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𐙚20 pure fun and whimsy🤍 mdni 18+ blog

[dolcecherub]

masterlist ,｡:*:･ﾟ☆

☆ here's the masterlist for this blog with all the fics i've written !! (i am really not good at descriptions so please bare with me lol)

always open to requests, or if you just wanna chat ♡

intro post - get to know a lil about me!

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Oscar Piastri (OP81)*:･ﾟ

✮ only girl in the world - smut and pining, coworkers, fem!reader, 18+

✮ surprise pit stop - smut, boyfriend oscar, fem!reader, 18+

✮ don't cha - inspired by don't cha by the pussycat dolls

✮ safe with you - best friend's brother, pining, hurt/comfort

✮ off the record - pr manager!reader, pining, fluff, smidge of angst (if you squint)

✮ so close, so cruel - smut smut smut, teasing, boyfriend osc, 18+

✮ say you’re mine - smuttt, best friends brother, pining, slightly angry confession, 18+

✮ first class seat on my lap girl - smut, dancer!reader, tate mcrae dance, dirty asf, 18+

✮ just ours - pregnant!reader, fluffffff, protective oscar

✮ eyes off track - grid!girl reader, flirting and pining, oscar is smitten

✮ overflow - 18+, smut, breeding kink, obsession, lots of smut like crazy

✮ too close for comfort - 18+, childhood best friends, pining, smut, possessive osc

✮ quiet on the radio - 18+, smut, slight voyeurism, dirty talk

Dramione (draco x hermione)

✮ sapphire and silver - coworkers, pining draco, smut, birthday sex, 18+

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[dolcecherub]

LOVEE THE FWB FIC IDEA HAHAHAHA I know ur writing would eat for that ideaaaa 🧘‍♀️😈

LITCHERALLY scheming and planning right now… LOL - i do have a couple requests still in the works but im hoping a slightly fresh start will give me the kick of motivation i need to continue writing

[dolcecherub]

he looks SICKENING in the photo - the way my brain autopopulated a fic idea where reader and osc (fwb) is doing test drives for mclaren and hes watching her… it will go to the agenda i guess

[dolcecherub]

so… depression hit like a bus full of a ton of bricks… so i really do apologize for being mia. i think im trying to just find my flow and happiness in writing before i put out anything. id rather write something i love and am proud of then write something for the sake of likes and reblogs. i thank you all always and love you all so much and i promise to put my all into this next piece

stay safe babies and happy soon to be race week 🫶🏼

[dolcecherub]

guys trust as soon as i finish this exam you will be getting that new oscar fic…. thank you all for being so patient and still supportive it makes me tear up <3

[dolcecherub]

just went down a rabbit hole of seeing creators discuss like AI writing and fanfic AND OMG I HOPE YALL DO NOT THINK I WRITE USING AI

that would actually kill me like tear my heart out of my chest. i DESPISE ai and i hate that we now have to constantly analyze whether something is ai or not

as someone who learned to write professionally first i tend to, i guess, formalize my grammar and writing sometimes but i hate that to some it will sound like ai

AI WAS TRAINED USING REAL WRITTWN WORK

anyway i promise yall it takes me MONTHS to put out a fic because im picking my brain trying to make everything sound good so i apologize but again i would hate to get accused of ai and i needed this rant out of me

i love you all, and thank you for always enjoying my writing i hope to put out some stuff soon (maybe also a possible ilia malinin fic…👀)

mwah <3

[dolcecherub]

lots of ilia malinin on my timeline and for you pages recently… and wooh😛😮‍💨 wow

thats all.

[dolcecherub]

Any life updatessss ?!!?? how are u feeling going into this new year 😇😇💘

hiya anon!!! honestly no big updates just cruising through life rn, still working my HR job *eye twitch* but life is pretty good!!

currently working on an oscar x lando’s gf fic and still working through the logistics of a maxton hall oscar au (but i am very adamant on writing it, im thinking chapter per episode type beat) - also thinking of changing my aesthetics for the account a bit but thats a later problem

i feel good going into this new year, i promised myself a lot of time to just focusing on me and doing things that serve me and make me happy and i would say its helped me a lot and i feel great! i think its improved my mental health a lot and in turn my physical health so im feeling good and always happy which is awesome!

i hope you are all doing well babies and expect a fic soon ish (kinda) LOVE YA MWAH <333

[dolcecherub]

still ours ༊*·˚

༊ pairing: oscar piastri x pregnant f!reader

༊ content: flufffff, other drivers, pregnancy announcement kinda, just a lot of fluff tbh

༊ yap: hi babies, here is a long awaited follow to just ours, as requested by anon here, so thank you!!! i hope you all enjoy, and I have a smut fic coming up next whenever that be! Thank you all for your unwavering support and patience i love u all and enjoy!! mwah

༊ word count: 2.7k

The morning doesn’t rush you.

It never really does when Oscar’s there, when his arm is heavy and warm around your waist, when his breathing is slow and even against the back of your neck. The curtains are half-drawn, the morning sun spilling across the hotel room, catching on the white sheets, Oscar’s discarded suit jacket draped over a chair from the night before.

You wake first.

You usually do nowadays. 

You lie there for a moment, still listening to him breathe, puffs of air hitting the back of your neck, the solid weight of his hand resting just below your ribs. He tended to do that more since you had told him.

Your fingers drift down to lace with his.

He stirs instantly.

