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His hands are completely covering her waist. Her ass. Her throat. Her chest.

She needs both hands to wrap around his cock + everything looks bigger in her palms already.

She gags trying to take the head. He pushes deeper anyway.

Holding both her wrists in one hand is a love language.

He can lift her with one arm.

His fingers are enough to stretch her open before he even fucks her.

She sobs when he bottoms out.

Every thrust pushes her farther up the bed from the force.

His cock bulges in her stomach, while he presses one palm to her belly, feeling himself inside her.

Sometimes she tears up for being too full, but he’s praising her for taking it.

“You’re fucking tiny,” he likes to remind her, while stuffing her full, “But look at you taking every inch. You’re stretched to the limit, aren’t you?”

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗠𝗔𝗫

He comes home with his heart still racing from the last set. You crawl onto him the moment he falls on the bed, straddling him immediately. The clothes are still clinging to his skin, he’s warm and still buzzing with adrenaline, his scent blending with heat and sweat; you can almost taste the salt of it, and feel the hum of leftover energy radiating from him like static.

He laughs when you push him back, a chuckle that vibrates straight through you, adding to the way his hands find your waist instinctively, making your chest rise more rapidly. Not to pull or initiate, just to wait. To give you a type of dominance that you don’t get to experience often.

With a lazy smile, his eyes are daring you to take what you want, invoking the excuse that he’s too tired. In reality, he’s so utterly drunk on you and the rush that never quite leaves his system that he’s more than willing to give you the upper hand this time.

He lets you ride him, keeping that godlike smirk on his face, cock twitching under your weight, teasing you by slowing your hips just to earn some sweet sounds from you. And maybe even beg, despite the fact that you’re on top.

He loves it when you take control like that, but Max isn’t the type to wait forever. So he gets possessive mid-session, flips you over for a deeper angle in order to make you gasp, and lets a few Dutch cuss words slipping through his lips because of how you feel around him.

At the same time, he’s updating his mental list with a new workout schedule, crossing cardio off.

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥

Oscar’s presence fills the room before he even says a word. Once he gets close enough, his scent cuts through the air, reminding you of all the reasons why you go feral every time he comes home after a workout session: his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, and his shirt clinging in places you can’t stop staring at.

His abs, more specifically. And around his biceps. And pecs. And.

There is something darkly masculine about this side of him and, even though he’s managed to find various ways to leave you breathless over time, this image will always be your favorite.

He’s playful and giddy as you jump in his arms, wrapping around him like a koala bear. It’s the moment his back hits the bed that the atmosphere charges in intensity.

With you on top, he lazily spreads your legs and guides your movements exactly where you both need it, occasionally running a hand down your spine, gripping your thighs, or stroking your hair.

He likes it slow in the beginning, loving the way you tease him, loving how your sounds blend together, making him harder and more eager to let you control every inch of him, and loving how the heat radiating off him visibly turns you on.

The adrenaline finds its way back ten times more intense, accompanied by impatience.

Suddenly, he’s thrusting up into you, watching you unravel in his orbit. He’s now flustered, still lost for words but begging with his eyes and silent grunts for you to ride him harder.

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢

Everything needs to be fun for Lando, otherwise he’s simply not gonna do it. He pulls you in with the towel that was just hanging around his neck, his plans to jump in the shower forgotten the moment he saw you waiting for him.

You hop on him instantly, and he gives you a crooked grin in return, already hard and twitching. In no time, hands are flying everywhere on your body, stopping only to push your hips down, or pull you flush against him.

The skin on skin feeling makes both of you impatient to experience more, no matter how messy or breathless or loud you get.

There is something so unbelievably obscene about how good he looks when the sweat clings to his skin and when his curls get wilder from the heat. Every flex of muscle makes a vein jump beneath the surface, catching on his forearms and neck, sending sparkless down your spine. It’s ridiculous how something as simple as breath and motion can undo you, and the moment he stops you from bouncing on him only to make you whine, you can swear you understand exactly how it feels like to suddenly go from 100 to 0 in an instant.

He goes faster then, to test how much you can take before you give up and start begging him to take full control. To flip you over and thrust into you relentlessly, until every thought you’ll ever have again will include him and this moment.

𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗦

✦ Lando is the golden retriever. He is all heart, passionate, expressive and very loud. He craves attention and constant validation. Very touchy with every opportunity he gets: back hugs when any of you is cooking, laying in your lap, kisses that don’t ask for permission.

