the after
fwb!oscar piastri x roommate!reader
word count: 290 words
warnings: none. allusions to sex ig?
“Hold still, baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” she mutters, though she doesn’t protest when he gently wipes her down with a warm cloth from the bathroom. She just watches him with something unreadable in her gaze — quiet, thoughtful, like she’s just now realizing how carefully he handles her.
“You good?” he asks, crouching down so he’s eye-level with her, his palm skimming over her thigh.
“Yeah,” she says, softer now. “…I didn’t know I’d feel so… floaty after.”
“That’s normal,” he murmurs. “You just need a little grounding.” He grabs his hoodie from the floor and tugs it over her head, hands lingering to smooth her hair back from her face. “Better?”
She nods, cheeks warm, the fabric drowning her but smelling like him. She snuggles into the couch as he settles in beside her, pulling her into his chest without hesitation.
“This is the part I like,” she admits after a beat, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
“What part?”
“This.” She gestures vaguely at their tangled legs, his arm wrapped around her. “The… staying. The quiet after.”
Oscar’s chest tightens. He kisses her hair before he can stop himself. “Yeah. Me too.”
There’s a pause — warm and fragile and dangerous.
“Y’know…” she says slowly, “you’re, like… really good at this. Not just the sex stuff. All of it. The taking-care-of-me part.”
Oscar swallows hard.
Don’t read into it, he tells himself. Don’t.
But she’s looking at him like she means it, like she’s letting him see something she doesn’t show anyone else.
He brushes her cheek with his thumb, keeping it light. “Guess I like taking care of you.”
“Guess I like letting you,” she murmurs back, almost shyly.
And he’s screwed.
Completely and utterly screwed.
a/n: sorry if you guys were expecting smut, but hopefully you guys still like this! i'm actually a bit fond of this one. lmk what you think!
