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racing hearts → op81

oscar piastri x plus size!fem reader

genre: drivers room smut, established relationship

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 2.7k

song: cupid's chokehold- gym class heroes

sidenote: hi everyone! finally the new fic is here and it's an oscar one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic because i don't have a plan for the next one haha. also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Silvertone made you nervous, don't get me wrong, all of Oscars races made you incredibly nervous but it wasn't often you were in the paddock watching in person. He was doing good, no matter how he did you were always proud of him, but it was nice to hear him over the radio sounding happy. Your nerves got the best of you, and you found yourself shaking your leg and biting your nails, before it got worse you decided a little walk around the paddock would be calming. 

You and Oscar had been dating a little over two years, and those two years had been amazing. You remember his year as a reserve driver and all the hesitation that he felt. You remember when he first got word about getting a spot in f1 and the tears of joy that fell down your face when he told you. You remember every big and little moment that has impacted your relationship. 

Before dating, you guys were friends, you were getting your masters degree in London and happened to be friends with one of his friends. Everything kinda felt like fate, when you first met him you had been so shy, of course you had heard about the hot shot f2 driver, and of course you had been nervous. A part of this nervousness and shyness you felt was because you were worried how he would react to you being a bigger girl. 

To your surprise Oscar was amazing to you. And over the next couple of moments as he was pursuing you, he did not shy away from being affectionate.

You would like to say the rest was history but it wasn't, that your relationship had its ups and downs. Oscar wanted to go public with your relationship, it was you who had told him we should hold off. You knew how people would react and this was his first year in f1, you didn't want to add to that stress. People would bombard him on his social media posts, interviews would ask questions, you couldn't do that to him. After all he's worked for. Truth be told you would like to show your affection to Oscar in public, to be able to hold and kiss him after a good quali or a podium, but you knew how mean the internet could be and you couldn't do that to him or yourself.

The sound of the cars pull you out of your trace and you figure it was time to head back to the garage and watch. You felt a pit in your stomach, he was doing good, and only a few laps left but anything could happen. With the final lap you see he finished 4th, you were extremely happy for him. But in the back of your mind, you knew Oscar would be mad. Mad that he was so close to a podium. Despite that you couldn’t wait to hug and congratulate him. 

The garage was crowded, roars and screams echoed in your ears. The team was proud of their 2nd and 4th finish. And while no one knew why you were there or your intentions, you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of both boys. 

You knew it would take Oscar a while to finish his debriefing, post race interviews, and just overall navigating the garage. You took it upon yourself to sneak into his drivers room and wait until he’s done. Walking in see a small picture of you and him nestled away near his backpack.

A sudden jolt of possessiveness, and just overall happiness rings through you. At the end of the day you couldn’t believe Oscar and you were together. He was the most amazing, caring and loving person you could’ve ever imagined to have. You knew you had to do something when he came into the room to cheer him up because, even though fourth place was an incredible finish, Oscar always thrived for more. 

You make yourself comfortable, slipping off your shoes and putting your hair in a ponytail. You looked through the tiny closet that was in the drivers room, where he said he would leave a larger hoodie for you to wear after the race if it was cold. It was the little things like this that made you love him even more. While you weren’t the type of girl who could wear his hoodies or shirts because they were too small on you. He made the extra effort to give you what you wanted. 

While waiting, you came up with the most amazing idea, you and Oscar had a pretty active sex life. You were both young, what could you say? it was always pretty difficult during practice days and qualities to find time alone with each other but today you decided you were going to plan something special. 

You found yourself getting excited at the idea, crossing your legs you try to create some friction to hold yourself off until Oscar gets into the room, but luck was not on your side today, and it took two more hours until Oscar finally entered the room, looking exhausted, flushed and sweaty. 

His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. Just how you liked it when his hair was down. His pretty eyes sparkled at you, but through his smile, you could tell he was disappointed and sad.

“Hi baby, how was debrief?” you questioned

“Same old, same old just took longer to get out because they wanted to strategize on how we can get a one-two next race. Are you ready to go? I’m exhausted, starving and I need to shower desperately.”

Before you can nod, you remember the plan you had made a couple hours earlier. He might be too tired to do anything, but all you can do is try.

“Why don’t you sit down for a minute Osc, we can get you changed out of your fireproofs, and wait a little while traffic is still dying down. Here let me order us some food to be delivered back to the hotel for later on” 

You quickly get on your phone and order his favorite post race meal, a chicken burger with sweet potato fries. You opt out and get yourself something different. After placing your order, you start to grab his change of clothes that he brought with him. When you are face to face in front of him, you see Oscar looking up at you with the most fondest eyes, and quiet smile. 

