#albon

warnings: pure fluff, a kiss, sleepy alex, light swearing pairing: alex albon x female reader a/n: i love tired boyfriends who just want juice and forehead kisses :)

you check the time again. it’s nearing midnight, and the arrivals board finally blinks to life: flight landed.

the car is warm, engine idling softly, your playlist humming low through the speakers. you’ve been parked here for almost forty minutes — early, on purpose. alex’s texts had been sporadic since he left japan. spotty wifi, exhaustion, time zones that didn’t line up with your own. still, you knew the drill. race week was chaos. you didn’t mind waiting. you’d rather be early for him than late for anyone else.

the backseat is lined with little comforts: his favorite sour gummies, a neatly folded hoodie he left behind last time, and a juice box — grape, the only flavor he insists is “actually elite.” you’d laughed while grabbing it at the gas station earlier, imagining the look on his face.

outside the windows, the airport looks quiet and damp. puddles reflect the yellow-orange glow of the streetlights. you chew on your thumbnail, nerves fluttering even though there’s no real reason to be nervous. he’s just been gone two weeks. not even that long. but the missing always stretches time out like elastic. it makes everything feel further than it is.

when your phone buzzes, your heart jumps.

alex 🤍 just off the plane. you here?

you smile, thumbs already flying.

you row c, under the covered pickup. look for the world’s sexiest civic.

he replies with a single laugh emoji. your smile grows.

minutes later, you see him.

he’s dragging his carry-on like a man twice his age, backpack slung one-shoulder, baseball cap shoved backwards over messy hair. he’s in joggers and the team hoodie you’ve stolen more times than you can count. he looks like the inside of a sunday morning. like comfort. like home.

he doesn’t see you at first. his eyes scan the row of cars, squinting through the low mist. then you wave — a quick, ridiculous little jazz-hand thing out the window — and his entire face changes.

he lights up like the sun cracking through cloud cover.

you jump out of the car as he nears, rushing around the front bumper just as he drops his suitcase. he opens his arms without a word and you go right into them, arms around his waist, head tucked against his chest. he smells like recycled plane air and something faintly citrus, probably the shitty in-flight hand wipe.

"you’re real," he mumbles into your hair.

you laugh, squeezing him tighter. “barely. you look like a zombie.”

“i feel like a zombie.” he pulls back just enough to look at you, hands still low on your back. “but, like, one that would only eat you. for emotional nourishment.”

“mm, romantic. truly.”

he leans down, forehead pressing to yours. “hi.”

“hi.”

you stay like that for a moment, the kind of quiet that fills you instead of empties you.

then you remember what you’ve stashed in the backseat.

“come on, race boy,” you say, slipping from his arms and reaching for the back door. “i brought you something.”

he squints suspiciously but follows, kicking his suitcase closer to the trunk. “if it’s another protein bar disguised as chocolate, i swear—”

“behold.” you flourish the juice box like it’s sacred.

alex stares. then blinks. then grins, slow and wide and genuine. “you’re kidding.”

“grape,” you confirm. “imported all the way from... the BP on smith street.”

he takes it reverently, like it’s a trophy. “you really do love me.”

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks go warm. “you said it helps with jet lag.”

“and my soul,” he adds, sticking the straw in with the confidence of someone who’s done it a thousand times before. he takes a sip and sighs dramatically. “god. that’s the good stuff.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re perfect.”

the words slip out so easily it makes your chest ache. he says it like it’s a fact, like it’s always been true.

you duck your head, smiling. “get in the car, albon.”

he climbs in, still sipping his juice, and you start the drive home with soft music playing and his hand finding yours across the center console.

the world outside is quiet. but inside this little car — grape juice, sleepy smiles, your fingers intertwined — everything is full of light.

the rain has started up again, soft and rhythmic on the windshield, casting slow-moving shadows across the dash. alex is half-asleep in the passenger seat, hood pulled up now, mouth slightly parted, straw of the juice box still sticking out like a cartoon.

your hand rests in his lap — not doing much, just there. his fingers play with yours absently every so often, like he’s checking if you’re real.

“you didn’t have to wait that long,” he murmurs suddenly, voice raspy and low.

you glance at him, smile soft. “i wanted to.”

he hums. “your texts felt like... landing lights.”

you pretend not to melt at that. “okay, poet laureate.”

“i’m serious.” he leans his head back, looking at you sideways. “everyone else was asleep or busy. but you were there. always.”

your heart does this gentle stutter. like it’s catching up to something it already knew.

“always,” you echo.

the car is warm. the hum of the freeway, the rain, the low sound of your playlist curling through the speakers — it all swirls into something that feels domestic. like this is a moment pulled from some future where you do this all the time.

you glance over at him again. he’s watching you, eyes soft, tired. the kind of tired that makes everything quiet inside.

“you look good,” he says quietly. “like... annoyingly good. considering i feel like a bootleg corpse.”

you snort. “a sexy corpse, though.”

“mmm. i should crash in your bed and never leave it.”

“that was already the plan.”

he grins, all sleepy teeth and slouch. “god, i missed you.”

your hands find each other again.

you’re pulling into your apartment building’s garage now, headlights sweeping across concrete pillars and faded yellow lines. as you park, alex sits up a little straighter, blinking away the daze.

“home sweet home,” you say, turning off the ignition.

but he doesn’t move to get out.

instead, he reaches over, cups your jaw gently, and says, “wait.”

you still.

he leans in, forehead to yours, thumb brushing your cheek. his eyes are so close. so full of affection it makes your throat tighten.

“you really brought me a juice box,” he murmurs, smiling like it’s the most tender thing in the world.

“and a hoodie,” you whisper.

“and gummies.”

“and a playlist titled alex jetlag boy.”

he laughs under his breath. “you spoil me.”

then he kisses you.

it’s soft. not rushed. not deep. just lips against lips in the still dark of the car, the rain still pattering gently overhead. it tastes like grape and tiredness and something golden behind your ribs.

when he pulls back, his eyes stay closed for a moment longer.

“best welcome home ever,” he whispers.

you bump your nose against his. “and there’s leftover pad thai in the fridge.”

he groans. “marry me immediately.”

you grin. “carry your suitcase first.”

he kisses you again, quick and laughing.

“fine. but only because you bribed me with food.”

he opens the door, grabbing his bag. you step out too, the concrete cool under your shoes, and for a brief second — under flickering garage lights and the scent of rain and petrol — he looks at you like you hung the stars just to guide him home.

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.

summary: the A/C is dying, and so is Alex... of cuddle deprivation pairing: Alex Albon x reader warnings: none word count: 676 a/n: in honor of the heat wave that's killing my area right now, I figured I'd write a small blurb

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Physical touch was both of your love languages. Whether it was sleeping in each other's arms, brushing hands while reaching for the same snack, or simply linking pinkies on crowded sidewalks, there wasn’t a moment where you and Alex weren’t touching. 

That is until this heat wave hit. 

It wasn’t just hot. It was melting your spine into the furniture hot. The kind of heat where even the thought of another person’s skin made you recoil in self-preservation.