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[alexalbonmykitten]

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ᰋ ˓ welcome to my blog, i'm delighted you're here. this blog is dedicated mainly to fanfictions about alex albon (for now).

ᰋ ˓ english is not my first language, so please excuse my writing if it is not the best and if there are any spelling mistakes in the fanfics.

requests : open !

the request box is open for anyone who wants me to write fan fiction, headcanons or if there is any question or suggestion, but only if it's about alex or including him.

what i write: smut, fluff, headcanons, hurt, comfort, domestic vibes, always fem!reader, different scenarios besides f1.

what i don’t write: alex x lily, any driver without including alex in the fic, other genres of reader, fantasy themes.

i will only accept requests if they follow the rules and if you are polite when asking. please be patient.

materialist :

𑣲 fluff 𐙚 smut ⟢ suggestive .ᐟ including other drivers

virgins cum faster .ᐟ 𐙚

quite famous 𐙚

CWAA:

introduction

straight out of a rom-com 𑣲

baked with love 𑣲

santa is here 𐙚

early snow 𑣲

to all the boys i’ve loved before 𑣲 ⟢

i hope you like my fanfics and enjoy them. any questions or requests are welcome. from: isa.

[alexalbonmykitten]

quite famous : alex albon x fem!reader.

summary: you and your best friend go out partying and end up in a pub where the williams team is celebrating finishing fifth in the constructors' championship.

tws: smut, age gap, dirty talk, masturbation, penetration.

The cold froze your hands, so you tucked them inside your coat, crossed your arms, and continued walking side by side with your best friend.

It was one of those windy nights with light rain, your hair was easily blown about, constantly hitting your face. It was too annoying. You decided to go into a pub, it was full of guys older than you, all between twenty and thirty, and all of them, absolutely all of them, were wearing the same T-shirt.

"Wait... isn't that the Williams T-shirt?" said your best friend. You turned your head and looked at her strangely, because how would she know what T-shirt that was. Your face made her immediately argue her answer, "My brother watches every Formula One race, that's one team's T-shirt." A little "oh" came out of your mouth, followed by another question, "Do you think they're fans or are they from Formula One?" "Babe, that's Carlos Sainz and Alex Albon," she said fluently, as if she were the biggest fan of the sport. You assumed that the two she had mentioned were the drivers. "So the tall one is a driver?" you asked. The brown-haired guy had caught your attention among all the others. He couldn't stop smiling. "Yeah, that's Alex" your friend replied, glancing at you while you kept your eyes on the guy, who looked back at you for a second. "Go talk to him" she said the second she saw that eye contact between the two of you. "Oh no, now he'll think I'm a fan" you said, turning away and looking at your friend, pouting. "Prove him wrong! Go get his number like you don't know who he is!" she said, all excited. "I'm going to go get drinks, go and talk to him."

You took a deep breath and walked toward him. Of course, he looked at you when you were heading in his direction, and how could he not when you were staring right at him? When you were practically in front of him, the group he was talking to moved away a little, giving you some privacy, expecting you to ask him for a photo or an autograph at any moment, but never his number. He's famous. That's insane.

"Hey, you look cute, what's your name?" you said, looking at him seductively, trying to make him like you. "Oh, Alex, hi, nice to meet you" he said smiling, of course, that gorgeous smile. "The pleasure is mine, may I have your number so I can add 'Alex' to my contacts?" He laughed and took out his phone. Well, that was something unexpected. Was he really going to give me his phone number? "Well, I don't like to say these things, but I'm quite famous, so maybe my number isn't the best option. Give me your Instagram, I'll text you, promise," said the dark-haired boy, smiling again, with his Instagram search page in front of you. You looked at him for a few seconds and smiled, nodding gently before typing in your username. "Quite famous? Well, I don't know you." The boy started playing with his hair, giggling, nervous and a little embarrassed that he had said he was famous and no one recognized him. "I'm a Formula One driver," he said, still unable to look you in the eyes. Your friend appeared at your side and handed you a drink. You didn't know what kind of drink it was, but you took a sip.

Alex saw you drinking and after a silence in the conversation, he let out a little "umm," thinking about how to continue the conversation while you drank. You swallowed and kept it with you. "Formula One... so you are rich and live in Monaco." Alex laughed out loud, he wasn't expecting that but you were absolutely right. "Yeah, you're right, I live in Monaco and I guess I'm well paid." "That's great, umm... so I don't want to sound uninterested, tell me about F1, I know nothing." You said, truth be told, Formula One was of zero interest to you, but this was part of a strategic plan. Just like Formula One.

Alex didn't know where to start. He didn't expect that to be your way of flirting. "Okay... so see all these people dressed the same? We are part of a Formula One team, there are twenty-" You stopped him, stood on tiptoe to reach his ear, and complained. "Sorry, I can't hear you with all this noise. Can we go somewhere more private... the bathroom maybe?" Alex smiled immediately. This was what he had been waiting for. He held out his hand for you to take, and you did. You led him to the bathroom, the women's bathroom, because there were only four women in the entire pub and no one would interrupt you there. No one would interrupt your Formula One class.

You closed the door behind you, and when Alex had you in front of him, he went straight for your lips. Williams was celebrating; fifth place in the Constructors' Championship was a big deal, so James Wolves had taken the main team to a pub where no one who knew them would come, so they could celebrate in a relaxed atmosphere. Alex was going to celebrate differently that night. Even though you were dominating the conversation out there, he was dominating the act. It didn't take him a second to kiss your lips with impeccable ease, as if he had kissed them forever before he met you. He grabbed your thighs and carried you to the sink, which was a countertop with two sinks built in, with you in between.

He nibbled your lower lip and kissed you with his tongue without hesitation, his hands sliding down your dress, sides, waist, hips, thighs, and when he reached the uncovered sides, he reversed his way into you, sliding his hands under the dark fabric of your dress. Your hands were on his neck and jaw, careful not to miss a single movement in that passionate kiss. It was easy for the guy to see that you weren't completely relaxed, so he separated his lips from yours and started kissing your neck, mumbling a few words. "How old are you?" he said curiously. He had been surprised by your lack of confidence when kissing but not when flirting. You had to think for a second. It wasn't a good idea to lie if he was someone who deserved more than one night. "19," you said quickly. You were 18, but for one year you were safe from him moving away from your neck. At any moment, you expected him to pull away.

"Aww, you're gonna get me in trouble, kid," said the boy, still pressed against your skin. You smiled immediately when you heard him, leaned back with your arms behind you, and let him do it. Alex was busy grabbing your thighs and digging his fingers into them, his kisses and licks moving down until they reached your neckline. He wasn't going to leave hickies, or else he'd be in real trouble.

"Would this little girl be able to prove that she's old enough to handle me in a public bathroom?" said the boy, his previous smile transformed into a much more playful one, one you couldn't refuse. You pressed your lips together slightly and, without taking your eyes off his, said, "Uh-huh."

His hands already deep between your legs, he pulled down your underwear until it fell to your feet. His erection was already noticeable in his pants, perhaps caused by winning with the team, by your flirting, or by your problematic age, but he was delighted to be there. "Are you wet for me?" he asked, looking at you, still without going any further with his hand. "Check it out," you replied, much more flirty after seeing his hardness. Alex didn't take long to put his hand between your cunt lips to check, you were wet. He masturbated you, just so he wouldn't risk hurting you by not using lubricant. Your back arched as you felt his two fingers enter you, moaning softly, trying to keep quiet so no one would come to the bathroom despite the noise in the pub's dining room.

