Shushu/tong Ss 20

please, ruin my life

mee sorry

the most annoying person you know is having some very normal thoughts about these 4 sitting by each other

being a Lando fan before and during Miami GP:

being a Lando fan now:

Hang this in the louvre

never getting over this btw

wanna sit on his lap

Imagine hanging out with Jason (as friends) and he lets you rummage through the pockets of the leather jacket he’s wearing

He watches you with a soft gaze. You reaching into his pockets, is the closest he’s had to nonviolent physical touch in so long.

You pull out a pocket knife, he’s already confiscating it

Some random bullets, a scrap of a shopping list, a receipt, cherry chapstick, and one of your hair ties (the one he’s not wearing on his wrist)

never wanted to be anyone’s controversially younger girlfriend more than i want to be his

leaving glossy lip marks all over frankie’s face when he comes home. sitting in his lap and holding his face as he pretends he doesn’t enjoy all the attention. soft tits nearly spilling out of your nightie.

“yeah yeah, alright alright.” he chuckles raspily as you dive all over him, not wasting a moment when he lowers himself tiredly onto the couch, crawling into his lap.

you’re already a little turned on, making it hard to ignore the way his jean clad crotch is pressed right to your lacy panties but at the forefront — you just missed him, kissing all over his cheeks not caring about the glossy prints you left behind. he didn’t either. “yeah y’know you’re real lucky i didn’t get all messy today. would have ruined this pretty little thing.” he snaps the strap of your nightie lightly and you giggle, biting down on your lip.

“wouldn’t mind! just missed you a lot.” you sigh, cupping his rough cheeks as you bring your mouth to his, finally letting him push his tongue past your lips, causing your hips to automatically roll.

“yeah? what ‘bout that angel-pussy, huh? she miss me too?” he gravels against your lips, and you swear you feel yourself contract around nothing. you suddenly have no words, just moaning and nodding into his shoulder and he’s rubbing your hips soothingly. “yeah. can’t handle all that talk can you?” he nuzzles at your jaw, pressing a loving kiss there. “lemme lay you down baby. look after you.”

OSCAR PIASTRI FP1 // Canadian GP 2023