and if i say osc has a breeding kink that he doesn’t even realize he has until he refuses to stop cumming in reader
breed me
decided to hit two birds with one stone so enjoy multiple anons
breeding kink | creampie | overstimulation | rough sex | slight subspace | oral (f receiving) | praise | oscar piastri x reader
you’d been teasing him all day.
it wasn’t even intentional, not at first — a little look here, a pout there. crossing your legs in the passenger seat, stretching when you walked past him in his shirt and tiny sleep shorts. giggling when he stared.
but then it was. intentional.
you liked the way his jaw tightened. the way he shifted in his seat every time you bent over or tugged the hem of your shirt lower. the little sigh he let out when you licked something sticky off your finger.
you loved getting under his skin.
but right now, oscar’s under yours.
his mouth is on your cunt, hot and wet and hungry, your back arching off the bed as his hands press your thighs apart like he owns them. he groans into your pussy like he needs it to breathe.
“you’re so fuckin’ wet already,” he mumbles, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. “was this for me, hmm? teasing all day just so i’d ruin you?”
you moan, head falling back. your hips roll against his face, needy, and he growls — low and feral — then sucks your clit into his mouth, just to hear you cry out.
“god, you taste so— fuck.”
he doesn’t let up. not even when your legs start shaking, not even when you’re sobbing out please and oscar, oscar, i’m gonna—
he just groans, moans like your pussy’s his favorite thing on earth, and pushes two fingers inside you as he fucks you through the orgasm. keeps you squirming. keeps you overstimulated. makes sure you feel it.
when he finally pulls back, your thighs are soaked. lips swollen. eyes glossy. and oscar just looks down at you, breathless, flushed, and so fucking hard it’s already leaking down his cock.
“you good, baby?” he asks, voice soft.
you nod, barely. “yeah,” you whisper. “want you.”
he grins, eyes dark. “yeah?”
“inside.”
“fuck.”
he doesn’t waste time.
his cock pushes into you slowly — inch by inch, dragging against oversensitive walls that flutter around him instantly.
you’re warm. wet. perfect.
he drops his head to your shoulder with a broken sound. “jesus christ. you’re unreal.”
his hips start to move — a steady, rough rhythm, pushing deep each time like he needs to feel your cervix. he holds your legs wide open and watches the way his cock disappears inside you.
“you’re taking me so well,” he groans. “like your pussy knows i belong there.”
you’re already clenching around him. already gasping, nails in his back.
and that’s when he starts losing it.
he speeds up. gets deeper, rougher. hips slamming into yours, every thrust punching a moan from your throat.
“you gonna cum again for me?” he pants, eyes locked on your face. “gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”
you nod, desperate. your legs shake.
and then he’s reaching between you, rubbing your clit in tight, filthy circles.
“do it, baby. fuck—please. wanna feel it. wanna feel your pussy squeeze me.”
and when you cum, it’s like your body snaps. your cunt clamps down around him, walls pulsing, and the sound you make isn’t even human.
he groans — chokes — and suddenly stills inside you, hips twitching.
“oh fuck—fuck, i’m gonna—shit, baby, can i—?”
“yes,” you gasp. “yes, please, inside.”
he cums with a whimper, deep inside you.
it’s hot. thick. you can feel it.
he buries himself all the way in, cock pulsing, breath shaky against your neck.
but then—
he looks down.
sees the white drip, slow and thick, sliding out around where you’re still connected.
and something in him snaps.
“no,” he mutters. “no, baby. it’s leaking.”
you blink up at him, dazed. “oscar?”
but he’s already moving again.
he grabs your hips, angles them higher, and slams back in.
“not done,” he growls. “not letting it fucking drip out. supposed to stay in.”
you gasp. “wha—”
“need to cum in you again,” he says, like he’s possessed. “need to make it stick.”
you moan, breath catching. you’re sore, used, sensitive — but it doesn’t matter. he’s already fucking into you again.
“can’t help it,” he mutters. “you look so good like this. stuffed full. messy. ruined.”
his eyes flicker down to where you’re joined, cock coated in both your cum, slick and wet and obscene.
“gonna keep going,” he pants. “gonna fill you again. and again. until you’re dripping and shaking and so full of me you can’t walk.”
you whimper.
he grabs your legs, pushes them up to your chest, and fucks you deeper. harder. you’re practically folded in half, taking every inch while your brain turns to static.
“mine,” he says. “this pussy—mine.”
he cums again like it kills him. loud, groaning, hips shaking.
and still—he watches it leak out and growls.
“fuck’s sake.”
he flips you.
pulls you onto all fours and slams back in.
“gonna fuck it in,” he says, voice cracked. “gonna make it stay.”
your arms buckle. your moans are wrecked. you can barely think.
but he keeps going. fucking you full and then some. filling you until the mess is too much, until your thighs are soaked and sticky, until your cunt is fluttering and overstimulated and stretched around his cock.
“you feel it?” he whispers, leaning over your back, lips brushing your ear. “how full you are? how stuffed?”
you sob. nod.
he grabs your neck, presses a kiss to your cheek.
“so good for me. always take it so well.”
he cums again — barely more than a twitch — and stays deep.
you’re gasping. shivering. ruined
but he still doesn’t pull out.
just lays there. cock softening inside you. hand wrapped around your waist like he owns it.
“don’t wanna leave,” he mumbles. “don’t want any of it to go to waste.”
you whimper. he presses another kiss to your spine.
“think i’ve got a problem,” he mutters.
you laugh, hoarse. “just figured that out now?”
he smiles. breathes you in.
“gonna keep you like this forever,” he whispers. “full. mine. every fucking drop.