Hot Chocolate & Stolen Hoodies [OP81]
summary: Oscar tells you about a bet your friends have about you two. You joke about tricking them until Oscar stumbles over his words.
inexperienced!Reader x Oscar Piastri
A/N: For the Oscarinas who are going through it after today. Hope you like it.
Warnings: None. Fluff. Friends-to-Lovers. Teenage Best Friends. Sex Averse Reader. Inexperienced Reader. First Kiss. Not beta read.
Monday Morning, 11:41am, Monaco
The weekend had been busy but today was a day of respite. No work, well, except for emails. No tasks, except for laundry. You were lounging on Oscar's couch. Your friend you worked for. Worked with. Depended on the week. He was laying there as well, throwing a little bean bag up into the air and catching it repeatedly. He looked tired in the slept too much kind of way. The only thing you could hear was the quiet thuds of his catches and his calm breathing.
"Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together." His voice made you hold your breath. "Huh?" You fully turned your face to him. "That's what I said." His brows went up, still throwing his bean bag. "I mean why would they bet on it? It's not like we're...like particularly weird with each other." You looked back up at the ceiling like you had earlier. His heart did a weird little jump. "Right? So odd."
You sighed, "I hate how that's always a side effect when a woman and a man are friends." He gave an affirmative hum.
You breathed in slightly deeper than before, "What'd you say when someone told you?" The thuds from the bean bag stopped, "Uh, I think I said something along the lines of I'd never tell them if we did." You sat up, huffing all tired still, "Should I make hot chocolate?" He gave a soft nod.
As you were rummaging in the kitchen behind the couch he kept throwing his little pouch. "I mean really, what a weird thing to bet on. You could have anyone." He said, amused tone in his voice. "You think so?" His head peaked over the backrest to look at you. "You don't?" You averted your eyes to the task at hand, pouring warm milk. "No, not really. I thought we talked about it before." "That was ages ago. I thought you were over that by now." He leaned his chin on the backrest, keeping a watchful eye on you. "Nope, still think I'm too much for most people." You stirred the mugs in front of you. "You're not. I mean I find people annoying a lot, but you're just factually not." You looked at him, "I meant... like... my expectations." He frowned a little, "A guy acting like a human being that actually likes you?" You chuckled and nodded. He sighed, "I mean to be fair it's rare but come on." "Problem is the rare one's I'd rather be friends with." You balanced the two mugs walking back over. You handed him one, "I get it. I'd do the same if I was you." You sat down next to him, sipping hot chocolate. "Not that I have too many guy friends of that nature." "Should I feel offended by that?" He raised a brow and smiled daringly behind his mug. "Oh shut up, Os." You rolled your eyes.
He scootched a little closer to you. "Imagine we tell them some wild shit like we're engaged actually." You both snorted at that but his heart did that weird thing again. "Would be kinda funny for the bit." You mumbled looking into your mug. "Yeah." His eyes were still on you, small smile on his face. "We'd be menaces, wouldn't we?" You chuckled again. "We'd be pretty mild I'd say." He analyzed mentally, "I mean we're mild right now." You looked at his thinking face, "I don't think you understand how clingy and unhinged I'd get in a relationship." A grin formed on his face, "Can't be much worse than you at 16 hogging my jackets and screaming weird shit on top of hills with me." You laughed out loud at that, "Fuck me that was a time."
His whole face was smiling as you laughed, "Not gonna lie, I did have a massive crush on you back then." Your face whipped around to his, "Wait, really?" He nodded, sipping from his cup, not meeting your eyes. "Hm...I guess I can kinda see it. You were less...boy-ish to me during that time." Your mind went back in time. "Boy-ish?" He angled his head to the side. "You know, like, the I don't care attitude, the one word answers, making everything a competition, that kinda stuff." He nodded understanding it now. "Yeah, I was really trying to be liked by you back then. Which...funny considering we were already friends." He analyzed out loud. "I mean it does make sense why you didn't fight me about wearing your stuff." You huffed amused at how you would've fought for it otherwise.
