i read your brother’s best friend trope and i like it sm😭😭 can we have more about it🫣
hi anon! so i didn't include smut this time - let me know if you want more smut and i will certainly write it as i too looooooove this trope <3
Brother's best friend! Lando secretly pining for you for months - though if anyone was to ask he’d deny it profusely. Always catching your gaze in a room full of people, looking for you in a crowd… the man was yearning for you before he knew the definition of the word.
Brother’s best friend! Lando always taking you home on nights out when you’d had slightly too much to drink because he didn’t trust you’d make it home safely. Tucking you into your bed as you’d whine about not even being that drunk. Your hiccups would say otherwise.
Brother’s best friend! Lando having a very serious talk from your brother about getting a bit too close, especially with your seemingly obvious attachment issues. The warning failed to be played off as a joke as your brother would slap Lando’s back with a smirk, not knowing that Lando is already falling for you.
Brother’s best friend! Lando trying to take his mind off you by sleeping and seeing other girls but none of them are you. None of them laugh like you, none of them think like you - they all fail to live up to the standards you have built up for him.
Brother’s best friend! Lando accepting your drunken offer of a one night stand after the lingering touches at the club are burnt into your skin. The both of you giggling together as he’d pin you to the mattress, all the thoughts and feelings oozing out of him with every snap of his hips.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who swears this cannot happen again and that he is a dead man walking if your brother ever found out. Secretly vowing to himself that now he’s had you once he can cope, he can move on and live a life without you.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who cannot seem to get you out of his head.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who ends up at your door after a bad race weekend, a bottle of whatever and a bunch of semi-wilted flowers that he’d picked up from the petrol station on the way over. A lazy smile toying on his lips as he asks if he can spend the night.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who ends up crying against your chest after the disastrous weekend, his tears hot against your bare skin as you’d cradle him like a small child. Stroking the back of his head, humming in all the right places as he second-guesses his driving capabilities.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who’s never been so vulnerable with someone before, completely exposed as he lays everything bare - how his weekend was so bad, how you’re always on his damn mind, how the rest of the championship is going, how he misses being at home most of the weekends, how he misses having someone waiting for him.
Brother’s best friend! Lando who catches your lips against his; the kiss being the complete opposite of your first one. Slow movements as your tongues danced against one another’s, groaning into the kiss as all of his worries and bad thoughts disintegrate and disappear just for those few special moments.
I NEED Lando being majorly overstimulated after an argument with his girlfriend. Like to make it up to her he lets her have his way with him and she just takes it as revenge, making him cum so many times that he’s just absolutely WRECKED.
“Baby-” His voice broke off as you settled on his lap, his aching cock sitting between the two of you as you gazed at him with that glint in your eye. Lando was a mess - his hair stroked back from his forehead, eyebrows furrowed together in utter pleasure as his mouth hung open. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips you giggled, one hand snaking between your quivering bodies as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.
“But you wanted this, didn’t you?” You purred in his ear, biting down on his earlobe as you dragged your hand up and down his length. He shuddered, back pressed against the headboard as you teased his aching head. His cock was still slick with your spit and his seed, his taste fragmented on your tongue as you swallowed once more, desperate not to forget how he tasted.
And it was true, he did want this.
The argument had been loud and wild, tears streaming down your cheeks as you just told him to go. But instead of running away he’d enveloped you in his arms, insisting he was sorry and that you could work this out. The anger had bubbled inside of you, only subsiding after he’d expressed how badly he needed to be with you right now and how he really would change. The frustration had only made the desire for Lando become more transparent as you coaxed him to the bedroom with a promise of a good time. And of course he complied.
But now he’d cum two times already and he wasn’t sure if he was able to do it again. Your thighs shook steadily as you lifted them just enough for the head of his cock to run through your folds. You were soaked without him even touching you properly, your nipples pearled as you sunk down on his length. The stretch delicious as your walls sucked him in as deep as he could go.
The moan that fell from his lips was nothing short of filthy. Lando’s hands grabbing at your hips as he felt the need to cry out, head lulling back with his eyes fluttering shut. He looked like a masterpiece; all rosy cheeked and open-mouthed, fingers digging into your flesh as you rocked your hips a couple times, trying to establish a pace.
