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tomorrcwz · 2 months

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✰ LATE NIGHT'S DESIRE , O. PIASTRI

[ preview ] working as a mclaren strategist for years, the newest driver is the perfect candidate to satisfy your hunger — he does make it easy for you, coming to your door in the middle of the night.

[ tw ] smut, unprotected sex, dom!fem!reader, teeny tiny little bit of corruption kink, spit kink, inappropriate work relationship | gif by @princemick

[ a/n ] idk what this is but yeah slay or whatever bruh. Might write more smut about oscar, I'm really fixed on him rn + ITS MELBOURNE GP and in honor of that i had to write a little something

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The sight of the quiet, charmingly awkward Oscar makes your blood pump fastly though your veins as the desire within you grows. You know its wrong, having inappropriate thoughts about a co-worker, one that isn't as secure as you are on the team but you can't help yourself with it; the need to fuck whoever is handsome and new is strong enough to make you black out rules.

First you had Lando — he was eager to fuck you as you pleased, then you had to have Daniel, who mind you, wasn't as easy to get in your bed and he also wasn't to corrupt as he was the one to mirror your actions and pull some stuff. Sadly it ended rather fast with him getting a girlfriend. But you still have Lando every other month as the boy can't keep a girl around, making him fall regularly in your bed or wherever you are to fuck. It's not that fun anymore, quiet bland. The routine is always the same — first he'll finger you to get you wet enough and then you push him to whatever surface and take his cock. Afterwards you clean yourself, Lando already out of the door.

So, that brings you to Oscar.

He's fresh blood, newly single, and dear lord in heaven over the winter break he put on a lot more muscles, looking ridiculous strong, causing your pussy to flutter whenever you see him. You flirt with him quite often and you do see his brown eyes cloud with lust, but you want to take your time. There's no need to rush.

But the day comes.

Its Sunday night, hours after the race and celebrations of Oscar taking P3, when you hear knocks on the door of your hotel room. Reaching for your phone, the homescreen only shows a few messages from people you're currently not interested in responding. No Lando. Normally, he'd shot a text beforehand, so you're not sure of who is standing opposite the wooden door.

Breathing in, you swing your bare legs off the bed and walk across the room, opening the door. The sight greeting you leaves your mouth agape — Oscar's wearing an maroon satin shirt, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his thick fingers are two rings which you've never seen him wear but it suits him. He looks hot, even more so with his hair all toulouse and a curl glued to his forehead. It's an indicator that he is influenced by Lewis and Guanyu, both very fashionable drivers on the grid, and you could kiss them right now because Oscar has never looked this hot. He is but this is otherworldly.

"Everything alright, Oscar?", you ask, crossing your arms under your breasts and unintentionally pushing them up, presenting the man with your more than welcoming cleavage.

He can't help himself; his focus rests on the soft curves of your tits, the skin glistening under a sweat film the heat of middle east brings.

Clearing his throat, the Mclaren driver, sends you a dashing smile. "Yes, actually I've missed you at the celebration and was wondering if you—", he stops himself, cheeks flaming hotly.

"If I want?"

You can see the thoughts running around faster than the car on the track earlier. Must be hard to grasp whatever plagues his mind.

"I was wondering if you'd celebrate with me", he whispers, somewhat bashful which is endearing.

"Sure, let me throw on something else to wear, can't go out in this", you say, hands moving across your body to clarify your point; due to the heat you're only wearing some boxers and a flimsy babydoll top. Oscar gazes at you, shaking his head. "No, no, I mean celebrate in, you know . .", he stumbles over the words, blush now burning his ears too.

Oh. Oh.

To end his misery, you catch his wrists to pull him inside before hitting the door close with your foot and shove him against it.

For the first time you kiss him, all teeth and tongue, and its different from what you have imagined — his hands are rougher, caressing your lower back, creeping under the top to feel the warm skin of yours. Grabbing you by the hips, he sloths his dick against your stomach and grinds. He doesn't feel small, maybe even bigger than his teammate. In your imagination, he was softer yet he let you guide him to bed exactly like dream-oscar did and falls backwards on top of the cream coloured sheets, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Remove your clothes, baby."

You reach for the hem of your top as you command him, letting him stare at your tits while he steps out of his bottoms and throws the shirt in a corner. His milky smooth skin's glowing in the dim lighting a street lamp spends, and you see a map of freckles on his chest as well as a happy tail lending down to his beautiful cock.

Spitting in your hands, slander finger gently touch his length, causing Oscar's head to fall back, lips wide agape and you take the opportunity to spit in his mouth. "Shallow, Osc, be a good boy f'me, yeah?", you coe, hot breath fawning the auricle. He does, groaning lowly but its getting louder when you bring your legs on either side of his lap, left hand grabbing his cock and coating it in your wetness before probing the fat mushroom tip at your pussy, gliding down till every inch is inside you.

