#Chair Alonso x reader

[cowboyhat29748]

Chris Alonso imagine

She walks through the door and is looking at me with a bit more defeated posture than her usual strong confident self and I can immediately tell that something is off.

I know she’s a very straight forward person so I try to match her energy and just call it how I see it. “What’s wrong babe” Chris simply replies “nothing” like I can’t tell when she’s feeling down after knowing her for so long “I can tell when something’s wrong with you Chris” I address, but she sarcastically responds with “so you can read me now huh” 

Not like I didn’t expect her typical defense mechanisms, she’s usually a very guarded person and with being a swat officer she has learned not to show her emotions and bury them instead

I responded with “of course I can” she role her eyes and I chuckle “but seriously baby just tell me what’s going on, I know you think it might be too much for me but swat or not I can handle everything you tell me but clearly you need someone to help you handle it as well” she sighs and look everywhere but me. I can tell I’m starting to get her to consider opening up, 

“it’s ok Chris” 

She slowly and cautiously starts talking about some victims, teen girls, who were DOA at a scene she arrived on today and she talks about the guilt she felt for not being able to save them, shes tearing up during the confession and after she’s done I get up and pull her into a hug which she melts into, as soon as our bodies touch she breaks like glass that’s been hit one too many times.

It’s rare to see her cry but I’ve never seen her sob, not like this at least. She lets out all the emotions she’s been holding in and I just hold her in my arms comforting her “it’s ok baby girl I got you let it out” she mumbles apologies about crying and not being able to be in control of her emotions and i try and just give her those reassurances she needs, I know she needs to cry so I’ll hold her as long as she needs, just being thankful she trusts me enough to let her carefully guarded wall down in front of me.

 I gently pull back from the hug and cup her face with my hands, making her look at me. "It's okay, Chris," I say softly, "Let it all out." I wipe away her tears with my thumbs and continue, "But you can't hold it all in forever. You need to talk to someone about it. Maybe a therapist or someone else on the team who has been through similar things, or, and this is my favorite option, me."

She nods, sniffling, and leans back into my embrace. We sit there for a while longer, until she calms down and her breathing returns to normal. "Thanks" she whispers.

I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter. “I always got your six" I promise. "No matter what."

[viennakarma]

After you

Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in  his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

[allocnddits]

welcome to my new obsession: F1

long ass thoughts about daniel x alonso!reader (daughter) im talking like 4k

warnings: SMUT (oral – M and F rec–, fingering, anal fingering, PinV, danny being kinda rough) with barely any plot, danny and reader being sluts, not proof read in lazy, AGE GAP (reader is like 20) size kink

"Are you not gonna kiss me?" you asked after dancing with him for what felt like the entire night.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough to be in here"

"That's good enough"

He lowered his head to reach your lips and kissed you hungrily. It was messy and you both tasted like alcohol but you couldn't care less.

You weren't so sure of how you ended up waking up in his hotel room with your dress unzipped, bunched up around your waist and no underwear. You sat up for a second, trying to remember who you left the club with, luckily, an alpha tauri racing shirt was laid on the chair next to the bed. Considering that you had a 50/50 chance, you were pretty lucky to get it right. "Daniel?" you called from the bed.

"Good mornin" he smiled as he came out of the bathroom, still damp, hair wet and a towel around his waist.

"Not so sure it's a good morning when I don'tremember what happened last night. Did we fuck?"

“You better hope not cause i don't see any condoms around here."

"Daniel, are you fucking serious right now?" you ask, before putting on the t-shirt he just threw at you.

"I'm kidding, alright?"

"Then what the fuck happened? Why aren't my panties on my body?" you asked almost angry at how calm he was about this.

"Hey, hey, no need to freak out. I just ate you out, alright? But I guess you were too drunk because you fell asleep almost instantly after you came on my tongue and told me I was 'too fucking good'

"Oh god, I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. How can you be sure that happened? You were drunk too"

"Well, you were quite unforgivable, babe, pulling my hair and grinding on my face. That and the fact that I can handle my alcohol." he chuckled.

"Don't fucking laugh about this, s'not funny" you hit his stupid smile with a pillow. "God, my dad is gonna kill me. He was afraid i'd get with stroll, you know, but this? This is so much worse"

“Why am I worse than stroll?”

"Cause you're like, almost 20 years older than me. this is so messed up. How am I gonna get out of here, there are people outside." it was your home town after all, people knew you.

“I'll figure this out, okay? just wait a second and stop freaking out."

You got up from the bed, taking the rest of your dress off before walking to the bathroom. the second you saw yourself in the mirror you started washing all that old make up off, you looked destroyed. as you looked through daniels things, trying to find a face wash or a moisturizer, you heard him on the phone

"Hey, Lan, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, mate, what's up?"

"Is your girlfriend with you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you think she could borrow yn some sneakers and like, training shorts or something?"

"Why on earth are you calling about yn?"

"Well, we kinda had a thing last night and now she's like, stuck in here, only in her party dress."

"Are we fucking talking the same yn mate?"

"I would think so, yeah"

"Are you taking a fucking piss?"

"Not at all"

"Oh this is so messed up. you fucked your coworkers daughter?"

"Kinda, and i don't see how this is messed up"

"Mate, how old is she?"

"She was old enough to be in the club"

"Can you just cut it? who the fuck are you telling about us?" you came out of the bathroom, done with his conversation.

"Just Lando, I'm trynna help you out here" he told you before talking back to his phone "can you just please ask your girlfriend for the clothes? Thanks, I'll be right there." he ended the call, laying his phone on the bed as you stood right in front of him. "Don't be mad at me, alright?" he pulled you closer, in between his parted legs, and kissed your love handle, over the shirt. you ran your hand through his wet curls, locking your fingers in them when he grabbed your ass. "Dan?"

"Yeah?" he looked up at you with bright brown eyes.

"Think i can make up to you for last night?"

"Would love that, yeah"

You straddled him, hands meeting his cheeks as you kissed him. His arms wrapping around your waist, making you grind down onto his towel. You could feel him growing against you as you let the texture of the towel catch your clit. You really tried to drag out the making out but after a couple of minutes his tip as aggressively poking your thigh. “That was quick" you tease and you slide off his lap, going on your knees in front of him. You unfolded the towel that hung around his hips and almost didn't believe what you saw. "Fuck" you sighed.

"What's wrong, baby?" he teased, looking down at you and brushing your hair off your face.

"You could've given a warning" you joked before wrapping your hand around his base, leading it to your lips, you spit on the tip, using your other hand to smear it all over him, his cock so thick he fit perfectly in your fist. You started pumping slowly, looking up and holding direct eye contact with him, starting to feel hot under his stare. Your hand moved loosely around him, your palm feeling all the prominent veins of his cock before stoping at the base so you could leave a kiss on his tip.

"Stop teasing, love." he complained, slightly bucking his hips up so you took his head into your mouth. You did, gladly, sucking hardly on it before going all the way down. You couldn't quite take all of him in your mouth but you came close, the move making you slightly gag around him. You pulled away, pumping your hand while you recovered from it. You swirled your tongue on his tip, watching as he threw his head back, hands becoming fists that propped him up on the bed, you let your mouth slide down on him, always taking everything you could. Every time you had to pull away to breathe, your hands made up for it, either pressing your thumb down on his slit or running your palm against his sensitive head.

"Fuck, baby, feel so good, 'm so close" he groaned as you popped off his length with a disgustingly erotic sound, string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his tip. "shit"

"Want you inside me. please?" you asked, taking your spot back on his lap.

“If someone ever says no to that question, love, they're going insane." he smiled against your neck before kissing down to your shoulder. His hand went back down to your ass, lifting the shirt you wore and spreading your cheeks apart, his long finger reaching for your opening. he circled it, spreading your wetness around before dipping into you, making you wiggle your hips till you got used to the feeling. As much as you just wanted him inside you, he barely fit in your mouth so you knew this was necessary. When he slipped the second finger in, your head fell onto his shoulder and as a gagged moan fell out of your lips you felt him smile against the skin of your neck.

“Think you're ready, baby?" he whispered in your ear and you nodded. Daniel pulled his fingers out of you, reaching for a condom on the bedside table and putting it on before lifting your hips till his tip tapped your hole. His hands on your ass started lowering you onto him, you were unbelievably tight compared to his girth and it had you squeezing him so good.

"Dan" you called, face buried in his neck, hands running through the short curls at the back of his head, "so fucking big." you sighed as you tried to make him bottom out inside you. he couldn't help but chuckle against your neck, he already knew he was too big for your petite figure but you were not giving up on taking him whole. You felt bad enough for using him the previous night, you needed to make him feel good.

"Don't need to take it all if you can't, baby" he said before laying back on his elbows, watching you struggle as you took him in, a smirk never leaving his face. When he finally watched himself bottom out in you he sat back up.

"Doing so good, didn't think you'd be able to take it." he whispered to your lips before crashing them against his.

Daniel lifted your shirt till he met your tits and started to give them attention, kissing and sucking, kneading and bitting, all of it borderline overwhelming as you were still getting used to him inside you. He had both of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as he could as you started grinding against him. He was sucking on your tits so hard, making you wetter by the second, as he moved his hips to meet yours.

"Dan, fuck, feel so good, so big" you whispered against his lips before kissing him, it being so deep and intense that you slowed down your hip movements. Daniel, however, made sure to increase his movements, fucking up into you. even though you were the one trying to make up to him, he was the one who seemed to be doing everything in his power to make you feel good.

With a particular thrust, you let a moan out into his mouth making him part the kiss and take his lips down your chest again. the attention he was paying to your boobs was driving you insane, all the kissing and sucking being almost too much. your moans becoming louder with every thrust of his as he let out groans against your skin.

"fuck, so fucking close, cmon, baby, don't stop." he said in your ear, making you shiver. you sped up your bouncing on his lap and started clenching on purpose around him. it wasn't long before he came with a deep moan in your ear. Barely taking time to enjoy his release, he flipped you over onto the bed, one hand beside your head, holding himself up and the other right down to your clit, circling it as he trusted a few last times into you, his softening dick still making you feel full. "come for me, baby, need to make sure you're done too" he whispered.

"so close, just a little more, please" you begged and he thrusted into you one last time, making you cum. he immediately fell on you, burring his face in the crook of your neck as you came back from your high. “‘kay, get off, still need to get out of here."

"yeah, okay. i'll just get dressed and i'll get you some clothes." He flipped off you, pulling his towel to cover himself again.

"have you seen my phone?" you asked, looking around the room. he handed it to you, along with a charger and pointed to the outlet by the bed.

You watched him get dressed as you waited for your phone to turn on, his muscles on display for you, gradually being covered by some shorts and a tshirt, leaving most of his tattoos uncovered. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander around his body, his muscles, his hair and his nose, you pressed your thighs together at the thought of riding his face and pulling his hair, having his beard scratch your legs, god, you wish you weren't so drunk the night before to remember how good he was.

"be right back" he warned, pulling you out of your daydreaming before leaving the room. as he left, you decided to get up to take a shower, you still smelled like alcohol and daniels cologne from the night before.

While you were in the shower daniel headed to landos room, knocking on the door when he reached it. "mornin' mate"

"did you fucking do her again?" Lando accused as soon as he opened the door, noticing his friends smile and his flushed cheeks

"none of your business, dude." he pushed lando on the shoulder. "thanks for the clothes, though, really saving my ass here. see you later, yeah? still coming with me?"

"sure, see you" he said, clearly just trying to get rid of daniel.

and he did leave, walking back to his room with the shorts and shoes in his hand. "m back, got your clothes" he laid it on the bed before starting to collect his things from the room.

"thanks" you said after coming out of the shower in your towel. you got dressed, annoyingly going commando since you couldn't find your underwear anywhere in his room, and started collecting your stuff too. “think i'm good to go"

"wait" he stopped you "here" daniel placed a cap on your head, tightening it and handing you sunglasses. "ll make sure you get your dress and shoes back, 'kay? will you be in spain?"

"course, but only on saturday. ill text you the place when i get there, so, like, check your dms or something" you commented already going out the door and checking your phone to know where you'd be meeting your dad.

the next time you saw daniel was on monday afternoon.

you went to a coffee shop at the airport after saying goodbye to your dad for a week. he was walking past and stopped immediately when he saw you, approaching your table and asking if he could sit.

"sure, go ahead" you weren't exactly happy about the situation, still afraid this would get to your dad, he wasn't opposed to you dating anyone but, this was his coworker and he was 15 years older than you.

"i got something for you. was gonna wait to give it to you later but i thought you might be needing it." he pulled a small piece of fabric from the pocket of his jeans and bunched it inside his fist before giving it to you.

the second you realized what it was you kicked his leg under the table. "daniel! for fucks sake, have you completely lost your mind?"

"just thought you'd wanna be wearing this again next time you throw yourself at me at the club."

"don't worry, won't be doing that ever again. wasn't really worth it, too much effort, not enough pleasure, you know?" you teased before taking a sip of your coffee.

"sure, keep telling yourself that. listen, i gotta go, see you in like, what, three days?"

"five" you corrected, also getting up from the table.

your next encounter was on saturday night.

Daniel had gotten pole position on quali and as of mandatory gone partying. It was actually insane to you how he managed to end up in the same club as you in a city as big as barcelona. maybe he saw your story and found out where you were but you didn't mind to check.