“Feel s’good inside me, Lan, so fucking good-” You whimpered out, his cock twitching inside of you already from the overstimulation you were subjecting him to. It felt like the air had been ripped from his lungs as you bounced harder, your movements deliberate and slow as you felt him come undone once more.
With every buck of your hips his cock would sink deeper, kissing at your cervix. Your fingers laced around his, bringing them to your mouth as you peppered kisses to his knuckles, “You wanna’ cum once more for me? Like a good boy?”
And he couldn’t even muster up the energy to reply properly, feebly nodding as he hid in his face in the crook of your neck. Completely and utterly spent under your body as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your walls pulled him further into you, clenching around him for dear life as you whined his name outloud, desperate for some release of your own.
With a shaky hand you thumbed at your clit, rubbing tight little circles against the sensitive nub as your pussy dragged itself down his length.
He couldn’t help but moan out your name, a wet noise coming from his mouth as he spilled inside of you. Warm spurts of his seed decorated your insides as he collapsed beneath you, hands limp on your waist as you continued to move. But your movements became more sporadic and less intentional as you chased your own high, thumb becoming vicious against your clit as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach.
And he’d merely moan out, unable to take anymore as his toes curled and his vision became a blinding white.
i’m also at work, and I can't stop thinking about coworker! landoscar in an office setting! they’re kind of rivals and you're their reward. they fight over who brings you treats or coffee to your desk, who offers to help you with your work, and who gets to give you a ride home. imagine your back slightly pressed against their chest as they softly explain something close to your ear while watching the other guy from across the room with a smirk.
or coworker! landoscar finding out from your supervisor that you're working extra hours to finish something, so they stay late to keep you company. they sit so close to you that they just become a distraction, and you end up sandwiched between them. lando french kissing you softly while caressing your breast through your disheveled shirt, and oscar softly marking your neck, his lips gliding up to hotly whisper how good of a girl you are while nipping behind your earlobe. his hand is under your skirt with your panties pulled to the side as his fingers hit deep on that sweet spot that makes you whimper into lando’s mouth.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar side-eyeing each other from across the room whenever you started to look a little lost with your work, pen between your teeth as you’d chew at the plastic mindlessly because you knew one one of them would soon come running to your aid. In instances like this it would always be Lando, his crisp white shirt tucked into his trousers as he’d lean down behind you, grazing your shoulder ever-so slightly as he’d explain what exactly to click on to submit the files you were struggling with. All whilst Oscar would be seething across his computer screen, swearing incoherently at Lando as he made his way back to his desk, content with helping you, the new pretty girl.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar always fighting over who got to offer you a lift home when it was getting dark. Standing at the bus stop with your sodden clothes, pleasantly surprised when Oscar would pull over and wind the window down, “I’m going your way, climb in.”
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar always buying you lunch or afternoon snacks because they know you get irritable when you’re hungry. Always coming back after your small break to see a plastic tub of your favourite lunch-time takeaway with a little post-it note saying enjoy :)
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar making sly comments to one another over afterwork drinks because they both were competing for your utmost attention yet you were sharing it to them both. Their hands gripping the glass of whatever they were drinking as they joked about the other backing off because it was obvious you were interested in him.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar starting to work later and later to keep you company in the derelict office, wheeling their chairs up to your desk to help you file away the days work. All of you making small chit-chat as they asked about your day and your weekend plans.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar slightly grazing your thighs whenever they passed you an extra sheet of paper to file, their gazes shifting from one another to you as you’d swallow thickly because you’d been trying to block this image out of your head for the past few weeks but their behaviour had become impossible to ignore.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar seeing who would make the first move as Lando stood up to stretch, back pressing against your chest as he’d lean over and slyly inform you that you filed something incorrectly. His breath hot against your cheek as he’d lean in deliciously close, enough to smell the peppermint on his tongue, as he’d hold the outside of your hand, fingertips grazing your knuckles, showing you where to file the paper.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar making it hard for you to think straight as Oscar would amp up the temperature, his hand finding the curve of your knee to stop you from bouncing it absentmindedly. