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There was always a parade going on in the shared home of you and Oscar.

Maybe it was because you were so used to being treated and acting like a little princess, maybe it was because Oscar loved whenever you had something new to show him or just wanted to put on a show for him because you just loved him so much.

Maybe it was a mixture of both, but you didn’t care. And frankly, neither did he.

He loved showing you off, he loved buying you clothes and jewelry and everything that your heart could desire because in his eyes, you were his princess and you deserved everything that he could offer.

And the best thing?

He wanted nothing in return.

No matter how many times you begged him to let you repay him in some way, he would always decline and say “You’re my princess, let me spoil you like you deserve” and let’s be honest, who were you to argue with that?

But still, you always felt like you needed to do at least something to show him how much you truly appreciated everything that he did for you. And, upon consideration, what better way to do that than giving him his own private show of everything he buys for you?

It was a beautiful day in Monaco, where you and Oscar had just moved together. 

He had been gone the entire morning, training with his personal manager, and he got home at about 2 in the afternoon, arms full of shopping bags and his backpack on his shoulders.

“Hey babe” you said, greeting him at the door with a hug and a kiss. “What’s with these?” you motioned towards the bags, your curiosity creeping in.

“I stopped by some shops on my way back, figured I would buy you something nice” he explained, taking off his shoes before following you into the living room.

“You know you don’t have to buy me gifts every other day, right?” you subtly reminded him, biting your lip.

You knew this was an uphill and impossible battle to have with Oscar, a battle you had lost one too many times already.

“I know, but I wanted to” he said, just like he always did, and you didn’t argue further with it.

Taking a seat on the plush couch next to him, you started rummaging through all the bags, all the items more beautiful than the next. You could never deny that Oscar had really good taste when it came to you, but he had even outdone himself this time around.

Dresses, skirts, lingerie, designer bags, shoes, the amount of things Oscar had bought you was seemingly never-ending. 

“Oscar, this is honestly too much” you gushed once you had opened every bag and taken out everything he had purchased, staring at everything in awe.

Oscar didn’t say anything, he just smiled widely instead and looked at you with the most adorable glint in his eyes. 

“Nothing is too much when it comes to you. Now, how about you give me a show?” he said, biting his lip and caressing the inside of your thigh.

You smiled widely and squealed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before taking as many items as you could carry into the bathroom with you, eager to try every one of them on for Oscar.

While you were busy putting on your new clothes, Oscar made his way to the bedroom with the rest of your clothes and made himself comfortable on the soft bed, eagerly waiting for the treat he was about to get from you. 

Which came merely moments after he had made himself comfortable. 

The moment you had stepped out of the bathroom, Oscar felt like his breath had just been taken away.

You were wearing a beautiful satin baby pink dress, the shiny material hugging your body in all the right places. Ending just before your mid-thigh, it also left little to his imagination as his eyes naturally migrated towards your ass and your breasts, admiring everything that was his.

“What do you think?” you asked him as you did a pirouette and made your way towards the bedroom wall mirror, analyzing the dress from different angles.

When you didn’t hear a response, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned around, seeing Oscar sitting on the bed with his eyes and mouth wide.

“I think you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen in my life” he breathlessly said, making your cheeks redden with warmth.

You made your way towards the bed and leaned down to peck his lips, your dress riding up in the process.

“I’m gonna go change into the next dress” you whispered, slowly straightening up and turning around, purposefully swaying your hips in your now ridden-up dress, which made Oscar groan and close his eyes.

You were gonna be the death of him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The last few laps of the Hungarian Grand Prix had taken a couple of years off of your life.

You knew McLaren had been planning for Oscar to take the checkered flag first in the race, and you were glad the team had decided to prioritize your boyfriend over Lando for once.

But when they called Lando into the pits first, you had felt your stomach drop.

That wasn’t the plan. That’s not what was supposed to go down.

You turned to Mark, who was standing with you in the McLaren garage, looking as confused as you were.

“What are they doing?” you asked in a hushed tone, watching as Mark's expression was just as confused as yours.

"I don't know, they aren't supposed to pit Lando ahead of Oscar" he confirmed your suspicions, making you even more nervous for the outcome of the race.