You were just sitting on the bar, mindlessly flirting with some guy that didn't have a single chance when you saw him. You decided to ignore, not minding his presence while you talked to someone else, but he reached you first. He walked over to you from behind so you didn't notice till his hand was discreetly on your waist, the guy your were taking to left as soon as he realized who daniel was.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me" you said, loud enough so he could hear it, slipping out of the stool

"Hello to you too." he smiled

"what are you doing here?"

"Celebrating. Got fucking pole position" he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Are you gonna be able to maintain it drinking like this?"

"First and only" he lifted his beer bottle. "Wanna dance?"

Now Daniel wasn’t the best at dancing – though he did love to –, but when your hips caught his he knew exactly what to do, they followed yours to the rhythm of the music and his hands roamed through your body with yours on top. You danced through a few songs as Daniel tried kissing you, you denied, knowing that as soon as you kissed him, you’d want to go home with him.

“Just a kiss, c’mon” he whispered, beard scratching on your neck.

You shook your head, turning around to face him and taking his hand. “Just dance with me, yeah?” you smiled, starting to fold your knees and using his handhold as support, in seconds you were on the floor, twearking as you stared at him. You caught his lips moving as he cussed at the view, now if he didn’t go home with you tonight he would go insane. Daniel helped you up, watching you come up from the floor while swaying your hips.

“Stop playing me, we’re gonna do this or not?” he asked you with some level of dominance, something you found extremely hot on that moment. You nodded, pulling him away from the crowd by the hand, when you got out he just looked at the valet and in matter of a minute his Aston Martin was by the door. Daniel helped you into the car before settling himself.

“We can go to my apartment, it’s a bit messy cause i just got there today but, no cameras.” you suggested

“Is it close?” you nodded “lead the way.”

In about 15 minutes you were inside your house, he looked around as you kissed what you reached of his neck, his hands sat on your ass cheeks. “Danny, come on” you groaned against his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt.

“Just looking for somewhere i can fuck you, baby. Think i just found it.” he picked you up from the floor, caring you over to your couch and laying you on it. Daniel easily climbed on top of you, kissing on your neck and visible parts of your chest. Your legs wrapped around hism, making your dress ride up and pool around your waist.

“Dan” you whispered in his ear, hoping it would make him act faster. It just made him quickly grind down on you before going on his knees.

“Gotta make sure you remember how good i make you feel in the morning this time, baby.” he teased as he spread your legs, placing himself between them. Daniel hooked his arms underneath your thighs, settling you to be face to face with your heat. He blew against your aching core, sending shivers down your spine making you close your knees. “love the reactions your body has to me, baby, but keep these apart, wanna make you feel good.”

You threw your head back as your hands went to his hair, you ran your fingers through the curls and pulled him closer to you.He kissed your clit through your thong, smirking as he pulled it to the side and swiped his finger between your lips, guiding it to his lips and sucking on it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you watched him do it.

“Daniel, stop teasing. Just eat me out already, please” you cried out.

He smiled as he pulled your panties down your legs. Daniel kissed and licked your thighs, ignoring your wish, the teasing driving you insane. Two of his fingers split your lips open, your wet cunt now completely exposed to him, he kissed around it, the creases between your thighs and your middle and the bottom of your stomach before planting a kiss right on your lips, anticipation killing you by the second.

“Danny, please. Need you now” you groaned not even thinking about how desperate you sounded, when he had barely touched you.

“You talk a lot less when you’re drunker, love. Maybe I should get some more alcohol in you before fucking this pretty cunt” he whispered as his fingers circled your hole, a sigh of relief leaving your lips immediately.

He grinned at your reaction before his lips met your heat again. They kissed your hole, tongue slightly dipping into you before making its way up. His flat tongue traced from the bottom of your vulva all the way up to your clit, lapping at it. His hand made their way up your waist under your shirt, trying to reach your chest but your shirt was too tight. “Off” he mumbled against your skin.

“what?” your question made him lift his head, letting you catch a glimpse of his lips, glistening with your wetness.

“Off. Take your shirt off.”

You pulled your top over your head, throwing it to the side before your hands made their way back to his hair. His fingers tweaked your nipples between them before palming your boobs entirely. He started fucking you with his tongue, penetrating it slowly as the bridge of his nose caught your clit, giving you the lightest of pressure whenever he moved his face around. His tongue left your hole when you stopped giving him reactions, mouth now working on sucking your clit.

“Danny, please” you moaned when his lips left your clit and started teasing by sucking on your lips. Your begging made him give up the teasing.

The tip of his tongue circled your clit before liking up and down your hole, his nose hitting your sensitive nub again. A soft moan left your mouth as he moved his head side to side, using his nose to stimulate your clit but he stopped as soon as you did. You looked down at him, about to complain but you caught a challenging look in his eyes and understood what he wanted. You started grinding your hips against his face, the pressure of his nose just perfect and in a couple of seconds he had you uncontrollably humping on his face.

“Dan, ‘m so close” you sighed.

He let you use him for your release as his tongue lapped at your dripping hole, the noises his mouth was making so unholy. His pants were getting uncomfortably tighter by the second, he needed you on his cock. Gladly, you, too, were desperate to have him. You came the second he penetrated you with two fingers, ridding down your high as he curled them inside you. His head left the space between your legs and came up to face you.

“Don’t go sleepy on me this time” he joked “wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck, Dan. Let’s go to my room, please, need you.” you mumbled as he kissed your neck, hands snaking under your ass to lift you up. he effortlessly carried you inside, opening the door he guessed was the main bedroom and threw you on the bed. You giggled, watching as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants before pushing his already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and taking off the tshirt he had under it. His hands looked for the zipper on your sparkly skirt and pulled it down, sliding it off your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You pulled him down making him lay over you, holding his torso up with his forearms beside your head.

“Wait, wait, wait” he mumbled into the kiss, getting up again to take off his pants for good after kicking his boots away. He then laid over you again, kissing every single inch of your neck as you tried desperately to grind up onto him and feel his hardness. “so fucking impatient, you are. Have you got any condoms here?”

“Probably” you turned on your side, reaching for your bedside table and found a single one, handing it to him after checking the expiration date. You watched as he opened and put it on, mesmerized by how hot he looked in agony. Seconds later he was lowering his hips, finally penetrating you, his thick cock spreading you up and making your walls burn. “Fuck, Dan, so fucking big” your legs wrapped around his hips, driving them deeper inside of you.

Daniel groaned in your ear when he bottomed out inside you, the feeling of your cunt swallowing him being ridiculously overwhelming. His lips met yours as he started to grind onto you, hips building up the pace till he was pounding into you. All you could do was moan uncontrollably, if you saw the state you were in you’d be embarrassed but when you had his dick buried inside you it really didn’t matter.

“Daniel, please, faster” you begged, making his hips start snapping against yours. You smiled, feeling every thought slip out of your mind as he fucked your pussy, it hurt so bad but so good, you could feel the tears running down your cheeks.

When he lifted his face up from the crook of your neck he finally saw the state you were in. His hips slowed down reluctantly as he starred at your face. You were about to complain but he cut you off. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, don’t stop, Daniel, please.” you kissed him to show that you were fine, making him speed his movements again. He tried carrying the kiss but your mouth started falling open in pleasure, just whining and mumbling in his ear, you needed more, apparently. So Daniel lifted his body up and threw your legs over his shoulders, shoving a pillow under your hips, you cloud feel every single inch of him as he snapped into you.

“Do you ever shut up?” he teased, annoyed with all the options you had to give on his performance. He then took his two middle fingers and pushed them past your lips. The sight of you sucking on the fingers of his tatted hand driving him crazy. Daniel felt possessive and controlling and you weren’t complaining, felt great having someone wreck you completely. His right hand traveled down from your thigh to your clit, circling it ferociously because he could see and feel how close you were. You came with a embarrassingly loud moan just after a few seconds of his fingers on you, squirting on him and yourself. It dripped down your folds wetting his cock and down the back of your thighs that stamped on his as he still snapped inside you.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he admired the view in front of him. His fingers were still in your mouth but not sucking anymore, your hands loose above your head, all your muscles shutting down as you let go of the tension that had been building up inside you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, and his cock out of you before straightening his back “Flip” his hands each side of your hip helping with the transition.

He pushed himself inside you again, the burning sensation less intense now that he had already stretched you on his cock. His thrusts started slow, taking his time to pick up the pace and fixate his eyes on your body. Your head was laid flat on the bed as you arched your back to the maximum, he took notice of your hair splattered out on the covers, of your waist and how small it looked with his hand around it and lastly of your asshole. It was wet from your arousal and release, glistening under the lights and calling for him, he could see it clench around nothing.

Daniel moved his hand from your waist, taking it to his mouth and sucking and spitting on his thumb before folding over you, your back to his chest as he circled the finger around your hole. “Breathe” he whispered in your ear watching you nod before pulling away to watch as his thumb entered you. “Shit” he moaned, felling how tight you were around him, the overwhelming sensation of penetration making your cunt and asshole clench around him in a synchronized motion.

“Daniel, please, just cum, can’t do it anymore, too much.” you groaned against the pillow, feeling overstimulated and used. “Fuck, cum on my ass, Daniel” you whispered, knowing it would drive him insane.

“Fuck” he sighed before he pulled out and ripped the condom off of him, watching your gapping hole clench. The hand that had a finger inside you pulled you closer by the ass, making it rest against his thighs and he pumped his fist around his cock till his cum painted your back with ropes of white. “Shit, shit, shit. Don’t you fucking move” he reached for his pants and pulled out his phone, his thumb immediately making its way back to your hole so he could snap a picture. “That might be the prettiest sight of all, babygirl.”

Daniel pulled out completely, pushing your hip so you fell on your side, your body immediately curling up and shutting down on the mattress. You were a mess, spit covering half of your face, your thighs slippery with arousal and now your back covered in cum.

“Dan?” he hummed “there’s a small towel in my suitcase, right on top. Can you wet it a bit and bring it to me? Please?”

“Yeah, don’t worry i’ll clean you up. Just let me sort myself out first.” he was slightly out of breath too, you could hear it in his voice “Fuck, baby. You okay?” you nodded against the pillow. “Too week to shower right now, yeah? We can shower in the morning.” he said after seeing that your thighs were still quivering.

He got up from the edge of the bed where he was sitting and grabbed the towel from your bag before leaving the room. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and the dampened towel. He dragged it against your thighs, lifting the right one so he could get to your messy middle. Being extremely careful with it he cleaned you up entirely, making sure to leave his cum for last to not spread it all over you.

“Here, got some water.” you sat up against the headboard taking the bottle from his hands. As you drank your water you watched him put his boxers back on and pick up his clothes from the floor, folding them messily and putting them on top of your dresser, his keys and wallet beside them.

“Daniel, just leave it. Turn off the light and come here. ‘M tired.”

He did what you asked and got under the covers, bringing them up to your chest as you laid with your back turned to him. He scooted closer and pulled you in easily with an arm around your waist.

“I’m a cuddler, gonna have to deal with that.” he smiled against your neck, leaving a small kiss before tucking your head right beneath his own so you were comfortably fit in his embrace.

[bellewintersroe]

Fernando Alonso x YoungerReader! Smut

HEAVY use of ‘daddy’, smut 18+, vaginal sex, oral sex (both receiving) fingering, squirting, anal play, choking, spanking, masturbation, everything ok. Reader is younger than Alonso (no age specified) who is friends with her dad, and the two engage in a secret, sexual relationship. Semi-public sex ensues and Nando fucks reader up against the door that people are trying to get in. Readers a massive tease and gets a kick from getting Fernando off in public.

It started when she’d followed Fernando around the corner, fixing his tie and collar for him when he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Fernando didn’t know what to expect, he thought he’d massively overstepped a boundary, but little did he realise that y/n was going to kiss him back with twice as much need. He’d had his eye on the young girl on the past 6 months since the 2023 GP kicked off and he worked around her dad often. She was younger than him, it wasn’t anything inappropriate, but the positions they were both in wasn’t exactly a recipe for success. Fernando didn’t care, neither did y/n. For the first time in years Fernando felt excited, passionate, horny- he hadn’t felt so strongly towards a woman in as long as he could remember. The naughty texts he’d get from her, the images, the videos, he felt like his heart, body and soul was owned by her. He was uncontrollably infatuated with y/n and the younger woman felt the same towards him. She’d sit in the chair, smiling and sighing towards him like something out of a Hollywood film. Fernando felt desired, and when he smirked towards her, she felt the exact same way back.

In one particular, very boring meeting (that she was supposed to be listening to) she placed her index finger up to her lips, grazing over the soft area delicately. As she did, she noticed Fernando with eyes already focused on her. They were locked on her and only her. The way her finger that had been inside her only hours prior grazed over her lips. Fernando would die for them to be inside his own mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. He felt his cock jump from just thinking about it.

She bit down on her finger, offering him a smile before her eyes fell to the front of the room, sucking ever so slightly on the tip of her finger. Fernando adjusted himself, attempting to glimpse to what was occurring in the meeting, but he couldn’t turn away from her for any amount of time.

His head snapped back to see her crossing her legs, squeezing them together, the bare skin being so smooth and tanned. He imagined sinking his teeth into the flesh, spanking and then kissing over her thighs, hearing her squeal in a pained pleasure. His cock jumped again, this time there was so adjusting himself to make the issue less well- prominent. He could feel the way his cock was strangled by his pants, strained and aching against the confinements of his trousers.

