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Foreplay by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill)
Getting a raging hard-on on the duelling room floor, pinned under Harry Potter’s sweaty body, is not how Draco saw his day going, but… Well, here he is.
Draco and Harry are Auror partners, and for some reason Draco has taken up the habit of calling Harry "Sweetheart" like it's a normal thing. It gets Harry all hot and bothered.
During a heated game of Quidditch, Harry and Draco end up in a fight over who caught the Snitch first. Somehow, the argument enters the Slytherin changing room, where things escalate rather quickly...
Persistence is Key by camnoelgallavich & jinlin5
[Gallavich]
Mickey couldn’t help it. He just didn’t get it. He didn’t get what was so fucking great about having somebody’s mouth attached to your asshole like a suckerfish, he didn’t get what could be accomplished by a person’s tongue that couldn’t be exponentially improved upon by an actual cock. Whenever it happened in porn, Mickey would always skip it. It seemed boring to him- the guys getting munched on always acted like they were actively experiencing some sort of goddamn spiritual enlightenment or some other far out type of shit. He was pretty much convinced they had to be faking it. It couldn’t be that fucking good… could it?
Long May They Slam and Slap by BekkaChaos
[Gallavich]
based on a prompt: Ian and Mickey having sex and Mick is all into it, scratching Ian's back, moaning, the whole 9, when his phone rings and it's someone important and he has to answer but Ian doesn't stop fucking him. So Mickey tryna keep it together on the phone while getting his brains banged out
like you do by vroombeams
[Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri]
Lando’s all rumpled, drowning in a hoodie and soft joggers and socks so fuzzy they're almost comical. His hair is a little bit damp and his cheeks are pink. Oscar could write it off as a post-shower sort of vibe if the smell wafting from the room weren’t so distinct.
As it is, well.
Oscar says, intelligently, “You… heat?”
Nouveau Hot by WanderingBlindly
[Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri]
Lando’s hand moves faster, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each stroke, each flick of his wrist. Easy muscle memory, it should be enough but —
“Need you, need you, need you now, I- Osc, please I -oh fuck,” He’s rambling, the words spilling out faster as he desperately chases release — hips fucking up uselessly into his hand.
“That’s too bad, isn’t it?”
off the record by Anonymous
[Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri]
Lando shows up to the circuit bouncing on his feet, fresh-pressed and smug, wearing the shirt.
The shirt from the most recent upload. A thin cream-white thing with faded blue stripes. It had been rumpled in the video, clinging to sweat-slicked skin while a dildo was being fucked into a hole Oscar now knows too well.
Lando bites into a banana and says, “You good?”
Oscar blinks. Thinks about pressing Lando against the wall and having his way with him. Sending Lando off to media duties with a stretched hole and come trickling down his thighs. “Yeah. Fine.”
Or,
Oscar stumbles upon a camboy account that looks a lot like Lando. It ruins his focus, rewires his brain, and makes him want things he shouldn't.
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