"Oh... Alex..." you moaned, looking away from him and turning your head to one side, biting your lip. The cause of your moans Alex did nothing but enjoy the scene, looking at you with a mischievous smile, not stopping for a second with his fingers until he heard them splash. "Come here," Alex said. You looked at him sideways, your eyebrows arched in pleasure, and sat up straight, closer to him, your legs almost embracing his if it weren't for your panties. He unzipped his pants, pulled down his boxers, and let you see his dick just as he had seen your private parts. He took a condom out of his back pocket and opened it to put it on, while you laughed a little. "Do you always carry one with you?" "This and my cell phone, just in case," he replied, looking at you now with a smile that seemed more tender than sexy. He was changing as he saw fit, it must have been his natural way of acting, but it drove you crazy.

"Always safe sex," he said, pausing between words, while with each word he drew you closer to him, first bringing your thighs closer until he was positioned between them, then taking one arm, then the other, and placing them on his shoulders so that you could hug him.

You hugged him, played with his hair at the start of his neck, and kept your face brushing against his cheek. His dick quickly entered you, making you clench your hands against the fabric of his sports shirt. You moaned, still keeping your mouth closed. "Great... don't make a sound, be a good girl." You were dying to google his age. Maybe he was 21 and it was ridiculous for him to laugh at your age, or maybe he was 30 and liked having sex with girls ten years younger than him more than ever.

His movements were slow at first, penetrating you deeply so that when he picked up speed, you wouldn't be surprised by his size. "So tight..." looked like he was going to say out loud everything he thought during sex. It didn't sound like a bad idea to you. Even though you were moaning nonstop, he wasn't far behind, a few moans escaping his lips from time to time, clearly sounding much more like growls than yours.

His speed began to increase, steady and consistent, stable and good at what he was doing. His gaze shifted around, sometimes looking at your silhouettes in the mirror in front of him, looking at your ass peeking out, sometimes looking at his own cock entering you, and other times deciding to look at the ceiling and close his eyes, feeling how good you were to him and your moans in his ear.

After a few minutes, each one faster than the last, your body began to twitch, gripping his back like there was no tomorrow and your moans nearly seeing the light of day. So you came, resting your body on your hands again, behind your back and on the counter. Alex took advantage and grabbed your hips tightly to give a few last thrusts and cum seconds after you. He also put his hands on the counter, on the edge, and stood up so that his breathing could return to normal. A few seconds later, he pulled out of you and got rid of the condom.

You, on the other hand, pulled up your panties and straightened your dress. You climbed down from the counter, looked at yourself in the mirror, and fixed your hair and clothes, as if nothing had happened. Alex approached you, placed his hands back on the counter on either side of you, and left a slow kiss on your neck, taking his time. When he finished his masterpiece, he whispered in your ear, "I'll text you," and left the bathroom.

When you left the bathroom too, there was no sign of anyone from the team, either of Alex, just your friend sitting at the bar looking at you with a smile.

[alexalbonmykitten]

CWAA: to all the boys i’ve loved before : alex albon x fem!reader

christmas with alex albon — chapter five

summary: what would happen if To All the Boys I've Loved Before were about you and Alex? Well, Peter Kavinsky would become your perfect boy, Alexander Albon.

tws: fluff, suggestive, lily as gen but she's not evil lol, different ending from the movie.

all content took out of the actual movie or book will be in cursive.

You and Alex were in sophomore year together, you didn't know each other very well, he was the boyfriend of your ex-best friend Lily, and when you were little he was your crush. Well, Alex Albon has always been your crush, right?

It was your favorite thing, every now and then, to write, to write to five secret crushes. Five intimate love letters. You weren't going to send them, but your dear sister did, so with no experience in love because of how terrifying it sounded, your five secret crushes now had a confession of love in their mailboxes.

They were all incompatible, some turned gay, others weren't up to the task, and others... Others had just broken up with their girlfriends. Alex, the guy who just happened to need someone to make his ex-girlfriend, Lily, jealous, so she would come back to him. You accepted. In the end, you had kissed him as an excuse so that another guy who had received your letter wouldn't talk to you, and he was thrilled that Lily would go crazy until she came back to him. The deal was easy: pretend to be boyfriends until Lily wanted to get back together with Alex, although there was a contract. The contract had its rules: no kissing, put your hand in your back pocket, don't say the relationship is fake, listening to Chappell Roan together, write daily notes, go see him race go-karts, go to parties, have him pick you and your sister up every morning. And finally, go on the ski trip.

The Adler High ski trip was infamous for being the location where more students lost their virginity than Senior Week and Prom combined.

You had never been. Obviously.

But, you’re certain that by the time the ski trip comes around, Alex and you will be ancient history, and that is the only reason you said… Ok, deal.

After a handshake of loyalty, your fake relationship began. He would come to pick you up with your sister, put his hand in your back pocket, give you notes, and even travel to the other side of town to get your favorite drink.

Alex was an angel fallen from heaven, he was the perfect boyfriend, but you couldn't fall into the trap, one of these days he would go back to his girlfriend and leave you behind, after all, it was a deal you both signed up for. But he was the perfect boyfriend. He cared about you even when there was no one else around. He treated your sister well and got along with your father. You could even have deep conversations with him. What more could you want in a boyfriend? For him to be real. You were slowly falling in love. Being with Alex was so easy that sometimes you'd let yourself pretend it wasn't fake.

And one day in December, in the hallways, you had your first fight because Alex was practically begging Lily to pay attention to him again, and you were eating next to them without meaning to.

“Okay, so I was talking to Lily. So what?” “You don’t even post about us on you Instagram” said Alex “Cause I don’t want my big sister to see” you responded. Each one took a second of silence, “Look, Alex… I don’t think either one of us thought this was going to go on for this long, but everyone is cool, Lily is jealous… I think that we need to call it.” You said, breaking the silence, looking at him in his brown dark eyes. “I cannot believe you’re trying to break up with me before the ski trip, that’s in the contract!” He said, frustrated but not screaming at you. “Only if we’re still together” you said, calmly, and a “We are still together” came out his mouth. How do you tell your fake boyfriend you can’t go skiing with him because you’re starting to have real feelings? You can’t, so you went.

The day arrived. After a bus trip with Lauv's "I Like Me Better" playing in your headphones, you arrived in the mountains, where everything was covered in snow, and you checked into a hotel that looked like a giant wooden cabin. The scenery was beautiful. You refused to ski, so you and your friend went to your room to put on Korean face masks while you told him about your drama with the famous Alex Albon. He was convinced that he also had feelings for you, even though you refused to believe it was real. "I think he's waiting for you in the Jacuzzi," he said. You looked at him, wondering if it could be true, thinking how embarrassing it would be to go there and find the Jacuzzi empty, or even worse, with him and Lily.

Curiosity got the better of you and you went out, wearing your silk pajamas and a coat over them. You hadn't brought your swimsuit because it wasn't part of your plans. You went out without much expectation, and from the hotel window overlooking the outside, you could see that tanned back illuminated by a blue light and his dark messy hair as usual. It was him, he was there, waiting in the jacuzzi, just as your friend had told you. You came out and said, "All by yourself out here?" Alex didn't answer, he kept playing with his fingers under the water while looking at them, not wanting to accept the truth, that he was waiting for you. "So what, now you're ignoring me?" you said. Alex looked at you, said nothing. You hadn't come skiing and he missed you.

