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what was meant to be your honeymoon turns into a heated encounter with two strangers. you don't want to choose between the two and it just might turn out that you won't have to.

note: i have been tormented by this fic for so long but i am FINALLY done. i couldn't decide between writing a summer break fic for osc or for lando so i combined them :3 i will probably never write a fic this long again so don't get ur hopes up!! i really hope you guys enjoy this one, i'm still trying to get comfortable writing more often over doing pure smaus :] word count: 13.3k warnings : SMUT, landoscar established relationship, driver x driver, kissing, dryhumping, semi public (not quite sex), oral + hand stuff (both f and m receiving), unprotected sex, light humiliation kink, switch oscar, switch lando, sub reader, throatfucking, light cumplay, alcohol use, reader is aussie (doesn't really matter plot wise)

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“god dammit!” you grumble to yourself, aggravated by the umbrella you’ve been trying to dig into the sand for the past fifteen minutes. every time you think you’ve gotten it in place, the wind blows just enough to uproot it from its spot. you walk up the beach a bit to where the wind had blown the umbrella away. as you stomp back down across the sand, dragging the cumbersome thing behind you, you hear laughter. turning your head you see a man standing a few feet away, holding a pair of sandals in one hand and a towel thrown over his shoulder. this stranger has the audacity to be chuckling at you as you struggle with the umbrella, probably only just resisting the urge to point while he laughs. your face reddens when you notice him and you wonder how long he’s been watching. hopefully not that long. leave it to you to come on this vacation, newly single, and immediately embarrass yourself in front of the first attractive man you see.

“looks like you could use some help.” he calls out to you, his floppy brown hair ruffling in the breeze. you can tell he’s forcing himself not to keep laughing at your misery and you glare at him, continuing to drag the umbrella back to where you’d left your towel and beach bag. “c’mon, i’m sorry for laughing! let me help.”

“i’m fine, thanks.” you shout back at him. you get back to your spot and take a deep breath, praying to whatever god is out there that you don’t embarrass yourself further. you pick the umbrella back up and shove it deep into the sand, maneuvering it so that it stands up straight and isn’t at risk of being blown over again. you finally manage to do it, standing back with your hands on your hips and admiring what you’ve just accomplished. you look over to the man that’s still watching you and give him a smug look. “see?”

the wind blows harshly at your words and your triumphant smirk falls off your face when the umbrella is displaced from the sand once again. looks like you spoke too soon. you can see the stranger covering his mouth, shoulders shaking as he holds in his chuckles.

“will you let me help you now?” he approaches you, picking up the umbrella from the ground and brushing some sand off of the canopy. now that he’s closer and you can hear him much more clearly, you realize that he’s an aussie too. you let yourself relax a bit, the twang in his voice reminding you of your homeland. you decide you might as well let the cute stranger with the familiar accent help you. you clearly were not going to get this done on your own if the past few minutes told you anything.

“alright, go on then.” you wave him on, crossing your arms and definitely not staring at the way his biceps strain against the sleeves of the white t-shirt he wears. you certainly don’t notice the hint of abs that appear through the thin fabric of his top as he twists the umbrella’s pole deep into the sand. the stranger manages to get the umbrella set up easily, your little patch of sand now drenched in shade. you try not to be annoyed at how little effort it took for him to do it when you’d struggled for so long. “thank you…”

“it’s no problem. couldn’t just stand there and watch a pretty girl struggle.”

“oh, but you could stand and laugh at her, right?”

“ah, sorry about that. really couldn’t help myself.” he responds sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. you watch his cheeks go pink, the flush spreading to his ears and beneath the collar of his shirt. you can’t help but wonder if it keeps going, down his chest, down to his–never mind. you move to take a seat on your towel, finally getting relief from the hot sun beating down on you. the stranger decides to invite himself to sit with you, placing his towel down a foot away from yours and stealing the shade from your umbrella. you suppose you can let him be, it’s the least you can do since he helped you. “so, what brings you to ibiza? far from home, hmm?”

“could say the same for you, couldn’t i? though, your accent sounds a bit…watered down.” you tease, giggling at the affronted look he gives you. you sigh, “it’s a long story, honestly.”

“i’ll ignore your dig at my accent, i’ve been living in london for the past decade.” he leans back on his hands, crossing his legs and drawing your eyes to his thick, hairy thighs. you have to look away before you get caught up staring. how is this man real? you gaze out at the mediterranean, letting the beauty of the sea distract you from any inappropriate thoughts about this stranger’s body. “i’ve got time for a long story, if you’ve got time to tell it.”

you look down at your lap, picking at a loose thread hanging from your swimsuit coverup. you debate with yourself, do you want to tell a complete stranger the humiliating reason you’re on this trip all alone? on one hand, it’ll be good to let it out. especially, to someone who doesn’t know you. you don’t have to worry about his judgments, because he’s a stranger and you’ll probably never see this man again after today. on the other hand, it’s an embarrassing story for you and you don’t want to see the pity in his eyes when he hears it. you look at him and see that he’s already staring at you. you think his interest in your story is genuine and decide to let your reservations go and just tell him.

“okay, well. this was supposed to be my honeymoon.” you start, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. you turn your gaze back to the water, ignoring the way his eyes widened at your words. “as you can see, since i’m alone, that didn’t really go to plan.”

“what happened?”

“ah, he cheated on me. two months before the wedding. with my maid of honor.”

“jesus christ.”

“yeah,” you laugh at his reaction. when you lay it all out in words, what happened to you is comical, in a sad way. it sounds like something straight out of a 2000s rom-com. “the trip was already booked and nonrefundable, so i decided i might as well enjoy it on my own.”

“i’m sorry.” you look at the stranger next to you and are surprised to see genuine empathy for you and your circumstances. his eyes aren’t full of pity like you expected and you have a feeling he might have dealt with something similar to you in the past. “well, you’re certainly better off. anyone that would fuck things up with someone like you is an idiot.”

“‘someone like me’? you barely know me! we don’t even know each others names.”

“i’m oscar, nice to meet you.” he gives you a cheeky smile and holds out his hand. you grab it in your own and shake the stranger, oscar’s, hand. his hands aren’t huge, but they’re bigger than yours and so, so soft.

“yn.”

“pretty name for a pretty girl.”

you definitely do not blush at his compliment.

“right, enough of my sob story.” you change the subject, not wanting to talk about it anymore. you came on this trip to get away from everything and while it was nice to tell someone what happened, you’d rather leave it at that. “why are you in ibiza then? hopefully your reason is less sad than mine.”

“nah, yeah. i’m just here with some friends. needed a break from work, you know?”

“hmm fair.” you sigh and stretch your arms over your head. you shrug off your coverup and reach into your beach bag, pulling out your sunscreen and begin applying it to your skin. “well, i did come to the beach to swim, so i think i’ll get in the water now.”

oscar watches as you rub the lotion onto your arms, across your chest, and down your legs. you go to apply it to your back and struggle, unable to reach. you feel a warm presence behind you and turn your head to see that oscar has moved closer. he picks up the bottle of sunscreen from the sand and squeezes some of it into the palm of his hands, rubbing them together.

“let me?”