“Mornin’,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, his accent more prominent than ever in the early hours of the morning. His lips brush your shoulder, pressing a soft, lazy kiss there.

“Morning,” you whisper back.

He tightens his arm slightly, pulling you closer until your back is flush with his chest. His nose nudges into your hair, breathing you in like it's instinct.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You smile to yourself, fingers brushing over his knuckles. “Yeah. Really okay.”

That makes him smile, too, you can hear it in the soft exhale he lets out. 

You slowly shift, turning your body to face him. His eyes are still heavy-lidded, soft in a way only you ever see, and a slight stubble sprinkles across his jaw. Your hand reaches up to play with his hair, pushing some away from his forehead, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“I was thinking,” you say after a moment, “Maybe… today.”

His brows knit together just slightly. “Today?”

“We tell them,” you clarify. “Not everyone at once. Just…properly.”

Oscar goes quiet. Not tense, just thoughtful.

He glances down towards your stomach, then back at you, hand slowly gliding across your back soothingly. “Okay,” he says eventually. You lean in and kiss him, slow, warm, unhurried. 

It feels like a promise.

༊*·˚

Lando’s the only one you tell separately.

Oscar insists, says it like it's obvious, like there was never another option. 

“He’ll know something’s up anyway,” Oscar mutters as you walk down the quiet corridor toward his driver's room. “Better to control the chaos.”

You laugh at his excuse, “You love him.”

“I tolerate him,” Oscar replies with a quick glance. His lips twitch upward anyway. 

You knock on the door lightly, a faint ‘come in!’ ringing out from behind the door. Lando’s sprawled across the couch in the driver’s room, phone balanced precariously on his knee, headphones half-on. He looks up the moment you step inside, eyes narrowing immediately at the sight of you. 

“Nope,” he says, “Absolutely not.”

Oscar closes the door behind you. “What?

“You both look suspicious,” Land says, sitting up. “You never hunt me down together unless something’s wrong.” He huffed, pulling his headphones off. “Last time you hunted me down was to pose an intervention about pranking the team; this cannot be good.” He rambled, eyes slightly wide with worry as he stood up. 

You glance at Oscar, then back at Lando, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth. “Nothing’s wrong,” Oscar says, voice light with a chuckle. The two of you sat on the couch opposite the one Lando had previously been sprawled across. 

“That’s worse.”

Oscar gestures to him, “Sit.”

Lando squints. “I don’t like that tone.” 

“Lando.’

‘...okay.” He sits slowly, bouncing one knee, watching you like he’s bracing for impact. “I feel like I’m about to be grounded.”

Oscar doesn’t rush, reaching down slowly, picking up the small gift bag he’d tucked beside his chair. The one Lando had failed to notice through his own panic. Oscar set it on the table between you. 

Lando stares at it. “What is that?”

“Open it,” Oscar says. Lando shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh. “Is this you finally getting me back? I promise I’ll make it up, the pranks weren’t that bad I-” 

“Lan just open it,” Oscar huffs, cutting off his rambles. “Why are you so calm?” Lando asks nervously, but does as he’s told. You toy with your fingers nervously, a small smile still adorning your face. Oscar grabs your hand, pulling them apart to lace his with yours, thumb brushing your knuckles softly. 

He peers inside, tissue paper crinkling loudly as he pulls the item out of the bag. He freezes.

The tiny racing shoes sit in his hands, impossibly small. You had kept them in your suitcase for the last few races in case you finally felt ready to tell others. You silently thanked yourself for bringing them along all these weeks. 

“Oh,” he breathes. 

Your heart hammers. Oscar’s hand slides to your thigh, grounding as he squeezes a little. 

Lando looks up at you, eyes wide. “You’re joking.” 

You shake your head. “Nope,” you whispered, popping the ‘p.’ 

There’s a beat, one long, silent beat, and then Lando’s face crumples completely. “Oh my god,” he whispers, standing abruptly. “Oh my god!”

He laughs once, sharp and breathless with disbelief, then drags a hand down his face. “You’re- you’re actually-” He points between you. “You’re going to be parents?”

Oscar nods, eyes bright. They always shone brighter when he talked about the baby or you. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward and pulls Oscar into a hug so tight that Oscar lets out a surprised huff. You laugh at the noise he lets out. 

“You’re going to be such a good dad,” Lando says fiercely, head resting on Oscar’s shoulder. “Like annoyingly good.” 

Oscar laughs, “Thanks, Lan,” he whispers, “you are crushing me.” He says, voice slightly strained. 

“Good,”

Then Lando turns to you, slowly, much gentler, and wraps you up carefully. As if you were made of glass.

“You okay?” he whispers, his eyes darting over your face before glancing down at your stomach. “Like… actually okay?” 

You nod, smiling through the tears glazing over your eyes. “I’m really happy,” He exhales shakily, a smile pulling his cheeks wide as he laughs. “Good, really good. I love this. I am so happy for you two. How far along are you?” He asks, a hand resting softly on your back as Oscar watches the whole thing, chest tight with affection, eyes soft.

“Five months,” you let out softly, expecting a loud reaction from Lando. 

“What!?” 

You were right. He looks baffled that you two had kept it for so long; you can physically see the gears turning in his head as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Oscar, mouth slightly agape. 

“Y-you kept that for five months without telling me?! Y- Oh my god, that’s why you didn’t drink when we won the constructors back in Singapore, you were pregnant! You are pregnant.” He rambles, words tumbling out a mile a minute, his hand flailing as he speaks. 