✦ Oscar is controlled chaos. He can be very needy as well, but usually he is quiet, observant and, most importantly, possessive as hell under the surface. He doesn’t take up space like Lando does, but when he wants you, you feel it. A hand on your jaw, your waist, around your throat; “You’re mine too, remember that.”

✦ Since they’re pretty different, your job is to keep the balance. Be the anchor for Lando when he spins out, and pull Oscar out of his shell. However, you’re the one they have to work for.

𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗩𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗕

✦ Might come across as a surprise (for some), but Oscar is more dominant. He isn’t loud like Lando, and never raises his voice. He just looks at you like he knows what you need before you ask. He loves edging, teasing, and is more than capable to keep both Lando and you under his command.

✦ Lando is switchy, mostly submissive with a streak of brat energy. Loves being told what to do, because he loves being praised for doing it well. Catch him on a good day, and he’ll pin you to the bed and make both of you lose your minds. He’s more of a playful soft!dom when he tries, yet still needy, still very mouthy, and capable of taking over when he feels like it.

𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗗

✦ Lando loves having control even when he’s not in his dom state. Oscar lets him have it, mostly because he loves watching you two. When you’re on Lando’s lap, Oscar is right there, stroking himself, yapping about how “You look so good like that.” More times than not, he just lies back and lets Lando use you, mouth open, hips twitching, desperate for his turn.

✦ The threesomes are very emotionally charged. They’re all about intimacy, knowing every inch of you, and being connected in a way that makes you all shiver when someone accidentally touches your hand hours later.

✦ Oscar likes hearing you beg.

✦ Lando likes hearing you moan his name.

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗬?

✦ No suspense here, we all know that’s Lando. He needs to be taken care of, needs to be seen, and wants your attention, constantly. Emotionally, physically, sexually.

✦ Oscar might need it just as much, but he’s silent about it... until maybe a bad race or one off day. He won’t be loud about it, but comes to curl up against your back at night, “Can I have you tonight? Just you and me?”

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

✦ Oscar shows it through action. He remembers the tiniest details about both of you, and acts accordingly + aftercare with him is immaculate.

✦ Lando shows it through touch and words. He also likes to buy the silliest gifts, and takes random pictures when you’re not looking.

✦ Together, you won’t ever go to sleep feeling unloved. Oscar usually in your arms, while Lando is big spooning behind you, their legs tangled with yours.

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗦

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲

✦ It starts with a look. Lando sprawled next to you on the couch, Oscar sitting close enough to touch both of you if he wants to. Lando-big-mouth asks out of nowhere, “Are we gonna stop being cowards or?”

✦ Oscar is the one who leans in first and kisses you. When he pulls back, looks at Lando like your move.

✦ Suddenly, there’s nervous laughter and shaky breaths. Fingers brushing skin. Lando kisses your neck while Oscar kisses your mouth again, and it feels illegal to be this seen and wanted.

✦ They are checking in constantly. But naturally, it escalates at some point. Hands are everywhere gripping hips, tongues tracing collarbones and shoulders, Lando gasping against your skin as Oscar slides a hand between your legs.

✦ They figure out their rhythm mainly by listening to you. Oscar watches your face, and times every move. Lando’s messy and desperate to hear your sounds.

✦ After, it’s quiet until Lando (what a surprise, again) breaks the silence, “So that’s a yes to trying this properly, I assume?”

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲

✦ One of them felt ignored, the other gets defensive. You step in, trying to smooth it over, and get caught in the middle.

✦ Lando is the petty one, accusing “You always take his side!” And even though you try to explain it’s not the case, nothing can change his mind in the heat of the moment.

✦ After being quiet and just observing, Oscar throws in a “Maybe three people’s too many”, which hurts both you and Lando.

✦ He didn’t mean it like that, but the silence after is awful. You look at Lando, realizing he’s already halfway to the door, mumbling “Fuck this.”

✦ Sitting with Oscar in cold tension and regret afterwards. Getting mad at Lando for not answering his phone, and none of you knows where he went.

✦ He comes back hours later, tired, guilt eating him alive. “I don’t want to lose either of you. I just don’t know how to be in this sometimes. But I really fucking want it.”

✦ This is the time when he needs the most attention, so you pull both of them into bed. Just holding each other, whispering apologies.