Oscar wasn’t the most romantic person in the world, but just by existing he made up for it. Nonetheless he never strayed away from complimenting you.

“Have I told you, you are the best girlfriend in the world, you take such good care of me”

“You’ve said it once or twice but I wouldn’t mind hearing it more” you wink as you slowly start to take off his undershirt. You take the liberty to also take off his pants, so you kneel down in front of him and start to pull off his boots one by one. This felt extremely intimate and it left you with a flushed feeling.  

You gesture him to lift his hips so you could pull off the remaining part of his fireproofs that were pooled loosely around his waist. Once he does this you shimmy them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“You did so good today baby” you said while rubbing your hands up and down the tops of his thighs.

“You raced so well. You don’t know how proud I am of you. My rookie, my baby, you are so perfect Osc, my one and only”

You see a tint of red cover his cheeks and nose. This was something you guys have been experimenting more with, you being dominant. You weren’t gonna do that today. Tonight you just wanted to let him know how good he was. You slowly see a tent pop up in his boxers

“Oh my, my, Oscar what’s this, do you like hearing how good you are? Well you are, you are so good” 

Instead of replying, Oscar tries to hide his face with his forearm. That just won’t do.

“Oh no no no, don’t hide yourself from me, isn’t that what you always tell me”

He slowly removes his forearm to look down at you. 

“Baby can I please suck you off, want to show you how proud I am”

He nods his head yes and lets out a tiny please. 

That’s all you needed to hear before you slide his boxers off. His pretty pink cock springs free, red at the tip, angry looking and dripping. Oscar had the prettiest cock you had ever seen, to be fair you had only seen a couple in your life but his was so pretty. Average in length, maybe a bit below, but thick, pale with a pink tinge to it. Oscar left things pretty natural in the hair department but that never bothered you. Everything about him just made sense. 

Your mouth instantly drools at the sight of it, laying across his tummy. You spit in your right hand and grasp it at the base, and slowly drag your hand up his shaft. You look up to see Oscar’s eyes slowly flutter close. A tiny breath leaves his mouth. You decided now was the time to praise him some more.

“You have such a pretty cock Oscar, fucks me so well, fills me up in the best way possible. No one has ever made me come the way you do, you take such good care of me, let me do the same for you”

With that you bring your head down to softly lick the head, swirling your tongue around the tip, you dip your head down and lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and fully take the head into your mouth. 

Oscar’s hands were gripping the couch as hard as he could, trying to keep the moans at a minimum, the driver room walls were very thin. Oscar was usually on the quieter side, but you don’t know what possessed you to say this.

“Don’t hold back, be loud love, I want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel, want everyone to know I’m in here worshiping your cock”

“Fuck y/n you have such a dirty mouth” he whined. 

You giggled and brought your cheek down to nestle his cock. Grabbing it firmly you slap it against your face leaving a slight sting. You couldn’t help but look up at him as you did this, he was staring down at you, mouth agape. 

“I left your cheek all red” he muttered, you could sense he felt a little bad because of it. You couldn’t have that.

“Good, want us to walk out here knowing just what we did” and even though you know when you walked out people would think you were a McLaren worker because of your outfit, you couldn’t help but feel excited walking out into the world knowing you had just done what you did with thee Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar is fully back in your mouth again, hash breaths and tiny moans are coming from the man above you. Bobbing your head up and down you try your best to fully take his entire length. It was hand because he was stretching your mouth so wide with his thickness. You focus your tongue at the head, swirling and moving your tongue back and forth at the spot the connects the tip to the base. That brings out the biggest moan from him. You immediately look up to see his eyes are shut close and his lip looks like it’s about to start bleeding from how hard he’s biting it.

Continuing to focus on the head, you bring your hand down to his balls and cup them. You softly rub and massage them. You knew once you did this Oscar would finish soon.

“Want you to fuck my mouth, want to feel it for days after you leave London, want to remember how good you fuck my throat” you say to him with eyes that were begging.

“Are you sure baby? Don’t want to hurt you”

“If you hurt me I’ll slap your thigh, but trust me I want this”

He nods and grabs the back of your head to place you back on his cock. He starts slow, hand loosely grabbing the back of your head, guiding you softly. You try to relax your throat, because soon he starts to pick up his pace. Instead of the soft hold, he is harshly grabbing your hair, using it to move you up and down. You do your best to still use your tongue despite Oscar moving you at a very fast pace. 