“oh…yeah, okay.” you turn back around and hope oscar can’t tell how fast your heart is beating. you can feel his breath lightly flutter against your back and you try not to shiver. he starts at your shoulders, gently massaging in the lotion. his hands are strong, his grip firm as he touches your body. his hands move further down your back, slipping under the strap of your bikini to make sure he doesn’t miss any spots. you can’t help but think about how intimate this is. this man's hands rubbing up and down your body, touching you in a way you hadn’t been touched in a long time. you let out a sigh when his hand slips around your ribcage and brushes against the underside of your tits where they spill from your top. his hands quickly move away, spreading the sunscreen down your spine. he mumbles an apology, but you reassure him and let him know that his touch is okay. honestly, you’d be fine if he touched you a little more but you keep that thought to yourself. the beach that the two of you are on isn’t packed but it’s not completely private either, and you don’t want someone to see you getting felt up wide out in the open.

“lay down, let me get your legs.” oscar’s hands press the small of your back, pushing you to lay onto your front and you comply, resting your head on your crossed arms and stretching out your legs for him. he rubs the sunscreen on your legs, focusing on one at a time. his hands on your thighs are so gentle but you can feel the strength behind them. it takes all of your willpower not to moan and clench your thighs when you feel his hand get close to your core, massaging the lotion into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. you doubt you’d end up getting a sunburn in that spot, but better safe than sorry, right? you jolt when he pats a hand on your thigh, way too close to your ass to be unintentional. “alright, all done.”

“thank you.” you get up from the towel, looking at oscar and hoping he can’t tell that you’re blushing. he wipes the excess sunscreen still on his hands off onto his towel and stands up. “um, do you need me to do you…i mean um–”

“nah, i put mine on before i left the hotel. like a responsible beachgoer.” you roll your eyes at his teasing but grab the hand he offers to help you stand up. before you head out to the water, you dig around in your beach bag to grab one last thing. “what’s that?”

“oh, it’s an underwater camera! i thought it would be fun to like, take pictures of the fish and stuff. i don’t know.” you feel shy under his gaze. you don’t want him to think you’re being childish for wanting to take pictures but he just smiles at you and says it’s a good idea. you relax and the two of you walk out to the water.

you hesitate to step into the sea, the cold water lapping at your feet as you stand at the shore. oscar steps up behind you and places a hand at your hip. it feels so normal, as if he isn’t a stranger that you’ve known less than an hour. you find it strange how comfortable you are around him, completely fine with this unknown man touching you like you’ve known each other for ages. you turn your head to look at oscar and find that he’s staring at you with a devious look in his eyes.

“are you going to get in or should i pick you up and toss you?” you hate that you feel a flutter in your belly at the idea of him picking you up and manhandling you. you know he’d lift you easily, his biceps and abs make that obvious, especially now that you can see them unobstructed since he’s removed his shirt. he squeezes your hip, waiting for your answer.

“don’t you dare!” you glare at oscar, pulling yourself from his grip and stepping deeper into the water. you grit your teeth and pretend that the chill of the water isn’t bothering you. oscar follows you into the sea, annoyingly unbothered by the change in temperature. eventually, the two of you are deep enough that the waves lap at your shoulders. you take a breath before dunking your head underwater as a way to force yourself to acclimate. the two of you mess around in the water for a bit, using your camera to take photos of the sea life. oscar shows off his acrobatic skills by doing flips under the water and you’re reminded of when you’d play mermaids in your aunt’s pool in the summers as a child.

when you resurface from the water, you push your soaking wet hair out of your face and open your eyes to see oscar staring at you. his eyes linger on your chest, tracking the droplets of water that drip down your neck and between your tits. you can’t blame him for staring because you find that your gaze is locked onto the way his pecs glisten from the light reflecting off the beads of water on his chest. your eyes move from his chest up his neck and to his face, admiring the moles that dot his skin. the hot ibiza sun shines down on oscar, he’s beautiful, really. his damp hair curling against his forehead and his big brown eyes look like golden honey in the sunlight. how can this man be real?

your eyes drop down to his mouth to see that the corner of his lips tick up into a smirk and you realize that he’s caught onto your staring. you don’t know why he’s looking at you so smugly when he was also ogling your chest. there’s no high ground to stand on, you’re both perverts here. you decide to wipe the smirk off his face by dragging your hand through the water and splashing the man in front of you. he shouts in complaint, swimming away from your assault.

“what, can’t handle a little water?” you giggle at him, swimming closer and attempting to splash him again. he grabs your wrists, stopping you and pulling you into him. you look up at oscar as he holds your arms against his wet and warm chest, his gaze heated. you notice his eyes drop down to your mouth and you swallow in anticipation. he leans in close, nose brushing against yours. your mouth drops open and your eyes flutter, just waiting for him to kiss you. his lips are a hair from yours and he hovers there, his eyes locked onto yours. you almost groan out loud in impatience, tilting your head up and causing your lips to lightly touch. oscar still doesn’t make a move and you realize that he’s doing it on purpose, wanting you to be the one to initiate it. you bite the bullet and close your eyes, pressing a kiss onto his lips.

it’s like your kiss flipped a switch in oscar and he pulls you in close, deepening the kiss. he lets go of your wrists and grabs your waist, big hands gripping your sides. you move your arms to rest around his neck, sighing as he licks at the seal of your lips, letting his tongue enter your mouth. the water sloshes around the two of you as you make out, the sound mixing with the wet sounds of your kissing. you’re so glad it’s only the two of you nearby, you have no intention of being quiet or discrete. oscar grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his waist and holding you up in the water. your hands migrate to his hair and pull when you feel his hand give one of your ass cheeks a squeeze. you moan into his mouth and he groans when your hands tighten in his hair.

“jesus, woman.” he pulls away from your lips and looks at you, his eyes half lidded and hazy. you whine, leaning forward to continue kissing him. his lips eagerly meet yours and you get lost in the feeling of him surrounding you.

the two of you kiss for a while, completely losing track of time. you can’t believe this is actually happening. kissing a stranger in the middle of the mediterranean was not something you’d ever expect yourself to do. but you can’t lie and say it isn’t thrilling taking a risk like this. oscar presses a few light kisses to your lips before releasing your thighs and letting you back down into the water. you remove your hands from his hair and blush when you realize how messy you’d made the strands. he smiles down at you and you return it, feeling dazed from his mouth on yours. oscar brushes your hair behind your ear and looks at you, his cheeks flushed red.

“um, we should probably get out of the water, yeah?” you nod at his question and you both swim back to the shore, your hands bumping into each other as you walk back to your spot on the beach. you pick up your towel and wrap it around you, oscar taking his own and dragging it across his chest and back to dry himself. you don’t pretend not to stare this time, admiring his godlike figure. “any idea what time it is?”

“oh um, let me see. it’s…” you pull your phone out of your bag and look at the clock, seeing that it’s much later than you’d expected. “almost 6. shit, i have to go actually.”

you haphazardly fold up your towel and shove it into the beach bag, grabbing your coverup and pulling it over you. you gather the rest of your things, turning back to oscar to see that he looks disappointed. you give him a questioning look.

“ah, i was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner.” he rubs a hand over his neck, seeming awkward. “could i uh, maybe you could give me your number and we could go out another time? i’ll be here for the rest of the week and i’d like to see you again.”