Y/n’s eyes fell on the area that Fernando evidently tried to cover up. Offering him a sheepish smile, her heart fluttered as she proudly sat, knowing she could make him hard over barely anything. She writhed her legs together again, positive nobody else in the room would pick up on her subtly acts. She reached out, hand wrapping around her water bottle, grazing her hand down before taking a few sips, her lips gliding over her lips afterwards, picking up any stray drops of water. Fernando’s mind went back to the image of her licking his cum clean off his spilling cock, it dripped down her lips and chin deliciously as he exploded his seed inside her mouth.

Oh no. Fernando thought, feeling an uncomfortable stickiness gather against his pubic bone. He was leaking again thinking about her. For a moment he forgot he was a grown man. Slowly, Y/n slid up from her chair, Fernando and some of the other men’s eyes fell onto her ass as she made her way out of the room quietly, smiling innocently. Fernando gulped, wondering if that was an invitation for him to follow. His head snapped back and forth from her and then back to her father who was busy holding the meeting. He’d be busy for at least another two hours, thought Fernando. Gaining the confidence, the driver kept a hand over his crotch, excusing himself quietly before hurrying down the hall, the brush of his pants against his cock making him wince. He needed to be free, and fast. He pulled out his phone desperate to hear from her, only his eyes popped out of his head seeing the video she’d sent him only a minute prior.

Fernando eyed up the empty hall, turning down his volume to a low setting before playing the video and seeing it was her, sat on a couch of a small meeting room, pants off and fingers rubbing over her clothed clit. Fernando could faintly hear her soft pants, and had to stabilise himself from fainting at the pure bliss of receiving such a video.

Y/n: hurry the door is unlocked I’m in the same one from yesterday

Fernando’s body moved faster than his legs could take him and he was overwhelmingly quick to reach the room. He had to take a breath to compose himself, entering the room with a hitched jaw seeing her sat, legs pressed together under a blanket and a shy look covering her face. Thank God it was Fernando, she thought, and not some other person who accidentally stumbled into the room.

Fernando completely forgot to the lock the door, not that that would matter straight away, but he quite literally was gobsmacked when the blanket fell and she spread her legs, pushing her hand down over the lace of her pants, sighing as she rubbed over her aching pussy.

How Fernando didn’t cum there and then in his pants he’d never know. He looked so good, she thought, her head tilting back and to the side with a soft sigh of his name. His black polo tucked into his black pants, arms bulging out at the bicep, similar to how his cock pressed at the seams of his pants.

With the moan of his name, Fernando fell to his knees, a gentle smile tugging on his lips as he reached out, taking a hold of either outside of her legs, rubbing down the soft skin. “La mejor sorpresa.” (The best surprise) he hushed, pressing a longing yet tender kiss to the sensitive of her flesh. Y/n exhaled gently, continuing to rub gently, hips gyrating up and down ever so slightly. She was captivated with his Spanish words, the glisten in his hazel eyes. Her movements were relaxed with a second kiss to her inner thigh.

“My love.” He hushed in his husky voice, resting his cheek and temple to her legs as he gazed up to her. The moment was gentle, yet overwhelmingly sensual. His eyes trailed down to where she pleasured herself and he unconsciously pressed his crotch harder against the edge of the couch.

Y/n let out a soft hum, a slight plea for him to touch her. He slid his hands forwards, taking her underwear by the waistband and slowly pulling them off, tossing them to one side. “Necesito este coño.” (I need this pussy) he hushed, kissing her pussy lips gently. “Te necesito.” (I need you) Fernando whispered again, spreading her lips a little further and licking a stripe up between her folds. His tongue was hot and wet, flicking over her clit which sent a sigh of relief to leave her lips.

“What’re you saying, Nando?” Her voice broke on an inhale when he wrapped his lips around her pussy, sucking gently, her hips lolling forwards. “How much I need you and this pussy.” The Spaniard rasped against her, lips moving against her skin as she spoke. She was sticky from wetness, Fernando wanted to lick it clean. He imagined how badly she was squirming in her underwear at the meeting, her thongs dripping with her juices.

“Mh, you’re all I can think about.” She airily spoke. In response, Fernando ate her out, gently, but steadily. Her hand came up, swiping her hair out of her face like she was in a movie, Fernand’s eyes glued to her. “Fuck… yes.” She exhaled out in response, fingers stroking through his dark strands of hair. Fernando wanted to feel the tug of her fingers against his scalp, the scratch of his nails down the tattoo on his back.

Fernando flattened his tongue, swiping all over her pussy, letting out a grunt in appreciation as he hooked her thigh over his shoulders, delving deeper. The sound of her moan cracking had him going crazy, he slurped and sighed against her drenched core, spitting and adding a finger to the mix. Her sounds were pure bliss, she gasped and begged for more, fingering at his hair, his shirt which had pulled loose from his pants.

“Fernando… fuck, Nando, Nando, Nando.” She wept out his name like a mantra, still remaining relatively quiet. Fernando didn’t want quiet, he knew this area of the hotel would remain virtually empty, he wanted her screaming, cock hungry for more of him. After one particular sharp pull on his hair, Fernando let out a moan, eyes rolling back and voice vibrating against her aching pussy, he pulled back and bit firmly into the flesh of her thigh.

“Please.” Her hips bucked, and she yanked him by the hair back into her vagina. Fernando felt the ache of his cock now, painful in his pants, he thrusted slightly against the couch, rubbing the his cock up and down against the plush material.

Fernando brought his fingers up, pushing one into her hole with no warning. “Fuck!” She squealed, hand snatching the couch, nails digging into the material as he pushed the digit in and out of her. “Oh my god!” She moaned in a pornographic manner. Fernando smirked, this is exactly what he wanted from the younger woman.

Her hips were jumping so Nando pushed a hand against her hip bone, pinning her into the couch whilst finger fucking her with his other hand. Y/n felt the sensitive fuck of his digits against her g-spot and knew she wouldn’t last long. He sucked and licked like a desperate man against her pussy, hand moving up to pin at her throat as her moans became distorted through the lack of air.

The familiar tightness built and the squelch of her wet pussy was soon replaced with a gushing as she came undone, both with her orgasm and squirting all over Fernando’s hand. He growled, continuing to finger her over the edge as she screamed out, unable to take anymore. Anybody listening in would think there was an exorcism taking place. “Fernando, please!” She begged as he removed his finger, lapping up her spilt juices, hands moving down to unbuckle his belt desperately. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” She choked out, tormented by the over simulation. Fernando quickly freed his cock, wiping the back of his arm against his chin and mouth before moving down to kiss her with an undeniable want. “Let me fuck you.” He grunted, jerking his hand back and fourth over his cock that had been deprived for so long.

“You don’t want to fuck my mouth first?” She giggled, Fernando paused, panting harshly before kissing her firmly again. “Please, please, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“You want that?” Fernando grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Y/n grinned through her excitement, the pain of his fistful around her hair making her pussy throb all over again.

“I want it so bad, Fernando.” He kissed her once, twice again, before pushing her down to her knees where she gagged herself on his erection, stuffing her mouth as full as she could have his large cock. Fernando immediately let out an animalistic groan at her hot mouth around his aching member. Her mouth felt so good, too good, almost as good as her tight little pussy.

She moaned around his length, gazing up through those pretty eyelashes as Fernando stared at the youthful woman. From this angle he could see to her breasts down her top, the swell of them in her bra, pushed together, he wanted to spill his seed all over them. Fernando’s mouth was open, face was red and he began sweating with eyebrows knitted together as Y/n watched him, sucking up and down on him.

Her cheeks hollowed out, she drooled down his cock, taking a handful of his balls, delighted to hear the many moans, pants and grunts that Fernando unleashed. She teased, running her wet tongue all down the base of his cock and over his head, over his balls, going excruciatingly slow, “why don’t you take charge, you know I like it when you are.” She giggled, sucking his tip lightly. Fernando’s voice cracked as his head fell back in pure bliss.

“Are you sure?”

“Please… please daddy.” She hushed out the next words and Fernando felt so filthy- in the best way. “Say it again.” He snatched at her jaw, “daddy.” The pet name caused him to pop a gentle smack over her cheek, one that made her grin before he yanked her chin open and began thrusting into her mouth. “Ah- shit- ah mierda!” He cursed in both English and his native tongue, hips jittering when he felt her take him all the way down her throat. Y/n’s nose was pressed to Alonso’s freshly trimmed pubic bone, she gagged slightly and Fernando pulled off with another loud groan.

“Are you ok?” He held her face, seeing the tears formed in her eyes from choking on his cock. “So good.” She confirmed as he smiled, lifting her up to her wobbly feet.

“You know you are good at that.” The man flirted, beginning to unbutton at her blouse, ripping it off before moving to her bra. “I know.” She teased with a giggle, the two of them sharing another kiss. “Where do you want me? Bent over?” She moved up and around to his ear, standing on her toes to kiss at his neck, jaw and earlobe.

“Yes.” Fernando breathed, tossing her bra to one side before taking a handful of the swell of her perfect breasts. “You can have me however you want.” She whispered, sending shudders down his back, the two of them sharing another heated, open mouthed kiss before she pulled at his shirt, freeing him and exposing his bare, toned abdomen.

Fernando twisted her by the hips, her body completely nude for him as he planted a spank to her ass- not too hard, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Harder.” She moaned in response when his palm caught her ass a little harder. Alonso moved down, licking a swipe all the way from her pussy to her asshole, delving in the area once again. It was irresistible, she was irresistible, and when his cock squelched inside the wetness of her tight little hole, Fernando thought he’d faint.

“Oh, Fernando!” She whined, petite frame pushed over the back of the couch as she arched her back, he continued fucking into her, sending a few slaps over her ass and thighs in the process. “Daddy, please.” She begged, reaching back. Fernando grunted, snatching her hair and pulling her back as he leaned forwards, catching a kiss to her forehead as she panted, breathless from the sex.

Fernando’s hand palmed at the flesh he’d slapped, smoothing the area and relaxing his hold in her head to hold under her chin, his lips pressed to the top of her head tilted back.

“Eres mi buena chica, ¿no? Qué buena chica sucia, rebotando así en mi polla.” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Such a good, dirty girl bouncing on my cock like that).That’s when the Spanish dirty talk happened and Y/n thought she’d pass out from pure ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.” She let out a low whine as Fernando knelt on the couch, resting his arms on the back, besides her body. His face was close to hers now as he bucked into her slowly.

“Yes?” He laughed. “You know what I’m saying?” Fernando grinned, kissing her cheek and pressing a second kiss to her lips as she giggled breathlessly.

“No, but I can guess.” She hummed. “I bet you can.” He panted in response, pulling her up my both her arms and continuing the same brutal pace as earlier. Her cries and whines continued as Nando breathed heavily, grunting through the building pleasure he felt. Her pussy was the tightest he’d felt, so warm and wet, he fit inside perfectly. He was meant for her.

As the two were evidently occupied, they didn’t hear the footsteps gaining towards the door- and no it wasn’t Y/n’s father- thank god. But instead, the handle jiggled, a businessman from the meeting looking for the bathroom. Fernando reacted quick, slamming his hand against the door and locking it. Y/n laughed, turning over her shoulder in surprise. Fernando let out a breath of relief before smiling towards her and gesturing her over. “Fuck, Nando, did you not lock the door?” She brushed her hair out of her face. The man simply shrugged with a sheepish smile and she playfully nudged him.

He reached down, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her back to the cold door in which people were trying to get into. “Fernando! It’s cold!” “Shhh.” He teased, slipping easily back inside her dripping pussy. Her mouth opened and eyes glazed over again, this time, Fernando couldn’t stop staring at her beauty. His lips made his way to hers and their sounds were muffled by the kisses and the hitting of her back against the door. “Fuck!” As their love making continued they became careless, loud again, the door was rattling and Fernando began drilling into the girl who clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into her back.

“Nando!” She wept, her body tensing, coil tightening in her abdomen. “Not my name.” The sweating man grunted as she moaned out again. “Daddy.” She cried out instead which only spurred him further. One arm wrapped around her lower hips, whilst the other pulled down on her shoulder, stuffing his cock as deep inside of her pussy as possible.

“Gonna cum- fuck! I want you to come too.” She gasped, leaving a particularly harsh scratch in his back. Nando growled before pulling her hair to one side, his fist shaking as he chased his orgasm.

“Please, please, please!” She pleaded, fingers rubbing against her clit as she bounced aimlessly with every thrust. “Yes.” Fernando choked out. “Yes, yes, cum for me- I’m gonna- Mierda- I’m cumming.” His jaw tensed as he let out an animalistic groan of pure bliss through his teeth before he was thrown over the edge, her orgasm approaching soon after.

Their sighs of relief mixed with yells and groans of pleasure settled down, and feeling the drip of his cum from her pussy, Fernando let out a small sound, moving her gently and laying her down on the couch. “Mh-” before he could move she held onto his arm, the man chose to settle down besides her, kissing her tenderly and plugging a finger inside the hole he’d just filled with his cum.

“You did good.” He whispered, leaving a longing kiss to her temple, and another on her lips. “Nando.” She innocently whispered, fingers trailing through his hair. He glanced down, inspecting her leaking pussy as he pushed his finger in gently. Y/n whined slightly but Nando soothed her with gentle shushes.

“I bet your dad doesn’t know what kind of a bad girl you are.” He muttered as she giggled, swatting his arm slightly. Fernando rested on his side, admiring her beauty with a hand under his head, elbow prompted onto the couch. He felt bad for whoever had to sit here after.

