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✭pairing: oscar piastri x dancer fem!reader
✭content: smuttt to the maxxxx, pnv (unprotected sex, but please wrap it before u tap it), lowkey teasing oscar, reader is a dancer, sports car by tate mcrae, dirty talk, creampie, pet names, aftercare, some fluff
✭yap: I'm soooo sorry it's taken this long, babies, lowkey i was in a slump and i didn't wanna write just for it to turn out badly. I am still slightly unsatisfied with the start, but (not to toot my own horn) i feel the smut was written welllll so I hope y'all think so too. this was written based on this request here so thank you anon! I did change it a lil bit just cuz i felt like it flowed more naturally this way. Again, sorry for the wait, and I hope y'all enjoy it!!!
✭word count: 4.5k
You were sitting on the floor near the end of the bed, legs folded neatly beneath you as you scrolled through music and choreography. Oscar stepped out of the ensuite bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist, hair damp, chest glistening, water trailing down his torso.
You glanced once, eyes scanning over him before looking away quickly. He caught it instantly.
“See something you like?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his smirk. You rolled your eyes at his smugness, “Just trying to see what everyone’s obsessed with.” You joked, cheeks flushing at the sight of him.
He dropped the towel and started dressing slowly, deliberately. Sweatpants, no boxers, pulling the drawstring tight right in front of you, his cock imprinting through his sweats, your mouth falling open at the sight.
Then, without warning, he stepped behind you and bent down, palms planting on the floor beside your hips, his chest brushing against your back as his lips ghosted your ear.
“You’re staring, darling,” he whispered, voice thick. “You know what that does to me.”
Then he kissed the top of your shoulder, soft and sweet, before walking off like nothing happened, your heart thundering at his proximity.
༊*·˚
You were buckled into the passenger seat, legs crossed, wearing a sundress that kept riding up with every bump in the road. You hadn’t meant to tease, not really, but the smirk pulling at Oscar’s lips as he glanced over you said otherwise.
At a red light, his hand slid onto your thigh. Casual, normal, as if it belonged there.
Except he didn’t move it, just let it sit there, warm and heavy.
At the next light, his thumb started circling your inner thigh, slow strokes, nowhere near enough.
“You keep shifting,” he said, tone riddled with amusement.
“You keep touching me,” you rebut, squirming slightly.
“Touching?” he echoed, lips quirking. “This isn’t touching, darling, not yet.”
You glared at him as he smiled.
༊*·˚
You were curled beside him on the sofa, watching some Netflix show you hadn’t absorbed a second of. Your legs were across Oscar’s lap, and at some point, his hand had landed on your calf, thumb stroking idly.
His hand slowly wandered up as he pretended to be immersed in the show on screen.
Your knee, the curve of your thigh. Just casually inching up. He didn’t look at you, just smirked at the screen and kept tracing.
“What?” he asked, feeling your eyes on him, his tone seeping with fake innocence.
“You’re like two inches from my-”
“Mhm,” he cut in, “I know exactly where I am, baby.” Then he finally looked at you, eyes dragging over your face, slow, dark and hungry.
“You gonna stop me?” he asked challengingly. You swallowed, cheeks flushing at his tone.
He leaned down and kissed your temple and went right back to stroking your thigh.
Just as slow, just as maddening.
༊*·˚
Oscar had been on the phone, a team call or something serious. You stood at the dresser, picking out clothes for the evening, Oscar sitting just behind you at the edge of the bed, silently giving you his opinion every time you held up an item of clothing.
You bent down to grab something, and when you stood back up, you could see Oscar’s eyes trailing down your body through the mirror.
Still on the call.
Still perfectly composed, answers leaving his mouth beautifully.
Except for his hand, now palming himself through his sweats. You stared, eyes widening at the sight.
He winked.
Still speaking into the phone like nothing was happening. You shook your head to ignore him, walking past him.
And just as you walked past him, flustered and glaring, he brought his hand up and reached out, landing a smack to your ass, hard enough to make you squeak.
“Sorry,” he said into the call, completely straight-faced. “Bumped my toe into something.”
You whipped around, eyes wide with disbelief. He smiled wider.
༊*·˚
The evening had a pulse. Whether it was nerves or the tension that had been seeping off of Oscar all day, it gave you a buzz.
It was subtle, just beneath the surface of the quiet hotel, the vibration of a bass that thrummed in your chest. The windows were cracked open to the warm Las Vegas air, letting the sounds of the city drift in, faint laughter, the distant sounds of engines growling, the thrilling nightlife moving fast.