"Well... Sorry I'm not a good skier, you didn't offer to teach me." Alex looked at you, about to complain that you hadn't sat next to him on the bus, but he didn't want to rub it in any further. You sat on the edge of the hot tub, looking at the water and at him, the reflection of the water on his face looking perfect. "I wanted to sit next to you", Alex said, looking at you as he tilted his head slightly, "I even packed the snacks. I asked your sister where to find that drink you like so much." You looked at him, "The store where they sell it is all the way across town," you said, and Alex looked at you with a soft smile, "I know, so if I went all the way across town to get you something you like, then that means..." The blank space he left was meant for your response. You looked at the water, then at him. It was impossible that the answer you were thinking of was the right one, so you played it safe, "You must really like that drink?" Alex laughed, with that special giggle of his, and looked at you again with the same smile, touched by your charms, "That means that I like you."

You looked at each other for a few minutes, minutes that seemed like an eternity, as if time had stopped and you were alone, the gentle breeze ruffling your baby hairs and making your skin tingle, his gaze delicately fixed on you and his small smile lingering. He opened his arms slightly, half in the water and half out, asking you to come to him, as he had just confessed his love for you. Your eyes showed that sparkle of first love and your stomach accompanied it, feeling butterflies.

You took off your coat and set it aside, slipped your legs into the hot, bubbling water, and your silk nightgown began to get completely wet. "You're coming in, in your nightgown", said Alex, smiling. You admitted that you hadn't planned on bathing on this trip. He didn't argue with that, he just kept looking at you, mesmerized by your presence , and you stood in front of him.

It was your first time doing something like this, you were dying of nerves, you didn't know what to say or think, especially in front of the tall guy who always had several girls following him around. A simple "hi" was all that came out of your mouth. Alex laughed, once again touched by your innocent behavior, to which he replied, "There's no one like you." Your stomach filled with butterflies again. You had never gotten rid of them, but now there was an exaggerated amount of nerves in your body as his hands grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto his lap. You put your hands on his cheeks, looking him in the eyes. He was dangerously close, and that rule of no kissing was instantly broken.

It was everything: the starry night above you, the warmth of the water, the warmth of your bodies, and the sensation of those bubbles brushing against your skin. That first kiss of yours, which Alex made live up to all expectations and with all the love in the world, he caressed your body like a delicate piece of porcelain. You spent almost hours underwater, letting your fingers wrinkle but still attentive to those kisses, which were unstoppable.

There came a point when the cold night was freezing both of you. You got out of the hot tub, and Alex, after putting on his grey bathrobe, took your coat to put it on you, adjusting it perfectly and leaving a kiss on your cheek. You both entered the hotel, you hugged his arm as you walked through the corridors with varnished wooden floors and Christmas lights decorating the hotel.

Before saying goodbye so that each could go to their respective room, he didn't let you leave, taking both your hands, and both your lips drew closer to kiss, a goodbye kiss before spending the whole night dreaming of each other.

"Let me spend the night with you," Alex whispered after that kiss. You looked him in the eyes, unsure, not because you didn't trust him, but because you were afraid of what might happen. He could see it in your eyes, and he gently caressed your cheek. "Only cuddles," he replied. You looked down at the floor, which sparkled with your reflection. You thought about it for a second and looked back at him, nodding your head.

Alex took advantage of his height and strength to become the prince of your dreams, lifting you up in his arms like a princess and carrying you to his room. "Wait, can you get the room key from my pocket?" he said, giggling. You giggled back and took his key to scan it at the door and open it, which Alex held open with his shoulder so you could both enter the bedroom.

He carefully laid you down on the bed, closed the door, and went to his suitcase to take out his pajamas. "You know what? I bought us matching pajamas, in case this exact scenario happened," said the boy, throwing a pair of pajamas smaller than his own on the bed. You picked them up; they were clearly teddy bears themed, and you laughed, touched by his gesture. "No way!" You got up quickly, the excitement of that perfect first love was eating you alive. You ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in to get changed. In the master bedroom, Alex did the same.

The boy quickly changed, "I'm ready, let's see how pretty you look," he said. You opened the bathroom door and stood still, showing him your pajamas. "Turn around, please," Alex asked, smiling, completely in love with you. You turned around completely, and the boy came toward you with open arms, hugging you, kissing your face without leaving a single piece of skin unkissed. He picked you up again by your thighs and carried you back to the bed, laying you down again, but this time he lay down next to you. He turned off the main light and left the nightstand light on.

His hand took your head and gently pushed it toward his chest so you could rest on him, one leg positioned on top of his. His hands caressed your hair, playing with your locks and leaving kisses on your scalp from time to time.

"I like you too," you said softly. Alex didn't move his head and smiled as he looked up at the ceiling. You, on the other hand, did move your head, moving it to see his reaction, and when you saw that it was a smile, you smiled too. The Thai boy kissed your lips gently. That kiss, which at first seemed short, became long, full of love. It was a beautiful kiss that showed the love you had both been hiding for months.

It was late, and your bodies felt it. You didn't stay awake for long, as the warmth of the sheets and the exhaustion of the day made you fall asleep together in bed, embracing each other all night long.

[alexalbonmykitten]

CWAA: early snow: alex albon x fem!reader

christmas with alex albon ─ chapter three

summary: Alex used to get stressed before the season started, especially with so many changes to the car. He never got stressed at the beginning of the Winter break although it was good for him to unwind before the Christmas festivities. It was better to leave the stress of work behind before the holidays began, like early snow.

tws: fluff, long-term relationship, crying.

The room is filled with soft light that slowly filters through the curtains. It is eleven in the morning and the day is slowly awakening. In bed, you remain lying down looking at the ceiling, despite having been awake for a while, still wrapped in the warmth of the sheets. Alex had his head resting on your chest, still sleepy, a ray of light illuminating his brown hair, making it almost blonde. Your fingers ran through his locks, caressing and massaging his scalp.

‘Shall we have breakfast?’ you asked, interrupting that moment of tenderness. ‘Mhm,’ the boy replied, neither nodding or shaking his head, simply groaning because you had broken the silence, but with his hand caressing your bare belly, letting you know that his annoyance was slight.

‘I had a nightmare today,’ Alex said, pouting slightly, which you couldn't see because of your position. You let out a small gasp when you heard him and moved your hand down to his cheek, stroking it with your knuckles. ‘What did you dream about?’ you asked, concerned by his frustrated tone. Alex remained silent, silent for a long time. You assumed he didn't want to tell you and simply continued stroking his hair.

Suddenly, something wet your skin and it bristled. It was a small drop, but if it had fallen there, it was because Alex was crying. Before you could do anything, you could already hear the boy sniffling, so he had been crying for a while.

‘Alex,’ you said softly, sitting up straight in bed and taking his cheeks in your hands so he would turn his head and you could see his face, that tearful face with red cheeks and nose. He looked back at you, tears welling up in both eyes and a burning sensation in his chest caused by his emotions.

With your thumbs, you wiped the tears from his skin, looked at him with a small smile showing empathy, and took his head to hug him to your chest, so he responded by hugging your waist and letting his tears stain your skin. In a soft tone, not wanting to interrupt his outpouring too much, you asked, ‘Why are you crying…? Was it the dream…?’ Alex swallowed and tried to answer with a broken voice. ‘I dreamed that I was fired from Williams and… and I would never race again.’ Your heart broke at his words. You had lived through his replacement at Red Bull and knew how hard it had been for him. You stroked his hair and gently moved his face away from yours so you could look at him again and kiss him softly on the centre of his forehead. ‘Alex… It's not going to happen. You finished eighth and even though the end of the season wasn't perfect, you did a magnificent job.’