“Fuck I’m gonna come soon” he whispers

You knew he was close to the edge by the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock was throbbing. You look up at him the best as you could and nod, hoping he got the message to finish in your mouth. In all honesty, you wanted him to come all over your face but you still had to walk through the paddock to his car. 

His hips start to stutter and he stops moving your head, arms fallen to his side. He lets out a loud groan and you feel the warm white liquid flood your mouth. You swallow and open your mouth to show him. He also groans at this, cupping your face he bring you up to connect you both in a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, no tongue, nothing crazy, just sweet.

You smile at him and stand up, you know you are drenched but you didnt want to do anything else in this room. Oscar may be able to be quite, but there so guarantee with you.

“Want me to eat you out” Oscar asked with his face in your neck as you sat next to him. 

“No, you can fuck me later if you are up for it, but we should be going soon, the food is probably going to be delivered before we get there”

He nods “Where did you learn to talk like that” Oscar asks as he puts on his new pair of boxers.

“I don’t know what you mean, I was just speaking the truth” you wink.

He gives you a uhhuh look and continues to get dressed. You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t completely look disheveled. The slight redness on your cheek was still there but you wanted that. You dug in Oscar’s bag for a piece of gum and popped it in your mouth. You both get ready in silence. As you are about to leave you stop him.

“You do know I am genuinely proud of you, and I can’t wait to see how much you grow and succeed, I love you.” You say and kiss his cheek. 

“I love you too, you are the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend ever, I can’t wait for people know you are mine”

Something overcame you. You grab his hand and nod, if someone finds out and spreads it, you could care less. You were tired of hiding this. You see the smile and lead the way out of the drivers room.

Hand in hand you both walked down the paddock, you were proud of your boyfriend. No more being scared. He deserves this and more. His hand was warm and you knew everything was right. You had no doubt in your mind that next season you would both be back here but celebrating a podium instead. 

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one more | op81

summary: oscar can’t get enough of his girlfriend after nearly two months apart.

author’s note: this is depraved. i did not mean to write this, it’s 4-5k and it was supposed to be a short blurb about oscar eating pussy and this is where it ended up. also tysm for 100 followers ily

warnings: hint of breeding kink, bit of forced orgasm st the end bc oscar is… ravenous. 18+ minors do not interact

Oscar could tell his girlfriend was unaware of how loud her begging and moaning had grown as he pushed her over the edge for a second time. He couldn’t care less how loud she got as she rocked her hips into his face and pulled his hair as she moaned his name and simultaneously begged him to keep going and whined that she was too sensitive. Her pleas as she came on his face were motivation for him to continue and he got more into it, spelling his name into her clit as he moved one hand from around her thigh to between them so he could slide two fingers into her slick cunt. The slick sound of his fingers curling in and out of her and her moans mixed together and made his cock leak in his boxers as he nibbled on her clit and she sharply tugged his hair in response.

Oscar’s eyes fluttered open as pulled his mouth away suddenly and gasped for air, if he kept going he thought he might cum like that. She blearily blinked up at him while he panted above her with that crazed look in his eyes, lips red and puffy as he sucked her wetness off his lower lip. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling as she moaned from his fingers fucking her. His eyes followed the trail of hickeys from her thigh, to her hip, all the way up her stomach, chest, and neck, until they met her kissed and bitten raw lips. He kissed his way up the bruises he’d left, blushing at how depraved he had been to do that. He couldn’t blame himself, he hadn’t seen her in weeks, almost two months, and she wore his favorite dress. It was technically a new dress, but the moment he saw her in it he decided it was his new favorite. He liked it even more when after making out against the room door he walked her backwards to the full length hotel mirror before he spun her around so he could unzip the back, watching in the mirror as it slid down her body and she was left in nothing but her heels.

He hadn’t known about the lack of underwear, if he had… jesus christ he would have faked an illness to get away and fuck her. So really, you couldn’t blame him for leaving a trail of bruises down her entire body while she begged for him to touch her.

She thought he was going to kiss her as he stared at her lips and licked his own, whimpering as his fingers pulled out of her and he held them up and scissored them in front of her face, strings of her slick spreading between them. He pressed them back together as he tapped her bottom lip and her lips parted. Oscar immediately pressed his fingers into her mouth, her tongue pressing between his digits and he groaned, “Fuck, why haven’t I done this before?” She whined around his fingers as he pressed them back on her tongue, to the back of her throat and she started to gag before she relaxed her throat. “Good girl, fuck, you’re so good for me.” His voice was hushed and breathy, and she eagerly sucked on his fingers as her eyes fluttered shut at the praise. He began fucking his fingers in and out of her mouth as he pushed his boxers down his thighs and stroked himself.

