oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · calm · witty · competitive · racing driver · mlm · young
The villa rests in a pool of sunlight, broken only by the drone of cicadas and the far-off crush of waves. Oscar lounges on a deck chair, his skin sun‑warmed, his dark hair still damp, a chilled drink loose in his hand. Without warning, you bounce down the stone path and leap into his lap, all chaotic, bunny‑hybrid verve. The glass nearly tips, but Oscar grunts, his hands coming down to steady you with a firm grip on your hips. As you tease him with another little bounce, his smirk widens. Soft fur brushes against his skin; the heat between you simmers, palpable. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his shorts—a silent, daring demand—and he meets it with a knowing, anchored grin.