Your words made the corners of the boy's lips stretch a little to the sides, revealing a small smile, even though his tears were still there. ‘Cry, go on, let it out,’ you said, smiling back at him, brushing his hair away from his face and letting his head rest on your lap on top of the sheets. In fact, you put a cushion under his head so he would be comfortable. You took the box of tissues from the bedside table and handed him several so he could cry quietly. You gently stroked his hair while he cried, without any sobbing or noise, just small tears falling as he stared at the ceiling. ‘Alex, we're all very proud of you. There are only twenty people in the world racing in those cars, and you're one of them. Do you realise what a privilege that is?’ Alex nodded, ashamed to let his tearful voice be heard.

His dark eyes remained clouded with emotion, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to make him sob. His body tensed slightly with each stifled sob that tried to escape, his hands clung to the fabric of the white sheets and he breathed deeply through his nose, trying to calm himself. ‘I'm sorry… I don't want you to see me like this,’ he whispered in a broken voice, without looking at you. More tears glistened in his eyes, but he blinked quickly to hold them back. Some escaped, running down his cheeks.

Alex fell silent, as did you, who looked at him without removing your fingers from his hair, which you continued to caress affectionately. ‘You look pretty when you cry,’ you said with a smile. You moved closer to his lips and left a kiss. At your words, he laughed a little, brought the tissue he was holding to his eyes, wiping away the tears, and looked back at you. ‘Do you think so?’ he asked, unsure whether your words were meant to make him feel better or if they were a true sentiment. You shook your head, looking towards the horizon, not in denial, but because you couldn't believe it. ‘Alex, how could you not be pretty with that sparkle in your eyes?’ you said, looking back down at him. When he saw your lips form those words, he blushed a little and turned away so you wouldn't see.

You couldn't help but giggle at the tenderness, moving closer to his body, still warm from being under the sheets all night, and lying down behind him, both of you horizontal on the bed. You hugged him from underneath his arm, taking his hand and caressing him while you kissed his neck and shoulders tenderly and delicately, pressing the tip of your nose lightly against his skin, rubbing it. The boy let himself be spoiled, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, closing his eyes, letting them rest after so much crying.

[alexalbonmykitten]

CWAA: santa is here: alex albon x fem!reader

christmas with alex albon ─ chapter three

summary: Alex went downtown to buy Christmas presents, thinking you were sick at home all day. What he didn't know was that you were waiting for him wearing the sluttiest Santa Claus outfit you could find on Amazon.

tws: smut, long-term relationship, obviously sexualizing Santa Claus, dirty talk, masturbation, a bit of nipple play, penetration,no protection, biting, YEARNING, a bit of aftercare.

It was a snowy night in London. Alex had gone out in the afternoon to buy the last few gifts for your nephews and young cousins. He spent the whole afternoon looking for those last few items so that the kids would not be left with few gifts to open. You stayed at home, as Alex thought you were feeling unwell, which was the excuse you had given him. You spent the whole day tucked up in bed with Alex looking after you until he had to go out to run his errands.

But you weren't sick, you were preparing that Christmas miracle that any couple would want to have, or at least you knew that Alex would be willing to make it happen. You got out of bed once he left the house and went to your dressing room, where, hidden behind the clothes, was a cardboard box. You opened it and took out that sexy Santa Claus outfit, just like the one in Mean Girls, or even shorter and more provocative.

You put it on in front of the mirror, making sure every detail was perfect, and went to the bathroom to apply your make up, so you would be the ideal Christmas present for your boyfriend.

It took almost two hours until you were satisfied with your looks and hair, you kept it straightened and put on the lip combo that always made Alex melt at your lips. You took another look in the mirror, twirling around, and suddenly your phone rang with a notification. ‘Going home, is my baby still feeling sick? You want me to buy you something on the way home?’. An immediate smile took hold of you, you walked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of it, replying to the message, ‘I'm feeling better, I think Santa came earlier this year.’

Alex was confused by your message as he got into his car. ‘I'm glad, what do you mean Santa came earlier this year?’ He left his phone charging in the car and started walking home, glancing at his phone from time to time, waiting for a reply, but he didn't receive one.

He arrived home, tired, carrying the presents. The front door creaked in a silence broken only by the melody of the wind against the windows. The tall boy left the presents in the hallway and his shoes, Asian style, and walked towards the bedroom, still wondering. ‘What do you mean Sant-’ He froze when he opened the bedroom door, completely paralysed. His ears turned red, as did his cheeks, for there was his girlfriend sitting on the bed in front of him, wearing a dangerously short dress, its red colour contrasting perfectly with her skin.

Alex swallowed hard, and you couldn't help but smile when you saw how shy you had made him feel in a way. ‘I think you know what I mean,’ you replied to his question. He took a few steps towards you as he took off his jacket, left it on the chest of drawers, and moved closer to you until he was standing in front of you. You looked up, without breaking eye contact, ‘Any wishes you want Santa to fulfil?’ you asked, with a smirk, and he was mesmerised by your submissive gaze beneath him.

‘I think it's obvious that you can,’ his hand caressed your cheek, making you rest your head on it. After an intense search for the perfect gifts for every child in the family, he couldn't have wished for anything better because even though he loved you madly, he didn't feel like going home and continuing to make soup for his sick girlfriend. ‘Your wish is my command,’ you said, closing your eyes for a few seconds as you grew fond of that thumb caressing your cheek. ‘Let me fuck you,’ Alex replied, without any remorse or shyness. Your smile was immediate; it was clear that this was the Christmas miracle you wanted the boy to ask for most.

You lifted your face from the Thai boy's hand and spread your legs. He leaned back, just to get a better view of the scene. His mouth open when he saw that you weren't wearing even a single piece of lingerie, that you were completely naked under those red latex and white lace fabrics. ‘Ugh, may this Santa come again next year,’ said Alex with a justified smile, going straight for your body, as if time had suddenly run out. He grabbed your waist with more force than usual, pulling you effortlessly onto the bed to climb on top of you. These were the moments when you realised he was an elite athlete, as his body blocked all the light in the room because of his size, until his head lowered towards your neck. You looked to the side, giving him more canvas to paint, as he was filling every inch of the neck skin with hickeys and bites. His nimble hand quickly slipped into your tight skirt, sliding up your inner thigh until it reached your intimacy. Four of his fingers rested on your mons pubis and his thumb masturbated your clitoris with speed and precision, causing your whimpers to become louder.

‘Alex… You're so good at this…’ you said with a smile of pleasure, your hands gripping the cushion under your head, while Alex's free hand slipped between your back and the mattress to unzip your top all the way down. Once the fabric was out of the way, those lips continued their work on one of your breasts, while the other was squeezed by his hand.

He didn't stop until you were completely wet under his touch, because the boy was really good at petting, he was the best you knew, and to be honest, he was the best you knew in every aspect of a boyfriend. ‘So wet for me, can my wish come true now?’ he asked, suddenly gently, looking up at you from your chest. Your hand went to his back and you slipped it under his shirt, grabbing it tightly and pulling it towards you, indicating that it was blocking your view. Although, again, his question had not yet been answered, he took off his shirt to please you, left it on the floor and confidently caressed your thighs, which bristled at his touch. You let out a tired sigh and with a small smile at the sight of him without his shirt, you nodded your head, but that wish had to be asked for more delicately. ‘What's the magic word?’ ‘Please, Santa… I was a good boy all year, wasn't I?’ Now your smile was showing your teeth, you threw your head back laughing at his words, laughing at how silly it had made you feel to hear that. ‘Come on, fuck me.’ Alex couldn't help but smile when he saw how much you liked the way he spoke, and he smiled even more when he heard that his wish was coming true.