Oscar rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, collecting the wetness before he stroked it over himself a few times and lined up with her entrance. He could feel her cunt fluttering around him before he had even pushed in, and he teased her by pressing just the head in and swirling it around a few times before pulling out and repeating. His free hand slid from her hip to her lower stomach, pressing her hips down into the bed as she tried pressing herself onto his cock.

Oscar couldn’t help but admit he loved having her at his mercy like this as he pulled her apart piece by piece. He knew he was bigger than her, she was only five inches shorter than him, but he had a much smaller frame, one that made it so easy to hold her down or manhandle her to get her how he wanted her. His hand looked giant on her flat stomach, fingers stretched out spanning her smooth skin. All he needed was one single hand to hold her steady underneath him, or flip her over, pull her on top of him. And she’d let him do whatever, soft and pliable in his hands as she trusts him to do whatever he’s planning, even when his mind is running wild like now. He finally sinks into her with no warning and her mouth falls open in a moan around his fingers before she closes it again and bites softly at the tips of his fingers. He’d stopped fucking her mouth with his fingers, just rested them on her tongue and he blushed as he pulled them out and pressed his hand into the bed next to her head as he dipped down and kissed her.

Oscar’s mouth tasted like her and she whimpered into the kiss as he slowly rocked his hips into hers. The kiss was soft and languid as he moved his hand from her stomach to cup her cheek. She puffed air from her nose and it tickled his cheek, making hin giggle into the kiss. She smiled and nudged her nose against his as she broke the kiss, “This is nice, but I want.. more.” His eyebrows quirked but he didn’t change his pace. She sighed and he felt her hot breath hit her lips, “Oz, please, I can see that look in your eyes, fuck me like you want, however you want, just fuck me please.” He pulled out of her and his hands were on her hips and he flipped her onto her stomach before she could complain about it.

He pressed a pillow under her hips and his hands found her thighs and pulled them apart. She folded her arms behind her head and pressed her cheek into her arm as she looked back at him. Oscar’s hands slid up her thighs to her ass before rubbing over her cheeks and grasping at the flesh of her ass. She was so wet that it was dripping down her ass crack and to the mattress when she was on her back, a wet spot forming where she had been as he made her cum with his mouth. Now, the sight of her puffy wet cunt and asshole were sending his mind reeling as he thought about how she begged him to fuck her however he wanted.

She should have expected it when he flipped her over, and just now when she saw his hand pull back, but she was still shocked when his palm made contact with her ass cheek and sent a rush of pain and pleasure through her. She bit into her arm to muffle her startled moan as he repeated the action on the other side in quick succession. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, anxiously waiting for another spank as he moved between her legs again and pressed his cock against her clit teasingly.

His voice was low as he suddenly asked, “You said anything?” She hummed and nodded so he continued, “Can I put my finger in your ass?”

She blinked at him, shocked by his question, but wasn’t completely opposed. It took her a moment to collect herself and nod as she mumbled, “I’ve never done that before.”

He suddenly looked at her and grinned, “Me neither. I’m going to fuck you first, get you relaxed, then do it while I’m fucking you okay? I don’t have lube so I’m gonna use spit.” Her stomach clenched and she nodded a bit too eagerly and pressed her face into her arms as she blushed at his words. He pressed the head of his cock into her entrance as he asked, “Do you want a warning?” She shook her head in her arms and he grinned as he bottomed out and her back arched to press him deeper inside of her.

He began fucking her quickly, hands on her ass to hold her in place as he pulled out completely then bottomed out, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside of her that made her whine his name. She was already sensitive from two orgasms, and despite her face being buried in her arms, he could hear her moans and whimpers clear as day. She was putty in his hands as he fucked her, and he couldn’t control the urge to lean down to bite her shoulder as she clenched around him as she pressed her ass back into him. Oscar kissed the bite mark he left on her shoulder and pulled back, his right hand left its place on her lip and he sucked his pointer finger into his mouth, wetting it with spit. He kept it there for a minute as he fucked her, not wanting her to be expecting it. He waits until he feels her cunt fluttering around him, on the verge of her orgasm, before he spits onto her asshole and presses his finger against it.

