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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 ✩ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 <𝟑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐠

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔

• 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 <𝟑

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜: 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝟐𝟏 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐳 .........................................................................................

getting served in the middle of an empty mclaren garage was something oscar couldn’t have imagined in his filthiest fantasies, or even comprehend as he watched it happen firsthand.

“fuckkkk, baby.” he groaned, pushing her head down further on his aching length. she’d been teasing him the entire afternoon, placing a lingering touch all to close to his waistband in front of an interviewer, or hiking her sundress up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her panties. he’d had enough at that point, grabbing her hand and leading her to the now empty and free-of-nosy-interviewers room. the sun was now lowering, casting golden beams into the open garage as the night reared its head towards vegas, promising the city those deep, dark hues adorned by planes and stars. the troublesome city always roared alive at this hour, the crowds of irresponsible youths and married men alike flocking to the sinful secret escapades lurking in clubs and alleyways.

“gonna win for me, osc? i wanna see you soaked in champagne.” she had smiled prettily, earlier embarrassing oscar in front of an interviewer. he’d clenched his fists and promised to himself that he’d fuck that little smirk off of her face soon enough.

“you wanna act like a filthy little slut, hmm? well, guess what, my love? you’re gonna get fucked like one.” he groaned, eyes trained on the way his entire dick disappeared between her lips. he wanted to caress her, applaud her for just how good she was being for him. but he knew better, and he could tell that his girl had been in a state to be absolutely destroyed for too long. after all, who was he to deny her the thing she so desperately sought after?

her muffled cries were lost against his cock, her watering lashes batting up at him for mercy. bucking into the warmth of her wet mouth thoughtlessly, he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat. oscar could swear that she was simply meant for him, sent from the divine above to satisfy his every desire for something to devote himself to entirely. being rough was one thing, but he was obsessed with slut-shaming the very girl he had corrupted himself.

no words were needed, the way she worked her tongue around him was more than enough. bobbing her head up and down, she raised her manicured hands to work whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth. after allowing a whimper to spill from his lips at the feeling of her caressing the rest of him, oscar pulled her hair to observe her drooling mouth around him. he began smirking at the thought of what her parents would think. their only daughter, eagerly swallowing her boyfriend’s entire dick down her throat, in a garage open for anyone to see. surely, they’d disown her for the debauchery. his thoughts were rudely interrupted by her gags, her throat closing up around his cock and squeezing him like a vice. oh, he wouldn’t have any of this tonight. not after the hell of a day she’d given him with all the teasing and touching.

“fucking take it. god, you’re pathetic. can’t even take it all. if you’re gonna pull this shit, i swear to god i’ll walk out.” he spat, glaring down at his girl with hooded eyes. he’d trained her throat, he had been privileged enough to be her first and know that she could do better. it was an empty threat, either way. her mouth felt far too good for oscar to even consider pulling out right now. he continued rolling his hips to meet her throat, ruthlessly fucking her throat raw.

“your boyfriend’s a future world champion, baby. fucking suck like i am.” he grunted, forcing her head to go all the way to his base, where he sheathed himself deeper into the shelter of her mouth. the hungry hums from between her lips sent vibrations through his entire body, sending him into a deathly pleasant warmth. oscar slapped her cheek harshly, a groan leaving him as he felt his own thumb expertly pressing down on the bulge adorning her mouth. “gonna cum, baby. swallow it all for me.” he huffed, his mouth going slack as his eyebrows scrunched together. this was bliss for him, his eyes going blurry as he felt the warmth of his impending orgasm.

the cord finally snapped within the deepest depths of him, a thrilling rush pooling at his belly. oscar came with a loud groan, his most gutteral and vocal moment out of bed. pulling out of the sanctuary that was her mouth, he came all over her face. oscar watched as his cock leaked all over her lashes and cheeks, spilling his hot release on her made up face. the mascara running was his sign that he’d completely used her up, sparing no kindness to his beloved girlfriend. admittedly, this was the best possible pre-race gift she could have given him.

“aww, look at you, my girl. just soaked, aren’t you? well, that’s ok. that’ll make two of us soon enough.” he smiled down at her, watching his load drip from her cheeks down to her chest. at her innocent smile up at him, he realized that from then on, vegas was theirs. championship and all.