Lap by lap, you were chewing your bottom lip and picking at your fingers like crazy, listening in to the radios for both Oscar and Lando. As time passed by and Lando did nothing to signal he wanted to let Oscar through, defeat was slowly starting to settle into the pit of your stomach.

The win seemed so distant now, so far out of reach as Lando continued to pull away from Oscar, building an even bigger gap with each corner.

"Lando's gonna come around, don't worry. He knows Oscar deserves the win" Mark comforted you as he saw your nervous lip biting, squeezing your shoulder.

You nodded, your eyes not wavering from the screens in front of you. It was lap 67 out of 70 and Oscar still couldn't catch up with Lando, making the entire garage start pacing around in worry.

But then, the miracle finally happened.

As soon as he got to the straight at the finish line, Lando suddenly slowed down, allowing Oscar to breeze past him and reclaim the race leading position. You let out such a big sigh of relief, seeing Oscar on his way to finally achieve his dream of winning a Formula 1 race, right before your eyes.

Somewhere in your mind and soul, your heart ached for Lando, having heard the way his engineer talked to him on the radio to convince him to give Oscar the position back. No matter what the circumstances could have been, emotional blackmail is never the answer, especially not when it causes bad blood between colleagues who respect each other as much as Lando and Oscar do.

"Come on, baby" you whispered nervously under your breath, seemingly holding your breath for those last few laps of the race, praying to God that nothing would come between Oscar and his first career win in Formula 1.

And when the moment he took the checkered flag first, all hell broke loose in the garage. Everyone was congratulating each other, you wee hugging the life out of Mark and jumping up and down, clapping your hands and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Mark didn't want to admit, but a few tears had fallen down his cheeks as well, no matter how hard he had tried to hide them away from everyone around him.

The next moments were spent waiting around as the entire team ran towards the podium, but you and Mark decided to hang back and wait for Oscar back at the motorhome.

You spent your time making small talk with each other, helping pass the time as you watched Oscar's interviews with Sky Sports on the TVs around you. You watched Oscar with a fond smile on your face, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

Thinking back on your relationship with Oscar, you only just realized just how far he'd come in his journey.

Ever since he was young, he has worked so hard to be the best, to make himself and his entire family proud of him. Everyone saw the potential in him, everyone supported him because they believed in his talent, and all those years of really hard work and dedication have finally paid off. He had finally won a race.

You couldn't even describe the pride you felt, how thankful you were to be able to be with Oscar in these amazing moments in his career, just like you were there for every single win and accomplishment of his.

Another hour had passed before Oscar was finally finished with every interview and he came looking for you. Mark had left in the meantime and went back to the hotel, but you were adamant on waiting for him.

He found you now waiting for him in front of the McLaren Motorhome, freshly showered and basking in the post-win glory.

You didn't even let him say anything to you before you ran up to him and threw your body against his, enveloping him in the biggest hug you'd ever given him.

"Wow" he grunted as he felt you smashing against his body, chuckling in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you in return, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet and delicious scent.

"I am so proud of you, Osc" you murmured against him, tightening your hold against his neck.

You heard camera going off around you in the distance, but neither of you paid them any mind. It was just the two of you in that moment, and nobody else besides you mattered.

The two of you decided to get to your hotel quickly, wanting to be alone to really bask in the glory of his maiden win. Your driver worked quickly to get you to your rooms, which you entered giggling and holding onto each other.

You settled quickly into your bed, laying on your sides so you were facing each other, limbs intertwined under the thin sheets.

"How does it feel?" you asked him, the tips of your fingers caressing his cheek and the side of his neck softly.

He sighed, hesitating a little to answer, which made you furrow your eyebrows.

"It feels amazing" he smiled and answered, but you knew there was more to it than he wanted to admit.

"What's wrong, Osc?" you pouted, giving him your best pleading look so he wouldn't argue with you about whether to tell you what was bothering in or not.

He sighed, closing his eyes before speaking.

"It feels undeserved. Lando was leading, the gap was 6 seconds between us, he should have won the race" he said, opening his eyes to show you the sadness he had been feeling ever since the team orders came through.

You shook your head, cupping his cheek into your hand and running your thumb up and down his cheek.