He teasingly rubbed her second hole, pressing the tip of his finger in. When her body doesn’t fight back, he spits on where his finger is sinking into her and presses further. Oscar could see and feel the shudder that ran through her as his finger bottomed out in her ass, her back arched beautifully and she came around his cock with no warning for either of them. It hit her like a tsunami, she didn’t realize how close she was until he’d pressed his finger inside her suddenly and she felt so much more full, could feel the stretch of his finger in her and she didn’t remember it being so long and thick when he’d fuck her pussy with it. It made her mind go blank, her body shaking as she gasped and moaned while pressing her hips back for more. He began fucking his finger in and out of her ass in sync with his cock and his other hand shifted between her thighs where they met to rub her clit with two fingers. The contact hurt at first, his fingers rough as they rubbed at her sensitive bud before easing up on her and swirling soft patterns around her.

She began gasping and whining into her arms after her third orgasm, blabbering nonsense about how good he felt inside of her, how she had missed him. She was talking so much Oscar had mostly tuned it out, eyes locked on where he was fucking her and he couldn’t think about anything else but how close he was. “Oz, please, ‘m so close.. want to feel it.” His gaze suddenly snapped up to her and saw she still had her face buried in the sheets.

“Yeah? Cum with me then, baby, give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.” She whined at his words and came a moment later as she moaned his name. The feeling of her clenching around him as she begged him to fill her up sent him over the edge, and his hips froze as he bottomed out and spilled his load in her. He pulled his finger from her ass and leaned down to bite her shoulder again teasingly. He groaned when she pressed herself back against him with a whimper. "You're fucking insatiable, you know? You want me to keep going, fuck my cum in you?" She whimpered again and nodded, and he peeled his body away from hers. His cock left her and he flipped her back over, her arms that had been supporting her head, fell above her head as she arched her hips into bed in disappointment as he stared at her dripping pussy, his cum leaking out of her. Just before she complained, he lined his cock back up with her entrance, collecting his cum that had dribbled out and pressed inside again, her pussy clenched around him and his cock twitch with over sensitivity. A shiver ran up his spine as he bottomed out and he mumbled, “Wanted to see you, baby. Open your eyes for me." Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked at him prettily as she lifted her arms to reach for him. He leaned down so she could wrap her hands around his neck and pull him down, fingers tangling in her hair as he began rocking his hips against hers. He was always unreadable with the stupid blank face, but now even more so as he stared into her eyes while licking his lips, she wanted to let her eyes flutter shut again to escape the skin crawling intensity of his gaze. She arched her back and tugged on his hair to give herself a reason to close her eyes, watching his flutter shut as she pulled him down for a kiss before hers followed just before their lips met. His lips were soft and pillowy against hers and she sighed, curling her fingers in his hair as she rocked her hips into his. He practically purred into her mouth when she scratched her nails against his scalp.

He pulled back after a moment to watch he again, eyes traveling down her bodies to where his cock was slowly gliding in and out of her, his cum coating his cock, spilling out around it when he pulled out and fucked it back in. The slick sound was sickening, he should have felt embarrassed by how turned on he was by it, and realistically this was stupid, neither of them wanted kids (at least not so young, so early in his career) but jesus christ did they rely on birth control and plan b. A condom was the last thing on either of their minds tonight when all they wanted was to be as close as possible after weeks apart. He couldn’t help himself when she let him do this to her, begged him to do this to her. He couldn’t deny her anything, much less something that felt so good.

It was supposed to be a one time thing, when they ran out of condoms without noticing they used the last one and she begged him to fuck her without one after he mentioned asking Lando for some, saying she’d rather not face that embarrassment. He hesitated, worried he wouldn’t even last, worried she would get pregnant at the start of his rookie season, but she pulled him back into bed and told him she’d had an IUD for two years and that it would last for three more, so she would be fine. He could even go and buy her a Plan B first thing in the morning.

That was six months ago and they grew careless, no longer making trips to buy them when they ran out. They’d buy them if they walked by an aisle with them, or saw them hanging on the other side of the counter when checking out, but as soon as Oscar found out there was a safety net in place… He didn’t know what got into him when she let him go bare, obviously he was still young and had plenty of stamina normally, but he could fuck her for hours, filling her over and over before one or both of them couldn’t go anymore. It was a bit disgusting, a bit concerning, the way he seemed to go feral when they ran out of condoms, not that she minded.