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i cannot just chill mark my words oscar is gonna be a wdc-

[le16erc]

MONACO OSCAR WAS SO CATASTROPHICALLY GORGEOUS

i just remembered monaco oscar

[le16erc]

just deeping the fact i find oscar attractive because he's NOTHING like my type. he looks like i wouldn't even turn my head in his direction yet i need him in all ways possible

can't wait for his wdc winning season he'll be covered in champagne almost every race 😻

yk the wildest part of my infatuation with oscar is the fact that, months before my crush, my friend met a guy that looked similar to him and i made fun of her and compared him to oscar’s “midness”….. im the obsessed, whipped clown now 🥰 ALSO YES??? IN THE MOST FERAL WAY POSSIBLE I NEED OSCAR DRIPPING-

[le16erc]

𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 ✩ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫. 𝐱𝐱

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐨𝐬𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐛𝐡𝐡𝐡), 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐬𝐜 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝??

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝. 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐦𝐠 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨 𝐱𝐱

• 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 <𝟑

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐳 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚) <𝟑

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“pose for me, pretty.” she hummed softly, sitting up on her knees to capture the australian’s sultry gaze. camera in hand, the lights flashed around oscar as she captured print after print of him.

she had somehow convinced her boyfriend to get into this whole thing, promising a reward if he agreed to sit and let her admire him. he’d had his turn earlier, snapping shot after erotic shot of his girl. she’d changed into each skimpy outfit he’d asked her to, eventually settling for nothing due to his hands “mistakenly” ripping the lace off of her body hungrily. the fresh stack of polaroids sat all across the sheets messily, her boyfriend opting for a scattered bunch rather than the neat stack he would usually make.

“pretty? will i ever not be a piece of meat to you?” he offered, raising a brow as he shifted around slightly.

“shut up. just do that thing with your eyes. seduce the camera.” she smiled, ignoring his banter as she trained the lens on him. she looked like a true professional, focused on the pictures and her subject.

“want me to switch positions, baby?” he purred, looking up at her with legs spread and arms stretched out behind him on the bed. manspreading, she thought. delicious.

“i’ve heard that one before.” she said, the distracted hum falling from her lips as she flashed the camera once more, his wittiness falling on deaf ears while his eyes worked the lens over. she placed an experimental hand on his thigh, capturing a photo of her hand gripping his skin through navy blue trousers. her delicate fingers gleamed with the baby pink of her manicure, the diamond detailing on her rings soaking up the flash and practically blinding the couple. “on your knees for me, baby?” she cooed. “arch. like i’m about to peg you.” she continued, tilting her head to the side and running a hand down his skin lovingly. a laugh was beneath her at this point, the teasing now done and over with. her hungry gaze ran along his movements as he obeyed, willingly flipping over and onto his hands and knees. the heat began pooling in his lower belly, his mind racing with the torture of her coos and touches. the bed sunk in under this weight, the man arching his back perfectly for her. he shot a look back at her, batting his lashes at the camera in the way she liked. he was an attention hungry man, really.

“anything for you.” he murmured, holding the position deliciously. she ran a single finger along his spine, leaving a tiny sting as her hand trailed. “gonna ruin my back and leave your little tiger scratches, babe?” he purred, shooting a small, daring smile back at her.

“mhm, and everyone’s gonna see that you’ve got a girl at home.” she cooed, eyes focused on her tanned fingers running down his pale back. he sucked a breath in as her nails dragged across his skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake. “you’re mine, osc?”

as much as the man made promises of spoiling her over with utter devotion and loyalty, the insecurity of loosing him never failed to pool in the pits of her stomach and stumble her confidence in herself. she never doubted him, she’d be a fool to. still, she was a fan when they’d met. it wasn’t far from delusional. it was the summertime, he’d be hitting the australian waters soon enough. she wanted something to stick, something to show everyone who he belonged to.

“im yours.” he agreed, shifting to rest his cheek against the bedsheets. “you know that. yours to do with as you please. you can ruin me.” he promised, looking up at the girl pathetically through hooded eyes and shifting his hips needily.

“god, i wanna suck you off.” she sighed softly, cupping his cheek with a hand dripping in the finest golds and stones. she wore the very same jewelry he had pampered her with on a regular basis, the closest promise before a proper proposal. it was coming, there was no doubt. “you want that, my love?” she purred.

“make me a mess.” he pouted softly, batting his lashes back at her. she couldn’t ever say no to that.

𝐟𝐢𝐧.

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[le16erc]

outstanding!!! that’s my man 🥰😍⭐️

you can’t do that to him he’s just a baby…

HES JUST A BABY

[le16erc]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞/𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐥𝐮𝐯 <𝟑𝟑

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝐡𝐢! 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧), 𝟐𝟏. 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝟏, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐥���𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐞. 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟒/𝟕. 𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 <𝟑𝟑𝟑 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞-

𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡. <𝟑

!!!! 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐬 !!!!

• 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏 • 𝐦𝐯𝟏 • 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓 • 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧???

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨 <𝟑𝟑𝟑

[le16erc]

cause of death.

[le16erc]

living for manwhore osc in paris texas 😋

the world needs more whore oscar fics!! fluff is great and all but when he's a fuckboy it's just so 😻😻

RIGHTTT???!? IT FITS OSC SOSOSO WELL 🙇‍♀️ more copy n paste manwhore fics otw rn maam

[le16erc]

your osc fics are phenomenal thank u for ur service

ty and much love but im simply serving my cuntry xx 🎀

[le16erc]

I FEAR I HAVE A TYPE

[le16erc]

like body language is everything. the way lando is standing there in the interview crossed arms an all. just unprofessional and looking like a kid who didn’t get the toy he wanted. also interrupting the reporter multiple times? also rude and unprofessional but nothing new from little whiny Lando Norris. look at the difference between his and Oscars interview right after

[le16erc]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬 ☆ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞�� 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲! 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐛𝐜 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝) 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐒𝐎 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬!! 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰) 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐂 𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐘 🤍🍒☀️

• 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 <𝟑

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 !!! .........................................................................................

oscar was a simple man, one who liked routine. he had a preference for everything, and a time he liked to do them. perhaps he bordered psychotic in the way he went about his daily routine, but he’d dismiss anyone who disagreed. needless to say, he was more than livid when his friend reached out to ask for a favor. where was the organization? the thoughtfulness of a possible letter in the mail that gave him some advance? just think, him, oscar piastri, seven time world champion, driving last minute like a fucking loser all the way to his friend’s house in texas to show face at some wedding. god, he could’ve sworn this was his mates’ third marriage in the last two years.

maybe he was bitter of the fact that someone his own age could get his own life together, parading around under the guise of simply being a planner and irritated at the suddenness of this. lando, a friend from oscar’s own university days and current teammate, was beyond messy. he had kids left and right, not even including his two previous marriages. oscar internally cursed the bastard, because as messy as his life was, it was his own. it was the seventies, a progressive time when you could get away with being famous as well as an absolute deadbeat without the blink of an eye. he had it easy, lando was able to make his brief rounds every so often to remind his children that he was, in fact, alive, and couldn’t be present due to his work.

“well, fuck, Lando. what a great fucking time for you to call.” he groaned over the landline, leaning against the wall as he fiddled with the wire. it was two days before said wedding, and oscar refused to catch a last minute flight in coach. absolutely not.

“look, i completely forgot about the wedding. my bird’s been the one planning it, i didn’t know the date!” lando pleaded, a dopey smile evident in his voice over the phone. “mate, there’s gonna be so many people there. i dont know half of them, id really appreciate you coming.” he said.

”how do you expect me to get there? it’s gonna be hell to drive.” oscar said, gagging at the thought of driving all the way from California to Texas. “and how do you forget your own wedding, anyway?”

“been busy sneaking around with that broad from Germany, so I haven’t exactly had much time to focus on flower options. and drive that new countach! she’s a stunner.” lando added, the voice of the man forever untied but destined to settle echoing through to the ears of the unmarried.

“and how do you know that i’m not busy?” he mumbled, dragging a tired, unoccupied hand over his face. he really did have no plans for the weekend, but that sounded far too lame to say out loud.

“right, well, clear your schedule.” lando ended, and as soon as he knew it, he was in the car. with a bit more convincing and a quick trip to his beloved suit shop, oscar found himself on the dreaded journey. he watched the city flash by as he drove, the early morning sunlight gleaming off the buildings that adorned this wretched city. he hated fresno, but god, did it love him. ever since he’d won his first championship back in ‘66, he promised himself that the world would be his from then on. he’d treat himself to whatever and whoever he liked, no strings attached, which meant that he had multiple houses, multiple girls, and countless expenses. he was single and free, he was it. the man to be, on track and in the city. nights would go by where he wouldn’t ever have an empty bed, the sheets kept warm by some groupie or the other. all these thoughts of his solitude flooded his rarely vacant mind as he began driving away from the city, watching the highway begin to fan out into an emptier view and lead him into a surely dreadful weekend.

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it was ten hours into the twenty four hour drive, and exhaustion began to seep into oscar’s eyes. he could barely keep them open, lolling his head back and forth to will himself awake. he turned the radio off completely, some popular isley brothers song soothing him much more than he’d have liked it to. the clock now barely struck 3:00 p.m. and the warm sunlight spilling into the car ebbed away at his drowsiness. he shook his head and continued on, suddenly motivated to find somewhere to stop. he needed to find a gas station, to maybe get a soda and stretch his legs.