"You can still wear my stuff, you know that, right?" He looked down to see how much hot chocolate was left. "Yeah, but then everyone does shit like betting on us becoming a couple." You visibly cringed. "I don't care. I liked when you stole my stuff. You look better in that shit than me." You leaned back into the backrest a little, thinking about it all. "I think...I liked doing that back then because it made me feel safer?" He raised a brow, "In what way?" "I don't know. Lower chance of getting harassed?" His lips became a thin line with an acknowledging hum. "Did you ever feel like I did that as like...a sign?" He shrugged, "Probably. Don't really remember." He did remember. He absolutely thought that's what it was but you never gave any other signs besides that so he never dared to ask you out.
"Torturing 16 year old you, hm?" You giggled at the concept and he huffed with a smile. "I clearly survived." He put the mug on the table. "And then had a wholeass relationship in the time since then." You added at the relationship he had been in until a year ago. "Still no clue how I managed to do that." He chuckled at himself. "Me too. Way out of your league too." He shoved your shoulder in response. "Bold words from someone that had zero relationships in that time." He chuckled and you pretended like that fact didn't hurt at all. "Mhm, but hey, I got to hear 'the right person will come' about ten times a year." "They won't, they have to get past me." He jokingly became serious before you both giggled. You pulled your knees to your chest, "True, they'll be threatened to be run over by an F1 car with added spikes." He pulled you closer to him until he could lay back down with you cuddled into his side. "Repeatedly, mind you." "Repeatedly." You nodded.
"Whoever doesn't treat you well... it's on sight." He squeezed you. You looked up to his face to see him biting around on his lower lip and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." Another one of those heart jumps. And then he suddenly stumbled over his words, "But like what do I do if I can't threaten myself like that? I mean, hypothetically..." You huffed at the anxious energy and cuddled up closer, "Hypothetically you wouldn't tell anyone else about it because I'd kill you instead." You said it insinuating things. Things like his little heart jumps. "Huh?" He was thrown off by that. "You're blushing like a school girl and you just admitted a teenage crush on me. I will read into it, you know?" You laughed softly. "Forgot 'I wear my heart on my cheeks' or whatever you called it." You both cackled at that quote.
He grabbed you closer, higher up, not resting on his shoulder anymore. "Hm. Yeah, I guess our friends have a bit of a point." You smiled, "Oh, do they?" You softly pushed your nose into his cheek. "We'd never tell them, right?" He whispered. "No, we'd never tell them." Your waist was squeezed, "But there would be signs." "Like?" – "Wearing your clothes." He exhaled, a little strained, "I'd like that." "You sure?" You mumbled into his skin "I think a decade long crush with an intermission would make someone pretty sure." He scoffed clearly grinning.
"I wanted to kiss your cute little face back then too. Not quite a crush but...y'know." You could feel his chest move in a silent chuckle. "What about the less cute face now?" He asked and you met his eyes again, deep brown softness reflecting back at you. "Less cute?" You frowned at that. "Maybe less little, but less cute?" He pouted, clearly melting a bit at the compliment, "Whatchu mean?" You scrunched your nose smiling, "You still have a cute face. Unfortunately." "Unfortunately?" He raised both brows. "I regret to inform you once again that women don't choose to be into men by their own volition." He snorted at that, head falling back a little.
"So I like the idea of telling them we're engaged actually." You added. "But like only if you're not my employer anymore." He mustered you, "Hm, we can do that." Then he bit his lip, "You seem pretty sure." You rolled your eyes, "Wow, man I've known for ages. I'm so scared. Bitch, I'm not the one that would ruin it." He grinned fingers gently on your chin, "I wouldn't ruin it either. You have any ring preferences?" Now you were the one blushing, "I... don't know." "Silver, right? You mostly own silver." He was still studying your face. You nodded.
