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Beyond Boundaries - Oscar Piastri (PART EIGHT)

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let's go chapter 8! :) Can't wait to start on chapter 9!

↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!norris!reader ↳word count: 4.6K ↳chapters in this series: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, ↳chapter warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, brothers teammate trope, bestfriend!reader, fluff, smut, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni!), fingering, masturbation, mutual masturbation, kissing, touching, sexual tension, talking about feelings,

↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, you both realize you might be feeling more a little more for each other than just friendship

It had been about an hour since your moment, and you were currently fast asleep in Oscar's arms. You head was laying on his chest and he was gently tracing circles on your upper arm with his left hand, while he used the other to scroll through his phone.

He heard a soft knock on the door, before he heard his mom call out "Osc, darling, it's just me"

He looked down at the two of you, contemplating wether or not it would be smart to let anyone find them like this, cuddled up in his bed. But after all, it was just his mom and both you and Oscar were dressed decent enough again, to not catch any eyes.

"Yeah come in" he replied, making sure to keep his voice low, so he wouldn't wake you up.

His mom opened the door, greeted with the sight of her son, looking as content as possible. She smiled at him and leaned against the doorframe "Wanted to ask if the both of you wanted to come down to eat some breakfast together, but I think I know the answer already"

Oscar smiled at her, putting his phone down next to himself "I'm sorry you had to walk in on this. She was just sleeping so peacefully and I didn't wanna wake her up"

Nicole smiled again at them "You look happy, Osc. Don't waste the opportunity just because you guys are afraid of the consequences. It might be worth it"

A sigh left the younger Australians lips, looking down at you, curled up in his arms "Trust me, If it was on me, I would have taken the risk a while ago"

Nicole send Oscar a sympathetic smile "I'll make some breakfast for you and bring it upstairs"

"Thanks mom"

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A few hours had passed, currently midday, when you made your way back towards Oscar's bedroom, about to take a shower. You had spend the morning with Oscar's sister Mae, playing board games with her.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of the Australian driver lying belly down on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You walked over to his bed, standing beside him. A cough left your lips softly to alert him to your arrival, causing Oscar to immediately switch positions, now lying on his back, looking up at you.

"Hi," he murmured, a small blush immediately making its way to his cheeks again. It was endearing how easily he got flustered.

Ever since the two of you had spent the night in his hotel room, Oscar found it impossible to look at you without feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach, constantly replaying what you had done together. It felt forbidden, yet so good.

Oscar looked you up and down, checking you out rather obviously. You were wearing a pair of shorts and a black cropped top, which wasn’t anything special, yet to Oscar, you looked stunning.

"You like what you see?" you sassed at him, a cheeky smile on your face, expecting to make Oscar flustered by catching him staring. But he did the last thing you expected.

He grabbed your arm with his hand and pulled you down onto him, before flipping you around and hovering above you. The sudden movement made your heart race, and the playful glint in his eyes told you he was in a teasing mood.

Oscar rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "And what if I do?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Were you planning on doing anything about that?"

You gulped, the proximity and intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. Trying to maintain your composure, you shot back, "Maybe I'll just have to make you stop staring."

He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. "Good luck with that," he murmured. His hands began to roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine. He squeezed your hip, causing you to gasp softly, and then moved his hand to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

Oscar's other hand raked through your hair, the gentle touch contrasting with the growing tension between you. You felt his breath on your lips, so close yet so far. Just when you thought he would kiss you, he pulled away slightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a mix of frustration and desire.

He grinned mischievously. "If I'm not allowed to stare, then you don't get a kiss," he teased, his tone playful but charged with sexual tension.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a mix of amusement and annoyance. "That's not fair," you pouted.

Oscar leaned in again, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. "Life's not fair," he whispered before pulling back once more, leaving you on edge.

"You're such a tease," you muttered, half-joking, half-frustrated.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you love it," he replied, his hand caressing your cheek.

The playful banter and the undeniable chemistry between you both made the moment electric. You knew you were in for a wild ride with Oscar, and despite the tension, you couldn’t help but feel thrilled by his playful antics.

