✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Oscar Piastri x You || Eighty One plus One :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
RATED R, 18+ MINORS DNI
➳ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:
Oscar was nervous for your fourth date, but it's straight out of a romance novel. Candle-lit dinner. A little black dress. Finally the intimacy you've both been craving.
➳ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:
[fluff / smut]
➳ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔:
[straight cis people sex lol, yearning, p in v, she rides him on the couch, whiny!oscar, subby!oscar]
➳ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕:
[3100 words...oops?]
➳ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔:
hiiiiiii, so turns out ej writes fic? i've been writing for all kinds of fandoms for such a long time but i've always been too nervous to post anything....hope y'all enjoy this one that's been in my drafts forever.
apologies for all errors, typos and bits that don't make sense. english is my first and only language but i've been re-reading this shit for 6 months....it all looks the same at this point.
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Oscar was clearly nervous.
When he arrived at my apartment door, his cheeks were flushed a sweet pink and his hair was parted awkwardly where he’d obviously been running his fingers through it. He was wearing the pale blue shirt I told him brought out the light in his dark eyes, and I’d stolen a tiny dress from my friend’s wardrobe for the occasion.
To be honest, I was nervous too. A fourth date felt like uncharted territory. Usually, Monaco’s finest couldn’t hide their douchebag private-school-boy attitudes from me for much longer than a few cumulative hours, let alone multiple outings.
Oscar was completely different though.
He was tooth-rottingly sweet. Kind. Always observant. On our second date, he asked if I was wearing a different perfume, then immediately apologised for “being too creepy”.
When I get home, I’m desperate to see him again. I want to know everything there is to know about Oscar Jack Piastri, and that is a new feeling for me.
This date also had the added pressure of being one date past the stereotypical ‘third date’ sex threshold made famous by literally every romcom I’d ever seen. After our accidently-too-long-because-Oscar-got-us-lost-on-a-hike third date, we were both far too tired and sweaty to even think about being intimate together for the first time. Tonight, however, was candlelit dinner at a moody restaurant. It was a little black cocktail dress. It was matching lingerie and freshly shaved legs.
Tonight was the night.
Unless it wasn’t…in which case I would be bitterly disappointed, unendingly horny, but completely understanding.
Oscar had been slow and steady with every single step of this courtship so far, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have expected anything different when it came to sex.
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“Hi.”
I leaned against my front doorframe, letting Oscar run his eyes over me unashamedly.
He immediately let out a nervous puff of air, a breath he’d been holding for too long while he waited for me to open the door.
“Hi.” He mirrored my slightly wary tone. I reached forward to kiss both his cheeks and tried not to incriminate myself by shivering when Oscar’s hand slipped over my waist. “Shall we go?” I asked, pulling the door behind me closed with a light thud. Oscar nodded, looking me over again with guilty eyes, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“It’s okay Osc, we’re going on a date, you’re allowed to look.” I teased him, spinning dramatically for his viewing pleasure. The blush which kissed his pale cheeks deepened ever so slightly.
“You might even get to touch.” I whispered in his ear before practically skipping my way to the elevator.
“You can’t just…” He trailed off with a frustrated laugh and I felt like I was floating. I wasn’t usually this bold, this cheeky. But the way Oscar looked at me seemed to bring something out of me. “I think I can actually.” I smirked at him and he just shook his head, reaching for my hand.
“Can we at least make it to dinner before you kill me…please?” A cheesy grin plastered itself across his face.
“I suppose...” I rolled my eyes, linking our fingers tight as we stepped onto the elevator.
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Dinner was straight out of a romance novel.
I’d heard about the restaurant from a friend who made a habit of dating rich men with outstanding taste albeit checkered criminal histories. Oscar booked it as a surprise even though I’d only mentioned it once. As I said, he’s observant.
When we arrived, a waitress with a smooth French accent led us to a secluded table in the corner of the room. There was a single red rose in the center of the table and four mismatched candles pre-lit to set the mood.
There was also a small hand-written reserved sign in the middle of the table which had a cursive “82” scrawled in thin black swirls on both sides.