The air in your hotel suite felt impossibly thick, heavy with that heat that hadn’t come simply from the weather. The suite smelled like clean linen and sunscreen, a faint hint of sweetness lingering in the air.
You were sitting on the floor in front of your suitcase, digging through your costume bag while Oscar sat sprawled across the bed, one arm behind his head, phone simply lying forgotten on his chest. His gaze hadn’t left you for ten minutes.
His gaze felt weighted from where he lay stretched on the bed in a simple black tee and sweats. Somehow, you always thought he looked better like this, loose, relaxed. His hair was still damp from his show, watching you move around like he hadn’t been mentally undressing you since the sun set.
“You’ve been staring at me like that since I walked out of the bathroom.” You said without looking up, haphazardly folding a sports bra in your lap.
Oscar let out a little lazy laugh, “You walked out in that, what am I supposed to do?” he asked teasingly.
You glanced down, and the tiny blank tank clung to your chest, loose and low in the back. The matching dancer shorts were practically second skin. “This?” It’s not even the show outfit.” You brushed off, going back to rummaging through your suitcase.
His eyes dragged over you with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t need it to be. That’s the problem.”
You smiled, cheeks warm, heart fluttering at the subtle hunger in his voice, always just beneath the surface with him. But right now, you were in work mode, mostly.
“Okay, seriously,” you said, standing and stretching your arms over your head, tank sliding up slightly exposing your lower stomach, Oscar’s eyes immediately dropping to the bare skin with hunger. “I need a second opinion. Tomorrow’s final dress rehearsal is in the morning, and I need to make sure I have this one section perfect. Can I run the routine for you? You can tell me if it looks clean.”
Oscar lifted an eyebrow, now intrigued. “Which section?”
“You’ll see,” You teased, walking towards the small table tucked into the corner of the hotel room and grabbing the chair with it, dragging it to the open center of the suite. The floor beneath your bare feet felt cool, your body already humming with nerves and anticipation, something hotter flickering low in your belly.
Oscar tilted his head curiously, now sitting on the edge of the bed. “So you want me to give you feedback on the choreography?”
“Yeah,” You said, pushing your hair to one side, “I trust you more than some bored stage manager who’s just money-hungry.” You dug out your speaker, turning it on and connecting it to your phone as you scrolled for the song.
His gaze dropped to your bare thighs, shorts tight at the hem. “If it’s a routine in that, you might not get any feedback that’s useful.” His face was adorned with a small smirk as he leaned back on his hands.
You smiled as you synced your phone to the speaker. “Keep your hands to yourself, and stay in your seat, Piastri.” You spoke with false sternness.
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Sounds like self-control,” You retorted, matter-of-factly.
He didn’t argue, just settled back nicely with a slow-spreading grin and a glint in his eye that made your pulse stutter.
The song began playing a bit before the chorus, allowing you time to settle and get familiar with the beat before diving into the dance. You took a slow, steady breath and let the music take you.
You moved with intention.
At first, it was subtle. A tilt of the head, a roll of the shoulder, a teasing ripple through your spine as you walked slowly around the chair. You made sure he watched your hands, the way they traced over your hips, your thighs, ghosted across the inside of your leg as you leaned forward and hooked your fingers over the backrest.
Your eyes met his across the space. Oscar’s mouth had parted just slightly, his hands resting clenched on his thighs, fingers twitching.
♪I think you know what this is♪
You lie back on the chair, arching your back and lifting your leg straight up, the other bent, your head hanging off the side. Your body moved with slow, fluid sensuality through the lyrics of the chorus. Every move emphasized the curves of your hips, the strength in your thighs, and the control in your core.
♪I’ll bet you got a sports car♪
The music thrummed in your chest, words swirling around the room as Oscar’s eyes darkened. You turned the back of the chair towards him, sauntering up towards him, legs now straddling him, eyes locking on his face. Your knees spread wide on either side of him, thighs flexing as you dropped low onto his lap, feeling his arousal poke at you as you moved your hips in slow, deliberate rolls, moving effortlessly.
Oscar inhaled sharply. You caught it, that second of understanding before his restraint buckled slightly.
The beats pulsed boldly, your confidence spiking at the way his eyes roamed your body. You continued through the chorus, the final lyrics floating through your movements.
You finished the final movement with a slow, aching drag of your hips against him, one leg propped up sternly next to him on the bed, his face nearly level with your core, breath heavy from the routine. The beat faded, but the heat in the room was ever present. It clung to your skin like a hug.
Oscar hadn’t moved, hadn’t blinked.
His arms were braced on his thighs, jaw tight, mouth slightly parted as if he’d forgotten how to breathe. His eyes were dark, locked on you like he couldn’t decide how to move on.
You placed your leg down, slowly turning around and taking a step back, legs still flexed, a slight tremble from the control you’d held through the routine. You clasped your hands behind your back, head tilted with mock innocence.
“Well?” you said, voice light and breathless, lips curling shyly. Oscar looked up at you like he could devour you with a thought.
His voice came low, dangerous. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, feigning wide-eyed sweetness. “What? Dancing?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb,” he said, standing slowly, controlled and precise, like a lion rising from tall grass. His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Had me fucking sitting there watching you grind like you needed it, like you knew it was driving me insane.” He was standing in front of you now, head leaning down towards your ear as his hands slid up your waist. “Thought I’d just sit back while you danced like that? Legs open, tits bouncing, grinding that needy pussy into me.”
You bit your lip, every nerve in your body alight. “Just wanted to see how it looked,” you lied, knowing it was never meant for feedback.
“Feedback.” He chuckled darkly, the word dripping sarcasm on his tongue. He pulled you flush against him, a gasp leaving your mouth as you felt him, hard, hot, twitching against your stomach through his joggers. His hand slid down, slipping under the curve of your ass and pulling you impossibly closer, grinding his cock into your stomach in one slow thrust that hitched your breath.
Oscar pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the brown colour, heat rising in thick waves from every inch of him. “We can play that game, baby.” He whispered, hands gripping your thighs as he picked you up effortlessly and tossed you gently on the bed. You bounced slightly as you looked at him wantingly. Your heart hammered, thighs falling open instinctively.
He stood there for a moment, just watching you, chest rising, cock twitching visibly beneath the waistband of his joggers. And then he smiled.
Slow. Dangerous. Knowing.
“Wanted my attention, didn’t you, baby?” he crawled over you like he owned the space between your thighs.
“Fucking soaked,” He murmured, eyes dragging across your wet heat, soaking through your thin shorts. “And you expect me to believe that was just choreo, hm?” He slid your shorts off slowly, tossing them to the side, your thighs slick with want.
You moaned, hips twitching as he slid a finger through your folds. He slid a finger in slowly, his eyes aching to watch you stretch around him, cock twitching at the sight. His other hand slid up your waist gently, hands catching the hem of your tank top, pushing up past your tits as his hand grabbed your breast, thumb swiping over you teasingly.
He leaned down and wrapped his lips around one nipple, suckling softly at first, then harder, his tongue flicking teasingly while he slid in another finger. Your back arched into him as a moan escaped your throat.
“Who’s got you this wet, hm baby?” he teased, fingers curling dangerously. “Y-you,” you gasped, “Always you.” You whimpered, eyes begging him for more.
He kissed the swell of your breast before trailing sloppy kisses down your torso, leaving a small hickey on your hipbone. He kissed down your hips, soft kisses tickling your inner thigh, open-mouthed and wet.
And then his tongue met your clit.
Your back arched off the bed instantly as he groaned against you, fingers still stretching you deliciously. He licked a slow stripe through your folds before sucking your slit between his lips.
“Taste so fucking sweet, baby.” He groaned, his voice low with obsession.
He lapped at you like he hadn’t been fed in days, relentless, obscene, like he wanted to leave you crying before he had even fucked you. He pumped his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside you as he licked you up, your moans bordering on sobs.
“There ya go,” he murmured, his face nuzzling into you as if he couldn’t get enough. “Sound so fucking pretty.” He felt you clench around his fingers, knowing you were close as you ground your hips onto his mouth.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, your hips arching into him.
It hit you hard. Your whole body clenched, thighs snapping around his head as you cried out, your orgasm crashing through you like waves. He didn’t stop, just held you there, worked you through it, his tongue still flicking against your clit, fingers pumping into you until you were shaking from oversensitivity.
Finally, he pulled back, lips red and wet as he crawled back up your body. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, tossing it off him before kissing you. Hot and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He reached down, shoving off his joggers as his cock slapped against his stomach, hard and leaking, your eyes wide with need.
Oscar noticed the way your eyes locked on his cock as he smirked like the devil himself. He climbed back on top of you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, down to your nose before landing on your lips. His tongue licked onto yours, your mouth filling with the taste of him and yourself mixed. You moaned at the taste, hand reaching down to align his cock with your entrance. He subconsciously swatted your hand away, grabbing himself before rubbing his cock teasingly across your folds. You panted into his mouth, eyes fluttering dizzily.