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk as he watched Lando’s eyes burn into the back of his hand, which trailed up your leg to your inner thigh with a gentle squeeze.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar fighting for attention in the way they knew best as Lando cupped the side of your face, tracing your tongue with his as Oscar’s teeth nipped at your exposed neck. Your blouse disheveled, buttons undone, as Lando’s hands kneaded at your bra-cladded breasts. Your hands laced in both of their hairs as you pulled and pushed at them both, obsessed with the way your body ignited with the pleasure of being kissed and touched by them both.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar once again making sly, underhand comments as you moaned and whined for them both. Oscar’s hand trailing up your skirt, bunching it at your waist as he’d trace over the heat of your pussy. Carefully pushing your underwear to the side with a sigh as he collected your excitement on the pad of his finger, wrapping his lips around it with a delicious hum.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar absolutely ravishing you there and then, across your desk as the computer buzzed softly. Paperwork discarded on the floor as Lando would pepper kisses to your exposed chest, letting your nipples pearl in his mouth as he sucked and nipped at them gently; Oscar’s fingers curling inside of you as he licked a strip from the crook of your neck to your earlobe, whining in your ear about how tight you were.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar taking it in turns to make you moan, the sounds coming from your mouth just as pretty as you were. Lando's mouth slotting against yours as he sucked your tongue into his mouth, biting it down on it gently. The feeling of Oscar's fingers grazing your sweet spot inside of you making you rock your hips against his hand, the desk shaking slightly as you felt yourself near the edge of ecstasy.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar helping you clear up the mess you made with tissues and hand-wipes, careful not to be too abrasive as you whimpered at the gentleness of them both. Oscar cooing about how he wanted to do that for ages whilst Lando is pressing kisses to your thighs.
Coworkers! Lando and Oscar unable to make eye contact with one another the next day as they felt their cheeks burn under your gaze because now it was you actively chasing them.
how about landoscar but you’re riding oscar’s cock and lando’s behind you grabbing your hips and controlling the pace and rubbing your clit from behind while whispering filthy things in your ear and marking your neck 😮💨 oh! and also forcing you to make eye contact with oscar while oscar looks just SO SEXY laying down there practically melting at his view???? 😵💫
this had me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
"Look at Osc' whilst you ride him-" Lando's voice is muffled against your neck as he nips at the skin, tugging the flesh of your neck gently between his teeth as your head lulled back. His fingers were slick against your clit as he rubbed at the sensitive nub, cooing as you writhed against his chest with relentless moans leaving your mouth.
Oscar would look up at you, all wide-eyed and rosy cheeked. Completely in awe at the way you clenched around him with every stroke of your hips, your tits bouncing gently as he argued with his mind of where to look. Maybe your face, delighted with the way it scrunched up with pleasure. Maybe your chest and the way it jiggled with every rock of your hips. Or maybe where your bodies connected, where his cock became swallowed by your sweet little pussy. Instead his vision shifted from one to the other, drinking in the sight of you all pliant and pressed up against another man.
Lando's fingers dug into your hips, positioning them gently as he helped you steady yourself on Oscar. Each draw of your hips had you whimpering out; the pleasure from both of the men having their way with you surging through your body as you felt it become ablaze. Each bite from Lando was followed with an opened-mouthed kiss, his lips sloppy against you as he worked your clit with the pad of his finger.
Each deliciously deliberate circle drew out the nastiest, wettest moan from you, the feeling of being so full from Oscar earning a guttural whine. Oscar bucked up to meet your movements halfway, the head of his cock engulfed in your pussy as it kissed your cervix prettily. The way Lando's finger pressed tight circles against you only had you clenching harder around Oscar, the noises coming from the three of you nothing short of a filthy orchestra.
riding oscar’s thighs after a super exhausting day?🙏 like omg look at this man’s thighs, making me go feral fr
THIGH RIDING SAVES LIVES BTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The dull ache between your legs had been there all day - starting after watching his back muscles flex as he got dressed after his morning shower, his skin glistening with water droplets as you sighed contently. You’d tried to have him there and then but you were already verging on late, your phone alarm blaring as you begrudgingly got yourself ready for the day.
But the thought of your boyfriend beneath you had followed you around all day. Sitting in the confinements of your brain as you trudged through your work-day, almost crying with relief as he’d sent you a quick “in the area, be there in ten to pick you up x” text.