Without complications, he turned you over, leaving you with your stomach facing the mattress. He unzipped your skirt and threw the other part of the outfit on the floor, leaving your perfect ass exposed for him. In fact, his efforts that day as the real Santa deserved a little more attention. You stuck your ass out, moving it from side to side, tempting him even more. He loved this attitude that always took over your body during sex, so he spanked you, making your ass twitch immediately at his touch. A sharp moan escaped your lips and you moved back and lay down on the bed again. He turned you around again, facing him once more, and again you saw his semi-naked body, before he took off his clothes and revealed his hardness, another spectacle to observe with a wicked smile.

Alex climbed onto the bed, kneeling, spread your legs from side to side, giving him a perfect view. In fact, he turned his head to observe you from all angles like a true psychopath. He climbed on top of your body and kissed one of your breasts before entering you, making you let out a moan that you stifled with your lower lip. He gave you a few seconds to get used to his dick, although it was ironic, you two fucked frequently, but it was simply a habit of courtesy for the lady.

He began to move, back and forth, each thrust leaving you even more excited for more, as he went slowly, enjoying his Christmas miracle. ‘I'm glad Santa is here, here for me, moaning like the whore she is.’ Open-mouthed but still moaning with pleasure, you blurted out a quick ‘You didn't just say that!’ before a groan interrupted your words. Alex couldn't help but smile to your response. Sometimes he felt the urge to give you such nicknames or say such words that left you paralysed for a few seconds. But as we all know, Santa doesn't have a second to stop with so many kids asking for things, and there was your kid, thoroughly enjoying the gift you had brought him and unwrapping it as quickly as any kid would.

He was agile and faster than normal, it seemed that the wetness you had released was making his work exquisitely easier. Your bodies seemed almost as one. Apart from being inside you, his torso was pressed against yours, causing your breasts to move in rhythm with his chest as they were pressed together. His lips sometimes kissed yours, but just enough to let you moan in peace, which was another source of pleasure that the boy fed on. He nibbled your collarbone and neck while his dynamic movements gave you that feeling of orgasm. You grabbed his biceps tightly, accidentally digging your nails into his skin, your high-pitched whimpers making him know about the climax, just like your bodies almost splashing the bed.

‘Santa is definitely coming,’ said Alex when he noticed you grabbing him. Today, every sentence he uttered was spot on. He even smiled at his own cleverness. That rush ended with an orgasm lasting several seconds, which Alex took advantage of to penetrate you more quickly until he came too, but before doing so inside you, he came outside, as he had completely forgotten about the condom in the excitement of the moment. After arching your back, you fell defeated onto the bed, and Alex got off you, let out a small sigh of exhaustion, and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Once he was done, he came back to you with a towel, cleaning your wet cunt, put the towel aside and got into bed, tucking you in with him. ‘The best Santa I could ever wish for,’ said the boy with an affectionate smile, laying you on his chest while he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead gently. You looked at him now, your breathing calmer, kissing him softly, to which he responded, hugging your body, which seemed small compared to his.

The night calmed down with snow, following your rhythm, as both the city and you two fell peacefully asleep.

[alexalbonmykitten]

CWAA: baked with love: alex albon x fem!reader

christmas with alex albon ─ chapter two

summary: on a warm afternoon, sheltered from the cold, with jazz playing in the background, you and Alex bake biscuits before tiredness takes hold of your boyfriend.

tws: fluff, long-term relationship.

That afternoon, the house was lit with soft lighting, the fireplace was lit, leaving a smell of wood throughout the living room, and the heating was on because behind the fogged-up windows it was raining and snowing at the same time. A Chet Baker record was playing in the background, and you and your boyfriend were both wearing Christmas jumpers in the kitchen.

‘Wait, wash your hands first,’ you said when you saw Alex going straight for the flour jar. He obeyed without question, washing his hands while you dried yours and picked up the recipe book. That afternoon, you were going to make butter cookies. ‘280 grams,’ you read, Alex nodded and, before measuring out how many grams you needed for the recipe, he took you by the waist and lifted you onto the counter, sitting you down. ‘Yes, chef,’ replied the Thai man as he began to pour the flour into a bowl while measuring it.

‘On point, what else?’ ‘120 grams of butter, wait-’ you reread the book carefully, because you had said the order backwards after being distracted by Alex's action. ‘No! Before the flour, mix the butter with the sugar.’ Alex couldn't help but laugh and add, ‘But the butter is rock hard from the fridge.’ ‘Well, put it in the microwave, stupid,’ you said, nodding towards the appliance. He listened and put the butter in for a few seconds. ‘Don't call me stupid’ he said threateningly, putting his hands on either side of your legs. ‘Stupid,’ you replied, looking at him with a playful smile, and before the microwave beeped, Alex started tickling your belly, making you squirm with laughter until you lay down on the cold countertop and kicked him in the stomach to get him to move away, choking with laughter. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw how happy you were. ‘Stop, stop, Alex!’ you said between laughs, and when the microwave finally beeped, he moved away from you so he could finally handle the butter and mix it with the sugar.

You sat back down and, chuckling softly, continued reading your book. ‘Concentrate,’ said Alex, who, although his back was turned to you as he mixed the ingredients, turned his head to see you still smiling. ‘Okay, you have to sift the flour before mixing it with the butter and sugar,’ you informed him, putting the book aside and simply watching your boyfriend cook.

You were quiet for easily twenty minutes, watching him mix while he hummed songs and paid attention to how the cookie dough was turning out. Once the mixture was ready, he began to flatten the dough until it was completely smooth.

‘Where's my favourite baker? Do you want to make shapes with the dough?’ Alex said with a smile, looking at you. Still silent and smiling, you got up from the counter to stand next to him and take pieces of dough to shape them into hearts. ‘That's so basic!’ Alex complained, laughing. ‘All this work for you to make hearts,’ he continued, shaking his head. You took your butter heart and placed it on your chest, looking at him. ‘But it's the love I feel for you.’ Alex didn't say anything to the comment, because sometimes actions speak louder than words, so he simply hugged you from the side and left a kiss on your lips, caressing your back, although, to tell the truth, that phrase was the cringiest and clingiest thing you said all year. ‘But if you don't like hearts, let's do something more fun,’ you said, leaving the heart on the oven tray and changing its shape back to a circle. ‘A panda,’ said Alex, without looking at you, already making one before you could refuse.

You smiled when you saw how quickly a circle had turned into a circle with two round ears. You rested your head on the boy's shoulder and drew another panda, which you placed next to the first one when you finished. ‘Look at them, they're boyfriend and girlfriend,’ said Alex, looking at the pandas and then at you, turning towards you to take you by the waist and cover your lips with soft, slow kisses. In response to the kisses, you stroked his hair, running your fingers through his locks and ending up with your hands on his cheeks, using your thumbs to caress him. His grip on your waist was firm until he changed it to a hug, which, when he pulled away from your lips, continued, resting your head on his warm chest.

After shaping cookies between affectionate kisses, you baked them, so you lay down on the sofa, watching anything on Netflix, waiting for Alex to come, but you couldn't stop getting up and going to check on the cookies. Otherwise, all his effort would be for nothing. ‘Alex, relax, they have seven minutes left, I set the timer,’ you said, looking up at the kitchen, where Alex was sitting in front of the oven, on the floor, about to fall asleep from the heat coming off the oven.