"Baby, this win was yours. The only people to blame here are the team and the strategy they decided on. They never should have let Lando lead if they knew from the very start they wanted you to win. It was neither Lando's nor your fault that they messed up. Lando gave you the position back because he knows how much you've done for him in the past and wanted to do the same for you" you explained, making Oscar bite his lip.

"You really think so?" he asked, his voice still a little unsure.

"I know so. You deserved this win more than anyone right now, and this just proves how good you are and how much you can do with a good car. Don't ever doubt yourself because of the team or anybody else"

He smiled, kissing your palm.

"I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me and always knowing what to say" he leaned in and pressed a long deep kiss against your lips, making you smile.

"I love you too, my race winner"

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You know you probably should have talked to Oscar about how exhausted you were and now not up for sex you were.

But seeing him after weeks apart, feeling his touch after being deprived of it for so long, you just couldn't bear it. You just had to have him.

That’s how you found yourself pinned underneath your boyfriend, his rock hard cock sliding in and out of you with a passion he had been brewing for weeks.

His groans and moans were probably the only thing keeping you awake at the moment, the feeling of his hands roaming your body and his cock thrusting in and out of you comforting you.

"You feel so good, baby. So damn good and tight for me" Oscar mumbled in your ear, kissing the spot underneath it lightly.

That was the last thing you had heard before you allowed the rocking of your boyfriend's hips against yours lull you to sleep, deep into a land full of dreams filled with him.

Oscar hadn't realized immediately that you were out cold, but when he did, he stilled inside of you, shocked because he didn't know how to deal with the situation. He had never had anyone fall asleep on him during... the act, what was he supposed to do?

After a few weird moments, he finally decided he should just let you get some rest. With that, he slowly pulled his still rock hard cock from your dripping pussy, careful not to wake you up from the sudden emptiness.

He slowly went to the bathroom and took a towel, cleaning you up as carefully as he could before tucking you in and kissing your forehead.

Oscar gave you one last smile and look before he entered the bathroom and shut the door, his hand immediately taking his aching cock in hand to take care of the problem.

All while you were happily sleeping just behind the door.

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Ever since you were a little girl, you had always dreamed of becoming a teacher. You loved kids, especially interacting with them and teaching them all kinds of new things.

It was safe to say that becoming a teacher had been your greatest accomplishment. 

Oscar had supported you from the first time you told him about your aspirations, being with you every step of the way when things got hard and you needed a shoulder to cry on.

And even though there was nothing you would rather be doing in life, you were so tired. It felt like every waking moment was spent either in school, or hunched over your desk at home, planning the days ahead and grading papers.

You were exhausted, the dark bags under your eyes a statement to support that claim. 

You had kept Oscar in the dark of your state for a couple of weeks, knowing that his focus would be completely thrown off balance if you had just mentioned how busy you had been and how little sleep you had got. 

But now, Oscar was coming home for the summer break, and you knew you couldn’t hide anything from him anymore. Even up until then, you were almost certain he had figured out something was bothering you, but chose not to say anything until he came home and got a good look at you.

The last time you had talked to Oscar was before he boarded his flight, which had been more than four hours ago. You hadn’t even felt the time tick by, too engrossed in your work to even look at the clock.

Oscar had been worried the entire flight back home. He had felt something was wrong every time you two spoke on the phone. He knew how dedicated you were to your job and how much you loved it, but he also knew how much stress you were under and how easily you got lost in the amount of work that you had. 

Which is precisely why he knew he would find you in a dire situation when he got home. Knowing that, he decided to stop by a few places before he got home to buy some things to cheer you up.

Firstly, he stopped by your favorite restaurant and bought you your favorite meal, knowing you had probably been skipping meals more than he would have liked. After that, he stopped at a candy shop and bought some candy to indulge your sweet tooth, something that always helped you concentrate. His last stop was at the local flower shop right down the street from your apartment, buying you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Arms full, he unlocked the front door and silently made his way into the apartment, not surprised when he noticed all of the lights turned off except for the one in the living room where you preferred to work.

He sighed, deciding to put everything in the kitchen and take care of you first. 