His fingers wandered over your cheek with a soft smile, "Can I kiss you?" You nodded blushing harder and met him in the middle. He was gentle, soft, warm. You parted slightly, "Wait, that wasn't your first kiss, was it?" You huffed and hummed an affirmative. "Could've done that so much better." "Os, I don't care. It's you." He did it again, hand cupping your face softly, "Mine." It wasn't said possessively but gently. He carefully pulled you into a position under him, guiding deepening kisses. Slowly. You sighed with your hand landing on his neck. Breathing became more difficult as he softly hummed and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hand in your hair softly directing you. You both pressed your forheads together, "I thought about doing that way too many times." You giggled, "Oh really?" "All the time. Thank fuck I'm not too late." You could hear the big smile in his voice. "You're never too late." A soft kiss was planted on your lips, "I could've been. You deserve all the best firsts, hm?" You double-inhaled at that statement laced in love, "Yeah."
You opened your eyes and so did he, "So, which hoodie d'you wanna steal?" You giggled at that, then became overly serious, "The one you're wearing." You could watch him blush at that, "Good lord, that's– You're insane, I see." You squeezed his neck, "Am I?" A kiss, "You want my pants too, or?" You huffed at that, "I mean I already owned you before but now..." You could see a smile rise in his eyes, "...now you own me literally not just with words." "No, no, say what you wanted to say, you lil shit." You giggled. "Oh, you mean that now you own this dick, or...?" You both laughed at that.
His face moved to your jaw, "D'you want a specific gem in your ring?" He pushed small kisses into your jawline. "Um, yeah I think so? I've never really thought about it." Your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. "Diamond?" He whispered close to your ear. "I... I mean– I don't really need– um..." He paralleled your faces again, "Anything you want, yeah? You can look at stuff and then tell me." You blinked up at him, "You... actually want to, like, do that?" He frowned a little, "Yeah, uh, I mean we've been friends for a decade, I think that's enough free trial to be sure?" You snickered at that, "Friendship and Relationship isn't THAT similar."
He sighed, "Do you think that after 10 years of you telling me what you wouldn't want in a relationship and listening to your insecurities I don't know what I'm getting myself into?" You blinked up at him again, "But like, you'll do it properly, right?" He nodded, "And nothing public, promise." You let out an excited little sound and he chuckled, "Fucking adorable."
He watched your eyes cycle through thoughts, "What do I do for work instead?" "We'll find you something. I know how you feel about the whole financial dependency thing." He stated softly, "But honestly stop thinking about it, yeah? Today's not the day." You nodded, "And what day is it?" "Depends." He mustered you, "This is either softest day of your life or day of firsts." You hid your face with your hands, "Os, you can't just say that." – "What? I'm just saying I'm willing to go with whatever you wanna do." "I'm sorry, but that sounded like...soft day inside or the most sexually charged 12 hours of your life." He laughed, "I don't know about 12 hours, but I could try 3?" You slapped his chest, "Shut up."
He pushed his nose into your cheek, "Why? D'you like the idea too much?" Silence, "I... no, yes, but no not really. I mean mentally yes, but..." He pushed a kiss on your cheek, "That's alright. You could die a virgin next to me and I'd still marry you." That hit you like a ton of bricks. The sincerity. The honesty. The fondness. Your lower lip started to tremble. "Hey, hey, no, don't cry." He held you closer. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." He looked down at you, slight concern in his eyes, wiping away your tear. "That's what I meant every time you talked about being unsure about sex and I said 'if someone argues with you about it, they're not for you'" You nodded and he gave you another peck on the lips. "I'll never do anything you don't want." You nodded again. The concern in his eyes turned into fondness again. "I do want to, but I don't." He nodded. You had talked about this topic a few times before. The way you liked the theory of some things but not the practice. The way you struggled with sensory things connected to physical closeness to another person. He'd told you plenty of times to never settle for someone that doesn't accept that struggle.
"We can try at some point but we don't have to, hm?" He watched you carefully nod. "I know but..." – "I know. I know that shit is confusing and I'm signing up for that confusion right now, alright?" A finger went over your nose gently. A blush crept onto your face, "It's just, you're the only person I'd ever feel safe enough to try it with." His entire body tension reduced with an adoring smile, "I think that's the best compliment I've ever gotten." You grabbed him closer for a kiss. "Now gimme a hoodie." He laughed softly at that, getting up and padding over to his bedroom.