You can’t help but laugh as you nod, Oscar's arms crossing against his chest as he chuckles. 

“Who else on the grid knows?” Lando asks, voice returning to a normal volume. Oscar shakes his head slightly, “No one, you’re the first.” He admits.

Lando’s eyes widen, “You guys are gonna make me cry, mate.” He says shakily, hand reaching out to dap up Oscar (always a feeble attempt). 

“I am so happy for the two of you. I can’t wait to see how loved that baby will be. Uncle Lan has to start spoiling them asap.” He jokes before hugging the two of you again. 

The secret feels lighter already. 

༊*·˚

You tell the others in small groups. 

George and Alex first. George is fiddling with the shoes, trying to figure out why you’ve given him small racing shoes. 

“Mate, these are never gonna fit. I appreciate the secret Santa gift bu-” Alex smacks the back of George’s head, cutting his ‘thank you’ short, looking at him completely baffled. 

“They’re not for you,” Alex spits, before congratulating the two of you. George’s eyes widened, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god!” 

Congratulations follow, questions here and there, a good chuckle at George’s misunderstanding. George squeezes Oscar’s shoulder, voice low and sincere. Alex grins widely and immediately asks you two about your names.

༊*·˚

Charles and Carlos next. They poke around with the shoes for a minute before looking at each other wide-eyed, eyes landing on Oscar next as he chuckles. 

Carlos pulls you both into a warm hug, murmuring that it's beautiful. Charles sits down next to you, an arm wrapping warmly around you as he gently asks how you’re feeling, eyes soft with care. 

༊*·˚

Telling the rookies all together had to have been your biggest mistake. Like a gaggle of geese attacking you at once, Kimi nearly pouncing Ollie to get a peek at the shoes. 

It was like telling kindergarteners they could have chocolate for lunch. Voices are overlapping like hell as questions are hurled towards you, one after the other. You laugh as they each hug you one by one, eyes shining with intrigue as they try to pry answers out of you, the shoes piquing their interest insanely so. 

As overwhelming as it could’ve been, your heart warmed at how excited these young boys were for you two. Oscar was still laughing about them. 

༊*·˚

Max hears last. The little shoes turning in his hands as he sits quietly, analyzing them, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. He lets out a huff of a laugh before looking up at Oscar. 

He blinks once. 

“That would explain a lot…” he says.

Oscar raises a brow, head tilting at whatever Max could mean. “What does?” You watch Oscar, his face neutral, the calmest it has been, telling any of the drivers. 

“About you,” Max shrugs, as if that was the most obvious answer he could’ve given. “You’ve been driving like you’ve got something worth protecting. Something to go home to.” 

Oscar doesn’t argue.

“You aren’t overtaking me the way you used to, Piastri.” Max jokes, setting the shoes down on the table between you before standing up to congratulate the two of you. Oscar laughs, the tension fizzling out instantly. 

He hugs the two of you, whispers of ‘how good parents you two will be,’ leaving Max’s mouth quietly. He mentions that maybe Lily will have someone to play with now, and your heart clenches at the idea. 

By the end of the day, everyone knows, and somehow, (aside from the rookies), nothing feels overwhelming. 

Just warm. 

༊*·˚

That night, it’s just you. No schedules, no noise, just the two of you in your own space. 

Oscar cooks while you sit on the counter, watching him move around the kitchen as if he belongs there, relaxed, humming softly under his breath.

“You’re smiling,” you tease, dragging the words longer as you swing your legs slightly. 

He glances over, a wooden spoon paused mid-air. “Am I not allowed to?” he counters, his smile unfaltering. 

“You are,” you say, hopping down from the counter and slipping up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist, cheek pressing into his back. “I just like seeing it. Like you forget everything else is there, just us.” 

He exhales, leaning back into you immediately, one hand coming to rest over yours. “Hard not to,” he murmurs. “Feels like everything has finally slowed down a little. “Like I can fret over you without everyone being too worried.”

You smile softly, eyes closing against the warmth of his back.

༊*·˚

Sleep pulls you under easily that night, wrapped in warmth and quiet, the steady rise and fall of Oscar’s chest behind you soothing you. 

You wake slowly, not all at once, just enough to pick up on the small voice whispering. The room is dim, the curtains slightly pulled back. Oscar isn’t pressed against you anymore, but before any panic can bloom, you hear it. 

His voice.

Low, careful. Almost shy.

You don’t move. Don’t open your eyes. You stay still, relishing in the moment before he can realize you’re awake. 

Oscar is propped up beside you, one elbow sunk into the mattress, his other hand warm and steady against your stomach, his head level with your side. 

His thumb swipes across your stomach, slow, reverent, like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. 

“I know it’s probably too early, so I don’t even know if you can hear me,” he speaks softly, a faint smile in his voice, “but I wanted to say hi anyway, in case you can hear me.”

Your chest tightens. 

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say,” he admits. “Everyone else had something ready. I don’t.” A soft huff of laughter, his breath hits your side softly. “Guess I thought the words would come easier.” 

His hand presses just a little firmer. 

“But I want you to know…you’re already the best thing that’s ever happened to me, maybe after your mum,” he whispers. “And I haven’t even met you yet.” 

You swallow, your eyes stinging with tears. 