“for fuck’s sake.” he grumbled, pulling over to a small gas station about an hour later. he figured that after driving along the barren roads for god knows how long, this dingy little shop was actually heaven sent. the sleek maraschino countach slid across to the ramp leading off to the gas station, oscar finally grabbing the keys and stepping out of the car. as he stretched and pulled at his sore muscles, he allowed his eyes to wander over the scene straight out of a Wild West film. there was nothing much around, a few old trucks littering the mainly empty dirt lot, one of which presumably the vehicle of whoever was servicing the inside of the store.

“just this, please.” he said gruffly to the older man working the shop minutes after walking in, placing an ice cold soda on the counter. he had spent a good bit walking around the tiny shop and examining the lame selection offered. there was a bruised banana, beef jerky that was surely old, and the only safe thing; the fridge. the gentleman, boasting a name tag that branded him “robert”, mumbled an incoherent response and took the cash with his aged fingers.

“you’re not from here.” the man said, making a statement rather than asking a question.

“no.” oscar replied, the pair intently watching as “robert” sorted out his change.

“what’re you passing through for?” robert offered as they exchanged simple conversation. minutes later, oscar found himself back in his car, sipping his glass bottled coca cola as his mind drifted to robert’s local recommendations while he drove. not that oscar would actually care, but he did wonder how exactly these texans did much of anything when the “best restaurant around” was owned by robert’s own family, and happened to be the only one within a few miles’ radius. you can’t exactly compete when there’s nothing to compare, he said to himself.

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the hour now struck 4:30, and he was renewed and ready to tackle the hours he had of driving ahead of him thanks to the pit stop and half finished soda. he focused on how everything looked the same, the browns all blending into one melancholy canvas of barrenness and dread that skimmed his windows. as much as he hated the state he was currently residing in, at least california had some damn greenery. he switched on the radio, some up and coming band going by “fleetwood mac” ringing through the car. he’d heard this song before and hadn’t been too impressed. they were a work in progress, he supposed. just as he began humming along to emerald eyes, something lingered further down the road. he couldn’t place what exactly it was, the mirage on the road making him do a double take.

just as he removed his aviators to get a better view, he squinted and made out the figure of a girl waving him down. he slowed the car, coming to a halt as she ran up to the sleek automobile.

“hi.” she beamed, slipping her sunhat off and revealing a gorgeously dimpled grin before he was able to process that it was, indeed, a person and not a cactus. he nodded indifferently, signaling for her to continue. “im sorry to bother, but are you headed into town?” she tilted her head, looking over to him through her thick lashes.

“i don’t know. im trying to get to paris.” he said, chewing at the leg of his sunglasses.

“napoleon paris or here paris?” she teased, leaning against the door. he simply blinked, staring at her and questioning her sanity. “jokes, jokes. i can get you there, if you get me where i need to go.” she offered sweetly.

“you look hot.” he mumbled the obvious to the girl, eyeing the droplets of sweat adorning her sun beaten skin. she had clearly been out here for a while, but not enough to burn.

“take me to dinner first.” she winked.

“i meant sweaty. you look sweaty.” he rolled his eyes. “just- look, if you promise to shut up, you can get in.” he said, raising a brow at her as she perked up and slid into the passenger seat happily. “is town very far from here?” he said, turning down the radio and putting the car back into drive. she simply shook her head quietly, hands on her knees and looking straight ahead.

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”how old are you?” he mumbled with a passive gesture of his hand, the other gripping the wheel as he narrowed his eyes on the road. his mind lingering in its filthy state at the sight of her skirt riding up her sunkissed thighs.

“old enough. and you?” she grinned at the break in silence that couldn’t have come sooner, tilting her head to beam up at him with that blinding gaze.

“me? how old are you? dodge the question again and i will actually drop you off at the next servo.” he glanced over at her, unimpressed but endeared by the girl and her little smile.

“the actual fuck is a servo?” she raised a brow with her southern twang, giggling at his aussie terminology as she helped herself to the mexican coke sitting in his cupholder.

“right. america. you call it a petrol station?” he said, his eyes never leaving the boiling road.