Oscar was pulled back to earth as she squirmed underneath him and whined his name, and he realized he’d zoned out watching his cock sliding in and out of her. He shifted his gaze back up to her and she was blushing, “I hate it when you stare at me like that.”

He laughed and leaned down to bump his nose against hers as he mumbled, “Like what?”

She shrugged weakly, “I can’t explain it you look like…” She sighed, tilting her head as his lips moved to her neck and began sucking softly, “Like you’re trying to memorize me, like you think I’m a dream you’re going to wake up from.”

He sucked softly on her skin and hummed, “I am trying to memorize you, I want to know everything about you, ‘m so completely obsessed with you.” Her cunt fluttered around him and she whined at his words and his mouth as he nipped at her throat before he pulled back and brushed his lips against hers as he said, “‘M in love with you, so sickeningly in love with you.” She tried to say it back and he pressed his lips to hers quickly before hushing her as he pulls back and looks at her again with that look, “Be quiet, ‘m not done. I want you with every fibre of my being, I think about you all the time, I couldn’t live without you. Every second of every day I am trying to memorize every little thing about you, because I’m scared you are a dream about to slip away from me.”

She squirmed under his gaze, the intensity of his words, the look in his eyes, the feel of him between her legs, it all made the knot in her stomach tighten as she whined , “I- ‘m gonna cum.” He grinned stupidly at her and dipped down to kiss her again, their lips slotting together as he picked up his pace and pressed his thumb to his clit. He couldn’t help but spell his name into it as he pushed her over the edge, just one more way of showing her how much he loves her. He feels his orgasm crash over him suddenly as she tightens her legs around him and her orgasm teases a second one out of him with no warning. He could feel her sweat slick body writhing under him with the power of her orgasm, gasping his name into his mouth as she pulled his hair and dug her nails blissfully into his shoulder, scratching down to his bicep as he rocked his hips against hers and she shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She feels so full of him when he fills her a second time, his cock twitching inside of her as his orgasm hits him with no warning. Their would be kiss turned into them gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths as they came together. Oscar stopped moving when she stopped shaking underneath him and relaxed his weight against her, hands moved to cup her cheeks as he tenderly kissed her. She broke the kiss before he was ready and he chased her lips with a whine, but she turned her head so his lips hit his hand on her cheek. She giggled, “I love you, Oz.” His lips transformed into a grin as he pulled his hand away to sloppily press kisses into her face, his other hand pressing against her cheek to straighten her her head so he could kiss her all around her face. Her eyes scrunched shut as he pressed a wet kiss into her temple, then her forehead, her cheek, her chin. She giggled the entire time, fingers curling in his hair as butterflies filled her stomach. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her again, his head tilted down to her neck and she couldn’t help but tease as he mouthed at her skin, “Now who’s insatiable?”

He hummed, “You just.. taste so good, baby.” His teeth sunk into her skin and she hissed as he pulled his body from hers, his cock sliding out of her against her will. She tried locking her legs behind his back to pull him back in, not wanting to lose the feel of him just yet, but his hands found her thighs and pushed them open on the bed as he kissed down her body. She suddenly realized what he meant a moment before and her legs tried to close against his steady grip keeping them open and she whined, “Not again.” She felt his lips twitch into a smile as he kissed her belly button and she tugged on his hair, trying to pull him back up. “Oz, baby, you already-“

He shook his head as he pulled back to admire her pussy dripping his cum as he interrupted her, “Not like this.” Her entire body jolted as he swiped two fingers against her, her now free leg trying to close, but his body prevented it as he collected his cum on his digits. She whined pitifully as he lifted them to her lips, that sickening needy look in his eyes as he silently asked her to open her mouth for him. And she did, she would do anything for him. Her lips parted and she stuck her tongue out and his fingers immediately found their place in her mouth. He sighed and kissed the thigh that had wrapped around his shoulders before promising, “I’ll be gentle… I just… want a little taste. Let me clean you up, baby.” She whined around his fingers and her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded.

Just like he said, he was gentle. Oscar’s lips brushed from where they were kissing her thigh to her center and she felt his warm breath on her a moment before his mouth. She whimpered and twitched underneath him, body confused on if it should follow the overpowering pleasure or run from it. His tongue was soft as it lapped against her entrance and poked inside, she could have dealt with that, but his perfect nose was nudging her painfully sensitive clit and she knew she’d be cumming again as tears welled up in her closed eyes.