The feeling of his cock might aswell change everything; he's the biggest you've ever taken, scraping and burning you inner spongy walls deliciously as he kisses your cervix.

Fuck Lando, he doesn't have anything on Oscar.

"M so full, you're filling me up so good, baby", the praise let the man smile in a haze, far lost in how good you ride him. Your wet hole holds his grith snuggly as you fuck yourself on his cream coated length — his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight of a white ring forming on the base of his dick, something he has never seen before, and it spurrs him on to grind his hips into yours, getting a worish wail out of you.

You fuck him till his abdomen thighten and he pumps you full of cum, that is oozing out of your desperately moving body, chasing your own orgasm. Oscar leans in, bitting on your pulse point. Then you fall over the edge, legs shaking as you still on top of him.

After catching your breath, you charmingly smirk at him before he grinds up in your fluttering hole — he's already getting hard again.

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somewhat-crazy · 3 years

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y/n in my au (revised)

inspired by @cameliathecursed and @mad-gutz after a convo about how stupid typical y/n's are. Credits to @blue-mask-boii , @acid-is-tir3d , and some of my lovely cult members who inspired me lol

general.

any pronouns (feel free to make them any gender you want), pansexual or possibly aro/ace

5'6" (170 cm) but wears demonias to be taller

very androgynous teen with short fluffy hair that almost covers their eyes; dyes it a new colour (usually very bright ones) every couple of weeks

wears coloured contacts a lot, so any eye colour you write for them would work

they're really chill and tired but at the same time chaos in a body

absolute besties with Moss (@acid-is-tir3d's y/n lol)

trivia.

they kill people bc they wanna; yeah, they have a few mental issues, but they didn't get all traumatized n bullied so they killed their family or some cliché crap

trashcan of monster energy and cat memes

they like the Godfather

doodles on their arms with pens a lot

mumbles the alphabet song to remember what letter comes next

they suck at billiards and golf

february is their 6th favorite month

quotes vines for everything

can't spell wednesday

watches gordon ramsey

wants to fight God

falls asleep in really random places (under tables, chairs, the pantry...)

has 3 very worn hoodies and is never seen without one of them

sucks at puzzles but are good at riddles

pours the milk before the cereal

refused to wear gloves or scarves, no matter how cold it is outside

listens to music 24/7; has the most convoluted music taste in history

spills their drinks on themselves a lot (and i mean a lot)

really likes licorice and octopuses

wears a lot of alternative clothing

is never seen without some sort of choker or collar on

incorrect quotes/things they'd say.

Y/N: Taste the rainbow!! *aggressively throws skittles*

Y/N: I'd love to stay and chat, but that would keep me from... y'know... leaving.

Y/N: to be honest, I'd believe you if you said the moon was made out of cheese

EJ: ...it's not

Y/N: I believe you

Y/N: Sorry, I was having a L/N orange level crisis

Y/N: Well, to brainstorm I'd have to get into somebody else's head, which would make me feel claustrophobic, or somebody else getting into my head, which would not only be unnerving, but could also cause some serious motion sickness.

Y/N: I'm a human jenga puzzle

Y/N: Anyways, to put it in a little Spanish lingo: I'm donerito!

Y/N: Some of my best memories are from being a Boy/Girl Scout and doing all those fun "-ing" things!

Y/N: boating, camping, rafting, hiking, falling, hurting, bleeding, and yelling for help. It was the most fun I've ever had!

Y/N: Yeah, you heard me! Or do I have to say it again in braille?

Y/N: According to my calculations, I've told 7 half truths today and that equals 3 and a half lies

Y/N: Caffeine'll kill ya. The last time I drank it I started talking so fast I almost swallowed my tongue.

Y/N: where did her eyes go?! Find her eyes!!

Liu: Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question?

Y/N: If it's 'will you marry me?', then it's a yes.

Y/N: If it's 'will you perform an emergency appendectomy on me?', then it's a no.

Y/N: Yeah, this guy came by my house last week talking about how those windows ar great for the winter. He was a really good salesman! I bought five, which is really funny because I only have two holes in my room to put them in.

feel free to use them but make sure to credit me!! also everything in this list is canon rn lol. it might be changed tho :3

tags:

@cameliathecursed @mad-gutz @blue-mask-boii @acid-is-tir3d @cryinginabox @randombitches777 @spookybreadstick @maskyvader @yourcreepyneighborhoodelftwink

#creepypasta characters #creepypasta oc #creepypasta au #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader

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