✦ The next morning, Lando gets food for everyone and kisses Oscar’s shoulder when he passes. Oscar slides his pinky over yours across the table.

𝗜𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱

✦ Lando’s very versatile, cocky, and driven by validation. He gets off on your reactions, praise, begging, and moans.

✦ Mouthy; he talks you through it a lot, whether it’s praise, filth, and especially teasing. As expected, he doesn’t stop at words. He kisses like he needs it to breathe, and he eats like he means it. Because your pleasure is something he devours, literally and verbally.

✦ A pleaser, sure, but also a menace. He’ll edge you on purpose, pulling away right as you’re about to finish. If he lets you gather your senses, it’s because he wants to do it all over again.

✦ Those damn hands. Everywhere. The man can’t and won’t stay still. He’s like a hyperactive kid on a sugar rush (must be the Kinder), and needs to touch, grip, and hold like it’s second nature.

✦ Eye contact ends him in the best way possible, but he’s even worse about your expressions. Will even pause mid-thrust just to tell you that “There it is. That’s the one.”

✦ He likes it messy. Saliva, sweat, the slick sounds of skin. Finishing on your chest or stomach is a must. If it’s your back, he’ll trace it with his finger after, because he has no shame when it comes to claiming.

𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ As mentioned, the good ol’ eye contact. The wheels inside his head never stop spinning, and if you hold it for long enough, he’ll know. Loves it especially when you look UP at him (preferably from your knees).

✦ Moaning (his name). Say it sweet, say it sobbing, but most importantly, say it repeatedly when you’re clenching around him; he will rampage. Bonus points if you’re loud.

✦ Messy kisses.

✦ Neck kisses; while he’s a pro at devouring, he’s as obsessed when you kiss or suck on his neck while riding him.

✦ Since we’re on riding, power dynamics shift. Take control and TRY TO pin him down. Drives him insane if he doesn’t see it coming.

✦ Slight bratty behavior, because he lives for the challenge.

✦ Physical contrast; being shorter/smaller awakens something inside him. His hand is double the size and loves watching how his fingers slide in and stretch you out, because he knows exactly how to use them. One hand can cover nearly all of your lower back, and his palm wraps around your throat with ease. All these make him feel more in control (and he’ll absolutely tease you about it).

✦ Wearing his clothes, but in particular you in his hoodie (and nothing else). Walk into the room like that and he’s already pulling the hoodie up from behind to see your ass jiggle. This man has no peace in his soul. Also, sundresses, tennis skirts, crop tops and anything that ride up. You wore that knowing I’d see you, yeah? 🙏🏻🧎🏼‍♀️

✦ When you’re enjoying yourself (and he’s the reason why). Drives him insane when he realizes how close you are. Like, hand over your mouth, shit, that’s it, don’t stop now insane.

✦ Any accidental touches. I love this in particular, because it’s so innocent. Until it isn’t. Hand on his thigh, brushing fingers during gaming, laying on his chest and your lips graze his neck etc. He might act cool, but he gets hard so quickly, it’s embarrassing.

✦ Playful arguing, because it gives him a reason to put you in your place.

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀

✦ Let’s pretend y’all didn’t see this coming: praise kink. Because your approval is a drug. Call him a good boy and he’ll do anything to prove you right.

✦ Size kink but both ways (ik, shocking). You straddling him and calling him too deep while he insists you can take it.

✦ Jealousy kink (he’s a bit toxic, I ain’t gonna lie). Hates when someone else flirts with you, but finds ways to use that as ammo. He’ll give you that look, then make you sit on his face like it’s a punishment. To remind you exactly whose you are.

✦ That being said, face riding. His favorite meal, actually. He’ll grab your thighs and pull you down with no hesitation, eating you out like it’s his last time.

✦ Overstimulation. You beg him to stop and he coos, Just one more, baby. I promise. Be good for me.

✦ Recording you. Do I need to elaborate?

✦ Mirror sex, because he loves to watch and loves watching you watch.

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Cowgirl & reverse cowgirl, because he’s the biggest fan of watching you take what you need from him. This comes with a warning though: he’ll let you take the lead unless you start teasing too much.

✦ Doggy when he’s feeling rough. One hand pressing your back down, the other fisting your hair or rubbing your clit.

✦ Against the wall, while keeping eye contact. This is unplanned sex, therefore his patience is nonexistent.

✦ Missionary but make it nasty. Legs over his shoulders, face buried in your neck etc.

