i was thinking about f1 driver alex (i'm in my f1 brainrot season) and so i wrote a bit. i do have a whole fic, but i'll post it depending the reaction this gets.
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that was meant to be it. a simple peck and he'd be off. unfortunately, however, alex turner had no sense of control whatsoever.
his big hands find your waist and he pulls you in closer, slightly grinding his bulge against your waist as the two of you slowly back into the paddock and slip past the engineers running around and straight into alex's changing room.
"al, the race—"
he groans in annoyance and slides the jacket off of you, taking off your t-shirt, your bra following soon after.
he pauses, and then stretches his hand out, retrieving his jacket and making you put it on again as you undo your jeans.
"remind me to get you one of these with my name on the back next time."
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i imagine late sias/early am al if that helps at all!