“I missed you today.” You mumbled against his lips as you finally joined him on the sofa, wrapping one leg around his thigh as you peppered kisses to the corner of his mouth. He could tell you were needy, silently noting the way your hands trailed his jaw and down the crook of his neck as the other pawed at the material of his shirt. And he’d let you lead the way, breaking the silence with questions about your day as you answered against his neck, nipping at him gently.
You were soon straddling him - thighs either side of his, clothed centre pressed against his bulge as you’d sigh contently. Truth was you needed to feel him but your limbs throbbed after the strenuous day, settling for the next best thing as you pushed your pyjama shorts halfway down your legs. And Oscar knew what was happening, fumbling as he tried to help you free of them, giggling softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you settled against his muscled thigh.
The contact alone would make you whimper, the sound the prettiest he’d heard all day as he planted each hand of your hips, a silent way of offering his support if you needed it. Your clothed pussy was pressed against his toned muscle, the sensation enough to make you buck your hips as your tongue wetted your bottom lip. And he’d still be questioning about your day as you dragged yourself against him, head lulling against his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him as close as you could with every rock of your hips.
The feeling was delicious. Exactly what you had been craving since that morning - your movements deliberate and rushed as you let the exhaustion of the day seep from your body and out of your system. Your clit would rub against the material of your underwear, of which you were figuring whether you got rid of or not as you rode Oscar’s thigh in an unrelenting manner. Each draw of your hips had your lungs gasping for air, your pussy soaking through the fabric of your underwear as you left little lines of excitement over your boyfriend's thighs. And of course he found it the hottest thing ever, pushing you harder against him as he bit at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a lustful whine.
was recently my birthday and i was having oscar thoughts…. i think he’d be very very sweet on ur birthday and take his time — 🪽
happy belated birthday my lovely sweet angel <3
“Happy birthday baby-” He’d kiss along your inner thigh, peppering the skin as he went with his rosy lips. His hands were caressing your hips, kneading the flesh so tenderly as you writhed beneath him. Oscar liked taking his time anyway, but tonight was special - he’d lit the right candles, cooked the right food and now he was going to show you exactly how much he loved you.
Every single one of his movements were deliberate: from the kisses on your jawline as he whispered about how beautiful you looked (he’d do this even when you swore you were at your worst), to the way he made you look at him from the dinner table as he curled two fingers inside of you. The first of your birthday treats.
And now every tantalisingly slow kiss was deliberately pressed to your skin, nipping and licking over areas as he worked his way to where you needed him most. His hair tickled you as his head grazed your pussy, the sound that left your mouth so deliciously sweet he swore he could cum right there on the spot if you carried on like that.
The thing with Oscar is that he found giving you pleasure was the most euphoric thing he could experience. His cock was hard against his trousers at the mere thought of devouring you on the bed, fisting the sheets either side as he willingly pushed your thighs open around his shoulders. Just enough contact to have your head lulling to the side in anticipation.
As his mouth made contact with your heat you swore you saw heaven, lifting your hips off the bed to buck against his face in a disgustingly sexy way. His tongue would part your folds, licking one stripe before suckling against your clit, enjoying the way you writhed beneath him because my god he knew how to make you feel good. You’d still be slightly sensitive from cumming earlier, your thighs still sticky as you clamped them around his head.
But he’d pry them apart, mumbling about how pretty she tasted as you felt your limbs become ignited with pleasure. With one hand laced through his hair you pushed and pulled his head this way and that, chanting his name out in a half-whimper, half-groan as your stomach tightened. You’d be clenching around nothing, your hole desperate for a little attention as he pressed one kiss to your clit before ducking his head further, needing to taste more of you as he rutted against the mattress. He knew he’d be cumming before you were if he carried on, his cock aching in the confinements of his bottoms as he moaned against you, “She’s taking me so well baby, tastes s’fucking amazing-”
And not one of his tongue strokes or open-mouthed kisses would be rushed. No, he was taking his time as he devoured every inch of your pussy, biting at your inner thigh as you rocked yourself against him steadily, enjoying the euphoric pleasure that was ricocheting through your veins.
