#izzy.txt

a couple hours later, the door opens and slams shut. you sat on the couch, waiting for him. he drops his bag by the door, anger seething off of him.

“it’s just fucking unfair. i did exactly what george did and canada and got punished. george didn’t get punished for it,” he angrily says, taking his shoes off. you smile softly at him, not saying anything. he stalks towards you, taking in how you look. an oversized sweatshirt of his hangs off your body, nothing underneath other than a pair of soft cotton panties.

“10 seconds was extreme,” you start, “but you did practically break check max. i know you wanted to fight lan for the win, but baby you’re still leading the championship. and that is what matters.”

“it’s just fucking stupid. why me? they didn’t do it to any of the others that have done it before. is it because i’m championship lead? what is it?” he rambles, rubbing his hand down his face. you sigh lightly, heart breaking at the sight of him. he’s pissed, stressed, and annoyed. he’s pissed at race control, stressed because of the championship, and annoyed with the team.

“osc, just come here,” you say, leaning forward on your knees. you open your arms, pulling his body into yours on the couch. you collapse back, your body pressing against the cushion with his pressing to your front. he kisses you, not necessarily a kiss of love but a kiss of passion and lust. his tongue swipes your lips, asking for permission which you grant. you moan into his mouth, feeling him press down against you.

his lips leave yours, making their way down your neck, teeth scraping and lightly biting. you lightly gasp as his cold hands make their way under the sweatshirt, feeling your skin. they float up to your breasts, squeezing them. his thumbs runs over your nipples, making them perk up. you groan, hands scratching down his back.

“you’re so fucking perfect for me baby. letting me take this out on you,” he murmurs between kisses down your neck. he grabs your waist, pulling you up as he carries you to the bed. he tosses you on to the bed, which is unlike he usual gentleness that he uses with you.

he pulls off the sweatshirt, groaning at the sight of you in just a pair of little white panties, the crotch dark with a wet mark of your excitement. he leans down slowly, kissing the spot. you whine, bucking your hips towards his face.

“patience. i want to take my time and enjoy this,” oscar says, kissing up your stomach. his mouth reaches your chest, nibbling on your left breast. his hand tweaks your right nipple, making you arch into him. he chuckles, sucking your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. you whimper, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging at it.

"oscar please," you whine, pushing your hips against his. you can feel his hard cock, straining against his shorts. he lightly grinds his hips against yours, making your hips jerk. he chuckles at your whines and begging. he pulls away from your chest, bringing his mouth to yours. he bites at your lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“so pretty. so good for me,” he says, licking over your lip where he had bit so hard that it bled. his hand slips between your legs, pushing your panties down. he kisses down your body, making his way to your cunt.

he kisses the inside of your thigh, nibbling on it a little as your legs attempt to squeeze around him. he forces them back open, spreading your legs open like an all you can eat buffet. and eat he did.

he slowly sticks his tongue out, dragging it across your cunt. you moan, shifting your hips, trying to fuck up into his face. he pushes your hips back down with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. the licks on your cunt are slow, soft, and warm. he gently sucks on your clit, tongue swirling around your clit. his fingers gently prod at your entrance, but not enough to slip in, no matter how much you try to fuck yourself down on to his fingers.

“you need it that bad, huh baby?” he asks, smirking as he pulls away. he leans in again, tongue diving in between your folds. he moans, lapping at your cunt like a dog thirsty for water. he pulls back, you whine at the loss but it’s quickly replaced by his fingers prodding your hole.

he makes quick work of slipping two of his fingers in, scissoring them. you try to push yourself further down on his fingers, but he holds your hips down so you can’t. the only thing you can do is take it. he adds another finger until he’s reaching that spot inside you that makes your stomach get tight, the coil tightening.

“os,” you moan, “gonna cum.” he flicks his tongue against your clit, the coil snapping for the first time in the night as you cry out his name, your release gushing on his fingers and face. he doesn’t stop, he continues until you’re crying.

“is it too much baby?” he asks condescendingly adding, “i think you can take more.” when you nod your head. he pulls away from you. he strips, his dick is hard, his entire body flushed as he stands over you.

he lines himself up with your entrance, looking to you for consent before pushing himself in. he groans, swearing under his breath. he doesn’t give you long to adjust, gasping under him as he starts a brutal pace. you moan loudly, squeezing around him.

"you're so good for me baby. always taking what i give you," he murmurs in your ear, nipping at it. you whine, grinding your hips into his thrusts. the room is filled with the two of you moaning and groaning as well as the sound of your juices leaking, squelching as he moves his hips. he pulls out before slamming into you again.

"please," you whine, hands gripping his biceps. he chuckles, sweat dripping off his forehead on to you.

"please what?" he grunts, voice rough in your ear. the sound of skin slapping reverberates off the walls of the room, your pussy squelching around his dick.

"too much," you whine, squeezing around him. he groans, speeding up. he pulls out, flipping you over so your on your hands and knees, before drilling himself back into you. his hand reaches around to play with your clit. you whine, moaning and squirming in his arms as he pulls your body back against his. his dick is reaching new places inside you, your vision going white as you moan around him.

"but your cunt just keeps pulling me in," he chuckles darkly, "so it's obviously not too much. you want more." he grunts, groaning against your spine, teeth dragging down your back.

"osc-ah fuck i'm gonna cum," you mumble almost incoherently. your moans increase in speed and pitch as his hips and hand speed up.

"let go," he grunts, groaning into your spine. his hips move at an insane pace, shaking you like entire body. the beds hitting the wall with the force of his thrusts.

the pleasure is blinding, toe curling as you cum around him. he follows not too much longer, stilling deep inside of you, filling you with his cum. you can feel him pulsing inside you as it spills out. he pulls out, watching the mixture of your juices combined leak out. he uses his thumb to try to push it back in, mumbling something about not wanting to waste it.

you’re so sensitive and twitching when he touches you, body jerking away from his touch. he places a soft kiss on your spine.

“you did so good for me, baby,” oscar says, brushing his thumb on your hip. his face nestles into your neck, breathing the smell of sweat and love. “i’m gonna clean you up, okay?”

you’re mumbling incoherently to him, body worn down and used. he pulls away, quickly going to the bathroom to get a towel. you whine as he wipes at your folds, tears continuing to flow down your face. you cough out a sob as he pulls away from you, wiping himself off.

“i know baby. i’m sorry, sweet girl,” he says, lightly lifting you so he can put some clothes on you. he shushes you softly as he pulls a pair of boxers on you, followed by an oversized tshirt. he gently lays you back on the bed, moving quickly to pull a pair of boxers on himself.

“os,” you mumble, reaching for him. he nods, laying next to you, pulling you into his arms. he places soft kisses on your head, tucking it close to his chest. his thumb wipes away the tears that slip down your cheeks, signs that maybe he went a little too far.

“i’m sorry baby, i love you so much. you did so good. you’re so perfect for me,” he quietly says, rubbing your back as you lay in his arms.