“i’d like that.” you hand oscar your phone and let him put in his contact info, watching as he sends himself a text so he has your number as well. you’re a bit surprised that he wants to see you again, thinking that this was a one time thing. you’re not complaining, you’d love to spend more time with him tonight but you have a concert to go to and you refuse to miss it.

oscar walks with you off of the beach until you reach the street, parting ways with a wave and a promise to see each other again soon.

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oscar steps into the villa lando had rented for their summer break, slipping off his shoes and heading toward his bedroom for the week. the place is quiet, everyone else likely day drinking at some club or five star restaurant. normally, oscar wouldn’t have come on a trip like this. he definitely prefers things to be a bit more lowkey than the party filled days and nights of a vacation in ibiza. but lando had begged him to come, didn’t want to spend summer break alone, even if the brit would be spending a majority of his time with his friends. oscar can’t blame him though, they’ve both become codependent on each other.

he pushes open the door to the bedroom and jumps when he sees lando lounging on the bed. he places a hand on his heart to calm himself from the scare.

“what are you doing here?” he walks further into the room, setting his towel on a chair in the corner and heading over to his suitcase to grab a change of clothes. “i thought you were meeting up with martin?”

“didn’t feel like it.” his boyfriend doesn’t look away from his phone when he responds. he sounds tired, likely still hungover from last night’s escapades. “besides, i missed you.”

“is that right?” oscar smiles and walks over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge and laying a hand on lando’s bare skin where his shirt has ridden up. “can’t get enough of me, yeah?”

lando finally puts his phone down and looks oscar over, using a knee to shove him off the bed when he realizes he’s covered in sand. oscar resists, going limp and becoming a dead weight that lando has to put extra effort into pushing off of the bed.

“you’re going to get sand in the bed, dickhead. go take a shower!”

“only if you join me.” oscar pouts at the other man, getting off of the bed and hovering expectantly over him.

“ugh, if you insist.” lando pretends to be bothered by the request, but oscar can see straight through him. this is made even more obvious by the way lando speed walks into the attached bathroom and impatiently calls out for oscar to join him.

the two stand under the waterfall shower and oscar sighs in relief at the feeling of the warm water soothing his tense muscles. lando stands in front of him, lathering the extra expensive, specialty shampoo into his curls. he glares at oscar when he attempts to pour some of the liquid into his hands to use for himself.

“you know you’re not allowed to use my shampoo, osc. bad boy.” oscar rolls his eyes and grabs the less nice shampoo that the villa staff so kindly provided for its guests. at least he tried, oscar can’t help that lando’s shampoo smells much nicer and makes his hair soft. “how was the beach, then?”

“it was nice,” oscar has lando turn around and begins running his hands through his curls, rinsing out the soap. he feels his cock twitch at the satisfied moan lando lets out the second oscar’s hands touch his scalp. always so sensitive, oscar barely has to touch him to get a reaction like this. “i–uh, i met someone.”

“yeah? tell me more.” lando turns around, knocking oscar’s hands out of his hair. he wraps his arms around oscar’s waist and pulls him closer, causing their cocks to bump against each other. oscar lets out a groan, tossing his head back. “did you find us a pretty girl, hmm?”

oscar nods as lando starts washing him, rubbing hands all over his body and using the slickness of the water and the soap to stroke his cock. oscar struggles to remember what they were talking about with lando’s hands on him like this. lando grows impatient at oscar’s failure to answer his question and reaches up to pinch one of his nipples, laughing evilly at the way oscar flinches.

“fuck lando–ow.”

“answer me.” he tightens the hand he has wrapped around oscar’s cock, squeezing the base.

“god, you’re evil. she was so pretty, lando–ah.” oscar moans when lando begins to stroke him again, the water running down their bodies making the slide easy. “came here all alone. mmm, she was so sweet, baby. let me put my hands all over her. she- fuck. she reminded me of you, so easy. l–”

“i’m not easy!” lando pinches oscar’s other nipple, pulling this time and oscar’s hips jerk forward in lando’s other hand.

“shit, stop doing that. and yes you are, baby. you’re so easy.” oscar tilts his head forward, leaning it on lando’s shoulder and begins thrusting into lando’s hand. “she let me kiss her, just had to be a little nice to her. so pathetic, just like you.”

lando whines at oscar’s teasing, loving when he gets mean like this. oscar can feel lando’s cock pressing into his hip and he slips a hand down, wrapping it around the other man. lando moans, hips stuttering and hand spasming around oscar’s cock.

“you–mm. you gonna introduce her to me osc?”

“i don’t know, might keep her for myself.”

“nooo!” oscar can’t get enough of how whiny lando gets when he teases him like this. so bratty and selfish, always wanting to be included. “that’s not fair, i wanna meet her.”

“alright, baby. whatever you want.” oscar might love how needy lando gets, but he also can’t resist his need to please his partner, easily giving him whatever it is he begs for.

the two continue jerking each other off and get back to using the shower for its intended purpose. when they finish, oscar puts on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt, planning to spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the villa. maybe he’ll catch up on a cricket match he’d missed.

lando does the complete opposite, kicking oscar out of the bathroom and spending the next hour getting his curls in line and dressing up for a night at the club.

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back in your hotel room, you head straight into the shower. you have sand in unspeakable places and it needs to go, asap. while you wash your hair, you start thinking about oscar. if you couldn’t still taste him on your lips you’d probably think you had imagined the whole thing. it’s so out of character for you to even talk to strangers, let alone make out with them in the middle of the sea. you blush thinking about it, clenching your thighs at the memory of oscar’s hands on your body. you turn the knob on the shower from hot to cold, forcing yourself to stop getting distracted. you finish up your shower and step, out grabbing a towel and drying yourself off.

in the bedroom, you step over to your suitcase and grab out the colorful mini dress that you’d bought specifically for tonight. when you had initially planned your honeymoon with your ex, he was the one who really wanted to go to ibiza. you agreed only because your favorite group would be performing at a club while you were in the country. even though your ex hated house music, you were able to get tickets for the show tonight. at least there’s an upside to what happened between the two of you, you don’t have to worry about him complaining all night because he wasn’t having fun. you get to let it all go tonight, get so drunk the only thoughts in your head are of the house music pumping through your veins.

you spend some time getting ready, making sure your hair and makeup are flawless. you’re not trying to impress anyone in particular, but you know looking good means strangers are more likely to buy you drinks. finally satisfied with your appearance, you slip on your heels and head out the door.

the walk to ushuaïa from your hotel doesn’t take long and you take a spot at the end of the sprawling line that wraps around the corner of the building. you thankfully don’t need to wait for long, the line moving quickly. once you make it to the front, the bouncer checks your ticket and waves you in.

the second you walk through the glass doors you’re met with the sound of club music in full swing and you can feel the pounding bass deep in your bones. you follow a herd of people to the closest bar, ordering a couple shots and quickly downing them. you sip on a vodka red bull and head deeper into the club, squeezing past dancing couples and trying to avoid getting your drink knocked out of your hand. you let yourself fade into the crowd, releasing your inhibitions and focusing on the sound of the music and the fuzzy feeling the alcohol gives you. you dance without abandon, moving through the crowd and closer to the stage. you vibe to the sounds of swedish house mafia blasting through the open-air space.

after a while you head off the dance floor to the bathroom. you’re unsurprised to see that the line to the women’s room is ridiculously long and you lean against the wall, knowing you’ll be here for a bit. you’re scrolling on your phone to make the time go faster, when the girl behind you taps your shoulder. you turn around and are met by two blondes and a brunette looking you over. the darker blonde is the one who had taped you and she returns the questioning look you give her with a wide smile.

