You're Oscar Piastri's Little secret.
Fem reader x Oscar Piastri.
The hotel room was dim, city lights bleeding through the half-closed curtains. Oscar had you pinned against the cool glass before you could even catch your breath, his usual calm demeanor cracked wide open.
His mouth was hot and demanding on yours, tongue sliding deep while his hands roamed like he’d been thinking about this since the moment he stepped out of the car. One thigh pressed between your legs, grinding up just enough to make you whimper into his mouth.
“Been watching you all weekend,” he murmured against your throat, voice low and a little rough. He nipped at your neck, then soothed it with his tongue. “Sitting there looking at me like that. You have any idea what you do to me?”
You barely managed a reply before he was turning you around, chest to your back, hands sliding under your shirt. He tugged your pants down just enough, fingers dipping between your legs to find you already slick and aching. A quiet, satisfied sound escaped him as he circled your clit slowly, then pushed two fingers inside without warning.
You moaned, forehead pressed to the window. Oscar’s free hand wrapped around your throat with firm possession, holding you in place while he fucked you with his fingers, curling them against your walls perfectly every time.
“Quiet,” he whispered against your ear, even as he added a third finger and picked up the pace. “Don’t want the whole floor knowing how desperate you are for me.”
When he finally replaced his fingers with his thick, hard cock sliding in so deep you saw stars that forced a moan out of your salivating mouth that was anything but quiet. He fucked you against the glass with slow, punishing thrusts, one hand on your hip and the other between your legs, rubbing tight circles until your legs were shaking.
“Come on,” he breathed, voice strained. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
You came hard, clenching around him, as he followed right after with a broken groan, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder while you both caught your breath.
Oscar Piastri might be calm and collected on track… but off it? He ruined his little secret in the best possible way.