Oscar chuckled and slowly pulled away, offering you his hand to help you get up. You accepted it, and he effortlessly pulled you to your feet.

"Thanks," you said, brushing off your shorts. "I actually came here to take a shower. Is that okay with you?"

Oscar gave you a look of mock indignation. “You don’t have to ask things like that. Everything you do is okay with me.”

You smiled, a little shy but also playful. "I just felt like I had to ask."

Oscar smirked, "Well, for the record, you never have to ask for permission to use my shower. Or anything else."

You rolled your eyes again, but a smile played at your lips. "Noted. Now, if you'll excuse me."

A little time passed as you grabbed your things and headed into the bathroom. You stepped under the warm spray of the shower, sighing in relief. But as the water cascaded over you, you realized you had forgotten your shampoo and shower gel on the desk.

"Oscar!" you called out, your voice carrying through the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Oscar walked over, standing just outside the door. "Yeah? Need something?"

You saw his silhouette through the crack in the door, the tension between you rising again. He quickly looked away, respecting your privacy even as his mind raced with thoughts. "Did you forget something?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"My shampoo and shower gel," you replied. "They're on the desk. Can you hand them to me?"

Oscar grabbed the items and brought them to the door. He pushed it open slightly, walking towards the shower cubicle, his eyes glued to the ground. "Here," he said, his voice a bit nervous.

You laughed softly at his bashfulness. "Oscar, you've already seen me naked. There's nothing you haven't seen before."

He swallowed hard, still looking at the ground. "I just didn't want to intrude if you didn't want me to."

You smiled, feeling a mix of affection and mischief. "I honestly don't mind. In fact, you can take a little peek, if you want"

He hesitated, his heart pounding. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, teasingly running your hands over your wet body. "Absolutely. Come on, Oscar. It's not like you haven't seen me before."

Slowly, he lifted his gaze, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you. The water glistened on your skin, making you look even more stunning. He was starstruck, unable to tear his eyes away.

You decided to put on a show for him, pouring the shower gel into your hands and lathering it up. You spread it over your body, your movements slow and deliberate, making sure he could see every detail. Oscar's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you.

You moved your hands to your breasts, caressing them sensually as you spread the soap. Oscar leaned back against the wall, his breathing becoming more labored. When you turned around to soap up your back, you took the chance to let your hands glide over your ass as well, to which he couldn't help but let out a low groan, his eyes glued to you.

Turning back to face him, you rinsed off the soap, the water cascading over your body. You looked at Oscar, your eyes locking onto his. His arousal was evident, a noticeable bulge forming in his shorts. You smirked, enjoying the effect you had on him.

You moved your hands lower, starting to touch yourself more intimately. Your fingers found your clit, and you began to rub it, throwing your head back a little and moaning softly as you did. Oscar's eyes widened, his breath coming in short gasps.

"You can touch yourself if you want," you said, your voice husky with desire.

He hesitated for a moment, but then his hand moved to his crotch, palming himself through his shorts. He let out a low moan, his hips thrusting slightly into his hand.

You continued to pleasure yourself, your moans growing louder. Oscar's hand slipped into his shorts, stroking himself more urgently. He was mesmerized by the sight of you, his eyes never leaving your body.

The tension built between you, the air thick with desire. Your movements became more frantic, your moans louder. Oscar's breathing was ragged, his strokes quickening as he watched you.

Finally, you both reached the edge. With a final, shared look of intense desire, you both came, your cries mingling in the steamy bathroom.

You looked at each other, a chuckle escaping your lips as you both came down from the high.

You glanced at Oscar, noting the mess he'd made in his shorts. "Maybe you should join me in the shower," you teased. "Since you, you know, made a little bit of a mess"

He grinned, still a bit breathless. "Maybe I should." He practically ripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower with you.

Without wasting a moment, he pinned you against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. The water drenched both of you, adding to the sensuality of the moment. Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you intensifying as you lost yourselves in each other.

Oscar moved his hands down to the back of your thighs to lift you up in his arms, and pinned you back against the wall. You slotted your legs around his waist and draped your arms around his neck, slotting your lips back together.

Oscar moved his hands down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly. He pinned you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as you draped your arms around his neck. Your lips found each other again, and the kiss was even more passionate and heated than before. His tongue explored your mouth, and you responded by biting his lower lip gently, eliciting a deep groan from him.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it slightly, which seemed to drive him wild. Oscar squeezed your thighs, holding you firmly as the kiss intensified, both of you lost in the heat of the moment.

Eventually, you both pulled away, panting slightly, eyes locked. "That was amazing," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine awe.

"Yeah, it really was," Oscar agreed, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

The intensity slowly ebbed away, replaced by a tender, intimate atmosphere. You spent the rest of the shower together in a romantic way, taking the time to wash each other with gentle, loving gestures. Oscar carefully spread the shampoo through your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in soothing circles. The sensation was calming, making you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

Once your hair was rinsed and clean, you both stood under the warm spray of the shower, hugging each other tightly. The water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of your passionate encounter. It was a moment of pure closeness, just the two of you holding each other, no words needed.

In that embrace, you felt a deep connection, a bond that went beyond the physical. The worries and complications of your situation seemed to fade away, leaving only the feeling of being completely together, if only for this moment.

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Later that day, you were relaxing on one of the loungers in the garden of Oscar's childhood home. Oscar had gone inside to due some chores for his mom while she and his dad were away picking up groceries. This meant you had a little time for yourself, which turned out to be perfect timing as Lily and Kelly both had asked you to FaceTime you in a group call once you had the chance. So you took the chance and pressed the call button.

"Y/n Norris!" Lily immediately started once they picked up. "Spill the beans!"

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what they were hinting at. "What are you talking about?" you teased back at them.

A loud laugh left Kelly's lips as she heard your fake innocence. "Girl, don't act like you don't know."

"Yeah! What she says! First of all, you're an idiot for snogging with him in public, but that's beside the point," you heard Lily say. "JUST GIVE US THE TEA! You two finally snogged and you didn't even tell us!"

"Well, it wasn't supposed to happen, though."

Another chuckle was heard from the other side of the line while Lily rolled her eyes at you.

Kelly was the one to speak up this time, a smirk across her face. "It wasn't supposed to happen? Keep lying to yourself, girl."

"Yeah, fine, I could have made the decision to not do it. But I was drunk, and then I apparently don't really have a sense of reasoning."

Lily smiled at you, a little cheekily. "But, spill the tea. First of all, is he a good kisser?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes again, not surprised by their curiosity. "Definitely" you said, chuckling a little at the wide eyes you got from the girls. "But we might have gone back to his hotel room afterward. We didn't sleep together, though. We just messed around a bit" you said, explaining broadly what happened between the two of you, obviously leaving out the too intimate details.

Lily wiggled her eyebrows at you knowingly "Was it good?"

"God, yes. I think 'good' might be an understatement. Honestly, might be the best I've had" you gushed cheerfully.

Kelly laughed at you and rolled her eyes a little "It's always the quiet ones that have hidden talents" she quipped, another chuckle leaving the brunettes lips.

"For real" you laughed "Can assure you that we legit had the best sex, I've ever had" you exclaimed, unaware of the slip up you just had.

Lily then looked at you questioningly "I thought you just said you didn't have sex"

"Oh" you muttered, realizing you just misspoke "Well, we didn't in his hotel room" you said, clenching your teeth together.

Kelly and Lily both giggled at you, finding it incredibly entertaining that you misspoke, but also got curious about what actually happened "But, that kinda means that you guys hooked up twice in I would say, less than 48 hours?"

"Ehm.. three times actually" you uttered, covering your eyes with your free hand "Four if you include just making out as well"

"Oh. My. God. Norris" Kelly snickered "You honestly keep surprising me every single day"

"I can't help it okay, it just happened"

"Well, you technically could help it, you just didn't want to" Lily deadpanned, a laugh immediately replacing the fake seriousness, before adding "So the conclusion is; you guys are in love with each other, but refuse to get together because of certain reasons, yet you can't keep your hands to yourself"

"Yeah, you could say it like that"

The conversation continued like that for a while, until you noticed that Kelly's mood shifted a little, getting a bit more serious. "Are you planning on sticking with your decision of you two not getting together, by the way?" she asked, a sigh escaping her. "Because, you know, I'm all for having a bit of fun together without strings attached. But as far as I know, Oscar is madly in love with you. Wouldn't it be a bit sad to lead him on like that? Don't you think he'll might get the wrong impression if you start hooking up more often?"