He pulled back slightly, eyes gazing darkly across your face as he slapped his cock lightly on your clit, the sensation making your body jump as you whimpered.
“Beg for it,” he demanded, voice low as he continued to tease you, his eyes set on his tip sliding through your wet folds.
“Please, Oscar,” you gasped, grinding your body down aimlessly as you craved the touch. “I need it, please fuck, give it to me,” You whined, words breathless and needy, like music to his ears.
He smirked, lining himself up before pushing in slowly. His one hand rested on your waist, the other holding himself up as he watched himself slide in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you, filling you to the edge of pain.
“Fuck,” He groaned, his strength faltering a little, eyes closing briefly. “You always feel so fucking good.”
He hadn’t moved yet. Just held you there, stretched and trembling, letting you feel everything, the heat, the weight, the ownership.
Then he started to thrust, pulling out slowly at first, then thrusting back in, deep and controlled, dragging his cock along every spot that made your toes curl. Your hands came up to his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice filthy with lust, dipping his head down to whisper into your ear. “Take it. Take all of me, princess. Show me who owns this pussy.” He groaned, the words sending a shiver down you as his tip hit your cervix.
You cried out as he started to pick up the pace, his hips snapping harder into you, your body rocking with every thrust, your tits bouncing like a sight he could only have ever wished for.
He groaned, his hips stuttering. “So fucking perfect. So wet for me, tight around my cock like you fucking need it. Don’t you, baby, hm? Need to get fucked stupid, don’t you?” He spoke, the words spilling out of him filthily as you whimpered, head nodding incessantly.
“I do,” You moaned, words slurring slightly, “I need it, need you,”
“Yeah? You need to be fucked, darling?” he growled. “Need to be reminded who this pussy belongs to?”
You panted his name, thighs trembling as you felt yourself getting close.
“Your cunt was made to take me, look at you,” He spoke, eyes fluttering down to your belly, his cock bulging through as he pressed a hand down on it, your body jolting as you cried out.
“Come for me, pretty girl, show me what I do to you,” he whispered, suckling wet kisses into your neck as his hips slammed against yours, his hand reaching up to rub over your nipple.
You came again, this time around him, your walls clenching tight, making him curse as he fucked you through it, chasing his orgasm.
You felt his cock throb, your pussy fluttering around him as you looked at him dazedly, lips bitten red and raw. “Fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up. You want that, gorgeous girl? Want me to cum inside you?” He teased, voice cracking momentarily as his hips faltered.
“Please, Osc, please, yes!” You sobbed out, legs wrapping around his hips tightly.
With one deep thrust, he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a groan so low and broken it sent another wave of heat rolling through you. He thrust his hips forward, mindlessly dragging out his orgasm as he filled you up, his cum leaking from where your bodies met.
Then he dipped down, kissing your cheek, your jaw, then a soft one to your lips. “Can you go again, darling?” He asked sweetly, his cock twitching inside you, hardening again as you lay there breathless. He smiled at you, pulling out slowly, you whined at the loss, feeling his cum drip out of you as he pulled you up slowly. He rearranged the pillows against the headboard before sitting back. He pulled you on top of him, your knees holding you up slightly as his hands gripped your waist.
He leaned back leisurely against the headboard, chest flushed, skin slick with sweat. His cock twitched against his stomach, already almost fully hard again. His eyes dragged over you, slick and wrecked, like he was seeing heaven embodied on top of him.
“My perfect girl,” he murmured, voice honeyed and dark.
You shivered at the sound, your hands finding his shoulders as you settled, your knees on either side of his hips, still breathless from your orgasm. He helped guide you into place, his thumb rubbing slow, grounding circles into your skin.
“You’re shaking,” he said softly.
“I can take it,” You whispered back.
Oscar smirked, his hands dragging up to your ribs, then back down over your hips. “I know you can,” he said, voice thick with lust, “That’s what makes you so fucking good for me.” He praised.
You reached down, curling your hand around his cock, still sticky, still hot, full hard again now, lining him up, Oscar sucked in a breath as you hovered over him, tip just brushing your entrance.
“Nice and slow, darling,” he murmured, holding your hips steady. “Wanna feel you wrap around me.”
You sank down with a shaky moan, taking him inch by inch, the stretch still intense and oh so perfect. Your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back as he filled you again, deeper somehow.
