." Lan grinned at you, "There's the feistiness back."

He grabbed you to sit you down facing his way on the table, "Boys, I think dinner's ready." Your shocked response was subdued by kisses being pressed onto your knee, your neck, your shoulder and your lips. "Let's tire you out, baby." Char whispered against your lips and you pressed your legs together before they were pried back to their original position by Lan's hands. "Let's take off your clothes, don't need them to get dirty, hm?" Lan murmured, reaching for the waistband of your pants. You grabbed his hand mid-motion, "No, you all first. I'm not your object." You saw two shrugs in front of you and heard kerfuffle around you. The lips on your neck let up, "You okay?" You nodded at the softness of the Aussie.

Before you could even take in the view of all the well-trained bodies around you, you were manhandled to stand up, lips all on you. "C'mon princess, we wanna see you." – "Ours." – "Gonna be so fucked out by the end of this." – "Promise you won't regret it."

Two hands were dragging down your pants, two grabbed your boobs, one was gently placed over your throat and one dove into your panties. "Let me fix that." A thick accent mumbled before you felt the hand circle your clit making you do a double inhale against Charles' mouth as he was kissing you. "That's right, relax." He cooed as his friend worked on melting your brain. Four hands worked together to take off your hoodie and bra. "God, look at those. So fucking pretty." Carlos grabbed your jaw with his free hand, making you look at him, "Let us use you, yeah?"

You nodded, already out of it. Your panties were yanked off of you and you were placed back onto the table, into something warm and wet, "Hmm, you'll have that all over you when we're done with you." Lan hummed. You felt how your body was held as you felt a soft pressure between your legs, "So tight, fuck." "She's gonna be all used by the end of this." Char whispered. You whined as you felt soft thrusts into your core, "Don't be quiet, hm?" "Gosh, look how bad she wants it." A hand went to rub you as Carlos pushed himself into you more and more targeted. "Fucking hell, you're taking him deeper than I expected." Lan commented turned on. "So gorgeous for us." Osc's voice added. You started being pounded into, making you whine louder, "C'mon baby, you can take him." "Yes, she can. Fuck, look at her." With a groan the Spaniard left your body and you felt him decorate your tummy.

"Aw, c'mon man, didn't even make her finish." – "Right?" You felt pressure building between your legs again, barely peeking your eyes open between kisses and touches to spot the quiet Aussie with a focused frown on his face.  "Should I keep touching her?" Lan inquired and you whined. He chuckled, "Alright, love, I'll take that as a yes." A leg was grabbed and pushed further away from you as you felt a comfortable rhythm push into you, "C'mon, show us what you like." You moaned as the youngest in the room grabbed your hips and pushed into you deeply, "Talk to us, baby." "Keep doing that." You responded barely audible. "God damn, look at how you're making her squirm." "Faster, please." You whined and were immediately heard. More moans spilling out of you. "Oh, this boy is killing himself to make you finish first." Lan commented amused. "Please please please." You kept mumbling. "Hm?" A strained voice responded. "You want something from him, princess?" You whined out, "Inside." "What inside, princess?" "Finish. Finish inside, please." A collective mumbling of "fuck" and "that's hot" was audible. You felt him melt into you with a groan and squeezed around him uncontrollably in return, "Just like that, baby. Just like that." 

You felt him leave you and someone else immediately enter, "Let her recover." – "You do know what free use is, right?" A french voice chuckled before you felt the man it belonged to thrusting into you. "Look at you, all tired already." Carlos chuckled. "Fuck, you're all so big." You whined and where pacified with another kiss. "Gonna use you so good." You heard from the man inside of you before he started pounding into you, making you whine again. "You sound so pretty, baby." You couldn't finish again yet, instead you felt the urge to squirm in their grasps. "So pretty, fuck." You felt him leave you and finish all over your core.

"You made her look so pretty for me." Lan's grin was audible in his voice. He was drawing circles in your skin as he pushed himself into you, "Fuck." – "I know baby. That's why I'm not the first. Wanna see how much of me you can take." You whimpered, "Everything." He chuckled, "I know you want to, love." He pushed deeper, a frown forming on your face, "Too much?" You shook your head. He reached full depth and you sighed, "Permission to absolutely wreck you?" You sighed, "Mhm." He grasped into you in a way that would leave bruises as he pushed into you in a way that hit your cervix. You whined out. "Relax, baby." You felt soft kisses on your face left and right and a hand on your clit as you were stretched out with each push. "So big." You moaned and heard in the sound how much your body was shaken with the movement. "And you're taking it so well, baby."  You wrung your body in their grasp, "And you said you didn't want this." Someone remarked with a chuckle. You sharply inhaled as your body forced itself to squeeze around Lan who buried himself deep inside of you as he let himself finish.