“I promise I’ll be here,” he goes on, voice steady now, certain in that quiet Oscar way. “I’ll protect you. I’ll protect your mum, but she’s so strong she might not even need me. I need her, though, always. I promise to show up always, every day, even when I’m tired or scared of messing it up.”

A pause.

“I already love you so much.” 

You finally stir then, shifting the sheets beneath you. Oscar freezes instantly, hand sliding off your stomach. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to-”

You reach a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you look down at him lovingly. Your other hand grabs his and places it back on your stomach. “Don’t stop,” you murmur, eyes still heavy with sleep. “I like hearing you talk to them.” 

His breath stutters. “Yeah?” he asks softly. 

You nod, smiling. “They do too, I think.” 

Oscar leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his forehead there, hand still warm and sure. Oscar stays there for a long moment, forehead still resting, breath warm against your skin. When he finally lifts his head, eyes find yours in the low light, open, unguarded, in a way only you get to see. 

“I don’t say this enough,” he murmurs, voice quiet but steady. “Not because I don’t feel it. Just… because it’s so big. I never know where to start, there’s much I want to say.”

You reach down, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You show it,” you whisper.

He shakes his head slightly. “Still, I want you to hear it.” 

He shifts up, pulling you slightly closer, his face now level with yours. A careful hand still resting over your stomach while the other cups your cheek. His thumb moves slowly, like he’s grounding himself through you. 

“I love you,” he says. Not rushed, not rehearsed. “I love you so fucking much. In a way that changed how I see everything. You became the part of my life that always made sense, no matter what.”

Your chest tightens. 

“I love how brave you are,” he continues softly. “Even when you’re scared. I love how you carry so much without asking anyone to notice. And I love that you trust me with something precious.” His hands pressed gently, meaningfully. “With everything.”

You blink back tears. 

“You make me feel steady,” Oscar admits, voice dipping. “No matter how loud the world gets, there’s somewhere I belong. Someone I come back to. It’s always you.”

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“I love you more than I knew was possible,” he whispered. “And I’m so grateful it’s you. Always you.”

You pull him into a slow, careful kiss, not desperate or urgent, enough to say what your voice currently couldn’t. 

Everyone had known, but everything had somehow felt still yours. It always comforts you, knowing that, at the end of the day, it will always be the two of you.

༊*·˚

[dolcecherub]

I need a follow up to ‘just ours’ maybe where you both tell all the drivers you’re expecting. You get them ‘gifts’ and maybe it’s a paid of little racing shoes. Just ours was sooooo good! ❤️

I KNOW ITS LATE IM SORRY LEAVE ME BE

but im just posting this so i can link it!!!

stand by heavy osc x reader fluff incoming!! AHHH

[dolcecherub]

who wants a fic this weekend!!!!??!?!!!

say i!

new oscar fic🙂‍↕️🍒

yes!!!

no🫩🫩

Voting ended onJan 31

(this is just for fun lol there will likely be one)

im just editing :))

have fun babies be safe and i love you all

[dolcecherub]

okay so which of y’all three said no…?🤨🤨

what if that was my last straw and i said no fic then what hm🤨

anyway…! DEMOCRACY SAYS NEW FIC

[dolcecherub]

who wants a fic this weekend!!!!??!?!!!

say i!

new oscar fic🙂‍↕️🍒

yes!!!

no🫩🫩

Voting ended onJan 31

(this is just for fun lol there will likely be one)

im just editing :))

have fun babies be safe and i love you all

[dolcecherub]

hi mimi how r u doing!!!! have u seen u here in a while :((

HIHI ANON I AM SO SORRY IVE BEEN MIA for some reason tumblr locked me out of my account and i was finally able to access last night which was soooo annoying

BUT i’ve been doing okay thank you for asking! fully employed rn ik trigger warning j*b and it’s been a bit draining but im having fun and it gives me time for hobbies which is always nice

but anyway i DO have a draft sequel of just ours sitting in my docs rn 👀👀👀

so hopefully going to post that soon so I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING MIA tumblr just knew i was too good😛 im kidding like crazy

but i hope all my babes have been well and happy and i hope you’re enjoying yourselves, thanks for all your patience always you lot know how much i appreciate it.

it truly is a privilege to write at my own pace and still get so much love, so thanks 🤍

be safe my loves and expect something soon 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[dolcecherub]

I loveeee ur writing style like so much I feel like you transform the requests into a story amazingly !!! i think my favourite fic you have written was definitely the brothers best friend you have to rewrite another one i think you just wrote the characters so well and the tension was perf!

honestly no notes i think your format and the way you write is so unique but it’s always so well done every piece you put out i love to read 🙈🙈 i think it’s good that you to take breaks in between writing each pieces i think your stories are quite detailed and well done so it’s better you take your time crafting something you love. anyways i love ur fics thank u for ur services ⭐️😚

OH ANON THANK YOU ILY

this is so so so kind of you and i know its a very late response so please forgive me😓

but thank you!! truly i appreciate it so much i always try my best to be descriptive and just write to the best of my ability with depth so im glad it shows!!

also so glad you think the breaks between writing is a good thing cuz the guilt definitely overtakes sometimes but im trying to be nicer to myself about it and just tell myself im putting out something im proud of

RHANK U AGAIN ANON AND look out for a sequal to just ours coming soon… i hope LOL

mwah <3

[dolcecherub]

Omg did one of ur posts get deleted i swear u had another fic before the most recent one😮

omg anon i am so sorry this totally got lost in my inbox!!