“hiii, oh my god i just wanted to say that i LOVE your dress!” her voice is sweet and the accent that colors her words is unfamiliar to you. the other girls both nod and agree with her statement. you blush at the compliment, nervously fiddling with one of the straps. “it’s pucci right? i’m obsessed!”

“it is! thank you.” you smile at the girl and her friends, complimenting them on their outfits as well.

the middle girl introduces herself as pietra and her two friends; olivia, the blonde and alisa, the brunette. the three follow you into the restroom once it’s finally your turn. while you wash your hands, pietra touches up her makeup and hair. you look at your reflection in the mirror and realize that she’s staring at you with a contemplative look. you feel self-conscious under this pretty stranger’s gaze, crossing your arms over your body to make yourself feel smaller.

“everything okay?” you question. you can’t stand her eyes on you any longer, needing to know what has her thinking so deeply while not looking away from you. your words jolt her out of whatever thought had her so distracted and she laughs, apologizing.

“sorry, sorry. i was just thinking that you’d be perfect for a friend of ours!” pietra calls over the other girls and explains what she’s thinking. “isn’t she totally lando’s type?”

olivia and alisa don’t need to think it over, immediately agreeing with pietra’s vision.

“oh, thank you but–”

“you should come with us to meet him! even if you don’t click, you seem like you’d be fun, so you have to join us.”

you hesitate, thinking about oscar. you wanted to get to know him better, maybe spend a few more days of your vacation with the man. however, you did just get out of a long term relationship and you and oscar only just met. it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you met with another guy, right? and who knows, maybe he won’t be interested or vice versa. it doesn’t hurt to let pietra introduce you to him.

“okay, fuck it. why not?” the girls cheer at your words, pietra taking your hand in hers and leading your little group back out to the dance floor.

it seems like the crowd has gotten even bigger while you were in the bathroom line, bodies pressing against you as the four of you try to move deeper. you feel a hand grab your own and see that alisa is attempting to keep from getting separated, pulling olivia behind her. pietra leads you to the center of the dance floor, where it opens up to a giant pool in the center. she waves to a group of men that occupy a vip section and moves more quickly through the crowd.

“welcome back amor,” one of the men reaches out and pulls pietra closer to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her cheek. pietra still grips your hand, so you’re dragged along with her, awkwardly standing next to the couple. the man notices you attempting to remove your hand from pietra’s surprisingly strong grasp, letting out a laugh. “who’s this, then? did you kidnap this poor unsuspecting girl?”

“nooo!” pietra finally lets go of your hand and lightly slaps the man’s chest causing him to flinch overdramatically. “we met in the bathroom! where’s lando, i want them to meet.”

the man, who pietra introduces as max, tells her that lando and their other friend keegan are somewhere on the dance floor. you’re introduced to connor, tom and ed, the latter two the partners of alisa and olivia. you try not to feel too overwhelmed by meeting so many new people at once, letting yourself just go with the flow. one of the girls hands you a drink when a server brings over a trayful, you guess that’s one of the perks of being in the vip section.

you nod your head to the beat currently playing, swaying as you sip on your drink. you’re starting to feel jittery, wanting to go back to the dance floor. lando, the man pietra wants you to meet, still hasn’t returned twenty minutes later and you’re tired of waiting. you turn to pietra, interrupting her conversation with max, and letting her know you’re going to go back to the dance floor.

“wait, i’ll come with you!” she removes herself from max’s arms and sets her drink onto a table. she links her arms with yours and calls for the other girls to come with you. she turns to you with an excited smile. “i’m so glad you wanna dance, max always says no!”

“that’s because you step on my feet every time, p” max playfully shouts, overhearing her complaining about him. “we’ll come find you when lando and keegs get back, yeah?”

she gives him a thumbs up and then you’re off, heading back into the thick of the dancing crowd. you find a bit of open space that’s not too close to the stage and not far from their vip booth. pietra grabs your hands in hers and starts to dance with you, jumping and singing along to the song blasting from the speakers. you join in with just as much energy.

you’re so lost in the music, you don’t realize that your little group of four has doubled in size. you open your eyes to see max with his arms around pietra again, alisa and tom laughing as they speak with the two newcomers. one of the men, a blonde in a snapback, bobs his head to the music and takes a video of the group performing on the stage. he looks much younger than you and you hope this isn’t the one pietra had in mind for you, partly because he’s so baby-faced, but also because the other man is more your type. when he leans in to better hear tom over the music, you’re met with his ridiculous side profile, the slope of his nose is perfect and his lips seem to jut out in a natural pout. he’s so tan and his neck is fucking huge, you can’t look away from the sparkling silver chain that rests on his collar. his hair is mostly covered by the backwards cap that sits on his head, but you can see some brown curls peeking out. as your gaze travels up his face, you make eye contact with him and realize that he’s caught you staring. he looks at you while still listening intently to tom, nodding his head and smiling at whatever the man is saying. your face heats up at his intense gaze, you see his eyes flick down to your lips, then down your body, lingering on your tits and licking his lips. you look away from him and turn to pietra, only to see her hanging on to max and giving you an excited grin. max lets go of her and she dances over to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the man who has yet to take his eyes off of you.

“landooo!” pietra shouts at the man, interrupting his conversation with tom. she pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you to her side. “come meet my new friend!”

he smiles at you and pietra, stepping forward and holding out a hand to you. you grab it, expecting to shake his hand, but he raises your hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back. if it were anyone else who did that, you would’ve gotten the ick so fast, but he’s just so attractive and the way he’s looking at you has your stomach fluttering. he looks at you like a predator and you’re the prey.

“hey, i’m lando.” he still holds your hand in his, lightly pulling and you take a step forward. pietra is drawn away by the other girls, leaving you alone with him. “what’s your name, pretty?”

“it’s uh–i’m yn, hi.” you trip over your words, taking another step forward when he pulls at your hand a little more. you’re definitely not stuttering because he called you pretty, it has to be the alcohol you’ve been drinking. your face heats up even more and you decide it’s definitely the alcohol.

someone in the crowd stumbles into you and jostles you closer to lando. he lets go of your hand and grabs your hips, steadying you when you almost trip. your face is burning, could this get any more embarrassing? lando’s hands are massive, warmth seeping in through the fabric of your dress. your hands land on his upper arms and you realize that strong biceps hide under the baggy long sleeved top he’s wearing. you can feel the muscles flexing beneath your hands when he steps closer to you.

“so, how’d you end up with pietra dragging you around?” he leans in close so you can hear him clearly, his lips almost touching your ear. you feel his breath against your skin and shiver. “did she bribe you?”

you laugh, shifting your hands from his shoulders to wrap your arms around his neck. you tilt your head to speak into his ear, your cheek brushing his, the stubble on his cheeks rough against your soft skin.

“she said she really wanted to introduce me to someone, that i was just his type.”

“yeah? well, she was right.” lando smirks at you, squeezing your hips. “you’re just my type.”

