#thirsty thoughts

Everything about him was so big..

You couldn’t help it when you felt your eyes roll back into your skull, choking on your spit sobbing. Everything was so overwhelming, his musk was everywhere. Every breath you took was hot.. you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You were perched on his lap so perfect and pretty.. right in-front of the mirror, there was no hiding your lewd expressions from that red haired beast. His breath behind you shuttering, heaving with anticipation, He couldn’t wait to ruin you.

He spread your thighs wide. eyes glued to his prize, watching as that sweet honey dripped out and seeped through your cotton white panties, he hissed as his mouth filled with saliva, only wishing it was the sweet juices of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuck look at youu hm..?” His rough voice rumbling through your ears waking you up from your daze, you hurried to find his burning gaze in the mirror and whimpered. It was too much.. you’d never done anything like this before, so exposed, so vulnerable. You loved it.

He held your gaze like it was a challenge, his lips in a lazy smirk “ohh I know pretty girl” he said in a pouty tone as his big calloused fist gripped the frayed edges of your night dress, ripping it from the heat of your body. Heavy breasts exposed to the bitter cold of the night, nipples turning stiff. You cried out with arms lurching forward to cover them but to no avail. He was too fast. “Don’t you fucking dare” he snarled deeply in your ear, skilfully snatching both arms with his one. and somehow wrestling them behind your back, “You’re gonna let me see it all.. you hear me sweet baby?”

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“We’re in the N109 Zone, sweetie. Whether you’re with me or by yourself, you can’t escape my influence.”

Fem reader x Oscar Piastri.

The hotel room was dim, city lights bleeding through the half-closed curtains. Oscar had you pinned against the cool glass before you could even catch your breath, his usual calm demeanor cracked wide open.

His mouth was hot and demanding on yours, tongue sliding deep while his hands roamed like he’d been thinking about this since the moment he stepped out of the car. One thigh pressed between your legs, grinding up just enough to make you whimper into his mouth.

“Been watching you all weekend,” he murmured against your throat, voice low and a little rough. He nipped at your neck, then soothed it with his tongue. “Sitting there looking at me like that. You have any idea what you do to me?”

You barely managed a reply before he was turning you around, chest to your back, hands sliding under your shirt. He tugged your pants down just enough, fingers dipping between your legs to find you already slick and aching. A quiet, satisfied sound escaped him as he circled your clit slowly, then pushed two fingers inside without warning.

You moaned, forehead pressed to the window. Oscar’s free hand wrapped around your throat with firm possession, holding you in place while he fucked you with his fingers, curling them against your walls perfectly every time.

“Quiet,” he whispered against your ear, even as he added a third finger and picked up the pace. “Don’t want the whole floor knowing how desperate you are for me.”

When he finally replaced his fingers with his thick, hard cock sliding in so deep you saw stars that forced a moan out of your salivating mouth that was anything but quiet. He fucked you against the glass with slow, punishing thrusts, one hand on your hip and the other between your legs, rubbing tight circles until your legs were shaking.

“Come on,” he breathed, voice strained. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

You came hard, clenching around him, as he followed right after with a broken groan, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.

He didn’t pull out right away. Just wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder while you both caught your breath.