I must have looked confused because Oscar, stifling a giggle, leaned in to whisper in my ear. “81 plus 1 is 82.” He squeezed my hand in his before letting go so he could pull out my chair. I could practically hear his silly smile.
“You think you’re so clever.” I smirked at him as he sat down across from me.
“Yeah, I do.” He grinned, quietly pocketing the folded paper like he already knew it was something special.
We didn’t have to wait long before a waiter started pouring complimentary champagne and another staff member had placed a divine-looking charcuterie board between us. “Complements of the House.” The waitress smiled at Oscar glassy-eyed before shuffling off to another table.
“So, this is how the other half live…” I joked, reaching for the bubbling glass in front of me.
“The job has its perks...the novelty of free stuff never quite wears off though.” Oscar was blushing again, also reaching for his glass before clinking it lightly with mine.
“What are we toasting to?” I asked, trying to be subtle as we both held our glasses in the air.
“Whatever you like.” Oscar said, absolute sincerity dripping from his voice. I let myself get lost in his eyes for just a moment before speaking again.
“To the novelty never quite wearing off.” It was mushy, but I wanted him to know that I was serious. That whatever this was, it was serious to me.
We talked a lot over dinner. Not about anything all that interesting, but it was nice to just chat. I enjoyed the way Oscar came alive when he talked about something he was truly passionate about. Liked the way he gesticulated with his hands so much when he talked about racing, he had to put his knife and fork down. My cheeks were aching from laughing and Oscar had a relaxed air to him. He looked young. At ease. He was in the middle of telling me a truly harrowing story from when he first moved out of the dorms after boarding school, something to do with drying socks in the oven, when a waiter quietly approached with the dessert menu.
“I can’t but please don’t let that stop you.” Oscar politely declined, opening the floor for me.
“Not tonight merci…the bill would be great though.” I smiled. Oscar was grinning ear to ear.
“That might be the first time I’ve ever seen you turn down an opportunity for chocolate.” He crossed his arms over his chest to feign suspicion and I pretended not to notice the way it made his shirt cling to his biceps in a borderline pornographic way.
“I have chocolate at home.” I said, trying not to sound too flustered, nor presumptuous. I knew that mentioning home would put ideas in Oscar’s head.
“Of course you do.” He spoke more to himself than to me, letting out a similar nervous breath to when I’d opened my front door earlier.
The bill arrived and Oscar ever-so-gentlemanly slipped his credit card in the leather book before I could even assess the damage.
“Only fair, since you’ve clearly already paid for dessert.” He said, matter-of-fact.
I don’t think he was trying to be suave, but his comment oozed sexual tension and it made my stomach flip.
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The short walk back to my apartment seemed longer than normal. We were dawdling, hands intertwined. Conversation flowed so easily between us I almost forgot the coitus-shaped elephant in the room. Almost.
“So when are you away again?” I asked, gripping his bicep in subconscious possessiveness. “Early Thursday morning.” He said, his tone almost mournful. “But you just got back!” I whined, holding him a little tighter. The champagne and three glasses of red wine with dinner were clearly impacting my ability stay nonchalant.
“Normally I wouldn’t come back in between races on a double-header…” He said with a shrug. “But there’s this girl I wanted to see and…” He was rolling his eyes in fake exasperation when I cut him off, smacking his chest.
“You did not come back just for me.”
His eyes lit up as he smiled down at me.
“Oscar Jack Piastri, please tell me you didn’t private charter yourself back to Monaco at the expense of the planet just to have dinner with me tonight?” I must have looked horrified because Oscar was properly laughing.
“Will it make you feel better if I plant a tree when I get to Spain?” He stopped walking to wrap two arms around my waist, pulling me in a little tighter than I expected. “81 plus 1 trees and we’ll call it even.” I tried to keep my voice light and flirty, but I was thoroughly distracted by his hands.
We’d never been this close before. Bodies pressed firmly against one another. Moonlight shining off the water beside us.
A weighty, but comfortable silence fell between us as Oscar let his forehead rest against mine.
“I’d fly just about anywhere to see you in this dress.” Oscar whispered.
I know he was trying to be seductive, but all I heard was kindness and absolute sincerity.
“You like it?” I leaned back from him slightly so I could see his face.