“oh, did you think i meant you?” you giggle when he pouts at your words, your hands mindlessly fiddling with the curls at the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i’m just messing with you.”

“hmm, funny.” he playfully rolls his eyes at your teasing. he reaches a hand up to your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, staring at you with a questioning smile on his face. “you wanna dance with me?”

“a pretty boy asking me to dance, how can i say no?” it’s lando who blushes this time, cheeks going pink at your compliment.

the pumping bass of the song currently playing blends into the next, this one less energetic than the one before. you recognize the sound of the weeknd’s crooning voice coming through the speakers, the song remixed to fit the vibe of the club. you and lando dance together for the next few songs. his hands hold your hips, his face pressed into your neck. the two of you chat as you dance, getting to know each other as well as you can while in the middle of a club.

lando is mumbling a story in your ear about a golf tournament he’d played in a few months ago and you pretend to care, thinking more about the way his hands on you feel as they migrate from your hips, rubbing up your back. his story is interrupted by max who taps on his shoulder and tells him that the others are going to head back to the vip booth. lando nods and looks at you, gauging if you’ve had your fill of being on the dance floor or not. he reads something in your eyes that has him telling max that the two of you will join them in a bit. he lets go of your waist and grabs your hand, pulling you in the opposite direction of the vip section.

“let’s go get some fresh air, yeah?” he looks at you from over his shoulder, tightening his grip on your hand and making sure you don’t get lost in the crowd pressing in around you. you follow him closely, pressing a hand to his back and clenching his shirt. the club might technically be outside, but getting free from the loud music and all of the people dancing will be a nice reprieve. lando brings you back inside near the entrance, walking past the bathrooms and stepping through a private door. he leads you down a hallway and you take an elevator up a few floors. you step out into an empty lounge and lando guides you to sit on one of the couches near the open double doors leading to a balcony. you can see ushuaïa in it’s entirety from up here, the crowd of people looking like ants. you can still hear the music but it’s nowhere near as loud as it was when you were in the middle of it.

lando walks over to a bar cart that sits in the corner of the room, making two drinks before coming over to join you on the sofa. he hands you one of the glasses and takes a sip from the other, face scrunching up at the taste of it. you laugh at his face and take a drink from your own glass, throat burning from the overwhelming combination of too much vodka and not enough mixer. he chuckles apologetically at you, taking the glass from your hands and setting on the table in front of you. he scoots closer to you, angling his body toward yours and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. you get comfortable, crossing one of your legs over the other, causing your dress to ride up and expose more of your thighs. lando’s eyes are drawn to your newly exposed flesh and he lifts a hand to rest on your bare leg, thumb rubbing the skin back and forth. you shiver at the feeling of his large palm against your skin, his hand almost wrapping completely around your thigh. his other hand raises from the back of the couch and curls into your hair, twirling a loose strand around his finger. his eyes on you are hooded, gaze intense as his attention flickers from your eyes to your lips.

you stare back at lando, raising a hand to his neck and slipping a finger under the silver chain he wears. you fiddle with the sparkling star charms, still holding his gaze. he squeezes your thigh and moves an inch closer, eyes dropping down to your lips again. you tug on his necklace, pulling him into you. your eyes close when his lips land on yours, letting go of the chain and moving your hand to hold the back of his neck. his lips are chapped, catching against yours as he deepens the kiss. he tightens his hand in your hair, yanking you back and breaking the kiss. you gasp at the pain that quickly turns to pleasure. he looks at you, pupils so dilated that you can barely see the blue in them. he tugs at your hair again and causing you to tilt your head up, exposing your neck to him. he dives in, pressing kisses into your sensitive neck, sucking and licking at your skin. you can’t hold in a moan when his kisses turn into bites, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

lando slips his hand from your thigh to your hip, pushing you to lay back on the couch. he hovers above you, face flushed, his pretty lips red and puffy. he moves so that one of his knees lands between your thighs, using his grip on your hip to guide your core to rub against his jean clad leg. the moan you let out is swallowed by lando’s mouth as he kisses you again. his tongue licks across your lips, brushing against the roof of your mouth. your chest heaves, barely able to kiss him back as you give in to the feeling of his leg between yours. your thin panties do nothing to act as a barrier, a dark spot forming on his jeans as you get wetter and wetter.

you feel crazy doing this. letting a stranger kiss you, sure. that’s no big deal. but what you and lando are doing right now is far beyond what you’d ever thought you’d be doing, especially in public. the lounge you occupy might be empty now, but anyone could easily walk in and see you riding lando’s thigh. one of your hands travels down his body, slipping under his loose shirt and touching his bare skin. he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on his heated skin. your hand moves lower, brushing against the bulge that you’d been feeling press against you for the last few minutes. you cup him in your hand over his jeans and squeeze. he lets out a curse, hips pressing into your hand and thigh pressing even harder into your core.

“fuck–” lando pulls back from your lips and tucks his head into your neck, hips thrusting into your hand as you rub his clothed cock. he lifts his head from your neck, hand in your hair moving to hold your jaw and forcing you to make eye contact. “you’re so–”

he’s interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket, vibrating against your hips. he swears at the interruption, digging the device out of his pocket and answering the call. you watch him talk to whoever is on the other end, not listening to what is being said. you mindlessly rut against lando’s thigh, desperately trying to reach your peak. lando lets out a sigh after he ends the phone call, giving you a half disappointed half apologetic look.

“i’ve gotta go.” you groan at his words, pouting up at him. you don’t want this moment to end. he leans down to kiss you again, whispering a sorry against your lips. “here, give me your number. i’m not done with you.”

he sits back and hands you his phone, allowing you to add your contact. he runs a hand through his curls, tugging his hat back on after you’d knocked it off earlier. you don’t hide your disappointment that he has to leave, but you know it’s probably best that you do the same.

“i’m only here for a few more days…” you tell him, squinting your eyes into a playful glare. “you better text me.”

“i promise.” he stands up from the couch and holds out a hand to help you up. you wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist, holding each other in a loose hug. you kiss him hard, making sure that he’ll remember you and fulfill his promise.

—

your phone pings with a new message as you step into the lobby of your hotel. you check it to see a text from oscar letting you know that he’s outside. you exit the hotel and find oscar leaning against a fancy black sports car, wearing sunglasses and a cap. he holds an arm out when you approach. pulling you into a quick hug before opening the passenger side door and guiding you inside. you smile at the gesture, what a gentleman.

the car ride is quiet but comfortable, house music playing low on the radio. oscar’s hand rests in your lap and you fiddle with his fingers. you’re happy oscar texted you and asked you to join him, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. except when your mind was occupied by a different brown haired man the other night. but lando hasn’t texted you yet like he’d promised, so you keep your thoughts on oscar and how much you’re looking forward to spending the day with him.

the drive isn’t long and you quickly arrive at your destination. oscar pulls his hand from your grip, placing it on the headrest of your seat and backing into a parking spot near the harbor. you resist the urge to drool over how hot he looks reversing the car, his bicep flexing in the corner of your eye.