“a gas station. we call it a gas station, you leaf water drinker. and im 23. happy?” she rolled her eyes playfully, making herself right at home in the car seat. he internally sighed. that made the gap eleven years, pushing his moral limits. he couldn’t help the way his eyes caught a glimpse of her full lips wrapping around the mexican coke, or how a sweet little moan escaped her dehydrated throat as the sugary tar coated her mouth. wasn’t she disgusted to drink out of a strangers bottle? he couldn’t decide if his perfectionist tendencies were driving him crazy with how carefree the action was or if he was really turned on by the fact that his lips had also touched the glass. was she really so filthy? was this her way of telling him that she thought he was just as good looking?

before he could reply, she slid her cherry red boots off of her feet, tossing the leather into the backseat carelessly. “you’re not from here.” she stated matter of factly, identical to robert.

“so i’ve been told.”

“the servo thing gave it away.” she cooed, leaning back and looking over at him. they allowed a comfortable silence to be exchanged between driver and hitchhiker, the afternoon sun still beaming into the warm interior of the car.

”is it true that southerners have good hospitality?” he asked, making light conversation despite the growing annoyance in his pants. within the few moments that they’d gone wordless, she’d adjusted herself in his seat so many times that he wondered if this girl had ever been in a car. each time she moved, though, her skirt rode higher and higher; even allowing him a glimpse of her cherry red panties underneath. he merely blushed and looked ahead, trying to not play the part of perv picking up girl and kidnapping her.

“oh, of course. we take care of our guests real good down here.” she said, a hint of suggestion peeking through her words as she fiddled with the charm bracelet on her wrist. her flirty nature was eating him up and spitting him out, her hungry eyes watching him from behind her brown, face framing bangs.

“is everything with you sexual?” he gently scolded, tossing a patronizing glance over to her. who was he to be talking? he was just as bad, he’d never go a day without some sort of relief.

“excuse me!? i am NOT dirty minded! it’s not in my nature to joke about sex. not that i’d know, of course.” she gasped playfully.

“ok, ok! im sorry. no dirty jokes.” he chuckled softly at her defensiveness. cute. she was ready to hold her own. once again, silence filled the car as they drove for another thirty minutes. surprisingly, it wasn’t uncomfortable. she’d chime in with a few words every now and then, clearly considerate of the driver’s quiet nature.

“you’re a virgin, then?” he tried, his words softly coaxing a response from her.

“the purest peach around.” she grinned cheekily, those dimples deepening into her golden skin.

”and why is that?”

“men lie. i’ve never met a man i really liked, anyway.” she smiled, crossing her legs and getting comfortable.

“i like you.” he smiled, casting a glance over to her.

“good thing you’re tolerable.” she replied sweetly. …………………………………………………………………………

this girl was heaven sent. absolutely just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. she had barely just learned his name, that he was some racecar driver, and that he grew up in australia. oscar wasn’t sure how he got here, pulled over to the side of the road as she sucked him off, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“mhmm! just like that, baby. yeah, good girl. you got it.” he nodded, groaning as she slid up and down his length. she was gagging and drooling all around his thick girth, her nose hitting the base as she hungrily searched for more to take down her throat. he was right, this girl was downright nasty. “and you’re supposed to be a virgin, girl. how’d you get good at this?” he purred, taunting her innocence with his mocking tone. knowing she was too hungry for the taste of his dick to pull off and reply, he rolled hips hips up into her mouth, burying himself as deep as he could go.

“hungry girl, huh? is my cock a good first for you, babe?” he cooed, smiling as he wiped the drool off her chin and stuck the shining digits back into her mouth, alongside his length. he pushed her head down further, letting her take every inch of him. he wasn’t surprised that she could take it all, after all, she did promise that good ‘ol southern hospitality.

“mhm!” she groaned around him, eyes pricking with tears as her mouth stretched to accommodate him. she nodded in an attempt to reply, only to find that this made him groan out louder. noticing this, she began bobbing her head and sucking harder, wanting to get this stranger off as best as she knew how.

after a few more minutes of her devoting her mouth for his use, he felt that coil tightening, about to snap. as much as he wanted to cum deep down her throat and watch her swallow, he needed to know how he felt bent over a bed and taking every pound of his cock. with this, he pulled her mouth off of him from the makeshift ponytail in his fist, the devastatingly erotic “pop” making him want to cum right then and there.

“why’d you stop?” she whined, batting her lashes and wiping her eyes as he zipped himself up.

“your first time isn’t gonna be in my car.” he huffed, adjusting himself in the seat and speeding off. the words may have sounded like honey to her, like he wanted to make her first time special and treat her right. but really, deep down, oscar was a manipulative narcissist looking for a quick fuck. eighty dollars on a dingy hotel room was nothing to him, if it meant that he’d get to feel her against his skin. ……………………………………………………………………………

”so…” she tried her best to purr, batting those pretty lashes up at him from the rough motel sheets. the unexperienced girl reached for his hand, to which he responded swiftly and gently took her cheek in his palm. they’d landed at some awkwardly placed motel, right off the side of the road and practically entirely vacant. the attendant at the desk was old and careless, paying no mind to the couple all over each other in the middle of the day.