“My good girl.” He then smiled as they shared another kiss. He brought his finger up, to her lips and she stuck her tongue out, sucking him clean. Fernando could have sworn he was ready for round two immediately, entranced by how sensual and purely beautiful Y/n was.

[embrosegraves]

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader Fernando helps the reader’s daughter to be brave. “Booping noses” and “Hand kisses”

Warnings: Google translated Spanish (i'm trying to learn the language but for now, Google.)

Race day for most people would mean complete chaos, it was no different for the Alonsos. 

Even before you had met Fernando all those years ago, your whole life had been chaos incarnate. From working your ass off, to dating a Formula One driver, and even introducing said driver to your family (which included introducing him to your young daughter, Marta). It was safe to say that you were very familiar with chaos. 

Which is why you were so surprised to find that Marta, at a very grown up 7 years old, was being so calm. This wasn’t her first time at a race, but it was her first time not going berserk at everything around her. Usually she would be running this way and that, trying to get the attention of every driver that passed you both. Some of them tried to talk with her, but they usually struggled as no matter how much English you taught her, Marta always forgot that not everyone spoke Spanish. 

But that wasn’t the case today. Not one bit. You would have been more worried about it if not for the strong grip she had on your hand. Walking over to the Aston Martin hospitality building, you gently guided her to a table near the back. You knew that children often got embarrassed when asked particular questions, so you did your best to find a table that had a bit of privacy. 

“¿Qué pasa Pequeña? Do you feel okay?” You squeezed her hand gently, trying to give her a bit of comfort and encouragement. [What’s wrong Little One?]

“Estoy nerviosa para más tarde.” She whispered. Giving her a good look over, you could see on her face and in her eyes that she was a little anxious. A part of your heart broke because you hadn’t noticed sooner. [I’m nervous for later.]

“¿Se trata de estar en el garaje?” You were almost certain it was. Marta had never watched a race from inside the garage before, usually you would watch from the hospitality. Marta nodded, the charms on her pigtails jingling as they went. [Is this about being in the garage?] 

“We can stay here for a bit if you want, but do you think it might help if we talk to Fernando? He might be able to help you be brave.” It was almost a sure fire way to get her to do anything. As soon as Fernando’s name was mentioned in any conversation, Marta would latch on and engage in whatever was being spoken about for hours. 

“Mamá, ¿crees que Fernando alguna vez se asusta?” It broke your heart to hear her voice tremble. Normally, if you asked a question in English, you would encourage her to answer in English as well, but given the situation, you didn’t try to correct her. [Mummy, do you think Fernando ever gets scared?]

“I know he gets scared sometimes. Even Mamá gets scared. But you know what helps?” she shook her head. “Hugs from your favourite person. Getting a hug can help you feel brave enough to do the things you're scared about.” 

“¿Puedo abrazar a Fernando?” [Can I hug Fernando?]

“Of course you can Mija. Should we go find him?” 

Marta nodded and got up from her chair, still holding your hand tightly. You quickly made the short walk over to the garage, showing your passes to the security standing outside. Once inside, you made your way to Fernando’s side to see him sitting down with a book in his hands. You weren’t expecting him to notice you over all the noise of the garage, but as soon as you started walking towards him, he looked up and right at you both. He started smiling before seeing just how scared Marta looked to be in the garage. 

Fernando didn’t even mark his page before he put the book down. He stood up and gave you a sweet kiss before crouching down to be the same height as Marta, who was now clutching tightly to your leg. 

“What’s the matter, Mija?” Fernando had spoken the question to Marta but he was looking at you. 

“She’s just a bit scared to be watching from the garage today.” 

“Ah.” Fernando gently unlatched Marta’s hands from your leg and held them both in his. Now that she was facing him, he tugged her a little bit closer to him. “Do you know what helps me feel less scared?” 

“Mamá said a hug helps.” You almost couldn’t hear her over the noise from the mechanics. 

“Your Mamá is a very smart woman, Marta.” You couldn’t help a small smile from appearing. “Can I give you a hug?” 

Marta didn’t answer. She just wrapped her arms around Fernando tightly and buried her face into his neck. Fernando wrapped his arms around her just as tight. He made sure he had a firm grip on her before he stood up. He started swaying and whispering to Marta in Spanish. You were forever thankful that you had met Fernando when you did. You had no idea how you would’ve raised Marta by yourself. 

Fernando didn’t let go of Marta until he was told that he needed to start getting ready to be in the car. He gently nudged her and asked if she wanted to help him. Marta was feeling a lot better, if the way she enthusiastically nodded her head indicated anything. Fernando gently put Marta back on the ground and led her over to where his things were. She helped him put his gloves and balaclava on, quickly getting another hug before he put on his helmet. 

“Do you think you can be brave enough to look after your Mamá?” Fernando asked her, his visor still up. Marta had a serious look on her face. 

“I can do it.” Her serious look was gone the moment Fernando booped her nose. Right before Fernando moved to get in the car, Marta reached up and flicked down his visor and then booped the helmet where his nose would be. Fernando gave her a fist bump and then finally got into the car for the race. 

Fernando had ended up finishing in P4, only just missing out on the podium. You were originally going to wait in the garage for him to come back after the race, but Marta had decided that it would be easier to look after you if you were in the hospitality. You had texted Fernando to go there after the debrief so he wouldn’t spend ages trying to find you. Soon enough, Fernando was walking towards you, no longer in his racing suit. Before he could even greet you, Marta had started barrelling towards him. Fernando had crouched down in his spot so that she could hug him easier. 

“I did it! I did it! I was being brave like you and I took care of Mamá, just like you said!”

“You did an amazing job, Mija. I’m so proud of you!” Fernando’s arms were wrapped around her tightly. 

Getting up from your seat, your heart swelled with love at your boyfriend and daughter. Walking over to them, you held your hand out for Fernando to take. 

“You did so well, Mi Amor. You drove brilliantly.” 

Fernando brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. That one kiss telling you everything you needed to know. That he loved you and your daughter. That no matter what happened he would always be there to help you with anything you needed. 

He kissed your hand again before standing up. Settling Marta on his back, he began leading you to the car that would take you all to the hotel to finally rest after the busy day.

So to be completely honest, I had this basically all finished, but then some shit happened (non F1 related) and it may have taken me a while, but i finally got it done

Also, I'm sure you noticed that I took a bit of inspiration from KMag and his daughter. The clip of her helping her dad get ready for a race is just so cute!

I hope you enjoyed!

As usual likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated

[folkloresthings]

NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.

fernando alonso and falling asleep on their partner but it's nando who falls asleep

i love u sm <3 have a great day angel

for the nando podium today 🫶

SLEEPY. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

never in your whole relationship with fernando had there been such an exciting race weekend. the first race back after the summer break and you couldn’t have been happier to accompany fernando to the dutch grand prix. exploring amsterdam, watching every free practice, taking an abundance of photos despite fernando’s protests.

what could you say? you were proud. two weeks spent lounging on a boat in spain, skin sun kissed and days long, you could sense fernando’s itch to get back on the track. you were the most important thing on earth to him, but racing was his element — and he looked so attractive doing it.

“good luck,” you whispered to him just before he got in the car, grasping at the front of his race suit. fernando pressed a doting kiss to your lips, admiring how you looked in the green aston martin jersey.

“see you on the other side,” he whispered back, pecking your nose sweetly before he slipped his helmet on and disappeared onto the track. like always, your blood pressure soared as he rounded each corner on the track; even more so when the rain started to pour on the dutch track.

but he crossed the finish line in P2, his seventh podium that season, and all of the love you had inside for him spilled across the aston martin garage. every engineer and worker in sight hugged you tighter than ever. arm linked in kelly’s, you watched as both boyfriends celebrated their wins. sprayed with champagne, fernando’s eyes found yours down below, and in one look you heard a million words. more clearly, just three.

he must have kissed you fifty times since getting off the podium, not caring what cameras were watching. he was ecstatic, leg bouncing in the car back to the hotel. max had invited everyone out for dinner, as it was his home race, but fernando could barely let you get ready for kissing you.

“nando, we’re going to be late if you don’t let me do my hair,” you giggle against his lips, the weight of his body on top of yours warm and comforting. he groans, slipping his chin into the crook of your neck.

“can we stay here?” he mumbles. “i’m tired. and i can think of better things to do than go out…”

his tone turns suggestive, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. you slap at his teasing, shoving your boyfriend off of you with a roll of your eyes. in the reflection of the hotel mirror, his eyes never leave you. god, he was sickeningly in love with you.

“you look beautiful, mi amor,” he murmurs, muffled from the kiss he presses to your temple. dapper in his shirt and trousers, you happily snap a picture for your pleasure and drag him down to the hotel restaurant.

the dinner goes on for hours, full of food and drink and laughter. it’s around half past midnight when some drivers begin to fizzle out and go home, max and charles still ordering shots from the bar. you’re half listening to one of carlos’ stories when you feel a strange weight on your shoulder. tucked into your right hand side, fernando’s head has dropped to sleep on you, his hand still rested on your thigh.

you glance down, trying not to wake your tired boyfriend, and smile fondly. he was wrecked, after a day full of media commitments and congratulations after congratulations. the sight of him was adorable, lips turned downward and eyes gently creased at their sides. you were glad no one else had noticed, for fernando’s sake if nothing else, and gently roused him with a rub of his arm.

“baby? come on, let’s go to bed,” you whisper, and you swear your heart melts inside of you when his droopy eyes raise to yours. he was just adorable, furrowed brows and fingers squeezing at your skin. he nods silently, pulling himself up from the chair. you make your excuses for you both, kissing all of the boys goodbye, before you follow the sleepy fernando to the elevator.

you take his hand, guiding him the right way, and he finally rests against you when you’re inside of the lift. he smells vaguely of his cologne, faded from the long night, your face pressed to his chest as he sways you both gently in your climb to the twentieth floor.

“bed time?” he mumbles, drowsy, stepping out and heading towards your room. you nod in agreement, suppressing a giggle at his tired state. he lets you undress him when you’re safe behind locked doors, slowly and softly undoing every button on his shirt, leaving behind a trail of kisses on the skin underneath.

by the time your own dress is hung up and your makeup removed, he’s out like a light. taking a moment, you stand at the edge of the bed and admire him. his back muscles rippling every time he shifts on the mattress, hair already tousled. somewhere in your stating he wakes, at least you think, grunting and reaching out for you to join.

gladly, you appease him. under the covers, fernando bundles you up in his strong hold and doesn’t let go until morning. and even then, he’s not letting you go too far.

[777bae]

IS THAT A TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCE?

PAIRING… f1 x driver!reader | WC… 0.6k | Masterlist

You had enjoyed the short break between the Australian and Azerbaijan prix, being able to travel around a bit, but you had noticed some of the most ridiculous rumours appearing as it was obvious the fans had nothing else to do.

You in fact had your own rumour that was quickly shot down. Many started speculating that you were dating Harry Styles as you were both seen in the same city. To say it was random would be an understatement, but you were quick to find humour in it, quickly posting a poorly edited photo of a cutout Harry Styles next to you.

However, your favourite rumour from the break would be that of Fernando and Taylor Swift’s supposed relationship.

The moment you stepped back into the paddock, you could hear Taylor Swift songs blasting from what looked to be Lando’s speaker. This welcoming caused you to laugh as you watched Fernando just walk past it, pretending like he couldn’t hear.

He soon approached you, his stride seeming to falter as he spotted you, already realising how fun you were going to find the next few days. You wiggled your eyebrows at him, a smirk sculpting your features as he shook his head swiftly, trying to get you to stop.

You only continued to walk past him, already plotting the amount of Taylor Swift references you could fit into a conversation.

“So Y/n, how excited are you to be back after the short break?” The interviewer asks as you smile back.

“Very excited to be back, it’s, uh, very enchanting to be here as I quite like this circuit.” You answer, smirking at the camera after you make the reference.

“How well do you think you’ll be able to perform this weekend?” He continues.

“Well, I believe that if we put enough effort into it and give it our all we’ll be able to perform at our best. For the qualifying, I can only hope there will be be a blank space for me to be able to get a personal best and place high up on the grid.” You continue to have a cheeky smile on your face, loving how you’re able to continue with the references.

“Okay, thank you.” The interviewer finishes, you nodding a goodbye before handing him your mic, walking away with a large smile.

You had just finished quali, placing 5th on the grid but still wishing you could have done more. You had noticed a small clash a while back between Alonso and Ocon but still managed to push through.

“ Y/n, are you happy with where you placed today?” An interviewer asks.

“Uhm, well there’s always room for improvement, I believe we could have done better but what’s done is done and now all we need to focus on is how to gain positions on Sunday.” You answer.

“You had only just escaped the incident between Ocon and Alonso as the Alpine’s car had nearly caught onto your car, how do you feel about it?” She questions.

“Well, I’m grateful to have only just missed it as I would have most likely stayed in P7, but in this job you have to be pretty fearless and so I didn’t find it to be much of a concern. In regards to the duo, we’ll just have to hope there’s no bad blood between them.” You throw yet another smirk to the camera before finishing up the interview and walking away.

You finally arrive at a small room, opening the door to see multiple other drivers, including Fernando, sitting down on chairs talking.

Quickly, you walk in, saying hi to the fellow drivers as Alonso sends you a joking glare.

“I saw your interview earlier.” Fernando comments as you smile.

“What can I say? I’m a mastermind at references.” You answer.

“Is that another Taylor Swift reference?” He questions whilst you just shrug your shoulders.

“Maybe.” You only say as Alonso shoots you yet another glare as the others in the room begin to laugh at your teasing, enjoying the embarrassed look on the elder driver's face.