“alright, everyone else is already on the boat. before we go in,” oscar pauses, turning to look at you and giving you a reassuring smile. “they can be a lot, but i think you’ll have fun.”

you decide to trust his words, joining him as he gets out of the car. the two of you walk down one of the docks to the yacht bobbing in the water, waiting for you to board. oscar helps you step over the small gap onto the boat, holding your hand and making sure you don’t trip. you can hear music coming from deeper on the yacht, the sounds of laughter just reaching your ears. oscar pulls you up the steps and onto the deck, telling you to take a seat on the couch and wait as he goes to let the captain know they’re good to leave the port.

you stare out at the harbor while waiting for oscar to return, admiring the view of ibiza town you have from the yacht. the ancient buildings atop the hill are a sight, surrounded by newer construction. despite being known as a party destination, ibiza truly is beautiful. in your head, you send out a thank you to your ex. if he hadn’t decided you had to come here on your honeymoon and then insisted that you do all the planning for it, you never would have come. never would have put yourself out of your comfort zone, never would have met oscar. lando too, though you’re disappointed he’d never contacted you after your night together. unfortunately, he’d not given you his number, so it’s not like you could have reached out to him on your own. it’s probably for the best, honestly. besides, you have oscar to give all your attention to before your trip ends and you likely never see each other again.

you’re jolted out of your thoughts when oscar flops down next to you on the couch, throwing his arm over the back and giving you a sweet smile. you return it, squinting your eyes a bit as the sun shines in them, making it hard to see.

“all good?” you ask him, leaning your head back onto his arm and resting a hand on his thick thigh. you resist the urge to pet him like he’s a dog, but his thighs are so strong, the hair on them soft under your palm.

“all good. you ready to go meet everyone?” at your nod, oscar stands, holding out a hand for you and pulling you up from the couch. you follow behind him as he walks toward the back of the boat, gripping his hand tightly. the music and laughter gets louder as you approach and something about it is strangely familiar. the walkways are too narrow to walk side by side, so you’re standing behind oscar when you finally reach the bow of the ship.

“oscar!” the group of people cheer in unison, excitedly greeting the man. oscar laughs, stepping forward a bit and pulling you with him, though you struggle to see anyone over his ridiculously wide shoulders. he lets go of your hand and steps aside, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and holding you to his side. you look up at him and he looks back, before turning to the others and waving a hand out to begin introductions.

“guys, this is–”

“yn!” oscar is interrupted by a female voice, the way her accent curls around your name when she says it is fresh in your mind and you finally look at the group only to realize it’s the same one that you’d met at ushuaïa a few nights ago. pietra, the one who’d called your name, comes up to you and throws her arms around you in a hug, knocking oscar’s arm off. you hug her back, laughing at the craziness of this moment. what are the odds?

“i was so sad, i didn’t get your number the other night!” pietra dramatically wails, still not releasing you from her tight hug. “i thought i’d never hear from you again!”

“wait, you know each other?” you escape pietra’s arms and look at oscar, finding the confused look on his face adorable. the way his face scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing as he looks around at the group. you move to step toward him but the other girls have joined you and pietra, forcing you to give them your number so you can stay in touch. “when did that happen?”

“we met at ushuaïa the other night, which you’d know if you’d joined us.” max calls out from where he lounges against the bar, a bottle of beer held in his hand. he grins at oscar, teasing the man for missing out on spending more time with you. if he’d known that when you said you had to go that day when you first met meant you’d be going to the same club as his friends, he would have joined them for once. “not that you’d have gotten much time with her, the way lando was monopolizing her the entire night.”

oh right, lando. you look around the deck and don’t see the man. you wonder if he’s even here, do you want to see him? fuck, won’t it be weird to be here with oscar and lando? how will they react when they realize that you’d made moves on both of them? will you have to choose one over the other? in the back of your mind, you can’t help but hope they’d be open to the thought of sharing you. you shake your head, stopping that idea from fully forming. better to not get your hopes up.

oscar gets caught up on how you know his friends and announces that he’s going to find lando and drag him up to join the rest of you. pietra pulls you to the bar and has connor mix you a drink, he and keegan having way too much fun playing bartender. the girls convince you to take a few shots of tequila with them and you fold instantly, needing the liquor to calm your nerves. oscar has been downstairs with lando for a while now and you wonder what they’re talking about, if it's about you or not.

you’re sipping on your surprisingly delicious cocktail when lando and oscar rejoin the group. you eye them over your glass, lando is shirtless when he comes up the stairs. oscar looks a bit rumpled and you notice his face is tinged pink. lando has a smirk on his lips and it widens when he finally spots you, patting oscar on the back and walking over to where you lean against the railing. there’s something magical about his gaze. it holds you in place and you struggle to look away as he gets closer and closer.

lando’s big hand wraps around yours on your glass, pulling the drink and your hand along with it to his lips, taking a sip from your straw. he hums at the taste, tongue darting out to lick at the corner of his mouth. your eyes track his tongue, watching it return to his mouth. he lets go of your hand, stepping over to lean against the railing next to you. he doesn’t look at you, staring out at his friends as they mingle, chatting and dancing along to the music playing.

“oscar told me about you.” lando starts, shoving his hands into the pocket of the shorts that hang low on his hips. you look at him, eyes tracing the straight slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw. it takes effort to stop admiring him and give his words your full attention. “before we’d met. told me he met a girl at the beach, said she was so pretty.”

“oh um–” you blush, stumbling over your words. lando ignores you and continues speaking.

“he said you were easy, that you let him touch you, kiss you. and all he had to do was compliment you.” lando finally looks at you, turning his head and staring down at you with heat in his eyes. he leans down to speak his next words in your ear, much like how you had to speak to each other in the club. “little did i know, he was completely right.”

“i’m not…” you reply meekly, trying to defend yourself. even though you know what he’s saying is true, they really only had to say something nice and you’d rolled over for them. so easy.

“oh you’re not? maybe we should prove it.” lando grabs your hand in his, pulling you toward the stairs that lead down into the cabin. the two of you walk past oscar, who’d been keeping an eye on your conversation. lando calls out to him, “c’mon osc.”

oscar follows easily, setting his drink down on a counter and following behind as lando drags you deeper into the boat. he leads the three of you down a hallway, stopping in front of a door at the end. he opens the door and oscar’s hand presses on the small of your back, lightly pushing you into the room. lando points at the bed in the center of the room and tells you to sit. you don’t argue with him, taking a seat on the fluffy mattress and resting your hands in your lap. you feel anxious and excited, not knowing what exactly is about to happen but up for it regardless.

oscar stands in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. he doesn’t look happy, but he’s not upset. something darker fills his gaze that has your stomach fluttering. lando comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around his tapered waist and resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder, joining him in looking down at you. oscar’s gaze eases up a little at lando’s touch, tension releasing from his body as he leans back in his hold. you look between them, eyes widening when lando presses a kiss against oscar’s neck. you think that maybe your idea from earlier wasn’t so far fetched at all.

“you wanna hear something funny, osc?” lando asks the man in his arms, hands slipping under his loose linen shirt and gently gliding his hands up and down oscar’s torso. oscar shivers, eyes going hooded and looking right at you while lando touches him. oscar hums, waiting for lando to continue. “our girl here said she wasn’t easy.”

oscar laughs, though you struggle to find what’s funny about this. your face heats up and he doesn’t stop staring down at you. the corner of his lips lift into a little smirk when he responds, directing his words at you. “aw. you can be honest, baby. we all know the truth.”

you don’t know what to say, looking down at your lap and wrapping your arms around your waist, holding yourself. the humiliation of being called out by them like this, being confronted over your actions, floods your body. the shame bleeding into a weird pleasure that has your thighs clenching together. both men notice your movement and your face flames up even more in embarrassment when they laugh at you.