i dont believe any of my fics have been deleted, they should all be tagged on my masterlist in case you arent able to find any! the fic ur talking about is probably overflow, which did get flagged for mature content. i’ve attached the link there in case you cant find it!

it could be tumblr going through and flagging my fics as mature so you may have to go into your settings and make sure that your account is able to view mature content without it being blurred (thats the issue i was having) so it may just be that!!

please let me know if you’re able to get it fixed and hopefully you can get back to some happy reading :))

[dolcecherub]

hi babies!!

new fic is out!!! it has also come to my attention that tumblr has been flagging some of my fics as mature (duh) but if yall have any trouble viewing them i think it has to do with your content settings so yeah!

anyway enjoy babies i love you all and thanks for the support!

mwah <3

[dolcecherub]

quiet on the radio ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✮ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

✮ tags: smut!!! pnv, porn without plot, dirty talk to the max, slight voyeurism, other drivers mentioned, unprotected sex, 18+, oscar lovesss to talk you through it lowkey, oral sex, thin walls lol

✮ yap: hey y’all… LOL welp here is this request from a lovely anon, who, I don't even know they're gonna read this at this point, but if they do, thank you so much for the request and thank you all for your patience it is so appreciated and i genuinely hope you guys love this fic, cuz i quite like it :)) anywhomst babies enjoy!!! btw it is NOT proofread lol so please ignore any mistakes, hopefully this is my comeback but please don't hold me to it i just hope you guys enjoy

✮ word count: 4.1k

The click of the door shutting hadn’t even registered before his hands were already in your hair when he backed you into the door, his forehead pressed to yours as if he couldn’t get close enough if he tried. His breath came uneven, warm against your lips, cheeks flushed with want. He didn’t kiss you at first. He just… looked at you. 

Like he was starving.

And then he spoke, his voice rougher than you’d ever heard it.

“I need you,” he said, not quietly. “Right now.”

His mouth found yours without hesitation, no slow, deliberate movements. Just a deep, hungry pull, like he’d been holding back for weeks, and something in him had finally snapped. His hands slid over your waist, your back, your sides, all frantically, like he was learning you all over again.

You both know he knew you far too well. 

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, tongue sliding needily across his, savouring the taste of him as if it would vanish. The way you let out a breath against his mouth made something tighten in his jaw, eyes dark with need as he looked at you through his eyelashes, forehead pressed to yours.

He lifted his head just enough to speak, lips brushing yours with every word.

“Don’t be shy, darling.” His voice was low, strained, like there was a tremor under it. “I want to hear you.” He groaned encouragingly, his heart hammering against your palm that lay flat to his chest. 

Somewhere down the hall, laughter echoed, voices, footsteps veering closer.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t even look toward the noise. Eyes plastered to you. 

His hand slid up, fingers curling at the base of your neck, gently guiding, the way he knew you liked. Not overtly possessive. Not rough. Just… sure. Present. Here.

The door behind your back gave slightly as he moved you, his body pressing flush to yours, his breath catching.

“Let them,” he murmured into your skin, lips at your jaw now. “Let them hear what you do to me.” He soothed as he planted soft kisses along your jaw, leading up to your ear. 

Your breath left in a quiet, broken sound you didn’t plan, and he reacted instantly, as if your voice was something he felt in his spine.

“There it is,” he whispered, and there was something almost shaky in his exhale. “That’s it.”

Your hands slid around his shoulders, holding him tighter, hand sliding into his hair as you held on, body arching towards him. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, uneven, like he was barely hanging on, yours pounding similarly.

You tried to keep quiet as his hips moved against yours, his knee slotting effortlessly between your thighs. Your breath caught, your lips parted, a soft sound escaping before you could stop it.

He groaned softly, right against your ear, like just hearing you make noise for him could send him over the edge.

“You’re so pretty, darling,” he breathed. “Just like that.” He encouraged as you pressed yourself down onto his thigh, the pressure making your body heat up. 

Another voice in the hall. Someone said Oscar’s name. A laugh. Close.

You both froze for half a second, his hands gripping your hips just a bit tighter as you looked up at him. 

His eyes met yours, a smug glint in them as he pressed himself closer, hand brushing over your chest as you arched into him, a moan escaping unintentionally.

And he smiled. Of course he did. 

Cocky.

Smug.

Yet something smaller alongside it.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, almost gently. “It’s just us. That’s all you have to worry your pretty little head about.”

His fingers threaded through your hair, slower now, like he needed to steady himself. He tugged your head back, your mouth falling open slightly as you glanced up at him. His lips brushed your ear, just barely.

“Say my name,” he whispered.

Not loud.

Not demanding.

Just… a plea.

Your breath shook, heart pounding against your chest as you bit your lip. “Oscar…” You let out breathlessly, soft and warm as it rolled off your tongue, his knees nearly buckling at the sound.

He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, breath catching at the sound of it, like he’d been waiting for that more than anything else. As if the sound itself could rejuvenate him. 

“God,” he murmured, voice rough and wrecked now. “You sound so pretty, sweetheart.”

Another soft sound from you, maybe just a tad too loud. The hallway went quiet.

Someone had definitely heard.

Oscar didn’t bother to look, didn’t check, didn’t care. Your heart sped up, the rush of someone hearing you two, making your skin warm. 

His voice broke a little as he leaned back up to kiss you again, slower now but no less intense.