You felt your heart break a little at the thought, not wanting to hurt him in any way, but you still had to make up your mind about it. You let out a soft sigh, spilling your honesty to the girls. "To be honest, I really don't know. Up until yesterday, even though I've been in love with him for a while now, I was still convinced that I had to stick to it, but things kinda changed this morning after we had sex and now I'm not so sure."

Lily shook her head at you, a small grin on her face. "And if I interpreted you correctly, it didn't feel like 'casual hookup sex', or did it?"

You remained silent for a while, thinking about what to say next. "Not really, no," you spoke, the words leaving your mouth hesitantly. "We might have accidentally said 'I love you' to each other at the end."

"Y/n, we really love you and we stand by you most of the time, but I think I can speak for the both of us if I say that you really have to talk to Oscar about this. And then I mean, explicitly," Kelly said, gaining an agreeing nod from Lily.

"I think you should, yes," Lily added, the grin on her face turning into a more caring look. "You really should make up your mind about what you want because it's not fair to either of you, honey."

"Like, don't get me wrong, friends with benefits can work if there are no feelings involved. But you are in love with each other, one of you is bound to get hurt if you keep this going."

You nodded, agreeing with the both of them, unable to really use your words for a reply. Stuck in a war with yourself on how to tackle this dilemma.

"We obviously can't decide what decision to make; you have to do that yourself. But I do think that you at least should talk to Oscar today. He deserves the clarity as well, you know?"

"How can I give him that if I don't even know myself?"

"I think that just talking about it with him might give you the clarity that you need."

"Maybe you're right."

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At about three o' clock in the afternoon, Oscar's family and you had gathered around the garden table, some snacks and drinks on it. Oscar's dad had picked up Oscar's grandparents, who were staying over for a few days. They were honestly such a cute couple and it was evident how good their bond with Oscar and their other grandkids were, it was honestly delightful to see. It made you warm and funny, thinking about the bond Lando and you shared with your grandparents as well.

You had been talking about basically everything and nothing. Sharing some stories of Oscar when he was younger, as well as about how you gained your interest in your job field. It had led you guys to the current subject of discussion, your current position as Oscar's physio/trainer.

"So, darling, how long have you been Oscar's physio for?" his grandfather asked you.

"Well, I worked as a medical assistant at McLaren for about a year before this, so I already worked alongside him every now and then already. But I only started working as his personal physio since the start of this season" you explained, looking over at Oscar for a second, before redirecting your gaze towards his grandfather "And since the GP here in Melbourne, I also took over the role of his previous trainer, Kim. He was able to get a different position that fitted better with his personal life, so I got offered to take up that role as well, which I gladly accepted"

Chris laughed at his son "Don't be too soft on him tho! He could use a little bit of strictness" he joked "Otherwise he'll get lazy, won't you Oscar?"

Oscar rolled his eyes at his dad and send you a smile, delighted that his grandparents seemed to enjoy your company very well "She's doing a good job" he complimented you "I'm glad she got it. How awesome is it to be able to work so much with your best friend"

"Oh" Oscars grandmother chuckled "Sorry, darling. I thought the lovely girl was your girlfriend."

Oscar turned beet red "N-No! She's not my girlfriend, Nan."

His grandmother looked at you and then back at her grandson "Your eyes say something different, darling. You look at her as if you want to marry her"

"Mom, don't tease the boy" Nicole told her mom, trying to keep her in check a little "They just have a very close friendship"

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The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a warm golden hue across the beach. The waves lapped gently at the shore, a soothing backdrop to the weighty conversation you knew you needed to have. As you walked beside Oscar, the sand soft beneath your feet, you felt the tension between you, an unspoken understanding that this was a pivotal moment. When you reached a small, secluded ledge overlooking the sea, you both sat down, the air thick with anticipation.