“first times are awfully special.” he offered a gentle smile laced with something she couldn’t quite place, but knowing that figuring it out would mean something she didn’t want to know. “you don’t wanna make the wrong decision. don’t wanna give yourself up to some stranger looking for a nice ass. not when you’re this pretty.”

“there’s real bad men out here, looking for nothing but to do you wrong.” he spurred, his fingers resting across the flat of her stomach. they trailed lower, playfully tugging at the red lace panties she wore. “an innocent girl like you can’t really see that, though.” he mumbled, eyes trained on the way her pretty breasts sat in her little push up bra. he took one hand, caressing the skin there before flicking the tiny bow sat between the valley of her chest.

“are you one of those?” she cooed, leading the hand sitting on her stomach to her mouth. she gently, almost lovingly, welcomed two of his fingers into her mouth, pumping them slowly in a hypnotizing rhythm.

“hmm?” he snapped out of the trance that her lips coaxed him into, blinking a few times at the sight of a virgin sucking his fingers like his lovers before her.

“those men. are you like those men, mr. piastri?” she cooed, saliva dripping from his fingers as she took a moment to speak.

“no, love. ‘m not like them. they wouldn’t even be in a hotel room with you, you know. they wouldn’t even know what to do with a pretty little whore like you.” he grumbled, lifting her pretty hips and turning her over to lay on her stomach.

“they’d have just picked you up and fucked you in the car, in exchange for saving you from that sun. they wouldn't even have taken the time to get you all hot and bothered.” he continued. his hands greedily grabbed at the plush fat of her ass, hungrily teasing whatever flesh would fit in his palms.

“weren’t you so lucky that it was me that picked you up? hmm, pretty thing?” he purred, pushing her thighs gently so her back would arch.

“mhm.” she sighed dreamily, nodding face first into the sheets. “id say you’re due for a thank you.” he said, his hands resting on her waist. “thank me for picking you up off the side of the road, and bringing you here. i know you can say that. thank you, baby.” he spurred.

“thank you.” she gasped softly as his fingers trailed down to tease her soaking cunt through her panties. the words spilled so easily, the foreplay painfully natural, as if she’d lived this before with him.

“fuck, you’re soaked.” he grunted, bringing his fingers out from under to inspect them. he eyed the glistening digits, simply wanting to suck them clean. he knew she had to taste heavenly, he knew it in his bones. “do you ever touch yourself?” he mumbled, his lips resting against the tanned skin of her back as they made their way to her center.

“what?” she mewled softly, lost in the moment as this man devoted his attention to her.

“have you ever fucked yourself? easy question, baby. i know you can answer it, you’re a smart girl.” he taunted sweetly, to which she couldn’t verbalize a response as his fingers worked her. the cute whimpers spilling from her lips along with the melody of her soaked cunt and it’s juices pooling around his fingers onto the sheets was answer enough.

“well, clearly not that smart. you did hop right into my car, huh?” he mumbled, his mouth sloppily placing open mouthed kisses as he dragged his mouth right over her clit.

“god, you’re such a fucking slut. look at this cunt, taking all three at once. you like that baby? you like me fucking you like this on my fingers so you can take my cock like a good girl?”

“oh, but do you think you can? you think you’re up for taking me all the way, baby?” he feigned sympathy with a fake pout, internally desperate to just sink balls deep into her. he moved up, mouth now attached to her neck as he slowed his hand.

“yeah. I want it to be you.” she nodded desperately, batting those thick lashes up at the man. her pink lips were all glossed and shiny thanks to his precum from earlier, and that was all the confirmation he needed to pull his fingers out and pump his dick.

“should’ve come to texas sooner if i knew there’d be pretty little sluts like you waiting for me.” he said briskly, tapping her rosy cheek with one hand as he lined himself up with the other.

“i want you in me so bad.” she keened softly, fluttering her lashes up at him. she let out a breathy groan as he slid in with one swift motion, his hips hitting her back as he pushed himself to the hilt. the sigh that fell from his lips was nothing short of hungry, like fucking her raw was something he was made for.

“i bet you do, i bet all you’ve been thinking about since you got in my car was my cock. you wanna get fucked stupid on my fat dick, don’t you, girlie?” he grunted, his hips rolling and bruising that spongey spot that made her cry out.