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Hello! Congrats of 1k!!! Can you please write 7(you're in love with him but he gets a gf) with fernando maybe? 🥺🥺 idk then maybe reader moves on or something???? Maybe with a happy ending please 🥺

pairing: fernando alonso x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb, unrequited love

warnings: none

prompt: seven you're in love with [driver] and they get a girlfriend

a/n: TYSM!!! took some liberties and made him getting married instead of jus getting a gf :))

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love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude.

yea, right. love sucks. love is impatient, unkind, jealous, petty and awful. or at least, if you're in love with someone who doesn't love you back it is. and that's exactly the situation you're in.

but he's your friend, you're at his wedding, and those are the words that the officiator is saying.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

over the years you've become a great actress, with the role of girl-who-definitely-isn't-in-love-with-her-friend being what you do best. and here at his wedding, you had to pull out all the stops.

however, when the ceremony is over, the after party is in full swing, and you've said your congratulations to the happy couple, there is nothing much left to distract you from your misery. the misery that is love.

“not a fan of weddings?” a voice snaps you out of your reverie, startling you slightly. “oh, my bad, didn't mean to scare you.” you look up to see a man, not much older than you, attractive.

“not at all,” you flash him a grin, sitting up straighter, suddenly aware of how you look.

“ah,” he pulls out a chair at your table, taking a seat before continuing. “so who is he?” your eyes automatically flick momentarily to where fernando is stood with this new wife, conversing with his in-laws. “oh, the groom.”

“what?” your eyebrows fly upwards, a slight laugh escaping your lips, more in shock than in amusement.

the man shrugs casually in response. “nothing to be ashamed of.”

“how did you know?”

the conversation flows easily, it feels natural, and almost like fate that you met. it's only when you get home that you realise fernando didn't cross your mind once when you were with him.

you smile and then you laugh. maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of moving on. and the next day, when he calls you and asks to see you again, you dance around your room and start to believe that love really is patient, and it might even be kind.

[mrswolffs-blog]

Fernando Alonso x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Today was a day that Fernando was the most pissed. Why you may ask? This morning he woke up to find his wife doubled over in the kitchen by the stove, in pain as she had just went into labor. He was really excited to as he called his boss to have the reserve driver fill in for him as he wanted to stay home with his wife- they planned to do a home birth. Long story short, the so called reserve driver was all the way in Mexico, on vacation while the race was supposed to take place in an hour, in Jeddah as it was the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. How was he gonna break this news to his wife? No idea.

Walking back into the bedroom where his wife was currently recovering from a small contraction, Y/n held her arms out in which Fernando pulled her into a comforting hug while rubbing her back, he sighed. "Mi amor, I'm gonna have to go in for work because the reserve driver is out of reach." he spoke into her hair softly. Y/n knew that something like this would have happened, so she had already weighed her options. Due to how soft and far apart her contractions were, she knew that she'd be able to survive until at least the last few minutes of the race if not the entirety.

"Help me get dressed, please?" Y/n asked her husband who looked at her in confusion. "why do you wanna get dressed? you should be getting in the tub" Fernando asked as his wife slowly got up with his help moving towards the closet. "I'm coming with you." she said and Fernando immediately became even more angry. "No, I won't have you leave the house in this condition. If so be the case, then I just won't go to work today!" he said in frustration at the fact that he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his was who was already dressed and was sliding into her slippers. "I will be able to survive until the end of the race then we'll leave." Y/n explained as she dragged her stubborn husband out of the house and into the car.

The whole drive, Fernando complained that she should allow him to drop her off at his mother's hotel so that she would at least have someone with her incase of any emergencies, yet Y/n countered by saying that there were medical assistance on track so she would be fine in the garage. Upon arrival, Fernando did not allow his wife to walk as he lifted her out of the car, carrying her in his arms through the paddock. Paparazzi got footage of this act and it immediately spread like wildfire as fans were also capturing the moment with their devices.

Fernando made his way to the garage, setting his wife down in a cushioned chair, elevating her legs as his tea principal, Lawrence Stroll, continuously apologised for the unpreparedness. "Just so you know, immediately after the race, I'll be leaving; the fine that will be issue to my name should be paid by you!" Fernando ordered to which the man accepted.

Throughout the whole race, Y/n prayed through contraction, begging God to wait until after her husband's race was finished so that he would be able to witness the birth of their first child. With every contraction and weird feeling in her cervix, tears pooled into her eyes as she tried to find some way to make her baby stay inside of her for a little longer.

The race has finally come to an end and Fernando immediately made his way out of the car, marching with heavy steps towards the garage to retrieve his wife, when a male journalist blocked his path. "Hi Fernando, I must say you drove exceptionally well today on the track, however I would like to ask just one quick question. Earlier, you seemed to be in a hurry from being late to work while carry your wife. May I ask what's wrong?" The journalist asked, obviously not paying attention to the stone cold look that stamped itself to Fernando's face.

Taking a deep breath and refraining from pushing the man in front of him he answered "What's wrong is the fact that I had to come into work while my wife is in labor and now you're blocking my fucking way from getting her back home where my child can be safely delivered in a clean environment!!!" Fernando barked at the man who jumped out of the way, scared for his life as Fernando stomped pass him and into the Aston Martin garage. There he found his wife whimpering in pain and holding onto Lawrence hand for dear life.

Fernando shotted his boss a look before lifting his wife back through the garage to the car as he ran around to the diver's side, speeding off to his house. Quickly getting out and opening the front door, Fernando came back to lift his wife into the house. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm stretching more. It hurts" Y/n cried to her husband as he paced her into the pool in their bedroom, warm water filling it at the same time. "I know querida, you'll pull through it. Can you tell me where you you feel him?" he asked as he applied pressure to her lower back. "I feel him coming down through my canal. He's right at the opening!!" Y/n wailed as she squeezed her partner's hand while bearing down and pushing.

Fernando had been very strong throughout the process of his wife giving birth, yet the moment his son fell into his hands under the water and came up with a healthy cry, the tears started to run like a waterfall. Sobs broke out as he held his very first child to his chest, still in disbelief that he actually made a baby. Y/n's crying had calmed as she leaned into her husband's side, she said. "I guess he just wanted to scare us,he actually waited" as she brushed over his amniotic fluid covered hair. "Well, at least we know that he'll listen whenever we speak." Fernando responded making them laugh. The couple spent the rest of their evening glowing in joy as they dotted on their new addition, with Fernando being grateful for finally having the one thing he wished for.

[feralnando]

Take your punishment

Sexting Mark while he’s on a work trip is all fun and games until he comes home.

Pairings: Mark Webber x Fem!Reader x Fernando Alonso - set in @percervall’s Fuck it Universe

Warnings: it got feral up in here.

Smut, Sexting, oral (m receiving), masturbation, dom!Mark, use of restraints, clothing being ripped off, cuckolding, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, use of ‘Daddy’, P in V, unprotected sex, spanking.

Word count : 1.1k

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“All good?” David Coulthard queries, trying to stifle a laugh. He’d just watched Mark splutter half of his freshly made coffee over himself, the table and his phone - which he quickly slams face down.

“Y-yeah, peachy.. mate..” was the Aussie’s strained reply as he scrambles to wipe up the mess he’d made. He’d only seen the thumbnail of the video Fernando had sent him but that was enough to not only make him wear his coffee, but know that he needed to find some privacy, ASAP.

“Just, uh, need to clean myself up,” Mark mutters, excusing himself to the bathroom in a manner that he hopes wouldn’t inform David of his steadily growing erection.

-

Closing the door behind him, Mark unlocks his phone. Instantly greeted by the image of you on your knees between Fernando’s legs, big doe eyes looking up at the camera as Fernando lazily strokes himself with his free hand.

“Fucking hell,” Mark hisses, using his free hand to unzip his trousers in an attempt to relieve some pressure. Pushing down his boxers, his cock springs free, a bead of precum already forming.

“You gonna show Mark what he’s missing, nena?” He hears Fernando coo from behind the camera, tapping his cock against your lips.

You flash a coy smile, trailing your tongue along the length of the Spaniard's cock before taking it into your mouth completely, the action eliciting a moan from him that makes Mark shudder, now so desperate for release that he’s given up on feeling the shame of having a wank in a bathroom stall of his workplace.

He strokes his cock at the pace you’re servicing Fernando, wishing it was you. The sounds coming from the video alone would be enough to finish him off, but paired with the sight of you - bobbing up and down Fernando’s cock as you maintain eye contact with the camera - it doesn’t take long for him to be biting back a string of curses as he spills over his hand.

‘You’re both getting punished when I’m back home!’ he types once he’s cleaned up and tucked back into his boxers.

-

The punishment, as it turns out, doesn’t feel like much of a punishment to you. Mark having a fistful of your hair as he fucks you into the mattress, would class as a pretty good evening in your books.

Fernando however, is not having a good time, at all.

Within a few minutes of Mark arriving home, Fernando found himself being manhandled to the bedroom.

You find his predicament amusing, until Jenson scoops you up in his arms and you’re following suit.

“Don’t look at me like that doll, I’m just doing as Mark asked,” the Brit shrugs “sounds like you deserve it though,”he adds, playfully nipping at your ear before throwing you over his shoulder.

As soon as you’re deposited into the bedroom, you see that Fernando has already been stripped and unceremoniously dumped onto the wooden chair in the corner.

He starts to protest but the second Mark grabs his jaw and forces eye contact, he quickly rethinks back chatting the older man.

“I was at work!” Mark growls, maintaining his grip on Fernando as he shoots a look over to you, as if reminding you that you’re in trouble too. “You’re lucky David wasn’t sitting closer to me..you want Coulthard to see what’s mine?” You both shake your heads, swallowing thickly. “Didn’t think so,” he huffs, letting go of Fernando’s jaw with a shove and pacing over to the bag he returned home with.

Fernando, quite frankly, can't decide if he’s terrified or more horny than he was to begin with as Mark returns to his side, armed with navy bondage rope.

“You’re gonna stay still and watch me ruin her, got it?” He hisses, pulling Fernando’s wrists behind his back and securing them to the chair.

“M-Mark, is this necessary?” he stammers, tugging against the restraints as Mark moves on to binding his ankles to the chair legs - spreading him wide.

Mark doesn’t dignify this with a response. Instead, once satisfied that he’s fully restricted, he bows his head, licking a long strip up the Spaniard’s cock. A helpless whine escapes him as Mark turns his attention back to you - leaving him painfully hard.

“Get over there and face him,” Mark orders and you’re moving without hesitation, eager to please. You breath hitches as you feel his presence behind you, big hands sliding up and down your body as he toys with the silk of your dress. The tearing sound that follows leaves you dumbfounded as he rips the clothing off of you. “The fuck, Mark!” You gasp as you watch the fabric fall to the floor.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he hums, trailing his fingers across your now bare skin - watching the goosebumps form. You go to protest, but his mouth on your neck stops any coherent thoughts you’re having.

You notice that his voice softens slightly as he asks for your colours. The ragged yet reassuring echo of ‘green’ from both lovers has him picking up the pace as his fingers snake their way lower “she’s so fucking wet, Nando.” He groans.

Fernando whines at the lewd sounds that follow as Mark expertly curls his fingers into you. He’s already rock hard and looking exceptionally pitiful about it. His cock twitching helplessly as he takes in the sight in front of him.

Knowing just how to torture you both, Mark wraps your hair around his fist and tugs, using it to direct your gaze at Fernando.

“Break eye contact with him and I'll edge you till you’re crying, got it?” A shiver runs down your spine and all you can do is moan in reply. That clearly isn't enough for Mark, as you feel his hand strike your ass a second later. “I expect a reply, sweetheart”

“Y-yes, yes Daddy,” the sound that the term rewards you with, is downright sinful.

“That’s my good girl..” he smirks, shoving you down onto the bed as you desperately try to keep your eyes locked on the wide eyed hazel ones staring back at you. You almost falter as he pulls your underwear to the side, teasing you with the tip of his cock.

“You gonna take your punishment like a good little whore?” You would reply to this, but the sensation of him suddenly filling you leaves you devoid of any words and you feel the sharp sting of his hand once more.

“I asked you a question,” Mark all but growls in your ear.

“Yes-.. Yes, Daddy,” you’re quick to correct yourself. You can feel Mark smile against your skin as he murmurs his praise. He presses your back against his front, a hand curling around your throat to make sure you keep your head up and eyes locked on Fernando. Judging by the way the Spaniard is looking at the both of you –eyes glazed over in lust and cock weeping–, you are in for a long night.

Well, here it is! First fic in a long while, so please be kind..

This was the result of the brainrot sessions ™ with @percervall , who helped me out so much with this 🖤 ily Mar!

Feedback on this filth would be greatly appreciated.

[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

Find a place where we belong

->Listen to I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

Guanyu X Reader in a 1980s/21 Jump Street AU.

While investigating and hoping to bust a group of street racing gamblers, Y/N has to pose as Guanyu’s girlfriend in her first undercover assignment with the Jump Street Program.

Part one: Pilot

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Toto’s coffee sat forgotten as he poured over your work history. You sat, watching on as he all but ignored you.

“Well?”

“Unremarkable” he said, thumbing through pages and pages detailing your short career on the force. “Barely met quotas on parking tickets, partners say you’re untrainable, and past supervisors have called you noncommittal at best.”

In saying that, the police chief never looked up at you. He pushed your files to the side before taking off his glasses and taking the first real look at you.