"Something I already had on or–" – "Yes!" He reemerged with a black mess in his his hands, "Get up." You stood up from the couch and he came to a hold in front of you with the fondest of looks on his face. "Um, you wanna wear the shirt under it or no?" He watched you bite around your lip, "I can close my eyes, you know?" You mumbled, "That feels ridiculous, we've just talked about getting fucking engaged." He wordlessly closed his eyes after bunching up the hoodie correctly in his hands. You took off your shirt and grabbed his wrist. He peeked a little as he pushed the hoodie over your head, slowly helping the textile with encompassing your body.
"Future Wife." He spelled it out with pure love as you turned in the hoodie in front of him and you froze looking at him. Immediate tears in your eyes made him panic for a brief moment before he realized what he'd just said. Soft hands cupped your face, "Thank you for even wanting my dumb self as well." You smiled back at him teary-eyed. He pushed the two fallen tears aside, "You wanna online window shop?" You nodded. "Stop acting like husband material, you're a white rich guy." He laughed, "I would be pretty stupid to not love you how you deserve." You wiped another tear away with the sleeve of his hoodie this time. With a gentle grab he pulled you into his side to sit on the couch together and grabbed his laptop.
Watching a man type in Tiffany felt like you were inducted into some sort of rich people right of passage.
"Oh, that one's pretty." You immediately pointed at the iconic Sixteen Stone with the golden cross-stitch around it. "But I don't know if I wanna be stressed about losing a ring." He looked at you with a mix of 'of course, everything for you' and 'really dude? I'd just buy you a new one' on his face. He opened the engagement ring page and started scrolling, and kept scrolling, and you sighed, "I don't like big gems. Who cares about that?" He clicked the wedding bands, because 'why not' he thought. "That one! I've had that one on my wishlist when I was like 19." You pointed at the Soleste V-ring.
He looked over to you, still the softest demeanor, "I'm getting you both, just so you know." – "But–" – "No discussion, you're getting that second one as your wedding ring and the first one as an engagement ring, yeah? You'll only wear it for so long anyway so stop worrying about losing it." He gently grabbed the entire lower part of your face with one hand, squishing your face a little. You'd never seen him do something crazy with his wealth like this in all those years except for a nice car and the very occasional expensive clothing piece which you could understand with his job. "But you'll also wear an engagement ring, right? I don't like when men don't." You gave in and he smiled, "Sure, if you want."
You mustered him with your lips apart. This man was gonna spend not one, not two, but twenty grand on you. For the bit, for the friendship, for you. "Anything else?" He grinned knowing fully what he was doing. You shook your head. He opened the Sixteen Stone necklaces and the pearl ones, "Food for wedding thoughts?" That fucker listened when you were 19 talking about your dream wedding that one time, including the fancy necklace. The only time you'd ever talked to him about it. "Why do you remember that? You were in a relationship." He huffed, "I care. And like I said, if someone else wouldn't have done it I would've had to run them over, so..." He gestured to the screen.
You blinked at him, "We don't have to look at wedding stuff right now." "Damn, and if I want to?" He responded fake offended and you smiled at each other again. "Os, you know damn well I'm okay with simple shit." – "So am I, but you deserve it." – "I swear to god, don't make me cry three times in one day." He looked at you all smug, "But you're kinda cute when you cry." Immediate slap on his shoulder. "I hope you know I'll make you cry so many times during wedding planning. Infinite budget and all that." He gestured around. You rolled your eyes, "Infinite." He furrowed his brows, "If you don't think my mom would throw all her money at her only daughter-in-law, you're wrong. Especially with her knowing you...and probably about my teenage crush." His eyes looked up, a little embarrassed.
"So, how will we tell people? Just waiting till we actually have wedding invites sent out or do we show them engagement rings?" You both grinned slyly at each other about the planning that was about to ensue.
...
"So, switch of jobs, engagement, wedding date, engagement rings at a race timed with wedding invites?" He nodded, "And wedding date can be far in the future if you're more comfortable with that. Um, you know, with it being your first relationship and all."
You took in what had unfolded in the last 2-3 hours. "Did I just go from forever alone to engaged soon in half a day?" Osc laughed heartly at that one. "Am I coming on too strong?" – "Never."
wrote this for December but thought the Oscarinas need it today so here you go. tell me if you liked it!
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