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TAKE IT, OSCAR PIASTRI

cw: SMUT, oral, biting, overstimulation, hair pulling n more . . .

"oscar! 's too much—i’m—" you hiccup, trying to push his head away, your legs trembling so much it feels like they might give out.

"sshh, it's okay," he murmurs, pulling you in closer and not letting up. "don't fight it, just let yourself go," his fingers digging into your hips, holding you in place as he continues to devour you.

his tongue glides along your inner thigh before he gently sinks his bunny teeth into your skin.

you're like a drug to him—the more he tastes you, the more he needs you.

you almost scream from the sensation and tug on his hair so hard it feels like it might rip off. "i can't—oscar, i’m—i can't take it!" you sob, overwhelmed as the pleasure edges into pain.

"shh baby, it's alright, shh," he shushes you as he senses your struggle. "just relax, relax,"

"can't take it—osc, please!" your thighs instinctivally tighten around his head, a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"don't you dare try to squeeze me out," he growls. "i know it's a lot, princess, i know," he says softly, but the look he's giving you tells you he has no intention of stopping quite yet.

"just try to be a good girl for me, okay?" he teases the inside of your thigh with his finger, barely even grazing the skin. "can you do that for me?"

you struggle to form a coherent response as oscar's head lowers once again, making an absolute mess as he swirls his tongue against your throbbing clit.

your chest heaves, "osc—osc, oscar! i’m—oh my god, oh my go—oscar! oscar, oscar please! s’too much, s’too much!"

he presses down on your stomach to keep you still. "stop fidgeting," he warns, as his fingers dig into your flesh, leaving little indents.

"i know you think it's too much, but trust me. you've got at least one more in you," he smiles against you, "c'mon, be a good girl f'me," he looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks.

"just don't close your legs, baby."

© kissedsuns

BUNNY, OSCAR PIASTRI.

cw: SMUT, oral, biting n more . . .

you lie in the hotel bed, tangled in each other's embrace, the warmth of oscar's body pressing against you.

the room is dimly lit with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the walls. the sheets are a disheveled mess around you and it's almost impossible to fall asleep with oscar's lips persistently on your shoulder.

"mmh, osc.." you moan tiredly, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flutter shut.

he hums in response, the vibration against your skin sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

pulling away from your shoulder, oscar tilts his head to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with adoration. with gentle care, he cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a soothing rhythm.

oscar resumes his attacks on your shoulder, leaving a trail of love bites on your delicate skin. his free hand moves to explore your body, following the curves of your form.

"sshh, just relax, baby. lemme take care of you," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

you nod weakly, surrendering to his touch. as you do, oscar sinks his teeth into your skin, nibbling softly which sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

you adore his little bunny teeth. the way they leave distinct imprints in your skin that make you feel claimed.

he moves to shower your neck with kisses, enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch. "you're so sensitive, sweetheart," he murmurs, his hand tracing a teasing path up and down your thigh.

you wince slightly at his comment, thighs instinctively clamping together as his hand inches lower. his fingers are cool against your heated skin, and his nails leave faint trails that only heighten your arousal.

"now, now, darling. none of that," oscar gently scolds, his hand firmly grips your inner thigh to keep your legs open.

"jus' wanna play with you." he adds before dipping beneath the covers, the fabric enveloping him as he positions himself between your legs. a place he seems to find himself fairly often.

however, instead of going straight for your pussy, oscar starts by nipping gently at your inner thighs and his beloved bunny teeth graze your skin occasionally.

"hurry up, pleasepleaseplease!" you moan desperately, your body arching in response to his touch.

"where are your manners?" oscar's eyes narrow with a predatory intensity, and you can feel yourself almost tremble under the weight of his gaze.

finally, his mouth reaches your core, and the sensation is overwhelming to say the least.

with deliberate slowness, he takes the tender flesh of your cunt into his mouth, starting with frustratingly gentle laps of his tongue. the soft strokes quickly evolve into something more animalistic.

"gonna behave f'me, okay?" oscar quickly murmurs before reattaching his tongue to your puffy clit, finding all the right spots to make you writhe in pleasure.

© kissedsuns

needy, oscar piastri.

cw: SMUT, p in v, hair pulling, & more . . .

"be gentle, oscar," you warn as he swiftly pulls you onto his lap, straddling him.

his fingers toy with the waistband of your pants before removing them entirely, causing you to emit a high-pitched whine.

"i know, i know," he murmurs, running his hands up and down your thighs while pressing kisses along your collarbone. he moves to your ear, nibbling softly on your earlobe. "i'll take care of you."

an amused smirk plays on his lips as you squirm in his lap. "just can't keep still for me, can you?" he says, tracing patterns on your skin.

"alright, big stretch," he slowly lowers you onto him, watching as you take him in, bit by bit, until half of his dick is inside you. "there we go."

"oscar!" you cry out, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"shh, shhh..." he whispers. "such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

"wait, oscar," you tap his shoulder gently. "need to adjust," you pant, feeling his grip on your body loosen for a moment. "you can move now." you swallow thickly, nodding.

"okay, baby, we're gonna go up.." he lifts your body up, "aaand down." then he lowers you back onto his dick, causing you to let out a breathy moan.

"oh my g-oood!" you gasp, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. you lean forward and bury your head in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the sounds escaping your lips.

"aww, trying to be quiet, are we?" his lips curl into a cocky grin as he gives your hips another quick pinch.

he takes one hand off your hip and threads his fingers through your hair. "gonna keep you like this all night long," he coos, "keep you right on the edge, baby."

this went on for hours until he finally brought you to four orgasms. four. you didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

© kissedsuns