“I’d like to recommend you to Captain Hamilton’s Jump Street Program.”

He kept talking. He explained the story behind Lewis Hamilton’s ragtag team of baby faced cops who couldn’t hack it anywhere else. Truly the team of misfit toys. Getting on the inside where any middle aged patrolman couldn’t reach without scaring everyone away.

Less of a shark among dolphins.

“So a narc?”

You interrupted Toto’s monologue.

“Essentially,” a new voice filtered in from behind you.

Leaned up against the doorframe, donned a pair of aviators and an aged leather jacket, captain Lewis Hamilton. The detective looking type. He pushed himself away from the frame and crossed the room to you, hand out for a firm handshake.

“We’re starting assignments now,” He said as he made a gesture for you to join the small group in another room.

Four sets of eyes tracked you to your seat, one unclaimed in the front. Your field of vision was taken up by a whiteboard with names and more names written on it.

The sets of eyes surrounding you belonged to a group easily mistaken for the teenagers you’d see riding their bikes in a cul de sac. Working their summer jobs at some amusement park.

The youngest looking of them, a shorter guy leaned over the table in front of him to better reach the conversation around him, wore shoulder holsters that held a pair of guns level with his chest.

The group settled down after Hamilton tapped the board a couple of times. Before tossing a marker’s cap at the shorter one leaned over the table. “I will put you outside, Tsunoda”

Pouting and making a heart shape with his hands, Tsunoda sunk into his chair. He, along with the others, settled into listening to Hamilton explaining their newest assignment.

“For the past six months a small group has been gambling on illegal street races throughout Miami,” Hamilton passed folders to each of the group members, “our main suspects are from two groups: West Seminole High School and Miami East Autobody. Guanyu, Y/N, Yuki, We’re sending the three of you to the school. Oscar and Logan get the autobody shop.”

“Oscar and Yuki will be our drivers,” Hamilton read over his folder, “Logan, Guanyu, focus on getting information from your targets” His eyes drifted to you, “Y/N, I want you at Guanyu’s hip.”

There was a simultaneous groan from the other boys, one speaking up, Yuki. “I’ve been here longer”

“You’re also scared of girls.”

Yuki threw that marker cap at Guanyu in response.

Hamilton raised his voice over the commotion, “the four I want you to focus on are Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, and the man over the whole operation: Fernando Alonso”

“Max and Daniel co-own that autobody shop, Max is the best of the best, he has outrun every unit in the city. He drives a 1980 Toyota Celica Supra. It looks stock, it’s not.” Lewis articulated his explanation with his slapping pictures onto the whiteboard beside him, pulled from a file in his hands.

You stared at the picture of what truly was an unassuming looking navy blue Toyota. Max stood next to it speaking to a taller man. Accompanying that was another picture, dark, blurry, two cars next to each other in the middle of a burnout.

“Daniel has a 67 Dodge Challenger, loud and obnoxious. Just like him”

The man from that first picture of Max reappeared. Only a printout from CCTV footage. Daniel outside of that gas station, chatting up a tall blonde while leaning against the aforementioned Dodge Challenger.

“Lando is a student at West Seminole. He has a prior history with reckless driving, driving under the influence, and was detained at fourteen for trying to get into a casino in Las Vegas,” Hamilton continued flipping through his file folders, “He drives a 1979 Porsche 911.”

Lando’s pictures were a collection of school photos. Aside from one taken outside of another gas station. That one wasn’t a CCTV shot, more likely some PI that followed him around.

“Fernando is an English Literature teacher at West Seminole. He drives a 1960 Fastback Mustang,” Hamilton put up a glossy picture of Fernando with his cherry red mustang, taken in the high school parking lot, “We believe he recruits drivers from his classes. Over half of our suspects have gone through him in West Seminole. The other half come from Miami East.”

The meeting continued on without anything else too interesting. More backstory on the group you would be watching. Some honorable mentions without much pull, but still suspects nonetheless. The guys asking questions. Yuki antagonizing Lewis when he can. Logan antagonizing Yuki.

Lewis moved on to explain everyone’s cover. Names, backstory, down to the car you drive. You, Audrey Kellen would be riding around with Guanyu, or David Choi in his 1980 Alfa Romeo Giulia. Yuki, Jude Ioki already had his 1987 Nissan Z. Oscar’s Aaron Meyers’ 1981 Camaro was modified enough to make the ground shake as it drove by, Lewis explained. He would go on to be the main driver. Against Yuki’s protests. Logan, Alex Reeves had his father’s 79 Chevy S10.

The meeting adjourned. Guanyu hung back to walk with you out of the briefing room. He fell in step with you as you passed him.

“Ready to go back to school?” He asked, nudging you in the side.

“Can I be honest?” You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. He leaned towards you as if you were gearing up to let him in on some sort of secret. “Teenagers terrify me, so not really.”

He laughed. Maybe a bit of a generous laugh. You couldn’t help laughing along.

The two of you fought up to the rest of the guys. They chattered on together, barely registering that y’all had joined them. Even when you added to the conversation, they talked along with you as if you’d been there the entire time.

That night you’d go home and pack your school bag. It stayed in the back of your closet. You’d graduated high school in 82, your backpack was even older. One you’d used since the 70s.

Your younger sister had a less vintage Trapper Keeper you planned on stealing from her. Probably with a promise of a months worth of video and radio store allowance, extra time at the arcade, and some of Kate Bush’s latest on a new Walkman to keep her from asking questions.

On your way home you hit a radio store to pick up said Walkman and Kate Bush tracks.

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Ask: The Movies

Ask from @twinklestarslight: Okay I have a good idea, For Robbie x Reader I was thinking where the reader and Robbie got into a huge argument where the reader was taking Gabe to see a movie and Gabe didn’t mention that to his brother so Robbie found out by driving by and he was so mad and it was at nighttime. Slight Angst but fluff at the end.

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f! Reader

Word Count: 500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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"That car chase was terrible!" Gabe laughs as I hold open the door for him, moving into the living area of his house. 

"I don't know who designed it, but it was definitely not a person who knows what they're doing."

"You got that right. It was so bad I-"

I flip the light switch, illuminating the room and about jump out of my skin. 

"Robbie!" I press my hand to my chest as I look at my boyfriend sitting in a chair. "You scared me! What are you doing sitting in the dark?"

"What am I doing? What are you doing?"

I blink. "Uh..walking into the house?"

"Where have you been?"

Gabe moves into the room behind me. "Chill. We went to the movies."

Robbie's eyes narrow as they slide from me to Gabe. "The movies."

"Yeah. Didn't think it would be such a big deal," I say, tossing my purse onto the counter. "What's your problem?"

"My problem is I come home and no one's here. No one answers their phone. Then I go out driving and see your car at the movies like it's no big deal."

"You knew we were going."

Robbie shakes his head. "I didn't. I just know you were gone and I thought something might have happened…"

I spin on Gabe. "You said you told him earlier!"

Gabe smacks his head. "I totally forgot!"

I turn back to Robbie. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think it would be an issue to take him and I thought you knew."

Robbie takes a breath. "It's not. It… you can take him to the movies. I just came home and the house was dark, no one home, no note. I thought maybe…maybe someone had kidnapped you guys."

"Oh Robbie. I'm so sorry!" I walk over and pull him into a hug. 

"I'm sorry too," Gabe says genuinely. 

"Just next time, warn me."

"You got it, baby." I run my nails over his head and he grunts. 

"I will warn you not to see Heist Car 3. It was terrible."

"Sounds terrible… let's go grab some pizza."

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A Racer’s Heart

Chapter 1

F1Driver!Jeno x Reader x F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: IM BACK LOVELIES!!!! Ahhhh so a little update, I am back to uni again, a quarter of my family moved away, I was in a relationship, that ended, and more that’s not coming to mind right now. I don’t know how often I’m gonna be writing, I want to do more but the reality is I don’t have as much time as before. Also I took major steps back from K-pop, I think there was just too much going on in the community that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Anyway, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

This is your first season with NCT, but your 4th season in Formula 1, as a race engineer for the infamous Lee Jeno. Jeno had entered the sport when he was just 18, racing for Alfa Romeo, however now he was with a team that matched his talent. He was in a competitive car this season. As exciting as it was for Jeno, it was exciting for you too.

You had known Jeno since before his days at Alfa Romeo. You had been his race engineer since formula 4, when you were assigned to Jeno for a race, by mistake. Jeno went on to win his first f4 race with you as the person talking him through it. Since then you had been his race engineer for every race he entered in. And you watched Jeno dominate in formula 3, and formula 2 before entering into formula 1. And even in a non competitive care, he continued to outperform expectations.

You were gonna stay by his side, and watch him stand on the top of the podium as champion of the world, talking him through the entire time.

However, your heart might have other plans for you.

-

“That’s P4, Jen, P4.”

“Fuck, that was a good lap,” you could hear Jeno chuckle on the other side.

“Race like that tomorrow, and you’ll be on the podium,”

“We’ll be on the podium,” Jeno corrected you, “I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

You took off the headset, and took a sigh of relief. No matter how many free practices, qualifying sessions or races you talked Jeno through, you never liked it. You don’t remember when you started to feel anxious about seeing Jeno in the car, but you knew you couldn’t sit still until he was out of it.

You took note of where everyone was on the grid, Jeno didn’t care if the information pertained to him or not, he wanted to know it. You met Jeno by the car to be right where he got out.

“P4,” you said with the biggest smile you could manage for Jeno, P4 was well above anyone’s expectations for qualifying. Since this was Jeno’s first season with NCT, he was expected to qualify P7, P8. Although you're not too surprised about P4, Jeno had a habit of making his talents known.

“P4 today, P1 tomorrow,” Jeno said with a smile, as the two of you began to walk to his dressing room.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Leclerc is still on pole. Verstappen is P2, Sainz P3, Na P5, Perez P6, Hamilton P7, Bottas is P8,”

“Bottas?” Jeno questioned cutting you off, “in the Alfa Romeo?”

“The Ferrari is fast, and Alfa Romeo is a Ferrari engine.”

“Who rounds out the top ten?”

“Maggunsen at P9, and Alonso at P10.”

Jeno sat in the chair, leaning back, his head tilted up, looking at you. “You know, I’m so lucky to have you?”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you appreciate me more then?” You asked, not being serious at all, just teasing Jeno.

“I do,” Jeno stood up now, coming close to you, “I am forever grateful to you.”

Seven years, you have known Jeno for seven years now, almost going on eight. Jeno has been with you through getting your GED, all through college, three boyfriends, getting your first place and more. He is your longest standing relationship, that it makes you question just how platonic everything is.

“Go already (y/n), I’ll look at your notes, and we’ll go over it tomorrow.” Jeno said, stepping away, grabbing the tablet with your notes. “I’m serious, go.”

You let out the breath you were holding, “alright,” you gathered your things before exiting, turning back one last time for the night, “call me if you have any questions, I’m serious, you know I’m a night owl.”

“I will,” Jeno smiled back to you.

-

You laid in your hotel room, scrolling through the usual social media, when a very curious caption caught your eye. It was a quote taken from a post qualifying interview from today.

“I think Sunday is more important than Saturday… We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to form any opinions.” Quote from Na Jaemin, about today’s qualifying.

You clicked the link to read the article about that particular interview. To which, Jaemin had subtly stated that Jeno out qualifying him was a complete luck, and that tomorrow would show who is the better driver overall.

Your first thought was to call Jeno and tell him the ridiculous lies that Jaemin was spewing out, but knowing teddy bear Jeno, he would tell you to just let it go. That his racing will speak for him, that what Jaemin said is nothing but words.

So without Jeno having to tell you, you did exactly that, you let it go, for now.

-

Sunday, race day. You were excited to say the least, you met Jeno in the hotel before going down to the paddock.

“You’re starting P4, Sainz is ahead of you,” you remind Jeno, “It’s gonna be difficult getting through Leclerc and Verstappen, so your main competition is going to be Sainz.”

“Are you saying that the best I can do is P3?” Jeno asked with just enough of a glint in his eye for most people to assume he was teasing, but not enough to convince you that he wasn’t serious.

“You can win it today, but it’s more important that you cross the finish line than winning,” you say. Jeno still looks a little in between, not fully convinced, you stop him before walking into the NCT motorhome. “You’re gonna do great, you’re gonna show everyone your worth of your seat, and you’re gonna come home safely,” you take a breath, “and maybe you can win on top of all that?” You smiled.

“Yeah I think I can win on top of all of that,” Jeno smiled once again. He always tended to be an overthinker. Always in his own head about things, allowing other people's opinions to fester inside of him, he never could pull himself out of his own thoughts. You would always do that for him.

-

All the cars lined up after the formation lap, you sat in front of your screen with the other race engineers.

“P4 and P5, the goal is to maintain positions.” Taeyong announced to the entire crew. NCT finished in 4th in the Championship last season, just behind Ferrari, ahead of Mclaren. Taeyong’s goal for this season was 3rd or better. In the practice sessions of this weekend, the car was on par with the Redbull but behind the Ferrari, so 3rd should be achievable. If all was to go well.

“Radio check, 1, 2. Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear,” Jeno responded back clear as day.

‘And its lights out and away we go.’

-

“We’re gonna box this lap, box.” You spoke into the mic, telling Jeno what to do.

“Did you just tell Lee to box?” Mark, another race engineer asked, in a panicky manner.

“Yeah, that was the strategy we all agreed on,” you answered back, worry starting to fill you.