“Let them hear,” he whispered against your mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured, his lips meeting yours hungrily. 

His hands roamed, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip softly before meeting yours, like he was savouring the shape of your lips now that he had them. His fingers didn’t rush, calloused and gentle. They traced the curve of your jaw, your throat, the side of your neck with his thumb, dragging heat along your skin without needing anything more than contact. His hand wrapped slowly around your throat, the slight pressure making your heart pound. 

Your hands slid up his back, gripping fabric, nails scratching slightly as he let out this low, unsteady groan into your mouth, the kind of noise people make when they’ve been holding their breath for too long.

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

Not to check. Not to tease. To take you in.

His chest rose and fell, unevenly, breath coming out in unsteady puffs. His pupils were blown wide, brown gone even darker, focused entirely on you. Nobody else in the world existed. Not the hallway. Not whoever heard. Not the season. Not the cameras. Nothing.

Just you.

You felt his forehead lean into yours again, and his voice was barely there when he spoke.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He groaned, his tone nothing but grateful. 

It was something ripped straight out of him.

His fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, not rushing, just enough to brush warm skin. Your breath caught, your body leaning into the touch, as if your muscles recognised him before your mind did. He walked you towards the bed, centred in the room, his hands not leaving your body once as he lay you down gently, his mouth trailing kisses across your collarbones. 

The door to the room next to yours slammed shut as laughter echoed through. You could hear familiar voices, your eyes widening a little as Oscar continued, unfazed by the noise. His hand returned to your throat, holding it enough to control your movement, not enough to hurt. His hand pushed your head up slightly, allowing him more space. 

He nipped lightly at your throat before soothing it with his tongue, his other hand pushing your shirt up to cup your breast. The noise you made was soft, involuntary.

And he reacted as if it hit him straight in the chest.

His grip on your throat tightened slightly, just holding you there, keeping you close. His lips brushed your cheek, your jaw, slow and warm and hungry like he wanted to taste every place he’d ever missed.

“Don’t get quiet on me now, baby”, he whispered, his voice rough from restraint.  

His hand slid down to your waist, guiding you closer, bodies slotting together in a way that felt too perfect to be accidental. The kind of fit that felt remembered.

You breathed his name again, a little unsteady, the way it comes out when the sound itself could tell him how bad you needed him. 

You paused for a second, hand coming up to tug at his hair, his hand tightening involuntarily on your throat as his head dropped. “Osc please,” You pleaded, voice tight under his pressure, eyes wide with want. 

He swore under his breath, barely a sound, just a sharp exhale against your neck like the word burned on its way out.

“I could listen to you all night.” He praised.

His lips brushed your ear, slow, warm, unhurried now.

“Let me.”

Your fingers curled at the back of his neck, gripping the hair softly, and he leaned into the contact, eyes fluttering closed for half a second like your touch physically grounded him.

He opened his eyes again, looking at you as if he were choosing this. Fully. Completely. Without hesitation.

He leaned down, eyes boring into you as his hands stayed steady on you. Close enough to feel his breath. Close enough for his thumb to draw a slow line along your jawline. Close enough for your heart to forget its rhythm.

“Tell me what you want.” He commanded softly. You knew he knew, and yet he would still ask. You paused, not wanting to answer, cheeks flushing pink. 

Like he’d give you anything you asked for.

His hand tightened, tilting your head to force you to look at his as your lips parted slightly, head dizzying with the rush. “Tell me, darling. Or we can leave this here and go to bed.” He spoke teasingly. 

You looked at him momentarily, his eyes dark as they bore into you. “Fuck me,” You pleaded, voice tight under his pressure, eyes wide with want. His inhale was sharp, audible, as if he’d been holding it back, waiting for the green light. He was always patient. 

Your hand curled into his shirt, tugging him a little closer, almost pulling him down completely. It was a small gesture, but intimate, familiar, like you knew exactly how to ask for him without overthinking. Like your body always remembered him. He bent his arms slightly, his face moving closer to yours as his chest pressed against yours, his biceps bulging from the weight of having to hold himself up. 

“Say it again,” His voice stern and rough, no longer the same soft tone he began with. It sent a shiver down your spine as you bit your lip. 

“I want you, Oscar.” You spoke shakily, a little whine twinging the edges you couldn’t quite help. 

His mouth is on yours again, deep, slow, hungry. Not rushed, as if he was trying to memorize the shape of you. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lips popping off yours momentarily to tug the tight top off of you as he tossed it aside, his lips attaching to your collarbones almost instantaneously. You shivered from the sudden cold against your bare top, the heat from Oscar immediately comforting. You let out a whimper, your hands sliding to tug at the hem of his team polo, tugging it as he suckled a mark onto your collarbone before soothing it over with his tongue. He straightened up, tugging his shirt off and undoing his belt hastily as you glanced up at him, your hands undoing your skirt and sliding it off leisurely, eyes never leaving.

You could see how hard he was, the bulge prominent in his boxers, the tip of him leaking, soaking into the boxers as he pushed his pants off, letting them fall off the edge of the bed. The silence felt deafening as he ran a hand through his hair. He tugged your legs, straightening them slightly before spreading them apart and crawling back between them. 

His lips dragged along your jaw, your neck, slow and warm. Marking, claiming, feeling. Like he needed to.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, and the moment you tugged, his breath stuttered, fingers sliding slyly between your thighs. 