Oscar could feel her fingers tightening in his hair, her moaning around his fingers, could feel her swallowing the spit that collected in her mouth around his fingers. He felt bad for her as he pulled his fingers from her mouth and finally heard her breathy whimpers as her thigh twitched against him and the one still under his hand fought to press into him like the other. He was letting her do this, he might as well let her trap him where he wanted to be. Her legs immediately locked around his head and her back arched blissfully when his hand slipped from where it was holding her down to wrap around her leg and pull her closer.

Oscar was going to make her cum again, he hadn’t planned on it, he truly was just going to go in for a little taste and clean her up, but once she rocked her hips against his face he couldn’t help it. He licked from her entrance to her clit and wrapped his lips around it suddenly, softly suckling at the bundle of nerves. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, her entire body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending in her body was sending signals to her brain at once and she couldn’t think straight as she rocked towards her nth orgasm. Her body shot up and she yanked at his hair, “Oz, that’s too much, I-“ Her body flopped back and she arched her back as she interrupted herself with a loud moan. In the brief moment she’d sat up he’d seen the tears trickling from her eyes and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him. She couldn’t form coherent thoughts or get a solid word out as he forced another orgasm out of her. She was being so good for him, he thought, as she cried above him, “Oz- I-“ She gasped and whined and he nodded against her, only drawing her closer to her impending orgasm, “Please, Oz, I’m- it hurts, baby.” He hummed and wrapped his arms tighter around her legs, lost in how good she tasted and felt on his tongue. He could feel how close she was, her entire body was pulsing under him, and he just needed to feel her cum on his tongue one last time.

He felt desperate as he nipped at the bud teasingly and she unraveled beneath him, body jerking as she whined and gasped and choked out his name before she collapsed onto the sheets again. He immediately pulled away and began kissing her thighs, apologizing between each kiss as he left a trail of cum and spit along her skin. Oscar pressed kisses all the way up and down both legs, up her stomach and up and down both arms before he began kissing her cheeks softly, the salty tears mixing with the lingering taste of cum in his lips. She felt herself coming back to earth when he was kissing her fingertips, the kisses and apologies before that lost in an orgasm induced haze. She giggled dreamily at him as he repeated sorry between each kiss to her cheeks, “Why are you apologizing, my love?”

He pressed his nose into her cheek, “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She blushed, “I like it when you hurt me.”

Oscar blushed too at the admission, even though he’d heard it before, and pressed his lips to hers softly before murmuring, “I like hurting you too, but I still have to take care of you baby. I’m gonna run you a bath, okay? I’ll be back.” She tried to hold him back, but he slipped away from her easily. He returned a few minutes later and scooped her up as she started sitting up to follow him. “Let me take care of you,” He replied her when she told him she could walk after he lifted her into his arms. He set her down and let her climb into the bath on shaky legs, then climbed in behind her and pulled her back into his chest.

They stayed like that for awhile, her hands finding his in the water to play with his fingers to occupy the time. He started feeling drowsy, so he forced them to sit up so they could take turns washing each other’s bodies and hair before she relaxed into his arms again, too comfortable in the hot water to get out and face the cold air conditioning. He made her get out when she started drifting off against his chest, kissing her shoulder as he sat up and moved her with him. He drained the water and dried her off with a towel before kneeling in front of her to find each bruise where his fingers had dug in a little too hard and kissing them, murmuring an apology to each one he found. He treated her like a porcelain doll as he dressed her in a nightgown before he braided her hair down her back. She kept trying to do things herself, and each time he’d pull whatever she grabbed from her hands and repeat his last words. It didn’t stop until he carried her to bed after she brushed her teeth, he tried to, sat her on the counter and put the paste on the tooth brush but she snatched it from him.

She crawled in first and kicked the fresh blanket back for him to crawl in next to her, he’d requested it as soon as he arrived at the hotel, knowing they’d end up defiling the one already on the bed. He stood in his boxers and stared at her for a moment before searching for his phone on the floor where it had fallen earlier when she’d rushed to get his pants off. He found it after kicking their discarded clothing around and found it under her shirt from earlier. He turned back to her and found her in the same pose as before, now with her head tilted prettily and her eyebrows scrunched. He took a photo of her with each step he took to the bed, until he crawled onto the bed and she laid back and held her arms out for him. He took a few more before he set one of her reaching out as his lockscreen and dropped the device on the sheets, then dropped his body into her waiting arms.