“Na was supposed to be first then Lee,” Mark looked even more panicked than earlier.

“We’re double stacking?” You questioned as you turned your attention out to the pit lane, where the crew waits with two sets of medium tyres.

You watched, holding your breath as Jeno pulled into the slot, his tyres removed, a new set screwed on, and he was released just as Jaemin came up to the garage. You let out your breath, as the double stacking worked.

“2.2,” shouted one of the crew, to let everyone know Jeno’s pit stop was 2.2 seconds, “2.3” and Jaemin’s was 2.3 seconds. You and Mark high fives over a successful double stacking.

Just before Taeyong shouted out, “what the fuck was that?” You and Mark turned back to look at Taeyong, both of your guys face going pale. “That wasn’t the strategy.”

“Yeah but it worked.” Mark smiled.

“If you keep fucking up, you minus well work at Ferrari.”

“Come on boss, it’s only Bahrain, cut us a little slack,” you smiled sweetly at Taeyong. You had heard more than once, from more than one person that Taeyong was a bit uptight during the race, and that he’s much more reasonable after a race.

-

“That’s the checked flag, Jen, P3! P3!” You shouted into the mic for Jeno to hear.

“LETS GO,” Jeno shouted out loud into the radio, “fuck that felt good, I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the podium for you,” you spoke into the mic once again. Your heart twisting just a bit knowing that your words were heavy with feelings. Funny thing, Jeno is actually the reason your last relationship didn’t work out. Although you refused to tell Jeno that. Your previous partner thought that you and Jeno were too close, that you guys were always more than just friends.

When Jeno asked why your partner ended it, you just said that it was because of conflicting schedules. It would crush Jeno to know that it was him, no matter how many times you would try to convince him that it was for the best. He would just believe that he was standing in the way of your chance to be happy.

-

You looked up at the podium watching Jeno spray the champagne, you could feel the light droplets of the liquid, tap down on your face. Jeno shook hands with Charles and Carlos, before taking a picture together. You felt this sudden heat radiating next to you, you turned to see Jaemin standing next to you. He must’ve just arrived after his weigh in. He looked very handsome, handsomely angry standing next to you, watching his competition standing on the podium. And vaguely, just a hint of emotion behind the anger was admiration.

You turned back to watch Jeno enjoy the podium, before saying “have you formed any opinions, Na?” You side eyed Jaemin. You watched him huff, before turning to walk back to the garage.

-

“1, 2, 3, say cheese,”

You smiled brightly turning to look at Jeno, when the flash went off, he remained staring straight. Trophy in one hand, the other one wrapped around you.

“Okay, good.” The photographer announced.

Jeno looked back at you, finally, his eyes curved like little moons. “What a good race,” Jeno’s smile never leaves his face. Jaemin came around to the two of you.

“Congratulations, Lee,” Jaemin stuck out his hand for Jeno to shake, “good race.”

“Thanks Jaemin,” Jeno took Jaemin’s hand in a firm grasp. The two come together for a hug, before both parting their own ways. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, because at the end of the day, whatever rivalry that goes on between Jeno and Jaemin. It stays on the track, the minute they step out of the car, they are colleagues, co-workers. It was like that for all the drivers, rivals on the track, friends off the track.

As soon as you made it back to the hotel, you started packing up all your belongings. You flew out to Saudi first thing in the morning, and you had meetings all day Monday.

-

The time in between races went by faster than you wished. Before you knew it, it was Friday again and Jeno was getting ready for free practice 1.

“Based on last week, the car should have the straight line speed, in the turns that’s all you,” you said to Jeno as he got strapped in his seat, before you went back to the pit wall.

“I got it,” Jeno smiled, as he put on his gloves.

“Safe release yeah?” You said to one of Jeno’s mechanics. You watched as Jeno drove out, down the pit lane, onto the race track. He started off with an outlap, just getting the car right. Just before he got to the line, “remember talk to me Jen,” you reminded. Jeno did have a habit of getting too much into the groove, and forgetting to relay conditions.

“Yes ma’am,” you heard Jeno chuckle. He started his lap, absolutely flying through the circuit.

-

“He’s too wide into turn 4,” Doyoung, one of the race strategists, said as the both of you watched Jeno on the monitor.

“Keep it tight into turn 4 Jen,” you spoke over the radio, trying to remind Jeno gently.

“I’m trying, but I’m loosing the rear too much,” Jeno was clearly frustrated.

“We should end the session early for him,” you said to Doyoung, not wanting to risk further damage to the car.

“He needs to run more laps, we don’t have enough data for the race yet,” Doyoung said, as he reviewed the screens, “have him pit for a break, but send him back out before free practice ends.”

“Yes,” you obliged, “Jen, box box.”

-

“The car has too much oversteer,” Jeno said, clearly frustrated about free practice. He couldn’t find his pace in the car, not nearly as much as he wanted to. “I like a little more oversteer too, but that was just insane.”

You sat in the debriefing room with all the race engineers and strategist, as well as Jeno, Jaemin and Taeyong. “I have to agree with Jeno on this,” Jaemin said as he leaned back into his chair. You looked at him for a good moment, thinking that he was actually very handsome, but only when he wasn’t talking. “The oversteer is insane, the steering wheel is pointless,” Jaemin said, and just like that he wasn’t handsome to you anymore.

“We can adjust that, but it’s gonna take time to find the right balance, for the both of you,” Johnny, the chief technical engineer, who designed the car, said, “it won’t be done by the next race.”

“It could also be the track, I wouldn’t do any drastic changes yet,” Jeno spoke, trying to considerate of everyone else, “last weekend the car felt good, we were on pace with the Mercedes.”

“Jaemin?” Taeyong asked, looking at his other driver now.

“No, I agree, if there’s still an oversteer problem by free practice 3 than maybe we need to make an adjustment, but right now is too early,” Jaemin looked around the table, making his opinion heard, “we’re just being honest with what we feel in the car.” Jaemin gestured to himself and Jeno.

“Good,” Taeyong said, “y/n, mark, you have the code list, go over it with your drivers, this is gonna be the list until Spain. Other than that, you guys are dismissed.”

Everyone began to gather their things, and leave, “oh Jaemin,” Taeyong spoke up before you and Jeno had left the room, “go see Ten, he wants to go over some PR stuff with you.”

You could hear Jaemin scoff, but you just smirked to yourself. That’s what he gets for making comments about your driver.

-

“P6 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line for qualifying.

“Not bad team, let’s get them tomorrow,” Jeno said as he made his way into the pit lane. You met Jeno in the garage, after getting the car settled in it’s spot. After Jeno got out of the car, “where did Jaemin qualifie?”

“Jaemin was knocked out in Q2, he’s P12 for tomorrow.”

“Who’s ahead of me?”

“Ocon, ahead of him Verstappen,”

“Behind me?”

“Russell and then Alonso” you said.

“Ocon shouldn’t be a problem, but Max is something else,” Jeno said, thinking about the overtakes for tomorrow. “Russell and Alonso behind me isn’t great either though.”

“It’s gonna be a difficult one for sure, but you’ll get it done.”

-

“That’s P8 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line at the end of the race.

“I’m sorry team, could’ve done better,” Jeno said, clearly upset about those last few laps.

“Jeno, this is Taeyong, that was a good race,” Taeyong spoke quickly, “you did good Jeno, proud of you man.”

“Thanks team, we’ll bring it next time.” You could hear Jeno chuckle just a little this time. “Y/n, where did Na finish?”

“P12, just outside the points,” you answered. “I’ll see you in garage Jen.”

After Jeno finished his weigh in and he finally met you in the garage, did you properly congratulate him for a truly spectacular race. “I finished lower than what I started,” Jeno sighed.

“You did good, and you raced hard, that’s what’s important.” You answered, “not to mention you also came home safely and you finished within the points.”

“I guess,” Jeno said in between sips of water, clearly exhausted from the race. At this time you could see Jaemin walking towards the both of you.

Jaemin came up on Jeno’s side, sticking out his hand, “good race Lee,” Jaemin said with a firm shake and a pat on the back.

“You too Na,” Jeno answered kindly. You couldn’t help but scoff just a bit. Jaemin side-eyed you a bit before walking away without another word. “Play nicely y/n,” Jeno said, giving you a look, after Jaemin had walked a bit away.

“I always do,” you smirked, before turning on your heels to make it back towards the hospitality room.

“Yeah right,” Jeno said loud enough for you to hear, before following after you.

-

In the media pen, Jaemin was making his rounds for the post-race interviews.

“Jaemin, thoughts after the race?” One lady asked.

“Um it was a difficult one,” Jaemin answered, wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of his arm. You just happened to be in the area, Jeno was also making his rounds, and you were waiting for him. “I obviously didn’t qualify in the best place, and we lost places early on in the race, so it definitely wasn’t one of my better performances.”

You were close enough to hear Jaemin, as well as the following question, “this is the second race in a row that your teammate has outperformed you, do you think there’s gonna be some added pressure now? Maybe a little more determination to do better?”

You couldn’t, for the life of you, understand why reporters would ask those type of questions. Questions that attempt to provoke a reaction. Questions that fueled fake rivalries. You knew the drivers hated being asked those types of questions. However, nonetheless you stayed close enough to hear Jaemin’s answer.

Jaemin chuckled before responding, “I mean of course there’s added pressure when you’re not performing at the same level that you were the previous season, but that’s not Jeno’s fault. And of course there’s determination to do better, but that’s regardless of how Jeno is doing, because I know I’m not doing as good as I did last season.”

You were thoroughly surprised at Jaemin’s answer. You didn’t expect Jaemin to give a very clean answer, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’ve hinted at his poor performance being Jeno’s fault, but truly he didn’t.

“I see, thank you for your time Jaemin,” the reporter smiled.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiled at the reporter, and for half a second you blushed at his smile. He looked very handsome, post-race, race suit tied around his waist, hair slightly out of place, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead, pearly whites flashing with a bad boy smile.

“Are you drooling at my driver?” Mark, Jaemin’s race engineer, asked catching you in a moment of weakness.

“There’s many drivers in that media pen, I could be drooling at any number of them,” you scoffed at Mark’s accusations.

-

Just as you were packing up your stuff for the night, getting ready to head back to the hotel, you could hear someone talking. You peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Jaemin, he was on the phone.

“I know…I know…” Jaemin sounded frustrated with whomever he was talking to. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it’s not your fault if the person is talking loud enough for you to hear. “It’s only the second race of the season,” Jaemin sighed.

You peaked around the corner again, to see Jaemin running his hand through his hair. You took notice of his grip on the phone against his ear, get tighter. “I didn’t call to be scolded by you Dad, I called to check in on mom,” Jaemin said finally, his tone sent chills down your spine.

That was your que to leave, you turned to go in the other direction, you slipped on a pair of earbuds pretending not to be able to hear anything. Thankfully just in time, Jaemin ended up pacing, and walking around the corner in your direction. By the time Jaemin saw you, you had your poker face ready, and your music playing. Jaemin took notice of the earbuds you were wearing, already drawing the conclusion that you didn’t hear him. He walked back to where he came from, while you walked in the opposite direction.

You officially called it a night after that, heading straight for the hotel. You figured you would just completely forget you heard anything.

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Past Mistakes Part 9: Complicated - Mike Duarte x Reader

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Part One: Try  

Part Two: Hope (NSFW)

Part Three: California

Part Four: Favours

Part Five: Choices

Part Six: Truth Hurts

Part Seven: Sharing

“You’re going after him.”

Mike almost couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth as he sat in Benson’s apartment, surrounded by the paraphernalia of her family life. No one had the balls to take on McGrath, but then again when he looked at Benson, she didn’t need them. He knew if they played this wrong this was career suicide for all of them, he was prepared to put everything on the line for you. However these two, Benson and Murphy, they didn’t know you. They didn’t know that you liked to sleep curled up in his arms because it made you feel safe, didn’t know that the left side of your mouth quirked up when you were trying to hide a smile, they didn’t know anything about you but here they were still going to bat for you because truly they believed it was the right thing to do.

“We are.” Benson confirmed before clasping her hands together. “But it’s complicated, everything she told you about the assault…”

“There’s no evidence.” Mike said, filling in the blanks. “Back then I should have realised, I saw the dress and…” He sucked in a deep breath trying to steady the tremble in his voice. It weighted on him that he had missed the signs, it left a bitterness on his tongue. “… it’s long gone in a landfill somewhere.”

“I’ve got Muncy trying to chase down the security footage from that night.” Benson told him.

Mike sagged back in the chair, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

“But three years is a long shot.”

He was a pragmatist at heart. What were the chances of someone keeping something like that? McGrath had probably taken care of it the morning after, brushed it under the rug like he did everything else.

“Do you think she’s strong enough for this?” Murphy asked him, leaning forward. “We’re gonna have a hell of a fight on our hands and when this comes out, it drags out everything. Your relationship will be in the spot light, the defence will claim it’s a pattern of behaviour, she’s ambitious, trying to climb the ladder…”

The look Mike gave the other man was murderous. To his credit Murphy didn’t flinch, he maintained eye contact before Mike spoke.

“We were going to get married in the fall after she passed her Sergeant’s exam.” Mike told Murphy, his heart splitting in two as he remembered the ring you used to wear on a chain around your neck. “It’s not a pattern of behaviour, we fell in love.” His voice was rough as he stared down at his hand, at the space where he had once imagined his own wedding ring would reside. He sighed. “I don’t know if she’s strong enough to do this. Everything he has done has been to break her and I don’t know how much more she can take.”