Oscar turned to you, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset. "We need to talk about us," you said, breaking the silence. Your voice was steady, but your heart raced. "I think it's time we figure out what's really going on between us. We deserve clarity, both of us."

He nodded, looking down at his hands. "I agree. It's been... confusing. But amazing," he added, glancing at you with a small, sad smile, before speaking up again "We need to make a decision. A firm one. If we decide not to date, we can't keep being intimate. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

You sighed, feeling the weight of your words. "Yeah. We need to be honest with each other."

Oscar reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "So, let's weigh it all out. The pros and cons."

You smiled faintly. "Okay. Pros first."

He thought for a moment, then started, "Well, we're obviously attracted to each other. And we care about each other. I love spending time with you, whether it's working out, watching movies, or just talking. And... I'm in love with you, but you knew that already" he said, his voice breaking. "I love how you challenge me, how you're always there with a smile after a tough day, how you get my stupid jokes. I love how we can talk for hours about everything and nothing"

Oscar took a deep breath, his voice a little unsteady due to the amount of emotions he was feeling at the moment "I love how it feels when I'm with you, like this morning, when we were together... it was perfect. It meant everything to me."

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away quickly, but not before you saw it. "I'm in love with you too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But... the cons."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "There's the fact that you're my client. My job is to keep you in peak physical condition, and dating could complicate that. There's also Lando. He's my brother, and you're his teammate. If things went south between us... it could get messy."

Oscar looked down, his expression pained and his eyes watery "I know. I think about that too. But what if it doesn't go wrong? What if we make it work?"

You shook your head slightly, feeling the familiar fear creeping in. "It's just... it's a lot of pressure. What if we hurt each other? What if we can't keep it professional? What if it's wrong?"

Oscar's eyes were misty, and he swallowed hard, another tear slipping down his cheek. "I'm afraid too. But the idea of not being with you... that scares me more." He reached up and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "Does this feel wrong?" he whispered, leaning in to kiss you softly, full of love and tenderness.

The kiss melted your fears away, if only for a moment. It felt right, in the best way possible, but the anxiety lingered. You pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his. "It feels perfect," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But that doesn't make it any less scary."

Oscar nodded, his hand still on your cheek, tears still flowing. "I know. But maybe we can take it slow. No labels, no pressure. Just... see where it goes. Keep it a secret, if that helps."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all you saw was sincerity and hope. "Taking it slow... I think I can do that. But we need to be careful. We need to communicate, be honest with each other."

"Absolutely," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll make sure we're both on the same page, every step of the way."

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of cautious optimism. "Okay. Let's give it a shot. But remember, no labels yet. And we keep it between us."

Oscar smiled, his relief palpable, though his eyes were still glistening with unshed tears. "Deal." He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more certainty, sealing the promise you had just made to each other.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you both sat there, hand in hand, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. The future was uncertain, but for the first time, you both felt ready to face it together.

After a few moments of quiet, you felt Oscar shift beside you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "About this 'taking it slow' thing," he began cautiously, "what does that mean for... intimacy? Like, when we're alone, can I kiss you or hug you whenever I feel like it? Or does 'taking it slow' mean to you, that we avoid that as well?"

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Of course, you can. I love it when you kiss me, or hug me. It makes me feel loved"

Oscar smiled, a bit of the tension easing from his face. "Good. Because I really enjoy it too."

Feeling a mix of shyness and cheekiness, you added, "And just to clarify; for me, 'taking it slow' only applies to us not having a label and not telling anyone yet. It doesn't apply to... you know, the more intimate stuff. Like what we did this morning or in your hotel room."

Oscar's eyes widened slightly, a small smile spreading across his face. "So, you're okay with...?"

You nodded, your cheeks flushing. "Yes, I'm totally fine with it. I actually want that. Just because we're taking it slow in terms of labels and keeping it a secret, doesn't mean we can't enjoy being close to each other."

Oscar let out a relieved laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad to hear that. Because honestly, I don't think I could keep my hands off you."

You laughed, hugging him back tightly. "Good. Because I don't want you to."

As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, you both sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling a new sense of hope and possibility for what lay ahead.

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