“Something like that…yeah.” He was blushing again and I loved how powerful that made me feel. His eyes raked over me slowly and I let him look. Tilted my head at him when his eyes seems to linger at my chest.
“Do you want to take it off me, Oscar?” I asked, hooking a finger between two buttons on his shirt so I could pull him close again. His breath was suddenly uneven. I leaned forward slowly to press our lips together for the first time that night.
“You can tell me if you do.” I hummed, running my hand along his arm which immediately tensed and wrapped around my waist.
Another moment of silence.
More heavy eye contact.
“Are you sure?” Oscar murmured, moving his head quickly to hide against my neck.
“I don’t want to rush you.” He mumbled.
Oh, the irony.
I pressed my hand against his cheek as reassurance.
“Completely sure.” I could feel his wry smile against my collarbone, the tension now broken.
He broke away from me with a smirk, so I shoved him playfully down the footpath.
"Lead the way then!"
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Oscar didn’t say anything as he pulled my hand eagerly behind him. He was speed walking towards my apartment with absolute purpose, and it was incredibly endearing.
The harsh light and mirrored doors of my building’s elevator exposed for the first time just how wrecked Oscar truly was. He was nervously carding his fingers through his hair again. His cheeks were bright red. I could already see the faintest outline of his cock straining against his jeans...just the promise of intimacy enough to drive him crazy. I leaned my head on his shoulder, hoping the physical contact might reassure him, but something about the way he so eagerly leaned back into me made me feel unsteady on my feet.
Oscar had me pressed against my front door the moment it latched closed behind us. It was a shock to the system, given his usual composure, but not entirely unwelcome.
“I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.” Oscar muttered, face buried in my neck again, hands gripping tight at my sides. His lips were barely brushing my skin, but it felt deeply erotic.
“Me too.” I said, breathless, letting my fingers rest in the curls at the base of his neck.
“Fuck…” He groaned, pressing me harder against the door.
“From the moment I saw you tonight…”
“Wanted this for so long.”
“Can’t wait to touch you.”
“Please baby.”
His accent seemed thicker and I wanted to keep him talking forever.
I started unbuttoning his shirt with what would probably be referred to as clumsy abandon, only for Oscar’s hands to immediately wrap around my wrists and pin them above my head.
“You first…please.” He pressed his forehead against mine again, breath shaky, tone pleading. “I need to see you.”
Lord, give me strength.
I nodded in agreement, trying not to shiver as Oscar’s hands traced down my arms to where my dress had already slipped off my left shoulder. His every movement was deliberate. Calculated. The way he reached around for the zipper. The slow drag of his nails against my skin as he pulled the fabric away from my body.
I stood there patiently while Oscar tried his best to comprehend the black lace left clinging to my body when my dress fell to the floor.
Once his hands eventually returned to my waist, I got to work ridding him of his shirt. We’d barely made it past the front door, but I didn’t care. We’d waited so long for this, been so patient and caring with one another. I let my hands roam across his bare chest freely and noticed quickly that whenever my fingers brushed against his nipple, he would suck in a sharp breath.
Again, I felt drunk with power knowing I could get a reaction out of him that easily.
On his next sharp breath, I properly sunk my teeth into his bottom lip.
“Careful…” Oscar warned in a laughing whisper.
“Or what?” I quipped back, shifting my hip slightly so it pressed harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Jesus Christ…” He huffed to himself, head dropping back for just a moment.
I wanted to test the water, but I was also growing slightly sick of the doorknob digging into my spine.
Likely also to Oscar’s relief, I pressed a firm hand to his chest and nudged him down the hallway toward the lounge room.
The way he looked up at me when I shoved him down onto the couch should be studied in a lab. Eyes angled up at me, cheeks completely flushed.
Oscar was absolutely stunning.
I stood for a self-indulgent moment between his parted legs and just stared. His hands immediately found the backs of my thighs and the cool touch of his fingertips kickstarted an overwhelming need for me to devour the man in front of me.
I dropped as elegantly as I could manage into Oscar’s lap and grinned at the needy little groan that escaped his lips. I pressed wet kisses along the jawline that had been haunting my dreams for weeks, thrilled to notice that his pale skin marks incredibly easily .