“Do you have somewhere safe for her to go once we extract her?” Benson asked him. “Somewhere she feels safe? Somewhere McGrath won’t be able to find her?”

Mike thought back to his original plan tonight. The two of you driving off into the sunset and all the way to L.A.

“Yea.” He said, thinking back to the plans he’d made with Chris Alonso. “We have friends who are willing to help.”

“With the evidence that she has collected, we have enough to take down the First Nationals including Ryan Rousseau but what SVU is interested in is the breeding farm, getting out those trafficked girls. That’s what Rousseau’s big tour around the states has been about, we thought they were recruiting but he’s been rolling out the model for his breeding farm, inviting leaders from other branches to see it in action so he can franchise it. They pay him, he provides the girls.” Benson informed Mike, her mouth twisting in distaste.

“I have an alias.” Murphy revealed. “It’s from my time on the West Coast. I’ve set up a meeting with Rousseau, I’ve told him I’m only in town tomorrow night. He’s looking for a partner to expand into Utah and Nevada and he thinks I have the connections. From what I gather the main players will all be there from the other charters. It’s his big chance to show everyone his enterprise.”

Enterprise…

The term made Mike feel sick. Turning out girls like that, knocking them up so that could develop their own master race, making a profit from the fucking misery of it. It made Mike want to burn the whole fucking place to the ground.

“Once Declan is in and we have confirmation of the girls, we’ll be launching a joint raid with Hate Crimes on the breeding farm. We’ll be scooping every single one of them up including your girl. Here’s where it gets sticky. As soon as news of this raid hits, McGrath is going to know what’s happening and we need to move her as quickly and as quietly as possible.”

“McGrath has ties to WITSEC, so I’ve taken the liberty of transferring her over to Hate Crimes for the time being.” Murphy told Mike. “We have the budget and the space, if she wants to stay after all this my Chief is happy to make it permanent. She thinks with her knowledge of organisations like this, she’d be a good asset. Once we get her out, my Chief is going to push through the paperwork for medical leave due to her time undercover.”

“Can we trust her?” Mike asked him.

Murphy fixed him with an even gaze.

“My Chief would sooner set herself on fire than do anything to help McGrath.” Murphy told the other man. “There’s a lot of bad blood between the two of them, there always has been.”

“He’s going to be gunning for you.” Benson said quietly to Mike. “Every phone call you make, every time you step out of your apartment, he’s going to have eyes on you. Everything will have to  through Velasco, there can’t be any contact between the two of you.”

He’d seen it coming. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that he’d get the happy ending he wanted but hearing the words out loud still felt like a gut punch. His chest felt tight with anguish, because you were slipping through his fingers all over again. It was the right thing to do, he knew that, but it hurt like hell.

“It’s for the best.” Benson said in low tone, her hand coming to rest on his arm.

His eyes stung as he swallowed hard past the well of emotion that ached in his throat.

“Yea.” He said, his voice raw as he stared down at his ring finger once more. “I know.”

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Babybump

WARNING: Fluff, a hint of angst, cute

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 1.4K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

"Hey, I love you writing and I was wondering if you can do a Pedro imagine where the reader is pregnant and like they didn’t announce it or anything and no one knew about it till they were seen in public. You can change it up if you want! Xx✨"

Okay, I am a slut, not even gonna try and hide it. As this was a request, I wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not, so that's why it is in two parts. Part one is pure fluff and no smut. Part two however is a smutty scene for those of you who wants to read about how they conceived the baby.

Enjoy! 💛

Part 2

Masterlist

You are nervous. It is obvious by the way you cling to Pedro in the backseat on your way to the gala. Your fingers intertwined into his big hand as you fiddle with the hem of his suit jacket.

He is nervous too, not because people will probably speculate, but he worries about you. The news is big, but neither of you like it when the media tries to poke into your private life before you are both ready to reveal it. It will come out eventually, but you want it to be from you and not rumours and pictures roaming about.

Your family and closest friends know. You chose to break the news three weeks ago. You remember the tears in your mother’s eyes and the warmest hug from Pedro’s father. But what truly stuck with you, was the moment you confirmed it to Pedro.

You knew for about five days without telling anyone. Pedro was away filming but had managed to squeeze in a night with you on a rainy Saturday. You had planned to go out for dinner, but in the last minute, chose to have a pizza and movie night. Cleaning the dishes from the pizza and preparing some snacks in the kitchen, you decide it was time.

You turned to him, biting your lower lip and he knew there was something immediately. At first, worry painted his face and he had walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead softly and asking what was wrong.

Tears were prickling in your eyes and as you looked up at him, more worry grew and you couldn’t help but feel happiness fill your chest, knowing this man was the father to your child.

A smile stretched across your face as tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you told him.

He was frozen, scanning your face and he went through all kinds of emotions before his eyes crinkled up into a bright beam. He pulled you in, holding you tight to him while murmuring all kinds of sweet words. Kneeling, he snuck his hand under your t-shirt and spread his hand across your belly, warmth filling you up. “Our baby.” He had whispered before looking up at you with tear-filled eyes.

You had made sweet and passionate love that night, his focus on purely satisfying you over and over and over again.

Pedro catches your chin and tilts it up to meet your eyes. He notices the worry in your eyes and gives you a gentle smile. Carefully sliding his hand further up, he graces your cheek with his thumb before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look perfect.” He smiles.

You smile back at him, feeling a lump of worry surge in your belly. You know you could leave whenever you want to, Pedro had even offered to not go at all. A part of you wants everyone to know, but another wants to keep it a secret for as long as you can.

The car stops and your heart skips a beat as our stomach feels with dread. Your fingers grasp onto his hand, you almost missed the worried look on his face, his eyes scanning your features.

“We don’t have to, my love.” He whispers, gently stroking the back of your hand.

You shake your head. “I know, but I can’t avoid it forever.” You gulp, staring into his eyes. They crinkle at the gentle smile. He leans forward gently peck your lips, leaving a lingering touch on you.

As you give him a nod, he opens the door and gracefully climbs out before holding out his hand to assist you out. You place your hand in his and plant your feet on the ground before he pulls you gently out.

As soon as you were both outside, flashes and yells from the paparazzi filled your ears. Trusting Pedro to lead the way, he guides you onto the carpet and pulls you close to him, his hand resting on your side as you both face the paparazzi. From all the comments, none of them mention the tiny bump on your belly.

You sigh out in relief and feel more confident in your posture, straightening your back.

Pedro immediately notices and glances down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. His fingers twitch into your flesh before his thumb strokes up and down, bringing you more comfort.

~~~~~

You lay peacefully in Pedro’s arms, the morning sun peeking in between the curtains and a stripe of warmth licks your leg as it rests over Pedro’s hip. You listen to each other’s slow and steady breathing.

He had apologised for waking you up when he pulled you to him that morning, but you didn’t mind at all. It is where you belong, close to him. He left a few soft kisses on your forehead while you lay there resting, enjoying the calm morning. But the calm is interrupted as both of your phones won’t stop buzzing.

Pedro sighs, knowing exactly what all the texts are about. He had peeked at his phone before pulling you in, several messages commenting on today’s news. He had hoped it wouldn’t turn into something, but here you both lay, you – wondering what it all is about, him – wanting to shield you from the storm.

“Pedro?” You breathe, your eyes looking up at him from behind your eyelashes. “What is going on?” You have a feeling this is about last night’s appearance, but you wait for him to confirm it.

He looks down at you, a calm smile painting his lips. “Nothing we have to care about for now, my love.” He presses his lips to your forehead and nuzzles you closer to him.

You sigh out and drift off in his protective arms, knowing whatever is going on right now, didn’t need your attention.

~~~~~

He looks handsome, his calmness and confidence match great with his casual outfit. His hair slightly tussled from dragging his fingers through it again and again. You like his natural curls mixed with his grey peppered beard.

His eyes are resting on the woman sitting in front of him, but every time he glances at you, it fills you with butterflies. It’s not too obvious he is looking at you, as you’re standing a few strides behind the woman, listening to the ongoing interview of his newest movie.

“So, for some other big news, which I hope you can confirm for us, Pedro. A month ago, the internet went crazy over some new photos and headlines of you and your fiancé. Speculations of a potential new family member surged through several social medias. Could you perhaps talk a bit about that? Is it true?”

You knew the question would be asked, Pedro’s agent had agreed upon it before the interview took place. Pedro had asked you several times, if you wanted to go out with the news. You were a bit hesitant at first, but then again, might as well get it over with.

He gives the woman a smile before his eyes immediately seeks out yours, nothing but love is filled within his gaze. “It is with great pride and joy I can confirm my beautiful fiancé is carrying our future child. She is doing an amazing job and I can’t wait to become a father and see her be the mother of our baby.”

Your heart beats faster, tears brimming in your eyes as he speaks warmly of your future family. You know he is looking forward to it, but to see him like this, confirming the news and not leaving your sight, makes you warm from head to toe. You want to rush over to him, hold him close to you, but knowing interrupting the interview is not a good idea.

You wait patiently until the woman thanks Pedro for the interview. He immediately gets up from his chair and walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head several times and you wrap your arms around him.

“I will forever mean it, my love. I can’t wait to see you be the mother of our child, to carry them, to feed them, to help them grow up. I know you’ll be the best at it and every obstacle we face, we will face them together.”

You pull him tighter to you, a tear escaping the corner of your eye. “I love you.” You mumble into his chest.

He buries his nose in your hair. “I love you too.” He whispers.

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can you please do comforting fernando after a tough race 🤍

HEARTSTRINGS. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

“fuck!”

your head snaps up towards the shout, eyes having only left the screen for a moment when it happens. there’s a lot of technical babble, none of which you understand, expect one line.

“… retire the car.”

a heartstring tugs at your chest, guiltily hoping it’s lance’s car that pulls into the pit lane. but it’s a white number fourteen that flashes on the screen, and then on the entrance to the garage. gripping the chair under you, you wait in anticipation for the storm about to come.

it had been building for days. poor communication from the team, a bad start in qualifying, and now an engine failure. fernando’s patience with alpine was running thin and you feared the string was about to snap.

“‘nando…” you mutter as he climbs from the car, tugging off his helmet to reveal the sour scowl underneath. engineers pull him away, giving a short brief before he’s ushered to his post—race interview, the other cars still whizzing loudly outside.

all you can do is wait. until his commitments are complete, there’s nothing you can do to comfort his sorrow and pain. at most, you wander back to his drivers room and make some tea for you both — it usually calms him down pretty well.

your leg is bouncing against the chair when the door flies open and shuts again, fernando hurrying inside. you watch him silently, hands ripping off his suit until it falls at his waist, tight fireproofs laid underneath.

“i made tea,” you tell him, tentatively, rising from your seat. he glances towards the two mugs, yours already a few gulps emptier. visibly, he sighs. shoulders slump and give in, reaching across to pull your body to his.

“it’s okay. it’s only one race.” it isn’t, you know that, but it feels like the right thing to say.

“how the fuck did they not notice during the pit?” fernando grumbles against your shoulder. you feel his tension rising again, so you squeeze him a little tighter.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, head turning in the embrace to softly kiss his cheek. he turns to meet you, gentle eyes turned so sad when they meet your own. it tugs at you, making you want to give alpine a piece of your own mind — if only it wouldn’t make things worse.

“i really wanted it,” he admits, eyes glistening. you’re the only one to ever see this side. beyond the stoic, big bad wolf. you get to see the hurt and the pain this career causes him, and god you wish you didn’t because it makes you sick to your stomach.

“i know,” you coo, pulling him back in. his face nestled in your neck, your hand cradling the crown of his head. you sway slightly, feeling his emotions subside with each passing moment. “want some tea, now?”

fernando nods against your soft sweater, but it still takes another minute for him to pull back. when he does, he takes both his mug and you back to the small couch with him. balancing the tea in one hand, he tugs you close to his side with the other. it stays there, glued to your leg, rubbing small circles on the skin below your skirt.

“thank you,” he murmurs after a few minutes of quiet. you look over at him and spot the love in his eyes that you’d grown accustomed to noticing. smiling, you lean into him more.

“it’s just some tea,” you muse.

“no,” he shakes his head, managing a small breath of a laugh. “i mean, for everything. for being there for me, no matter what.”

a heat rises in you that you never want to go away. love, adoration, everything good filling every crevice in your body and you’re sure you’d never find something as pure as what you had with fernando had you lived a thousand years.

“i love you, ‘nando. i’m always going to be there.” you grasp at his wrist, the one resting on your leg. nudging forward, you softly kiss his tea—stained lips. he chases after them, even as you smile fondly at him.

“i love you so very much, corazón,” fernando mumbles, accent thick amongst his emotions. “can we go back to the hotel? let’s just order room service and watch those awful movies you like.”

your eyes roll with affection. “please, you like them too.”

his lips pull into a smirk, standing to his feet and taking you with him. he sets both mugs down, taking a few minutes to change into his own clothes. you fold his suit neatly for him, setting it aside as he pulls on his shorts and top. just before you can reach for the door, he grips your waist softly and pulls you flush to his chest.

his lips fall softly on your own, sucking carefully at the swell of your bottom lip. by instinct, his tongue licks into your mouth, dancing lovely past your own. there’s a passion there, but nothing heated or desperate. just wanting to be close.

“thank you, again,” fernando repeats, brushing your hair back from your forehead. you smile, nuzzling against his touch for a slight second, heart squeezing in your chest.

“i’m proud of you, no matter what.”