✦ Side position. His dirty talk is extra sweet in this one, aw.

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲

(things people usually overlook)

✦ Loves when you tug his curls, especially when he’s eating you out. Grind on his face and moan his name while at it.

✦ He’s very vocal.

✦ Fan of mutual stripping.

𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲

✦ Cleans after himself, no debate.

✦ Big spoon mode, while he kisses your shoulders and whispers how good you were. Tangles you up in his limbs, one arm under your neck, one leg thrown over your thigh. Just so you know, you’re not going anywhere, and he makes sure you feel wrapped up and safe ♥︎

✦ Falls asleep so quickly.

𝗜𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱

✦ Lewis is the embodiment of sensual dominance. He doesn’t fuck just to make you come. That’s more like a ritual for him, one that he wants to watch it happen, again and again. And again.

✦ He’s not aggressive in the obvious sense, but he is intentional in his movements, and that can come across as aggressive at times. Thing with him is that he kows exactly how to build tension to the point of obsession.

✦ He has no shame, therefore will hold eye contact in order to leave you breathless. His praise is meant to melt your insides, and has stamina that feels unfair for a newly middle-aged man (he may be pushing 40, but you can push his babies oop).

✦ Treats sex like it’s sacred but man is so filthy.

𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Delicate, feminine confidence. If you know what you want but still allow space for tenderness and playfulness, he’s already undone.

✦ Somewhere in the back of his head, he knows he IS the goat. So, being worshipped even just a little does great things to him. He doesn’t need to be praised constantly, because again, he is well aware of who he is, but when you look at him like he’s the best you’ve ever had, he’ll know you’re not lying.

✦ Sensory play, because he is a sofisticated man. He’ll bring in soft fabrics, scented candles, and maybe music. Even better if you trust him with blindfolds or silk ties, since he has lots of experience and even more scenarios he wants to play out.

✦ Sense of humor. Especially if he figures you’re making jokes just to make him laugh.

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀

✦ Role-playing.

✦ Power exchange and “good girl” come as a package. It’s not just about control, though. He gets off on the emotional connection behind your surrender.

✦ Orgasm control. He will edge you until your body is shaking, then lick his lips and do it again just to hear you beg.

✦ If you look up “lewis hamilton mirror pic”, you’ll find hundreds of them, so I hope it won’t come as a surprise when I say he likes mirror sex. He wants to watch himself, he wants to watch you, he wants to see everything. Full eye contact. Slow to fast and deep strokes. A hand on your belly to feel every inch of himself inside you.

✦ Riding kink. He wants you on top because he loves seeing you take over. However, you won’t be alone in it for one second, because he still likes to have a bit of control by snapping his hips up to remind you he never really gave it away.

✦ Mutual masturbation. Watching you touch yourself while he sits back and strokes his cock. Typical Tuesday evening.

✦ Breath control + whispering, because I say so. There’s just something about his tattooed hands and how good they would look wrapped around a neck. Put me in jail and throw away the key.

✦ Aftercare kink, non-negotiable. You’ll feel him kissing every mark he left. Run his fingers over your thighs like he’s driving an expensive car. “Was that too much?” No, can you go again?

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Sweaty missionary, with eye contact, of course, and hands holding your thighs up.

✦ Face-down, ass-up, because he’s just a man. He grips your hips with intent, pounds into you with intention, but always leans over to press his lips to your skin.

✦ Reverse cowgirl with a mirror in front. I am NOT elaborating on this.

✦ Off-the-edge, one hand on your lower back, the other around your throat or in your hair. He loves the angle on this one, how tight you feel, and how much control he has when your legs shake.

✦ Car seat spread (passenger seat reclined), with bonus points if you are MUCH smaller than him. The seatbelt digging into your side, one of his rings still on your clit, window’s down for dramatic effect.

✦ Dare I say kneeling over your face, because that’s how he’s about to show you domination? Alright, I’ll see myself out...

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲

✦ Private Polaroids of you post-orgasm. Hey, he’s away a lot.

✦ 🗣🗣🗣 He’ll eat it even after he’s come inside you. Yup. YUP. Face between your thighs, “You’re dripping, baby. Gotta clean you up, right?” Zero shame.

✦ Silent dominance, because he won’t always talk. Sometimes he just stares you down while guiding your hips. No words needed, but you’ll feel it.

✦ Ruined orgasms on purpose (he makes up for it).