You were left speechless with surprise and how sweet he looked sleeping in the warmth, so what better way to spend those seven minutes than to grab the woollen blanket and go over there. You sat down next to him, wrapped the blanket around both of you, and with you by his side, he took your arm, hugging it and resting his head on your shoulder, taking a little nap that now lasted six minutes.

[alexalbonmykitten]

christmas with alex albon

“christmas with alex albon” or “cwa” will be a series of alex albon x fem!reader fanfiction stories with a christmas theme. none of them are a continued story. it will consist of five chapters, some fluff, some smut, and some a combination of both. all this to help you get through these three months without formula one more quickly and so you don't miss alex while we don't see him.

— straight out of a rom-com.

chapter one : 22 / 12 / 25

— baked with love.

chapter two : 26 / 12 / 25

— santa is here.

chapter three : 30 / 12 / 25

— early snow.

chapter four : 03 / 01 / 26

— to all the boys i’ve loved before.

chapter five : 06 / 01 / 26

and yes, the last chapter is a recreation of a scene of “all the boys i’ve loved before” so if your a fan, save the date 🙂‍↕️.

[alexalbonmykitten]

CWAA: straight out of a rom-com: alex albon x fem!reader

christmas with alex albon ─ chapter one

summary: the formula 1 season is over, and finally you and alex can enjoy christmas by going to the christmas market in hyde park.

tws: fluff, long-term relationship, gun games.

It's mid-December and the Formula 1 season ended last week. Before family commitments and a long flight to Thailand to see Alex's family, you went for a stroll around London's Christmas markets.

Sheltering from the cold in a big quilted coat, you reached out to take the tall boy's hand. He put both hands in his pockets, looking at you with a loving smile and a sparkle of Christmas excitement in his eyes, as the tough end of the season was finally over.

Upon entering the spectacular Hyde Park market, Alexander made sure your scarf was properly adjusted and your hair was in place, leaving you a soft kiss on the cheek. ‘Where would you like to start?’ he asked. ‘Let's take a walk through the little shops. I don't feel like going on any rides,’ you replied. You headed to the first few huts with small shops inside, looking for nothing more than to spend some quality time together. You passed by a cute Christmas ornament shop, which had all kinds of themes. ‘Look, Alex, there are F1 cars!,’ you said excitedly, your breath steaming in the cold London afternoon air. Alex laughed when he saw the decorations and asked the woman in the shop, ‘Do you have any Williams ones too? We're not really into Ferrari and McLaren,’ which were the only ones on display. The poor woman obviously didn't know much about Formula 1 teams, and she didn't even bat an eyelid when Alexander Albon himself showed interest in his own car to hang on his Christmas tree. ‘I'm sorry, young man, these are the only ones we have,’ said the woman with a friendly smile. You both thanked her for her concern and moved on to the next few shops. ‘What a shame they don't have any Williams,’ said the tall one, grumbling and sighing as he looked out at the horizon flooded with couples and families passing by. You laughed at how silly it seemed to complain about something so simple. ‘When you win a race, they'll make one for you,’ you said teasingly, and the second the Thai boy heard those words, he nudged you, almost knocking you over to the right with the force he used without realising it.

Before you fell into an entire family because you lost your balance, Alexander grabbed you by the waist and quickly pulled you towards his chest, with one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair, stroking it. ‘Are you okay? I used too much force, forgive me,’ he said with a concerned tone, leaving a little kiss on your lips, dry from the cold. You nodded and laughed a little, straightening up and continuing the walk. His hand intertwined with yours again and he put both of them in his pocket. ‘Although I think you're the one who should apologise for that comment.’ You laughed out loud when you saw him looking indignant again, standing on tiptoe to leave a soft kiss on his cheek. ‘Sorry, this year you'll get on the podium at least, you'll see, I'll always be proud of you no matter what you do,’ you said with a closed-lipped smile, looking into his eyes, which were once again filled with excitement, now the excitement of seeing his partner's confidence in him and his Formula 1 career.

After that lovely moment under the bright decorations installed throughout the park, you arrived at the rides. You looked around, full of boys and girls playing while their parents watched or sometimes accompanied them. ‘I know you don't feel like it, but... Not even a plushie?’ asked the tall boy, looking down at you and you smiling at him for his words. How could you refuse a stuffed animal won by your boyfriend? It was a scene straight out of a rom-com. That afternoon in general was a scene straight out of a rom-com.

A blush spread across your cheeks and you laughed shyly, making it clear to the boy that his mission that afternoon was to get you a stuffed animal, and if it was the biggest one, even better. Alex took your hand tighter and you went to the balloon shooting stand to win some prizes. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and took out his wallet, giving a couple of notes to the girl who was attending, so you could play a few games. You looked at the large collection hanging on the wall, from animals to characters, and you couldn't help but notice a grey kitten soft plush that shared a look with your boyfriend, both with droopy eyes but with an undeniable feeling of comfort and love. ‘I want that one,’ you said as you pointed to the kitten plush. Alex smiled and nodded. ‘Well, it seems like we'll take that one home,’ he replied before starting to shoot, missing three times.

You laughed even though he had already popped two balloons. ‘Don't laugh at me! I'm trying to get you your plushie!’ he said, also laughing. You hugged him affectionately from behind and from the side, right next to his pointing arm, you laid your head down, watching as, after paying £5 again, he managed to pop all the balloons at once. You shouted excitedly at the last shot, clapping and hugging him tightly, to which he responded by caressing you through your quilted coat with one hand and pointing to the girl at the stall with the grey kitten with the other. You pulled away when finally the plushie was on his way to your arms, looking at it with excitement, but before giving it to you, Alex looked at you with a joking seriousness, ‘It's all yours, but you have to promise me he won't get more kisses than me.’ You laughed at his comment and instead of hugging the stuffed animal as you had planned, you hugged him, kissing his lips with a small smile. ‘I promise, you'll always get more kisses.’

[alexalbonmykitten]

Would you be open to write Alex & Lily x Reader or only Alex x Reader?

I’ve read some alex & lily x reader and they aren’t my favorite ones, in fact I think it’s rare that I wrote a fic of a threesome, so I’m going with alex x reader for now.

[alexalbonmykitten]

may I suggest/request a fic where Alex gets very protective of reader? maybe people online talk about reader inappropriately a lot and he gets extra guard-dog-like on race weekends because he doesn't trust people to be respectful of reader?

if I’m doing that, I’m doing it all the way, bcs I saw people writing about it thinking that alex was quiet when being jealous and protective, and I think he would say something to the media. ofc we don’t have any prove of that because why in the world would lily get in trouble, she’s the sweetest.

[alexalbonmykitten]

DID I JUST FOUND ANOTHER ALEX ALBON FAN!!!!

DIDIN’T YOU READ MY NAME, I’m all for alex, love him so much I could cry fr.

[alexalbonmykitten]

Estoy de rodillas rogando por una continuación u otro fic con Oscar. Sinceramente, este fic fue el mejor momento de mi día 🙏

hiii, well my account is alex based so i won’t do a fic only of oscar buuut maybe a continuation, it’s just that now I wanna focus only on alex for some time 🫶.

[alexalbonmykitten]

virgins cum faster : alex albon, oscar piastri x fem!reader.

summary: who would have thought that you would end up losing your precious virginity to the introverted boy in class and the best friend of the popular boy, but there they were, alex albon and oscar piastri right in front of you.

tws: smut, mutual love between alex and reader, virginity, threesome, high school theme, dirty talk, titjob, fingering, nipple play, masturbation, penetration, aftercare.

Alex Albon was a nerd because why he has to know everything about every subject? He was so smart that he was top of the class and you always failed, which made you angry. It drives you mad that such a nice boy, who in your opinion was pretty, was giving you extra lessons. When your mother found out about his math skills, she had to make sure that you were also at the same level as the best in the class.

“Alex, come on, keep my mom's money and let's not study, I don't feel like it... please,” you said, begging and complaining, hoping he would agree, and he did. “Okay, but study at least a little before the exam, I'll give you my notes.” You smiled at the excitement those words caused you and couldn't help but hug him happily. You always hugged when things went your way, and there he was, frozen, clearly never having touched a girl before, or so you thought, since before entering this high school, the popular girl used to take the virginity of all the smart students in the school, and Alex was included.

“Come on... that's it... can I go home?” asked the Thai transfer student, but you refused. It wasn't time yet, and if he left, your mother would get suspicious. Instead, you decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get to know a little more about this boy who you thought was cute. “Hey Alex, tell me about yourself. I hardly know anything,” you asked, tilting your head to the left, looking at him with a small smile and the dim light of the study lamp shining on him, giving him more and more the impression that this was an interrogation. “I don't know what to tell you,” he said with one of those little awkward laughs that used to escape from his lips. “Hmm... do you know Oscar?” you asked.

Oscar was Lando's best friend, and Lando was the popular one. Everyone talked about him and fell in love with the curly-haired boy, but you were interested in his best friend, that red, blondish haired boy who everyone thought was from Ireland rather than Australia for some reason. He was your best friend's hallway crush, and as her best friend, it was your job to do the research.

“Oscar Piastri? Well... I don't talk to him much, but he seems nice, even though he's always serious.” You nodded. After that hug with Alex and his help in finding out what the redhead was really like, it seemed like you were already best friends, at least from your perspective, so you let your tongue slip and asked what you wanted to know. “And have you seen him naked in the locker room? The girls are rumoring that his parents did him right.” Alex turned completely red. He definitely didn't expect that question, and now he couldn't help but wonder what the girls in the class thought about his physique too. “Um... I don't know, he's a normal guy...” He left that hanging in the air, with a few seconds of silence. “Hey, why are you asking me that? I don't want to talk about how big Piastri thing is,” he said in a tone that was half angry, half laughing. His expression wasn't entirely clear, to which you replied, “Come on, you're exaggerating. Tell me roughly how big it is with your hands.” He sighed and positioned his hands so that you could see that he was indeed more blessed than the rest. “That's without being erect?” you asked, curious. “Obviously! I haven't seen it erect and I don't want to!” Alex replied, dying of embarrassment and laughter.

That teenage conversation ended there. It was time for Alex to go home, and he spent the whole night overthinking, because he liked you, he liked you a lot, and even though he seemed shy and introverted, every night he had his hands around his cock thinking about you, thinking that one day that cock would be between your tits. That night he didn't do anything because he knew that Oscar was your priority, even if that wasn't the case.

Alex’s pov:

Another day of class, writing down everything I could in math class so she could get at least a passing grade. How annoying, look at her, sleeping there, almost drooling, so that later I have to give her my notes, but hey, that's love, I guess.

A hand rested on my shoulder and I turned around to see Oscar getting near my ear and whispering, “You were giving that sleepyhead extra lessons, weren't you?” I turned around, ready to defend her heart from the popular boys no matter what, so I nodded proudly. Oscar just smiled and pointed to my phone on the pupitre, so I would be ready for the messages he planned to send me in two seconds when the teacher turned to the blackboard.

Messages:

Oscar: I know you like her, you spend all day drooling over her.

Alex: Is it that obvious?

Oscar: You must be joking.

Alex: No 🥲

Oscar: She has a friend who is totally into me, and your girlfriend has beautiful breasts, according to her friend.

Alex: Hey, how do you know that? Don't talk about her like that.

Oscar: That doesn't matter. Her friend told me she likes you too, that she only talks about you.

Alex blushed in his seat in class, watching you sleep so peacefully, and swallowed hard as he replied to the message.

Alex: And what do you want to get out of this?

Oscar: For her to lose her virginity with us. Tomorrow at nine at my house.

Alex: Deal.

The next day, 21:00PM.

You and Lauren, the famous gossip queen who talks about your breasts and your crushes, had arranged to meet at Oscar Piastri's house, because as her best friend you couldn't stop her from giving herself to the popular guy with her legs spread wide, after he asked Lauren out on a date.

But things never go as planned, and that wooden door opened before the blonde girl arrived for her long-awaited date. Oscar was on the other side of the door, looking at you with a smile, wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants. “Have you two switched bodies for a day or something?” You sighed, about to tell him about your drama with your best friend being late, but instead of letting you explain, the redhead grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into that warm and cozy house, closing the door behind you and leaving the cold winter air behind.

“Although I don't mind, I prefer them brand new.” You swallowed hard. It wasn't what you expected, non of this was on your plans, but somehow you liked it. What more could a virgin girl, ovulating and dying to experiment, ask for in front of a handsome guy famous for the size of his little friend under those sweatpants? “It's hot, come on, take off your coat, but if you're cold, let's get under the covers,” he said mischievously. The guy was having a great time with those questionable jokes. You couldn't help but laugh at how easily the redhead could pick up girls, even though he was easily winning you over. You left your coat and looked at him with a smile, his hand quickly positioning itself on your waist. “I've been told you're big, I'll only let you fuck me if the rumor is true,” you replied with the same attitude as your opponent, who laughed. “I hope you won't be disappointed, but if you're not satisfied with me, I'm sure you'll be with two,” he said, before opening the door to the bedroom and seeing Alex Albon sitting on the bed, that Alex Albon, the one from your extra lessons. You swallowed hard and the smile faded from your face, because now you weren't playing with someone you felt nothing for, now you were playing with a guy you had thought about more than once.

“Alex told me he spends his nights thinking about you. I thought maybe we could share this cute little ass,” said Piastri, placing a confident hand on one of my ass cheeks, while my gaze remained on Alex and Alex's remained on me, shy as ever. "Come on, you both like each other and it shows... You'll let me be in between you two, right? I've cleaned the room for us," said Oscar, standing between us. I looked at Alex with a smile when Oscar confessed his feelings for him, and he couldn't help but look away, now that he was closer and feeling intimidated.

“That’s great with me, you, Alex?” He looked back at me when he heard my answer, as he was convinced I would refuse, so his eyes opened wide and lit up, although, why deny it, his little friend lit up too.

“Alex confessed to me while we were waiting for you that he can't stop fantasizing about your breasts, and why lie, neither can I.” I heard Oscar and looked at him, laughing a little. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it with pride, so I sat down next to Alex and started to take off my shirt to reveal my bra. “Alex, can you help me?” I asked as I glanced sideways at the Australian, who was smiling at the scene.

Shy Alex removed my bra, and when he saw my breasts, his cheeks flushed. I easily positioned myself on top of the Thai boy, on his lap, I took his two hands with long fingers, and placed them on each breast. “All yours, gorgeous.” Although you thought Alex was shy because you thought he was a virgin too, he wasn't shy at all when it came to sex, as he had already interacted with girls with character and took hold of your breasts as if he had been touching them all his life, squeezing, kneading, and caressing them. You couldn't help but let out little gasps, running your fingers through his dark hair and caressing it. Meanwhile, a bulge touched your back, as Oscar was behind you, rubbing his sweatpants against your skin, while his hand caressed your cheek like a kitten being pampered.

“Look at me,” said Oscar, lifting your chin, so that your gaze at Alex was now lost in the brown eyes with a little green in them of the red-haired boy, who seemed satisfied with your submissive gaze and your half-open mouth, caused by the gasps that the Thai boy was making you utter.

Wet lips kissed those two erect nipples and sucked on them, even biting them a little, making you bite your lips. “Hey... Will you let me... Put my cock between... your tits...?” Alex asked, speaking between kisses and licks, not going to leave your breasts unoccupied by talking. Oscar laughed a little at his request and let go of your face so you could satisfy the dark-haired guy. With a smile, you got up from on top of Alex and knelt in front of him, waiting for him to take off his pants. “Alex, you'll let me undress her while you take off your pants, right?” asked the redhead, because ironically Alex had more experience despite their different personalities, which made him have a little respect for the Thai guy. He nodded, so Oscar quickly got rid of my pants and then those pink panties that no one was supposed to see today.

“How pretty,” Oscar said, trying to ridiculice me. He gave them to Alex once he was completely naked too. The tall guy took the pink piece and smiled, inspecting it before leaving it on the bed. “You got wet with my hands on your tits, perfect,” words that made me blush quickly. Oscar squeezed my breasts and moved his right hand down to my private parts, sliding two fingers between my lips to check for wetness, which had happened more because of the bulge between my legs than because of the breast massage, between the massage and the bites. “Wet for us, how easy you are.” A muffled moan escaped my mouth when he took his fingers out and left me with nothing. Alex quickly took hold of my body, taking my hands and placing them on the sides of my breasts, with the intention of squeezing them for him, and that's what I did. Alex bit his lower lip and put his member between my breasts, starting to masturbate with them, and I did the work of moving them up and down, making him look so satisfied that I could never have imagined how beautiful he looked.

Oscar began kissing my neck and caressing my thighs while enjoying watching my breasts bounce over my shoulder, even resting his chin there to enjoy it a little longer.

Alex moaned softly, asking me to speed up, and I did so, until the tall boy ended up filling my chest with cum, leaving him exhausted and lying on the bed. “Fuck her, go on,” said Alex, panting as if he had just run a marathon. Oscar took those words with joy. He lifted my body and laid it on the bed like I weighed nothing, right next to Alex, who repositioned himself to rest his elbow on the mattress and his hand under his head, looking at my naked body.

The Australian's tongue began to trace a path, starting at my pelvis, kissing it with moisture and moving upward, circling my bellybutton, continuing with a lick down the center of my abdomen until it reached my two breasts, which took time to be loved. He nibbled them, kissed them, caressed them, licked them, and even played with his teeth on those two nipples, making me gasp and smile playfully at Alex, who couldn't take his eyes off my face of pleasure. He continued on that path to my collarbones, kissing only the left one, as he was in too much of a hurry to leave a few hickeys on that neck and reach my lips, kissing them thirstily, as if they were a source of drinking water after being shipwrecked. As he kissed me, he slipped his hand between my legs, using two fingers to draw circles on the clit, quickly and steadily, making me lose focus on the kiss and moan. The Thai boy's hand went into my hair, pulling it away from the face, making me look at him with puppy dog eyes as I was stimulated by a boy for the first time. “I don't know why I'm trying to prepare you when you're already more than wet for us,” Oscar said, without any problem, in the middle of that kiss, which ended with a bite on my lower lip.

Alex sat on the bed, legs spread apart, took my body and laid it on his chest. Meanwhile, Oscar completely stripped off his clothes, giving us a view of his perfect body and erect dick. He crawled towards us and carefully opened my legs, kissing those inner thighs and, as he did so, giving me a look that left me wanting more.

To be truth, you were a little terrified of what it would feel like to be penetrated for the first time. You were scared and nervous, and it showed on your face. When Oscar saw this, he nodded to Alex.

"Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm with you, baby." The dark-haired boy hugged your naked body, the part that wasn't being held by the Australian, and caressed your face cheeks, turning your chin slightly so he could leave a soft, sweet kiss on your forehead, a kiss of comfort and confidence, which made you smile foolishly, leaving your nerves behind and lying comfortably on the Thai man's chest.

Alex continued with his soothing caresses while Oscar took your legs and spread them apart so he had full access to your cunt. He ripped apart the condom package and put it on with ease. You watched him, somewhat curious, even with the hand of the guy behind you caressing your face with pure delicacy. The redhead entered in you carefully, just the tip, and you whimpered as you bit your lower lip. Alex gently removed your teeth, pulling your lip so that both of them could enjoy your moans. “That's it... open your mouth, we want to hear you,” he said.

The Australian entered you slowly while you scratched the Thai boy’s arms. Once his cock was fully inside you, he stayed still so you could get used to it. “When you say so, beautiful,” he added with a smile, looking at you.

Even tough you weren’t expecting this consideration form Oscar’s side, you kept your eyes closed, sweat on your face, and a warm bubble surrounding the three of you. You let out exhausted gasps through your mouth and Alex caressed your upper torso, while Oscar did the same with your lower one. A nod of your head was enough for the Australian to start thrusting gently and cautiously, paying attention to your expressions and behavior, ready to stop at the slightest sign.

But you didn't. On the contrary, you let out a moan with the redhead's name and asked for more, repeatedly, in a small, high-pitched voice. Oscar couldn't refuse those words; in fact, he was delighted that you were saying them, so he began to quicken his pace, and at your request for more, Alex lowered his hand to your clit to masturbate you. With so much overstimulation, your body began to tremble and your moans faltered. You held on to the Thai boy as tightly as you could and ended up arching your back as if you had been electrocuted. The speed of your orgasm was so pathetic that it could have been timed and sent to the Guinness World Records. “I love how virgins cum faster,” Oscar said with a smile on his face, satisfied to see you whimpering in the arms of the tall guy, who was hugging you with all the love in the world, as if you were his newly injured puppy.

“Are you okay, baby? That was fast,” said Alex with excitement in his eyes, excited to realize that he had accomplished his long-awaited mission of having you nearly all to himself. Weakened by your first intense orgasm, you hugged the Thai boy, who easily caught you in his arms. Oscar covered you both with the sheet and went to the bathroom to get rid of his erection, with flashbacks of the scene he had just witnessed before your orgasm. He didn't want to put any more pressure on the virgin girl kidnapped by two freaks who were thinking about her breasts. It seemed too inappropriate all of a sudden.

Alexander was there to take care of you and stroke your hair, leaving soft kisses on your face and carefully kissing your lips, to which you responded with a soft smile on your lips. “I have to confess that I really like you,” the boy confessed after the shy little kiss. You laughed tenderly and couldn't help but confess the same, which made the Thai boy excited, and he suddenly started kissing your face more quickly and tenderly. Oscar heard that from the bathroom. Once he had taken care of his business, he returned to the room and looked at the couple in love with a smile. “Are you two officially a couple, or can we do it again? I'm not satisfied with the three seconds it took her to cum,” he said teasingly, raising his eyebrows at you as he always did. You, with a grimace and a “pfff,” refused to do it again just to annoy him, even though you knew that if he had made you cum so quickly, he must be good, but first you had to try the guy who had you in his arms.