You were still overwhelmed, eyes closed, felt hands softly caressing you, soft kisses, a wet soft towel, two fingers softly pushing into you, the sound of someone licking their fingers, then a "Want more?" You let out an exhausted huff and felt yourself being dressed again. Then you were softly grabbed into someone's lap. "Promise next time it won't be all of us. But you're ours now. No takebacks." You heard a soft British voice. "Want me to wake you or d'you wanna sleep through?" You showed one finger for option one and felt a kiss being put into your hair, "Is two hours, alright?" You nodded, "See you in two hours, angel. Rest those pretty eyes."

──── MARKING

lando and oscar absolutely ADORE seeing their marks on you and on each other. they're unbelievably possessive, but not in a controlling way -- they're very confident in your relationship. the possessiveness, rather, manifests in them leaving hickeys and love bites all over your neck, your collarbones -- your inner thighs (those are a treat just for them).

the marks that you and oscar leave on lando are usually around his chest; spots of purple can normally be found around his nipples. you and lando, however -- you leave them all over oscar's thighs. they're just begging for some attention.

they could cum just staring at the marks your nails leave behind on their backs. lando loves fucking you in missionary, just so you can leave indents over his shoulders, while oscar prefers to fuck you from behind, so he can leave marks over your neck while he presses your head into the mattress.

──── SNOWBALLING

the three of you love to do it in so many ways, when you and oscar are giving lando head -- making out with his tip resting between your lips, or simply taking turns taking him as far down your throats as possible. whichever way, you both end up swapping his cum between your lips; making lando twitch and whimper where he's watching over you, captivated by the sight of his cum being spread between your tongues, your lips. doing it while staring at him? well, he can't say he's ever gotten so hard again right after cumming in his life.

you and lando, in turn, like to do it when you take turns riding oscar. it's beyond filthy; when oscar ends up cumming in you, lando's there to pull you up and off of him by your hips, before he's forcing you to lay over oscar while he eats you out relentlessly. you'll be whimpering, hands clawing at oscar's chest, while lando devours both your pussy and oscar's cum. once he's gotten you off, he'll grab your chin, make you open your mouth, and spit oscar's cum right onto your tongue -- all the while oscar's watching from below.

lando and oscar? if it's a free night, where the three of you aren't dead-tired, they'll take turns fucking you. you'll just lie there and take it, not knowing how many times you've cum already, until lando and then oscar cum deep inside you. you think the night's over, and it's time for aftercare -- but, no. no, oscar dips down, tongue teasing at your folds, before he's grabbing lando's face and pulling him into a messy, cum-filled kiss. if you could go again, you would.

LESTAPPEN

──── HAIR PULLING

fuck, do max and charles love some subtle domination. they're both endlessly arrogant -- sometimes tasteful with it, sometimes not -- but nowhere are they as assertive with it as in the bedroom. the trust between the three of you enables a safe, comfortable, but powerful environment. you have your safe words, your physical cues. it's a perfect dynamic, between the three of you. this can be seen most overtly through the use of hair pulling.

whatever you're doing -- whether you're simply laying there, or if you're giving head, or if you're riding -- max and charles will both fist at the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of your hair, and force you to pay attention. most of the time, if you're distracted, they won't call your name. no, they'd much rather make their point very explicit. it turns you on endlessly, the way that they practically man handle you to get your attention. it's presumptuous in the best way.

it's not simply on their end, though. equally, if charles' head is buried between your thighs, you'll fist at his brunette curls and force him to go faster, deeper, harder -- practically directing him to focus on the areas where you're most sensitive. he fucking salivates at the feeling. max, too, loves it. if he's fucking you from behind, and you reach behind your shoulder to fist at his hair and shove his face into your neck, his thrusts will stutter. it just does it for him. on each other? it's mostly during blowjobs -- whoever's on their knees, be it charles or max, is getting their hair pulled.