“So fucking pretty.” I whispered as I pressed a slow kiss below his earlobe. Another needy whine spilled out of him, louder this time.
Interesting.
I lingered against his neck a moment longer, letting my mouth hover, letting the anticipation of what might come next do the work for me.
Oscar practically stopped breathing when I planted myself more firmly in his lap. The soft friction was perfect, and before I could really process what was happening, I was grinding back and forth against him. He looked so broad and strong beneath me, I needed to touch every inch. I traced an unhurried line along his shoulder while my hips continued to gently rock back and forth, as if I were trying to learn him by touch alone.
The way he whimpered told me everything I needed to know, but I really, really needed to hear him say it.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Oscar?”
I brushed my thumb against his bottom lip and swooned at how eagerly he sucked it immediately into his mouth, hips jerking sharply beneath me.
“Please…” He groaned into the palm of my hand, pressing kisses down to my wrist.
I shifted my weight against him again.
“Please what?” I asked, a little cocky.
His hips pushed up again and I struggled to keep my composure.
“Please…please fuck me.” Oscar whimpered, still chasing friction. The sight and sound of him begging for it was all I needed.
Without another word, I worked to free Osc’s leaking cock and lined him up with my cunt.
“Tell me if it’s too much, or if you want to stop.” I said, bringing Oscar back to reality for a quiet moment of consent. He nodded enthusiastically.
“I never want you to stop. Ever.” He keened back as I started to sink down onto him.
“Good boy...that’s it Osc.” I couldn't help but smile, enjoying the perfect stretch of him for the first time.
Full doesn’t even begin to cover it.
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It really didn’t take much for Oscar to start begging.
I was riding him slow and gentle, trying to draw out what would hopefully be a long night together, but he was already getting close.
“Need to cum already…please baby.” He sounded so sweet. So desperate.
How could I say no? A girl only has so much resolve.
I pushed lightly against his shoulders to give myself more leverage and he seemed to enjoy the extra pressure.
“You wanna fill me up Osc? Show me how much you’ve wanted this?” I teased, brushing his now dishevelled hair off his face as I buried his cock deeper inside me.
He nodded quickly, wide eyes glued to mine as I gripped his chin and melted our mouths together again.
“Go on then…come for me.” I whispered right against his ear, bouncing my hips harder for him, loosing my rhythm slightly when his fingers dug into ass.
He dropped his head to suck on my tits, and one last tug at his hair was enough to rip an earth-shattering groan from his throat. His arms wrapped tight around my waist, holding me flush against him as he came.
A sweet silence filled my apartment and suddenly I was acutely aware that we hadn’t even stopped for long enough to turn a light on.
“Baby…that was…” Oscar finally started, his face still buried in my shoulder. “Yeah…” I agreed, holding him close to me. “You’re…” He tried again. “So are you…” I responded, still trying to catch my own breath.
He let out a shy laugh.
“You ok?” I asked, fondness suddenly filling my chest.
He laughed again, the rumble vibrating through me where our bodies were still connected.
“I’ll take laughter as a yes.”
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We stayed there for what could have been hours, melted together in comfortable albeit slightly sticky bliss. I didn’t even care that I hadn’t come yet. Giving Oscar exactly what he wanted, learning him in an entirely new way, felt satisfying enough.
Despite a pathetic protest from Oscar, I eventually lifted myself off him and pulled him to his feet.
He looked about as wrecked as I felt, but there was a content, boyish glow to him. I wrapped two arms around his neck and kissed him, obsessed with how eagerly he leaned into me still.
“Come on.” I grinned, leading him towards my bedroom.
“I’ve got about 81 plus 1 other things I want to try tonight”.
He rolled his eyes at me, but followed close behind.
“Can we at least eat the chocolate you bought first?”
🇲🇨 06.06.2026 | F1 Grand Prix of Monaco: Practice 3 & Qualifying
Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri of the McLaren Mastercard Formula 1 Team during the Formula 1 Monaco Grand Prix on the Monaco Street Circuit on June 6, 2026, in Monaco, Monaco. (Photo by Marcel van Dorst/EYE4IMAGES/NurPhoto via Getty Images)