“mhm, yes. been thinking about you fucking me so hard since you picked me up. wanna be so good for you!” she mewled, working her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“this pretty little pussy’s gonna remember me, gonna fuck it so good that it won’t wanna ever take any other dick. you want that, doll? ” he groaned, tilting his head back to watch his cock slide in and out of her. the sounds echoing through the motel room made no promises of aftercare or a morning after, and his hands pulling at her hair played as the reminder of this. her high pitched moans danced through the room, echoing around the space as he held the small of her back.

“that’s right, this is all you needed. pretty thing just needed to get stuffed, huh? look at how good she’s taking me, like your little cunt was fucking made for me to use.” he sighed into her ear, working her harder as the sounds of skin slapping filled the small space. mid thrust, his eyes became trained on the soiled walls of the dingy room. ironic, he thought, taking a girls virginity in a cheap motel room with cherries on the nasty, peeling texan wallpaper. it was almost like a little sick joke from the universe, reminding him of the absolute bastard he was.

his pace was devastatingly delicious, making the heat pool in her stomach as she got worked over for the first time. she made every effort to keep up with the experienced, older man, never faltering in working her hips back on him.

“fuck. you’re so fucking tight. cute little cunt hasn’t ever been touched.” he punctuated the words with a achingly good, hard roll of his hips, the smirk on his lips undeniably proud of how drunk she was on him. he groaned, his head lolling back as his hips possessed a mind of their own. he moved out of purely animalistic greed, hungry to gnaw at this fresh piece of meat dangling over him. he was greedy. he was full fledged pussy whipped, high on the way she just took him.

“gonna cum in you. you want my baby? hmm?” he cooed, slamming into her with a renewed fervor as he contemplated all the way he could get her all messy. he wanted to cum all over her smooth skin, to make her scream out, to push her so hard that she’d never be satisfied with any other man.

“please!” she gasped, her own hands needily roaming over her own body to satisfy her hunger for his hands. the heat once again pooled uncontrollably, her hips moving to meet his and her back arching to get impossibly close to him. she didn’t know how to feel about him, but his dick made her consider changing last names. she was young, impressed by the fact that a man, one of the members of a gender she’d signed off as horrible, got a whole room for her just so he could fuck her right. “it’s yours, it’s all yours! my pussy’s yours, daddy. want your babies inside of me.” she cried out with welling eyes as he slammed her back onto him, word vomit spilling from her lips as desperation chased her down the long corridor of her impending orgasm.

“you want it? take it. it’s all fucking yours, babe. cum all over my dick, do it, baby.” he spurred, grunting as he worked himself closer. he moved the brown waves cascading over her shoulder, placing hungry kisses on her skin. with a loud cry, she came harder than he’d ever made a woman cum. he continued pounding her through her orgasm, desperate to get his.

he allowed the moment to consume him, basking in this little breeding kink that had come to light thanks to lando and his family. maybe oscar did want that, maybe he yearned to come home to little kids running around his house and a pretty wife to take care of. he finally felt it, cumming and coating her insides with that pearly white he’d seen so many times before. he grunted, mouth falling open as he moaned loudly at the feeling.

“fuckkkk.” he groaned, slowing his pace as he shook with the shocks of overstimulation. he fell into to sheets, tossing his head back to savor the warmth running through his veins. the girl, whom he had not even taken the time to find out her name, rested against his shoulder. she nuzzled into him, her hand tracing mindless shapes on beach kissed skin for a few moments before he regained his energy.

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“im going.” he said simply, sitting up and stepping into his boxers. he got dressed quicker than he ever had before, running his hands over his tee to manually iron out any wrinkles. it wouldn’t quite be respectable to walk out of a motel looking like he’d just gotten laid, now would it?

”what do you mean?” she said, looking up at him from the damp sheets in disbelief. her eyes welled slightly, shining with the reminder of what a jerk he could be. “we just- you can’t-” she stuttered, sitting up on her knees to reason with the much taller man.

“i meant what i just said.” he shrugged, buckling his belt. “there’s no way to misunderstand that.” he shot a pointed look at her, practically rolling his eyes at her naïveté. did she honestly think he’d stay? she couldn’t have possibly expected him to ask for her home line, really. if anything, he was doing her a favor, preparing her for the cruel fate of a pretty thing like herself. he did her a favor, and she repaid him. plain and simple.

“you’re gonna just leave? you said you liked me?!” she cried, sniffling as she swam in the rough, cheap sheets that had surely been witness to this exact scene before.

a bit of guilt chewed at him as he stood at the door steps away from the bed, looking back at her once more. wordless, he stepped out and into the air kissed by the warm sunset. he thought over the fact that, maybe for the next girl, he wouldn’t even book a room.