With silent steps, he slowly walked towards the living room, making sure not to startle you. You always completely zoned out when you were working and got spooked easily, which is not something Oscar wanted to add to your plate.

Thankfully, you hadn’t been working in that particular moment, only resting your head in your hands and massaging your scalp in order to help soothe the headache you had been supporting for 2 hours now.

“Babe?” Oscar softly called out, smiling sadly once he heard you hum, but not raise your head. 

He stopped right next to your chair, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. He leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of your head, an action which finally prompted you to raise your head and look at your boyfriend.

Oscar had been readying himself for the sight he was bound to see when he got home, but it was even worse than what he had imagined. Your eyes were red and puffy, the bags under your eyes worse than he had ever seen them, your hair was tied in a very messy bun, but the most alarming thing to him was your wobbly lip and your eyes filled with tears threatening to escape.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” he asked, crouching down in front of you and taking your face in his hands. 

You didn’t say anything, not trusting your voice not to break as soon as you opened your mouth. Instead, you let yourself fall into his arms, burying your face into his neck and inhaling the scent you had missed so much while he was away, the tears you had been pushing down for weeks finally coming to light.

Oscar wrapped his arms around you, squeezing your waist and pressing kisses to your neck. He didn’t say anything, figured there wouldn’t be anything he could say that would make you feel better in that moment. He realized you just needed to get everything out of your system, all the feelings you had been pushing down because you had been so busy to even let yourself feel the stress you had been subjecting yourself to.

Gradually, your sobs began to quiet down and your tears stopped running down your cheeks. It felt so good to finally get everything off of your chest, the tears that had longed so much to finally be let free.

You slowly pulled away from Oscar, wiping your tears with the sleeves of the hoodie you had stolen from his closet.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly, not wanting to pressure you into talking about what was on your mind if you didn’t want to.

You thought about it for a moment before you sighed and hung your head.

“I’m just so tired. The kids at school have been more tiring than usual, the principal is being a bitch to the entire staff, I have so much stuff to organize and prepare and papers to grade and I feel like I can’t do everything and it’s just too much” you vented, sighing in relief at the end as the weight had finally lifted from your shoulders.

Oscar smiled sympathetically, knowing how passionate you were about your job, but how demanding and tiring it could get at times.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asked, bringing a hand to cup your cheek and rub soothing motions on your skin with his thumb.

You thought about it for a moment, but there was only one thing that came to mind.

“Cuddles?”

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yourusername life lately 🩷 tagged: oscarpiastri

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user2 our favorite grid couple ❤️

user3 we love y/n feeding us oscar content during the winter break 🥳🥳

user4 will you come to more races next season? ❤️

landonorris you're welcome, btw

user5 seeing Y/N and Lando bicker like siblings is my favorite thing 😭

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oscarpiastri back to work, always with me💗 tagged: yourusername

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yourusername always ❤️

landonorris wasn’t i third-wheeling enough during the break?

nicolepiastri ❤️my beautiful son

user1 i dream of having a relationship like their when i grow up 😩😩

user2 their love makes me believe in fairytales 💗💗

user3 how long have they been together?

logansargeant you never pay attention to me when she’s with you😭

alex_albon are you trying to be aesthetic?

user4 forever thankful for these 2 🥲❤️❤️

user5 i want someone to love me like Oscar loves Y/N 😩😩😩🧡🧡🧡

user6 they are goals 🥹🥹🥲

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oscarpiastri you were my lucky charm, couldn't have done it without you 🧡

landonorris i was on the podium as well :(

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user1 he did so well for her 😭😭🧡

user2 i want a relationship like theirs 🫶🏻😍

user3 the way he looked at her when he was on the podium >>>

georgerussell63 well done, mate! well deserved💪🏻

logansargeant making the Aussies proud, I see

mclaren proud of you, Oscar! what a stellar weekend! 🧡

lilymhe you were gorgeous, babe❤️❤️

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yourusername yes we did 🥵🥵

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user1 Oscar is wilding man 😭😭

user2 this is the dirtiest post we’re gonna get from him and i’m here for it 💀

oscaaaaahpastry not y/n being scolded by McLaren 💀💀💀😭

user4 we love seeing Oscar being dirty 😩😩

landonorris atta boy

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