“Keep doing that,” he whispered against your skin, voice unsteady. “Please.” He pleaded needily. 

You tugged again, just a touch firmer, a quiet, low sound dragging out from him. Your eyes widened, Oscar’s fingers swiping through your folds, wet and messy as his thumb swiped over your clit, a moan tumbling out loudly. 

Footsteps. Your heart pounded as someone’s voice carried through the halls, George’s laugh following suit. 

Oscar didn’t lift his head. Didn’t look toward the door, his fingers continuing along your folds. 

He spoke into your skin, low and warm and wrecked. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, darling?” You whimpered at his tone. His lips closed around the peak of your nipple, tongue swirling in a slow circle, a moan tearing from your throat as he sucked. 

He slowly kissed down your body, trailing sweet kisses down the middle of your torso, his eyes peeking up at you through his lashes as your hands threaded through his hair. He knelt between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs as he leaned in. 

“Wanna taste you so bad, need it. Need to feel you fall apart on my tongue.” He whined, his breath hot against your core. His breath hitched as he lowered his head, his hand guiding one leg over his shoulder, his chest pressed against the mattress as he looked at you hungrily. 

Then his tongue found your core, a slow, deliberate stroke that made your back arch off the cushions, a whimper tumbling past your lips. He groaned against you, the vibration echoing through your nerves, his fingers digging into your hips and thighs to hold you steady. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured, the words muffled against your skin, raw with need.

His tongue circled your clit hungrily, each flick sending shivers straight to your spine. You choked on a gasp, your hands tugging his hair harshly as he groaned. 

Oscar savoured you with an intensity you hadn’t quite seen before, burning his face between your thighs as if he had been starved of you, his hands pushing your thighs against the sides of his head. His tongue moved with purpose, wet strokes that lapped at you desperately, sharp flicks followed by slow circles against your clit that made your vision blur. 

Footsteps hammered in the halls, more laughs carried through as the room next to yours opened, the door slamming shut as voices rambled. Lando, George, Alex, Charles. All familiar voices. Your heart thundered, the sounds of Oscar buried between your thighs completely obscene. Your hand slapped over your mouth, trying to quiet your moans as tears brimmed in your eyes. 

Oscar grabbed your arm, pulling it off your mouth as he growled. “Don’t. Let me hear you. Who fucking cares what they think?” He groaned, the voices quieting slightly on the other side of the wall. 

He continued, your thighs shaking. He didn’t slow, didn’t tease, just devoured, his nose nuzzling against your clit, chin dripping with your arousal as he lapped at you. The world narrowed, the pressure of his mouth on you dizzying, the slight scrape of his stubble against your skin making you shiver. 

“Fuck, I-I’m so close, Osc.” You whimpered, a tear sliding from the edge of your eye. Your back arched off the mattress as the coil inside you wound tight, muscles clenching. His eyes found yours, dark and possessive, locking onto yours as he sucked hard, thumb swiping over your clit momentarily. 

His grip tightened, your orgasm hitting you hard, a choked cry from your throat making Oscar grin. You trembled uncontrollably, fingers clawing at his upper back as pleasure ripped through you. He continued softly, gently lapping at your oversensitive core as you limply whimpered. He pulled back, a soft kiss to your clit making you twitch before he did, his lips glistening as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. 

He straightened up, thumbs hooking into his boxers as he slid them off, his cock flushed with need. He groaned, low and guttural, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking himself, a bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit messily as he swiped a thumb over himself, your mouth nearly watering. 

His hands gripped your hips, pulling your body closer as he positioned himself. One hand wrapped around himself, sliding his tip through your slick folds, your arousal mixing messily as you whimpered. He tapped his cock against your clit before thrusting deep inside you, a low, desperate groan leaving his chest as you moaned. The stretch burned, your nerves bouncing with need. 

His thrusts were relentless, each one pushing the breath from your lungs in whimpers and moans. A delicious ache settling in your core. His hands slid around your hips, gripping your ass and pushing your hips up to better angle himself impossibly deeper, your moans echoing across the room. 

You could see his cheeks flush, breath hitching desperately as he lowered his face to yours, voice still steady. “Fucking hell.” He groaned, his gaze hungrily raking across your body, eyes lingering on where your body was taking him. “Taking me so fucking deep, sweet girl.” Every word emphasized with a thrust, your head dizzy from the pleasure. His hips snapped harder, deeper, his thrusts pushing you closer to the edge as you whimpered loudly. “Oscar, fuck please, you feel so fucking good.” You cry out, lips bitten raw from pleasure. He slid out slowly, the loss making you whine as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Slowly, he flipped your body around, an arm snaking around your waist to lift your hips as he slid a pillow underneath, propping you up. 

You lay your cheek on the other pillow, tilting your head, trying to catch a glimpse of him as his hands roamed your ass. “You alright, darling?” He mumbled, checking in as he shifted closer, his chest pressing lightly against your back. You nodded slightly, head hazy with want as you let out a small ‘yes’. 

He pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades before sliding back in, one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing lightly on your back. His thrusts drew out deep moans, the noise slightly muffled by the pillow. His thrusts sped up, each one hitting a spot deep inside you as tears streaked down your face. 

“That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me.” He praised. “Gonna let me fill this fucking cunt, hm?” He teased, his thrusts backing every word, cock throbbing as you clenched around him. His hips stuttered at the feeling. His thrusts slowed, savouring the feeling of you as he slid a hand into your hair. You slid your hips back to meet him, grinding against him, body aching with need.