Trying to read in his T-shirt but needy Lando just won’t let you focus
You’d been trying to finish the chapter of your book for the past twenty minutes but Lando was being nothing but a distraction to you. His hand ventured from the curve of your knee to your inner thigh as he watched the way your eyes danced across the pages, squeezing the flesh ever-so tenderly to gain a reaction from you. Of which you gladly offered, deeply sighing as you settled your book down on the arm of the sofa, “Just let me finish this and I’m all yours.”
But how could he do such a thing when you were sitting there, curled into his side, wearing his t-shirt. The hem of the shirt tickled your upper thighs, the material enveloping your body as you’d searched for this exact one after your shower. It was a given: Lando brought shirts and you wore them. A simple exchange that always had varying consequences.
Tonight’s repercussions were his hands being all over you - slipping between the material and the curve of your stomach, tracing idle patterns against your skin as he whined against your neck because he so badly needed your attention.
But you were reluctant in giving in, the satisfaction of finishing this book once and for all utterly insatiable.
“But you’ve been reading that for the past hour!” He’d pout; bottom lip quivering comically as you’d roll your eyes dramatically. Lando would not settle until you gave in and gave him what he wanted - which in this moment was you. Every inch of you.
Gripping your thighs he looked at you with that pathetically needy glint in his eyes - silently instructing you to stop reading and to pay attention to him. And you hadn’t seen that look in a long time, your heart pulsating in your chest as you mentally argued over the book and your desperate boyfriend - of which there was an obvious answer, always.
His fingers picked at the book, taking it from your hands as he tossed it to the other side, “That’s better.”
Before you could even contest your lips would be against his, moving together gently as you relaxed into the kiss. From his mouth alone you were a goner - completely pliant under his touch as he wrapped one hand around the back of your head whilst the other kneading the skin of your thigh. A silent way of asking you to give him what he so badly wanted.
Your mouths moved in unison, a small whine being swallowed back by Lando as you gripped at his hair, tugging the loose curls between your fingers as your tongues lapped against one another. It was a passionate kiss, dripping with lust as he pushed your head further into his. Almost as if he wanted to devour you, to completely take over you.
“You interrupted me…” You’d rest your forehead against his, staring with intent as a lopsided smirk decorated his cheeks. You wished you could take a photo of him at that exact moment - all rosy cheeked and swollen lipped.
“You didn’t protest much…” He swiped at the elastic band of your underwear, pulling it from your skin before letting it snap back into place. The heat that had started to pool in your stomach spread, your arms riddled with goosebumps at the possibility of being full of him within ten minutes. You tenderly reached out a finger, swiping it across his bottom lip before letting him suckle it into his mouth, “You’re going to be the death of me, Mr Norris.”
That’s all it took before he was forcing you back onto the sofa, the plushness of the sofa pressing against your back as he clambered on top of you. Your legs would wrap around his waist, auto-pilot style, as you met his mouth again with a groan of satisfaction.
His fingers would work their way from your outer hip to your inner thigh, scratching softly as he trailed it further towards your clothed heat. You could feel the dampness starting to pool in the fabric of your underwear, his thumb pressing against your covered clit as you gasped audibly into the kiss.
Learning your reaction he did it again; small circles rubbing against the sensitive nub as you bucked your hips in search of something else, something more. Which he would normally provide - always ready to devour you whenever you needed it. But you’d been ignoring him for the past few hours, his stolen touches and noticeable glances unheeded as you were determined to finish the book. The same book he had brought you a few weeks back after hearing you bang on about it one afternoon.
“Patience darling,” He’d whimper against your lips, tucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he sped up the movement of his thumb. Harsh and deliberate against your clit, the material of your underwear becoming more and more sodden with every unhurried stroke. You could feel your limbs being set alight with pleasure, your stomach tightening with that all-too familiar knot as you moaned unapologetically into his mouth. Of which Lando deliciously swallowed it back, grinning against you as he pushed his thumb harder against you. Deliberately trying to make you come undone without him properly touching you.
The friction of the pad of his thumb and your underwear was all too much, your eyes shutting harshly as you felt the beginning of your orgasm brewing on the horizon. Lando was rutting against you, his hips rocking against yours as you felt his cock brush against your inner thigh, desperately looking for some release of his own.
thigh riding lando whilst he's stupidly playing one of his video games because you're just so desperate and needy and he didn't take care of you in time so you're pushing your underwear to the side and riding his muscled thigh instead :(