“You look so fucking good on top of me, baby, fuck.” He groaned, voice strained beneath you as you finally peeled off your sweat-soaked tank top, tossing it aside.
You started to move, slow, sinuous rolls of your hips that had him cursing under his breath, his hands gripping your hips in a way that was sure to leave bruises.
“So warm,” he whimpered, “So wet, still fucking dripping from the first time.” He moaned, eyes dark with obsession as he looked at you, watching your body take him.
You nodded, unable to speak, the drag of his cock sending sparks up your spine.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Ride me, show me how good this pussy is.” He rasped out.
You began to bounce, steady and deep, your thighs trembling from the effort, from the oversensitivity. Oscar periodically thrust his hips up to meet yours. He looked at you ravenously, like you were untouchable, divine.
“Look at you, you’re unreal,” he groaned, eyes trailing up your body. “Tit bounding for me, riding me like you need it. Like you can’t go a day without my cock inside you.”
You moaned, a desperate, wrecked sound as his hands moved, one slipping between your thighs, finger brushing your clit, the touch to the bundle of nerves sending tremors through you.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Use me. Get yourself off, baby. I wanna feel you cum while I’m so deep you can’t think straight.” Your head spun at his words, stomach clenching, the stimulation already pushing you close again. You moved faster, grinding down, chasing release. Oscar leaned up, mouth finding your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple as you whine out above him, hands slinking into his hair, tugging gently.
“Feel that, darling?” he groaned against your skin. “Feel my cock throbbing inside you ‘cus of how fucking tight you are. You’re so close aren’t you?”
You whimpered, breath hitching, rhythm stuttering as the pressure built steadily, hot and blinding. “Oscar-” You moaned, name stuttering off your lips.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, voice firm and low with possession. “Soak me, baby. Fucking drown my cock.”
You shattered, eyes blinding white with the intensity. You felt your head spin as you came with a cry, hips stuttering. Your body convulsed, your orgasm crashing down onto you like a tidal wave. Your walls clenched around him so tight he whimpered, head falling back against the headboard as he thrust up into you once, twice, then came with a low, broken groan, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, filling you to the brim.
Your forehead dropped to his shoulder, your body trembling above him as you panted, every muscle spent, fucked out and full.
Oscar’s hand softened at your hips, stroking you gently now.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered against your temple, voice raw as he chuckled. “But what a way to go.” You laughed softly, breath catching.
He held you close, still inside you, warm and full and content. His hand slid up your back slowly, fingertips tracing your spine. His lips pressed gently to your shoulder. A soft contrast to everything that had just passed between you.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice calm and quiet now. “Too much?”
You shook your head, chest rising and falling against his. “No,” you whispered. “Perfect.”
He exhaled slowly, relief softening the sharpness of his jaw. “You’re unreal,” he said, voice still hoarse. “Fucking beautiful, every second of it. Could’ve watched you ride me forever.”
You flushed at the praise, a little shaky from the high, and he felt it instantly, the way your legs trembled, how your arms tightened around him just a bit more. He slid out softly, wrapping you tighter in his hold and rolling you gently to the side, keeping you against his chest so you didn’t have to support yourself. He was slow, careful, like you were something precious he’d never let fall.
You hummed softly against him, already half-drifting, your body boneless with satisfaction. He slid his hand down to your inner thigh, pushing your legs open slightly, his eyes hungry to see you as you tensed with a soft gasp.
“I know, baby, you’re sensitive,” he soothed, lips brushing your temple.
His fingers were slow, barely there, just cleaning you up as his cum spilled from between your thighs and onto his stomach. “Made such a mess of you,” he muttered almost proudly, kissing your hair. “Can’t believe I get to ruin you like that and then hold you after, pretty girl.”
You smiled, still dazed, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I love you,” you mumbled into his chest as his arms tightened around you. Not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you safe.
“I love you so much, baby.” His hand drifted up and down your side in soft strokes. One finger trailing over your hip, your ribs, your back. Now and then, he’d tilt his head and kiss whatever skin was closest, your cheek, your jaw, the curve of your neck.
“You okay, darling?” he whispered again, his heart hammering in his chest. You nodded, slow and sure. “Always, with you,” you mumbled back.
He closed his eyes for a second, forehead pressing to yours. “That’s all I ever want.”
The room quieted, the world narrowing to nothing but skin and warmth, his fingers never stopped moving over you, soft and grounding touches that let you fall back into your body.
He kissed the top of your head and sighed like he could finally relax knowing you were safe and taken care of.
The only thing he ever needed to be sure of.
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