Oscar chuckled, the sound settling deep in your spine as his hips stopped completely. “Go on then, darling. Use me. Show me how bad you need it.” His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling lightly near the scalp. You whimpered pathetically, hips pushing back against his desperately. 

“Oscar, please.” You whined, body aching for his action. “Can’t do it like you, please. Need you to fuck me.” You begged, voice high-pitched with desperate need. 

His hips thrust forward, a moan tumbling out from you loudly. “I’ve got you, baby. This what you need?” He teased, thrusts hitting deep inside you as he pulled your body to meet his. 

“Yes, yes, yes fuck yes.” You whimpered out, words tumbling like grateful pleas. His grin was evil, ego skyrocketing at how badly you needed him. He chuckled lowly, his groans exposing his own orgasm nearing. 

“See how well you take me, darling? Cunt was fucking made for me. Wasn’t it?” He asked, hands gripping your hips almost bruisingly. 

“Yes, only for you, Osc, all for you,” you moaned, release curling low in your stomach. “Perfect girl. Sweet fucking cunt, so tight. Gonna let me fill it up, hm? Gonna let me fill up this sweet cunt, show everyone whose pussy this is?” His words made your body shiver, ringing through your ears as you whimpered. 

“Need you to fill me up so bad, Osc.” You cried out. 

“Look how wet you are. Soaking my cock, and I haven’t even made you cum on it yet.” He teased, hand reaching around to toy with your clit as he thrust into you. “Wish you could see how messy you are, baby. Fucking dripping around me, making a mess on the sheets. You gonna cum for me, darling?” He pleads. “Show me how good I feed this pussy, cum for me, baby.” 

You breathe out, feeling the pleasure build rapidly, Oscar’s thrusts speeding up, hitting the sweet spot perfectly. You cry out, moans falling from your mouth loudly as you whimper his name, your body clenching around him as his hips stutter. He buries himself deep inside you, cumming with a deep groan as he thrusts shallowly, his cock throbbing pathetically inside you as he spills. Wet, hot, filling you up filthily. 

He slowly pulled out, your cunt clenching around nothing as you whined. Oscar gently rolls you over, tugging the blanket over your bodies as he slides into bed next to you, his arm reaching down to grab his long-forgotten t-shirt to lightly clean both of you. His arms slide around you, pulling you closer, lips pressing softly to your forehead. “So good for me, baby. Did so well, made me feel so good.” He praised. His voice was soft with admiration. 

You smiled up at him lazily, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw, your body warm against his. As you cuddled up closer to him, the soft chatter of the room next door hammered its way into your head. 

Your cheeks flushed impossibly darker as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Oh my god, no!” You whined out, embarrassed. You had completely forgotten about the boys next door, the paper-thin walls surely not doing anything for yours and Oscar’s privacy.

He chuckled into your hair, hand rubbing soothingly across your back. The possibility of them hearing you two not even a terror to him. You giggled into his chest before closing your eyes, his hands brushing through your hair, slowly lulling you to sleep.  

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The hotel buzzed with low conversation and clinking cutlery as you and Oscar made your way into the lobby’s dining area for breakfast. You slid into the chair beside Oscar, trying very hard to look and act normal. He, infuriatingly, did look normal, calm and composed. Of course he did. 

It lasted all of thirty seconds.

“So,” George said slyly, sitting down across from both of you, eyebrows raised just a little too high with amusement. “Didn’t realize we’d booked front-row seats last night.”

Your fork froze halfway to your mouth, cheeks flushing pink. 

Lando snorted. “Mate, I thought someone was being murdered. Turns out it was just-” he gestured vaguely between you and Oscar, grinning.

Your face burned. “Oh my god.”

Oscar didn’t even flinch.

He took a slow sip of tea, then glanced up, expression maddeningly neutral, but you could see the slight raise of his lips. “Walls are thin,” he said simply.

“That was not the surprising part,” Alex cut in, laughing almost. “It’s you.” 

Oscar raises an eyebrow. “Me?” He questioned, his hands continuing to work their way through his food.

“Yeah, mate,” George said. “Didn’t really peg you as…loud.” He explained, holding back a chuckle as he hid his smile behind his cup. 

The table laughed, and for a minute, you very seriously considered disappearing under it and never coming back out. 

Oscar finally turned to look at you, something warm and unapologetic in his eyes. A silent ‘sorry for my friends’ behaviour’. His hand found your thigh under the table, steady, grounding, deliberate. 

“I was…enjoying myself,” he said calmly. “Sue me.”

Lando leaned back, shaking his head. “Man, who woulda thought? All quiet and reserved on track, then absolutely-” 

“Oscar,” you hissed, practically mortified. 

Oscar, again, looked entirely unbothered. 

He glanced from Lando to you, reaching for his tea, his voice even and thoughtful when he finally spoke. “I don’t see the problem.”

George barked out a laugh. “You don’t see the problem? Mate, you were-”

“Enjoying myself,” Oscar cut in mildly, sipping his tea.

Alex raised a brow. “Guess we’ve been misjudging you,” he shrugged. 

Oscar shrugged, lips twitching just slightly. “Happens.”

He met your eyes again as the conversation finally drifted away to another topic, his fingers tightened a fraction on your thigh. 

Oscar Piastri may have been reserved on the outside, but one thing is for sure, with you? He never was.