requesting an f1 fic inspired by the song “reckless driving” by lizzie mcalpine ft ben kessler? 🙏🙏 (any driver & i adore your work)

never felt this way with no one

★ : feat :: oscar piastri x reader ★ : genre :: flufff, mature ★ : word count :: 1k+ ★ : a/n :: i love lizzy so much, this was so fun to write

you were driving while a slow song was playing on the radio and as soon as there was a red light, you stopped and smiled before turning your head to look at—

oscar held your face in his hands before slamming his lips against yours. you eyes widened before you closed them and kissed him back.

he tasted sweet like the dessert you guys got before leaving the restaurant.

he deepened the kiss as his hand slipped from your face to the back of your head. it was too consuming but good.

as you got lost in mingled breaths and soft lips, the light turned green and a loud horn from behind had you stumbling backwards.

oscar cleared his throat as you started the car again. refusing to face you because his face was tinted and his heartbeat was so loud he could hear it in his ears.

what he missed out on was your own cheeks that were burning as your mouth stayed in an upright position. hard to stop smiling because this— him. it was exactly what you you were expecting from today through all the nervous getting ready for the date.

"i'm sorry..." he started before you shook your head.

"i'm glad you did, don't apologise." you murmured trying to breathe and get rid of your smile.

"i wouldn't have... i mean i wanted to but—"

you stumbled over your words but finally looked at him as oscar's hand squeezed your hand that was closest to him.

"i wanted to do it more." he admitted. "i've been thinking about it all night. i just... i wasn't sure if you'd want me to."

you chuckled as you shuffled to get comfortable in your seat, your eyes on the road, feeling a little braver now.

"oscar, i've been hoping you'd kiss me since you picked me up."

he laughed, the sound light and full of relief. "really? i've been so nervous. i kept trying to find the right moment."

you turned onto a quieter street, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. fuck, where were you even driving to? one kiss and the man had turned you into a mess

"i guess the red light was the perfect moment."

oscar nodded, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "yeah, it was."

you glanced at him to see why he trailed off and were satisfied to see that he was already looking at you— at your lips and your skin felt like it was on fire.

you knew what he wanted because you wanted the same— more.

oscar sighed as you pulled into a parking lot, putting the car in park before turning to face him fully. your insides burning with the desire to feel his skin again.

"well, we're not driving anymore." you whispered, not knowing where this recklessness was coming from.

oscar grinned and shook his head as he leaned in close once again. "no, we're not."

he kissed you again, this time slower, more tender. you wanted to be careful, not wanting to kill the flame before it was even lit but as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, you melted into him, your hands threading through his hair.

and you decided that just this once, you’ll give in and let him take the lead even if his hands are off of the lead.

the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. your breaths mingled, the car feeling both too small and too intimate. but you guys were too far gone now when he pulled you over onto his lap.

oscar's hand slid under your shirt, his touch feather-light against your skin as you gripped his thigh. you gasped softly when he rubbed circles on your waist and kissed down your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath. "oscar," you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

he looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "god you’re driving me insane," he admitted, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, suddenly you brain too foggy to reply coherently, feeling the same burning need. "i want you too."

his hands continued roaming over your body, exploring, caressing. your own hands were busy, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. you managed to get it open, your hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles.

oscar's lips found your collarbone, kissing, nibbling. you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you realized that he was leaving a mark. the heat between you was almost unbearable.

but then, as you both tried to maneuver in the cramped space, you couldn't help but laugh. the steering wheel, the gear shift, everything was in the way.

"i'm too jelly, i can't drive," you admitted, breathless and laughing.

oscar grinned, his own laughter joining yours. "you know i can drive," he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

you cracked a joke, unable to resist. "would i be worried about your driving skills off the track?"

"i think you'll be safe with me." he laughed, the sound rich and full. “won’t let anything happen to you baby.”

you leaned in for one more kiss, slow and sweet, savoring the taste of him. when you finally pulled back, you were both smiling.

oscar took the keys from you, and moved to the driving seat, still feeling the lingering heat of his touch on your skin.

you didn’t know how this happened, but you were glad it did. that it went this far. feeling like a teenager when you noticed that oscar couldn’t keep his eyes on the road.

“eyes on the road,” you joked, your breath hitching suddenly when he leaned over to squeeze your thigh in reply.

you sneaked your hand towards his vacant one and intertwined your fingers, blushing furiously when he pulled the joined hands towards his mouth to leave a kiss.

"want to go back to my place?" he said shyly, expecting you to turn him down.

but you felt a warmth spread through you at his question, the simplicity of it making your heart swell. "yes, i would love that," you whispered, your voice soft and full of affection.

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