“men lie.” he repeated her earlier words from the open door, finally leaving to get back on the road. he did have a wedding to make it to, after all. 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

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[le16erc]

OSCAR DESERVED THE SPRINT GOD DAMMIT

[le16erc]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✩ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲. <𝟑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. ’𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 !

• 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 <𝟑

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜: 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢! <𝟑 ……………………………………………………………………………

the moment was perfect. he was more than absolutely sure that he was dead, residing in the divine above with an angel shaped like a girlfriend. jazz was playing as he held his lovers waist, humming along to the smooth sound as he rambled through his overbearing day.

“missed you. we both did.” she cooed, batting her lashes up at her boyfriend as he caressed her stomach.

“I know you did, I missed my girls, too.” he smiled as their puppy, miss grapes, nuzzled happily at his legs. watching his girl prepare dinner while their shared puppy played with her toy should have been more than enough to wipe his brain clean from anything else. still, his mind was running wild with the previous hours of his day.

“maybe if I burned my phone, zak would still find me.” he scoffed, sitting on the bar stool as he watched his pretty girlfriend bake. or cook. or whatever she was doing, he was never kitchen privy anyway. “maybe if you considered that you’re one of the only two McLaren drivers in the world, and that you’re painfully essential to the team, you’d understand why zak needs to reach you.” she teased, shoving a spoonful of frosting between his lips. he groaned appreciatively, taking the small silver spoon between his fingers and sucking happily.

“maybe i should stop waffling on and on. that could be a possible solution.” he groaned existentially, leaning back in the plush stool as he resigned all negative thoughts. he was home, and his heart was focused on his pretty wife girlfriend. he stood up, his long legs easily carrying him over to meet her.

“i think it’s cute when you waffle.” she smiled, welcoming his touch as he held her from behind. their hips swayed to the light jazz playing, the golden hour’s beams kissing them through the kitchen windows. “it proves that my boyfriend isn’t a broody, antisocial near-emo.” she grinned. “boyfriend is a funny word, no?” he said softly, moving her brown waves to the side so he could admire her back. whatever dessert she was making was momentarily forgotten as he lost himself in her softness. “it’s painfully temporary, is what it is.” he concluded.

“this pretty finger would look so much better with a ring.” he hummed softly, more to himself, nuzzling into her shoulder as she resumed her stirring. “you know, ‘m gonna make it happen real soon, babe.” he purred, hands trailing over her stomach as he inhaled her warm scent. it was a new favorite mix of tom ford and yves saint laurent, he learned a few days ago when she excitedly recounted her recent saks fifth avenue spree.

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” she said softly, tilting her head back to grant his lips more access to lavish her skin with the upmost affection. her hands continued to work, stirring the mixture as promises of devotion and obsession spilled from the australian’s lips. “id miss you far too much if you dipped.” she said softly.

“ouch. i’ve never broken a promise that i have made to you, smarty. i can’t say the same for others, but for you, im honest.” he mumbled, leaving a soft bite on her jaw just to spite her. “you make it sound like you don’t wanna be mrs. piastri one day, which im sure isn’t true because ive got child bearing hips, and you of all people would never turn that down. you do want to marry me, dont you?” he asked gently, dropping the jokes as his lips stopped their way along her neck. he genuinely worried for a moment.

“honestly?” she sighed, looking back at him.

“honestly, sweet thing.” he held a breath, lifting his head to watch her face for any sign of truth.

“i honestly can’t ever see myself being mrs. piastri…” she said softly, looking to the ground.

“you can’t?” oscar’s voice broke slightly, the tears forming in his eyes threatening to realize the moment. if that’s how she really felt, he was NOT stronger than that and was willing to convince her to hear him out. he could cook, clean, learn how to make those damn towel swans. anything to keep her with him and happy.

“no. i don’t know, ive just always seen myself as more of a mrs. pastry. i hope you can understand. it’s not me, it’s you.” she said, feigning seriousness as she tried to hide the prettiest smile. he released a breath held from his innermost workings, coming down from a near heart attack.

“see what I did there? huh? pastry? piastri? you know, because im baking?” she smiled stupidly, playfully gesturing to the unfinished tiramisu sitting on the marble counter.

as he adored her cheesy smile, he knew he was done for in that moment. he knew he wanted to end his days with his soul wrapped around her heart, keeping it warm until its final beat. and even then, he’d love her in whatever came after the grave. he was ruined.

𝐟𝐢𝐧.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝!!!! 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐤! 😃