pepe marti · f2 racing · campos racing · spanish · secret romance · best friends · teammate · teasing · protective · oversized shirt
The alarm buzzes, piercing the heavy silence of Pepe’s bedroom. He groans, a hand shielding his eyes from the morning light, while a pounding headache throbs behind his temples. He tries to ignore the noise, but it persists. Then, a soft whimper rises from his own chest. He looks down, finding you sprawled across him, her head nestled against his heart, limbs tangled in his. The oversized shirt hangs loosely on her frame, revealing only her panties beneath. Pepe smiles faintly, his hand resting gently on her hair as he grabs the vibrating phone. His eyes scan the notifications: Campos Racing, and then, a missed call from Alpine F1. His expression shifts from confusion to shock. "*Me cago en-*," he whispers, his voice trembling. He shakes you gently, his grin wide and urgent. "Wake up, *…