──── EDGING

you think they're that stubborn, and don't enjoy edging? they are absolutely ruthless with it -- on each other, on you, on themselves. they have the determination to go on for a couple of hours at a time. all the things that come with it -- begging, crying, humiliation -- are just the cherries on top.

max, oftentimes, will be the one leaning against the bedhead -- arms wrapped tight around your torso where you're laying against his chest. he keeps you immobile while charles is sat between your legs -- be it with a vibrator, his fingers, or while he's fucking you -- keeping you right on the edge and disallowing release. you'll be a quivering, sobbing, desperate mess, begging for max and charles to just let you cum already, but max will just bark a sharp laugh, while charles will mockingly tut in faux-sympathy. it's as painful as it is exhilarating, and when the three of you know your limits, the eventual release is worth it.

charles, when he's had a difficult weekend, or when he's simply in the mood, will take a seat by the bed and direct both you and max. he'll tell max when to thrust, when to pull your hair, when to give you a kiss. most importantly, though, he'll tell max when to stop. he'll direct when he gets to cum -- when he gets to let you cum -- until you're both entirely focused on him, and not each other. you'll both be giving your best puppy eyes to charles, begging and whining for him to finally let you both cum; all the while, he'll be a smirking, smug asshole. it's perfect, everytime.

BEARNELLI

──── SLEEPY SEX/SOMNOPHILIA

late mornings with the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains are some of your favourites. when it's the off season, you'll find yourself buried between kimi and ollie's warm, muscled bodies. kimi's face will be drooling and pressed against the nape of your neck, while your cheek will be smooshed against ollie's chest, arm swung around his waist.

sometimes, you'll be slowly awoken -- in aching, gentle increments -- to either one of your boys grinding against you; your arse, your hip, wherever your soft, sleep-heated skin is on display and in reach. your favourite moments to wake to are when they're not awake. when their halting, desperate hip jerks and thrusts are a simple manifestation of whatever dreams are running through their minds. when their faces scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and confusion when your hand wraps around their length, and they wake up cumming into your fist, a soft flush coating their skin.

your absolute favourite is when you wake up of your own volition, to them softly making out in the golden sunlight; frotting against each other with kimi on top of ollie, spit-slicked lips sliding against each other's. they'll be making needy, quiet whines, whispering that they can't wake you up, or that they have to be quiet. all the while, you'll have just awoken, still sleepy but so very in love, and ready to find your own pleasure in their morning horniness.

──── BLINDFOLDS

the first time that you suggest bringing blindfolds into the bedroom, kimi and ollie are nervous. they insist that they love being able to look at you, at each other, during sex -- that there's no need to spice up your sex life when it's already perfect. you're understanding, of course you are, so you say that you won't pressure them to, but that you'd like for them to do some research before completely shutting it down. after a couple weeks of radio silence on the topic, it slips your mind.

so, when kimi's dexterous fingers wrap a thick, black fabric around your eyes while you're sitting on the couch next to ollie, ready to start a movie, to say that you're surprised is an understatement. your surprise doesn't do anything to quell the pure anticipation and excitement that floods through you, though. ollie's large hands wrap around your wrists, and then they're murmuring softly as they guide you to your bedroom. your skin feels alight with goosebumps, your lips slightly parted as you place, quite literally, blind trust in your partners.

the sex that follows is nothing short of breath-taking. their touch, their moans, the feeling of their lips on yours, their tongues against your clit -- it's all entirely captivating. it feels infinitely more sensitive with the blindfold, renders you helpless to their whims and movements. without being able to guess where there'll go next, each choice that they make feels catastrophic. you cum louder than you ever have before; fingers clawing against the sheets and mouth agape as you completely submit to their desires.

CHOSCAR

──── PRAISE KINK

oscar and charles are nothing if not gentlemen. between charles' raw charisma and his pure enthusiasm for life itself, and oscar's more soft-handed introversion and subtle clinginess, being their partner means nothing less than constant adoration and praise. this, of course, translates to your sex life.

even if you're having a quickie with oscar -- your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed solidly against his driver's room wall -- he'll be showering your neck, shoulder, and face with kisses. you'll both be panting, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he'll be chanting compliments against your skin; breathy whimpers outlining just how good you are, how pretty, how he can't believe that he has the best partners in the world. you'll be cumming on his cock, walls squeezing around him, and he'll be promising that he'll give you everything in the world as he cums.

charles is slow, intimate, and soul-destroying when he fucks you. he'll have your face pressed into the pillow, his thumbs resting in the indents at your lower back, all while pressing long, gentle kisses to each knob of your spine. between each kiss, each thrust, he'll be listing something that he loves about you. he'll say how he loves the way you look at him in the morning as he pounds you, then how you sound like heaven. if oscar comes home from an obligation early, looking shy as he creaks the bedroom door open, charles will simply wave him over, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before demanding that he hold you against his chest and treat you well while charles finishes what he started.