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Oscar Piastri [83+94]

A/N Wished by Airwaveee. I hope you like it (:

WORDCOUNT: 1747

WARNINGS: NSFW

[83]-Were you having a sex dream?
[94]-Oh god you're so much better than the last person I was with.
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"Oscar." I moan, my eyes rolling back at the first thrust he offers me. Being bend over the kitchen counter wasn't how I expected to be greeted by my boyfriend when I arrived at his apartment, but I don't mind at all. After a hot make out session we didn't make it to the bedroom and decided to stay in the kitchen, giving in the lust.

My nipples touch the cold surface of the kitchen counter while my hips get pressed against the edge of it with every thrust Oscar offers me. There probably will be some bruises later but that isn't a problem. Some of the thrusts force me to stand on my tiptoes, making my legs almost give in but I can keep myself steady, helped by Oscars hands holding me tight.

Another moan leaves my lips and just when I think the pleasure reaches its high it fades and everything around me is turning black. It takes me a few seconds to realise that I am in a bed, closely cuddled to my boyfriend of a few weeks and just had a sex dream. I keep my eyes close, being a bit ashamed of my dream and I hope I didn't moan in my sleep.

Slowly I turn a bit around, trying to wriggle out of Oscars grip but his arm curls around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I sight inaudible but relax against his body. We share a mumbled good morning and Oscar peppers some soft kisses onto my cheek, making me giggle before I finally open my eyes and look up to him.

"Were you having a sex dream?" Oscar asks me out of nowhere and I am speechless. I can feel how my cheeks get warm, indicating that the blood is gathering there and is making my face turn into a reddish colour. Trying to leave the bed I bring distance between Oscar and I but before I can leave Oscar grabs me again.

"No, stay here. There is no need to be embarrassed." Oscar reassures me and deep down I know that he is right. I don't need to be embarrassed by having a sex dream of my boyfriend but at the moment I still am. We did talk about sex before, but I don't know much more than that we are both aren't virgins anymore what would have changed some things in how we are going to approach having sex.

"I need to get ready Oscar." I still try to find a reason to leave the bed and calm myself a bit down because I still feel how aroused I am, but I don't want to pressure Oscar into having sex right know. Like the tries before this one get also stopped by Oscar who is holding me in bed.

"Let me give you a reason to stay in bed." He mutters almost seductively into my ear, making me shiver lightly because his breath is brushing over my skin. "Or do I have to take things in my on hands?" Oscar adds, rolling onto his back, making me turn curiously.

He slides his hands down his bare chest before he dips the right one under the blanket and probably under his boxershorts. Lulling his head back Oscars seems to start to pleasure himself. I can only see his movements under the blanket, but the sight alone is making the lust taking control over my body again. After hesitating for a few more seconds, I decide that there is no longer the need to run away because Oscar and I both seem to be ready for the next step.

I lean down, placing my lips on his and pushing my tongue trough when a surprised moan leaves his lips. My fingers dance over the skin of his chest, teasing the sensitive parts of his skin a bit before I gently roll his nipples between my fingertips. Oscar groans and turns his head to the side to catch some breath while I now kiss down his body.

One of my hands joins Oscars under the blanket and I push his away and wrap my smaller hand around his erection instead. Oscars hips buck lightly upwards, trying to get more of my touch while I start to pump up and down his erection. I observe how his jaw is clenched now and change the pressure of my hand a bit, trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible.