Albon x How do I look?
nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!
"alex?" your voice rings out in the apartment, sweeter than honey to your boyfriend's ears. you've insisted that he can't see you before you're ready to leave for the track- it's thursday morning at silverstone, and with williams having a special livery of the union jack featuring every employee's name, he'd been lovingly gifted extra media duties alongside logan.
"yeah, baby?"
you step out into the living room, and alex is surprised his eyes don't immediately bug out of his head. "how do i look?" if alex's brain was working properly, he'd be able to voice every opinion on what you're wearing today. sure, it's just the standard williams team kit with his name and number on the back and a pair of denim shorts that hug your hips and ass perfectly, but to him, you look like a goddess among mortals.
"absolutely stunning. gimme a little spin?" you happily oblige, your hair tossing over your shoulder in the process, and alex whistles. "wow. you... i don't even have the words, baby. i'm just blown away." his compliments make you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips when he pulls you in by your waist.
alex can't focus on any of his interviews as soon as he sees you walking around behind the cameras, a bright smile on your face as you greet some of the other girlfriends of the paddock. he's so riled up, in fact, that you find yourself bent over the couch in alex's room, your shorts and panties shoved down your thighs and alex's cock thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. "can't keep my eyes off you, baby," he moans, doing his best to keep his voice down due to the paper-thin walls of the williams motorhome. "you just look so fuckin' gorgeous out there wearing my jersey."
alex's cock has turned your brain into complete mush, the only coherent words forming in your mouth consisting of his name and pathetic whimpers of "all yours," and that's exactly what you give him. when his right hand snakes around your hip and finds your clit, his left still holding your waist in a tight grip, you have to bite into the cushions of the couch to muffle your moan. "nngh, alex, baby, fuck, 'm close, 'm so close, please just let me cum, baby."
"cum for me, baby," you hear, and it's the last thing your brain processes before your brain turns to white noise and you bite the couch cushion again, your eyes scrunched closed in pleasure as your orgasm hits you hard. the repeated pressure of alex thrusting into you shortly makes you whine in overstimulation, and it's only then that you realize that he's slowed down just a bit. "baby, where- fuck- where do you want it?" without a verbal response, you collapse to your knees and open your mouth, tilting your head back. the sight before him is just so downright filthy that it takes three pumps of his hand before he's cumming, warm spurts of white painting the lower half of your face. you smile, swallow what landed in your mouth, and then gladly accept his fingers into your mouth after he swipes away what he can.
"i'll see you for dinner?"