“you don’t need to be ashamed, pretty girl.” lando lets go of oscar, moving to take a seat on the bed next to you. he lifts a hand up to your cheek, forcing your head up and making you look at him. his thumb rubs back and forth, softly over your skin. his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and he leans down toward you, his lips almost touching yours. the grip he has on your face holds you in place, stopping you from connecting your mouth with his. “we like easy, don’t we osc?”

“mhmm.” oscar hums in response, joining the two of you on the bed and sitting on your other side. he brushes your hair out of your face and watches lando finally place his lips on yours. you’re lost in the kiss with lando when you feel lips press against your neck, oscar’s soft mouth traveling down to your shoulders. you gasp out a breath when lando breaks off the kiss, moving his mouth to join oscar, kissing at the neglected side of your neck. your head is foggy with pleasure and you’ve barely done anything yet. you can’t believe the situation you’re in right now.

lando grabs your hip, pulling you further onto the bed and pushing you back to lay down. he and oscar follow, continuing to explore your skin with their mouths. oscar slides a hand under your loose top, hands gently touching your body. lando’s mouth kisses down your chest, unbuttoning your top as he goes. he eventually removes it all together, yanking the fabric off of you and tossing it aside. oscar sits up and removes his own shirt, throwing it in the same direction. your hand runs through lando’s curls as he kisses your chest, biting and licking the cleavage that spills from your bikini top. you look up at oscar who hovers over you, staring at his bare chest. his abs are unreal and you wonder what it is these two do all day for them to be this fit.

lando places a chaste kiss on your lips before hopping off the bed, pulling oscar to join him. the two stand next to the bed, behind you. you can’t see them from this angle and tilt your head back against the mattress to get a better view. you watch upside down as lando grabs oscar’s hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh and bringing him closer. oscar stumbles closer to lando, their hips rubbing against each other and he lets out a moan at their clothed cocks brushing. lando kisses oscar, licking into his mouth and biting his lip when he pulls away. you’re in awe as you watch them kiss, core clenching around nothing.

you can’t look away as lando palms oscar’s cock through his shorts, causing the other man to let out a groan. he looks down at you, holding eye contact as his hand rubs oscar’s slowly hardening cock. your breathing picks up as you watch, crossing one leg over the other to try and find some relief. oscar is so docile with lando’s hands on him, his head dropped into lando’s neck and his hips thrust into his palm. he whines when lando takes his hand away. lando moves to stand behind oscar, turning his body so that his cock is in line with where your head rests on the bed. you go cross eyed, staring at the tent in oscar’s pants, mouth going dry.

“why don’t you be a good girl and suck oscar off, yeah?” lando’s hands wrap around oscar’s waist from behind, pulling the man’s back into his chest. he runs his hands up and down oscar’s body, stopping at his pecs and pinching at a nipple, causing him to flinch, hips jerking. you nod your head as well as you can, still laying flat on the bed. “use your words, baby.”

“please, i want to–i need to.” you widen your eyes as you beg. oscar groans at your pleading, his eyes hooded as he stares down at you. lando laughs at your desperation, hands slipping down to oscar’s shorts. you watch him tug oscar’s shorts down his hips, past his thick thighs. released from the confines of his pants, oscar’s cock bobs against his hip. he’s fully hard now, the tip red and weeping. you swallow, eager to get him in your mouth. you scoot across the mattress until your head hangs over the edge.

lando strokes oscar’s cock a few times. he uses the hold he has on oscar to guide his cock into your waiting mouth. you open wide and tilt your head back. oscar moans the second he can feel the wet heat of your mouth surrounding his dick, unable to stop from thrusting deeper down your throat.

“go on, osc. use her.” lando lets go of oscar, letting him take charge now. he steps away from the other man and walks around the bed, coming to stand at the other end and you can feel his hands gently rest on your ankles. you’re distracted from lando’s touch by oscar pulling all the way out of your mouth and plunging back down your throat. you moan around his cock, trying not to gag. he doesn’t go easy on you, hand resting on your neck and feeling the way it expands and contracts every time he enters you. you’re surrounded by oscar, his thighs bracketing your head. all you can smell is his musk, all you can feel is his cock bullying your throat, all you can think about is how heavy he feels on your tongue. your mind goes blank and floaty as you let oscar use you like a cocksleeve.

your fuzzy mind comes back to you when lando’s hands grip your thighs, yanking you down the bed. oscar’s cock is jostled from your mouth and you choke, heaving a breath as it rests against your cheek, strings of spit still connecting it to your lips. you try to catch your breath, looking down your body to lando who yanks off your bottoms and lifts your legs to rest over his shoulders. your face flushes, redness spreading from your cheeks down your chest at lando’s gaze on your core. he licks his lips as he stares, admiring you spread before him.

“pussy’s so pretty. wish you could see osc, she’s weeping for us.” oscar groans at lando’s words, hand stroking his cock and watching the other man lean down to kiss your inner thigh. he climbs up onto the bed, kneeling behind you and letting your head rest on his thigh. you both stare at lando in anticipation. he doesn’t leave you waiting for long, head dipping down and licking your folds. you whine at the feeling of his stubble prickling the sensitive skin of your thighs, his tongue so wet and warm, licking inside of you. lando groans at the taste of you on his tongue, using his tongue to spread your folds and slurping at your wetness. his tongue flicks at your clit, the sounds of him sucking on your sensitive bud echoing in the room. your thighs squeeze around lando’s head, unable to keep still at the feeling of his mouth between your legs.

oscar is silent above you and you look up to see that he has yet to tear his gaze away from lando, watching him eat you out, eyes glazed over. you lift your hands above your head and grip oscar’s hairy thighs, pulling him closer and causing his cock to bump into your nose. your tongue darts out, licking his tip, all that you can reach at this angle. oscar finally looks down at you again, his pupils blown. you wrap a hand around his cock and attempt to angle it into your mouth but he stops you, taking over and doing it himself. he’s not gentle about it, shoving his cock deep in your throat. he raises up on his knees, tilting your head back and almost sitting on your face. he grips your chin, keeping you in place as his hips press you deeper into the bed. you can hardly breath, swallowing around his thick cock filling your throat. your eyes are watering, tears welling up and leaking from the corners. when you feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, you tap oscar’s thigh and he releases you. you gasp, chest heaving.

“h-holy shit.” you rasp, still trying to catch your breath. oscar still kneels behind you, lifting you up and pulling your body so that you rest between his legs, your back laying against his front. he gently runs his hands up and down your arm, giving you the chance to calm down.

