Hey love! I see you’ve been bombarded with Fernando requests, so if you’d rather not do this one I really don’t mind 🖤
But if possible, could I request Fernando with quote 15?
Thank youuu
nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!
this one's a bit of a crack fic at the end because i'm exhausted and it's 1:14 am and i have covid so i went a bit off the rails WHEEEEEEEEE
the mid-season summer break means free time, which often means travel. travel often means a lot of time alone, away from other people. time alone often means a lot of sex.
so here you find yourself, straddling fernando's thighs, his cock deep inside of you, and your lips attached to his. sure, your thighs burn from riding him and your hips bear bruises from his fingertips, but you wouldn't have it any other way. it seems that he can tell your legs are giving up, though, because he flips you over and you yelp in surprise before laughing. "a warning next time?"
"maybe." what you don't get a warning for, however, is the ruthless pace he begins, fucking into you without an ounce of mercy. you clap a hand over your mouth, worried about the neighboring hotel rooms filing yet another noise complaint, but fernando won't be having any of that. his hand reaches up, fingers encircling your wrist, and you provide little resistance when he tugs your hand away. "open that pretty mouth for me. i want to hear every beautiful noise you make, amor." his words only spur you on, and your hands instead grasp at his strong shoulders, searching for somewhere to ground yourself from the heavenly feeling you're getting from fernando's cock hitting every spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
you're too drunk on him to notice his hand slipping down to where you're joined, but when his fingers work deft circles over your clit, you're done for. you can't warn him before you're cumming hard, your back arching off of the bed and cunt tightening around him, which in turn makes fernando cum, too, warm ropes of white painting your insides.
when you come back to your body, you first register fernando's voice murmuring something in your ear. when you hum quietly, letting you know you've regained consciousness, he smiles against the skin of your neck, resuming what he was saying.
"you're so good to me, baby. te amo."
"te amo también, fernando. te amo más que al mundo." (i love you, too, fernando. i love you more than the world.)
Could you do 8. Fernando Alonso with wife reader actions #10 but she was the one who were hurt? Thanks!! :))
i do kinda have to do this one with nando being hurt bc it was from a crash but here's some wifed up fernando alonso hurt/comfort :) it's based off of the 2016 australia crash btw
your heart hasn't stopped pounding since you saw the crash. he was going for an overtake past gutierrez and mistimed it, snatching off his front wheel and sending him hurtling through the air. the short amount of time it takes him to get out of the car is too much, even with the confirmation from the radio that he's okay. the wedding and engagement rings around your finger suddenly seem to weigh ten kilograms each, and your fingers lace together as you attempt to watch the screen above you through the tears in your eyes. "not like this, no, por favor, diós, not like this." finally, he climbs out of the car, bracing his hands on his knees as gutierrez jogs over to him through the gravel. he's okay. he'll be okay. he might need some time, but he'll be okay.
when he returns to the garage following his checkup in the medical center, you try your hardest not to barrel into him at full force. "don't ever do that to me again," you say, your voice quivering as you almost bury yourself into his body, your arms tight around him and his own holding you close, yet another reminder that he's okay.
"i'll do my best, amor. i promise." he presses a gentle kiss to your hair, and a few tears squeeze their way out of your eyes, but he's quick to wipe them away.
by the time you return to your hotel room, you've picked up some pain relief cream and melatonin in hopes that it'll help the soreness in his neck, shoulders, and upper back at least a little bit. the melatonin is more for yourself, because god only knows that you can't sleep well when he's in pain. you all but order fernando into the bed, changing the ice pack on his shoulders for another one the doctors had sent you back with. having to see the bruising already begin, blue and violet splotches littering his lower neck and upper back, makes your stomach twist, but you take a breath to steady yourself and remind yourself that he's still here. he's okay.
"i love you," he says, tilting his head up as best as he can without wincing in pain. "i love you so, so much."
"i love you, too, fernando." you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips, fearful of causing him any more pain than what he was already experiencing.
"i knew i married the right one." his comment makes you smile, his left hand coming up to gently hold your arm, and the smooth metal form his own wedding band is warm against your skin, a unique and gentle texture as opposed to the worn and calloused fingertips.
over the course of the next few days, you help him recover, changing the ice pads out for icyhot cream and gentle massages after two days and doing your best to keep the blood moving through the area. in fact, you're so diligent in your duties that, when the two of you show up almost a month later for the chinese grand prix, almost every single physio on the grid is completely shocked at how much he's healed, given how serious his crash was.
what you don't see is fernando beaming with pride. that's his girl. that's you.