“sorry, was i too rough?” oscar questions you, pressing an apologetic kiss onto your shoulder. you shake your head, assuring him that you’re fine, that you liked it.

lando is still lost between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man starved. no longer overwhelmed by the feeling of oscar’s cock choking you, you realize how close you are. there’s a tightness inside you, your empty core clenching around nothing. lando suckles at your clit and looks up at you, his eyes glossy and dazed. your legs tighten around his head at how pussydrunk he is, the sight of it making you grow wetter. he closes his eyes, speeding up his ministrations, sucking your clit harder until you’re right on the precipice. you moan loudly, nails digging into oscar’s thighs when you finally let go, legs twitching. lando doesn’t stop licking you, his tongue lapping up more and more of your juices. you manage to release one of your legs from his grip and push at his shoulder with your foot, forcing him away from your core. he whines when you do, pushing back against your foot in an attempt to get his mouth back on you.

“lando, please. i’m already dead.” you groan and oscar laughs at you.

“come on love, i think you’ve had your fill.” oscar smiles at lando, teasingly.

“ugh, fine.” lando stands from between your legs and drags a hand through his curls, looking down at the two of you on the bed. he runs a hand down his chest and to his hard cock, palming himself and biting his lip as he looks at you. “it’s my turn to get your mouth on me, yeah? i think you sucked out oscar’s last few brain cells.”

“still more than you have, dickhead.” lando sticks his tongue out at ocsar’s reply. he sticks his hands into the waistband of his own shorts and pushes them down his legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.

lando gets on the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. he spreads his legs wide and pats his thigh, signalling for you to join him. you roll over and sit up, walking on your knees to the center of the large bed until you kneel in front of lando. your eyes flick down to his hard and waiting cock. it’s much bigger than oscar’s, both in length and width. you reach a hand out and lightly run a finger down his shaft, watching it twitch at your touch. if lando fucks your mouth the way oscar had, you’re certain you’ll be unable to speak tomorrow.

oscar comes up behind you on the bed, running a hand down your back. he unties the strings of your bikini and slips the top from your body, exposing your tits fully to his and lando’s gaze. oscar’s hands cup your tits, squeezing the doughy flesh. you continue to stroke lando’s cock, thumb rubbing at the tip and spreading precum down his shaft. he leans in close and you think he’s going to kiss you again but he goes past you to place his lips on oscar’s instead. you’re trapped between the two men as they kiss, lando’s warm chest pressing up against your bare tits, his cock still in your hand. you’re forced to listen to the sounds of them kissing, lips smacking, oscar letting out little whines as lando licks deeper into his mouth. you wish you could see them better, stuck using your imagination and the sounds they let out to envision it.

oscar pulls his lips from lando’s, pushing him to lean back against the headboard. lando goes easily, staring up at the two of you to see what oscar does next. you let out a yelp when oscar shoves you down, grabbing your calves and pulling them so that you lay flat on your stomach. you raise yourself up on your elbows, turning your head to throw a glare at the man smirking behind you.

“a little warning would have been nice!” oscar just laughs, slapping one of your ass cheeks and spreading your legs so that he can fit between them. you turn back to lando when the other man places his hand on your jaw, turning you to face him. once you’re face to face with his cock, lando shifts his hand to pull your hair into a loose ponytail, using the other to tap his cock against your closed lips. you don’t hesitate to open your mouth for him, looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes.

lando groans at the sight of you, open and waiting for him. he pushes his cock into your mouth, hand in your head guiding your head to bob up and down. you push lando’s hand away from his dick and replace it with your own, stroking whatever your mouth is unable to reach. you pool saliva in your mouth, spitting it onto the head of his cock when he lifts your head off. you use your hand to spread the spit down his shaft, letting it make the slide easier. lando swears and pushes your head back down, pressing you against his pelvis and thrusting his hips into your mouth. you breathe through your nose, swallowing around his cock.

oscar reminds you of his presence by running two fingers through your soaked folds, slipping into your hole and scissoring you open. you moan, hips jerking against the bed, shocked at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. he spends a few minutes taking you apart with his hands and getting you ready for him. you feel the head of his cock pressing against your wet hole. he slips into you with a bit of resistance, but your wetness makes it easy for him to bottom out.

“s-shit. she’s so fucking tight, lando.” oscar groans, hands gripping your cheeks and spreading you open, watching as he pulls his cock out completely before shoving it back in. you moan around lando’s cock in your mouth at the feeling of oscar so deep inside you. “so fucking perfect.”

lando continues to fuck your throat while oscar slams his cock in and out of you, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. you hope that the music upstairs is loud enough to drown out the sound of the three of you because you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that it’s impossible to control your volume. it doesn’t take long for you to come again, squeezing around oscar’s cock. he and lando are right behind you, groaning as they reach their peak. lando holds your head against his pelvis again, forcing you to swallow everything he’s giving you, not letting you up until he’s fully emptied his load into you. oscar grinds his cock into you, pressing down on your hips and laying his full body weight onto your back, caging you in as he shoots his cum deep into your womb. he stays on top of you, cock twitching inside you as the three of you catch your breaths. finally, he presses a kiss against your bare shoulder and sits up, pulling his cock from your core. he watches as his cum leaks from your pussy, dropping a hand down to push it back inside, causing you to flinch away from his touch.

you lay with your head pillowed on lando’s thigh and he runs his fingers through your tangled hair. oscar gets off the bed and walks over to the attached bathroom, you can hear water running before the sink shuts off and he returns. he gently swipes a wet rag between your legs, cleaning up the mess he’d made. once finished, he tosses the rag and it joins your clothes in a pile on the floor.

“that was…” you trail off, unable to come up with the words to describe what just happened. you can honestly say sex had never felt like this before, you’re so exhausted, but fully satisfied.

“yeah.” oscar and lando both agree in unison.

lando lifts your head from his lap, placing it onto a pillow and slipping down to lay properly on the bed. oscar lays down on your other side, hand softly resting on your tummy. lando lays his head on his crossed arms, turning to look at you. you stare up at the ceiling, trying to get your brain to work properly.

“so, do you guys do this often?” you look between the two of them, giggling at the confused look on their faces. “like, sharing a girl?”

“uh, no actually.” oscar blushes, running a hand through his wild hair. he looks over you at lando, the two communicating something with their eyes. “we um–it was sort of a plan we came up with before the trip.”

“more like i wanted to try it out and oscar can’t resist giving me whatever i ask for.” lando speaks up, smirking at oscar who blushes even more.

“yeah, that’s true. but i wanted to do it too, been thinking about it for a while now.”

“well, was it all that you hoped it would be?” you question them, partly teasing. you hope they enjoyed themselves as much as you did. you don’t think you can go back to normal hookups after this, no way anything else compares. “think you’ll make it a regular thing?”

“definitely. though, i can only speak for me when i say this, but i don’t think it would be the same with some other random girl.” lando closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips. you admire his sweet face, his eyelashes fluttering against his tanned skin, sweat still beading on his forehead from your prior activities. “i might have to smuggle you back home with us.”

“you can’t kidnap her, lando.” oscar lifts his hand from your waist and lightly slaps lando on the back. he turns to you with a sincere look in his eyes. “i do agree, that it wouldn’t be the same with someone else. i hope you’ll keep in touch with us.”

you stare back at him, seeing how genuine he is with his words and your heart warms. you’re not sure how it will all work out, but you don’t want this to be a one time thing.

“if you’re ever in monaco, call us up.” lando mumbles into his arms, the words muffled. you close your eyes, relaxing into the fluffy bed beneath you and letting out a breath. you’re definitely going to take them up on that offer, you’re certain you can find an excuse to visit monte carlo.

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