I know this is going to mean very little to the majority of y'all, but I closed 4 deals in the last 24 hours putting me well over the Q1 number I needed to get a nice bonus and prompting my boss to say some lovely things to me/to our team about me.
B, Deacon, and I are going to celebrate with a sushi + reading picnic in the park tomorrow. I'm feeling very valued (and tired! lol), but we leave for our honeymoon in 2 weeks and I have promised B that my work laptop will stay at home and after the Q1 I've had, I'm not even feeling that guilty about taking some time off.
(on Sunday I'll try to get the next chapter in my Steddie fic finished! If you've been waiting for that, thanks for your patience.)
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Q1, Fernando Alonso
Word Count: 759
Fernando sighed as he watched the rise and fall of the duvet. Your soft little moans was music to his ears as his eyes trailed to the wall, looking towards the light peaking out from behind the curtains.
He’d have to get up soon.
It may have been Christmas break, but training waited for no man.
Christmas time or not.
It was with another sigh that his eyes moved back to you. You shifted closer against his side and moaned.
It hadn’t been more than a half hour ago that the room was filling with the beautiful, angelic sounds of your moans, and his own husky grunts.
“Corazon,” he groaned, watching you shudder beneath him. Your core clenched around his length as your eyes stayed entranced on his features. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging in to the firm flesh of his ass, pushing his hips further against your own. You let out a pornographic moan as his hips circled and his rhythm continued to build. One arm lingered at your hip, holding you in place, while the other slid up your body, cupping your breasts, before moving up your arm and pulling your hands from his hair. He laced your fingers with his and moved your hand over your head, stretching your body taut, “perfeccion!”
“Fernando!”
He watched as your eyes fluttered shut. A smile lighting up his features.
“No me voy a retirar, princesa!” (I’m not pulling out, princess) he growled, his pace stuttering ever so slightly, “me estoy acabando en ti! Estoy poniendo un bebe en ti!” (I am cumming in you. I am putting a baby in you!)
“Por favor, Fernando!” you moaned, quickly hitting your high, “FERNANDO! Please!”
“You like that?” he growled, taunting you lightly as he circled his hips, “you like thoughts of me putting a baby in you? Stretching that tight little cono…making that little puta drool for me…”
Your core fluttered around his cock, an instinctive reaction to his words. His mouth fell open ever so slightly as he growled.
You were loving the dirty talk.
He could feel your pussy trying to milk him as he continued, “you want me to make you a mami?”
“Please!” you whimpered, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train as the hand that had been on your hip moved up to your breasts and he tweaked one of your nipples, “FERNANDO!”
“Going to put a bebe in you!” he growled, thinking of how you would swell with his child over the course of the next racing season, “Going to do it right now! Going to see you become a nice little mami to our baby!”
You were gone.
Your core was actively milking his cock for everything it was worth as your eyes rolled back into your skull.
He fucked you silly.
He smiled as he came, and with a guttural grunt, he spilled his seed into your needy channel, filling it. Your cunt convulsed around him, practically sensing his seed making it’s way into you even more as he continued to fuck himself into you.
“No way you aren’t pregnant before New Years!” he groaned against your throat, his hips giving a few last-second thrusts as his breathing became hot and heavy in your ears, “princesa.”
“Fernando.”
He was torn from his thoughts as he looked at your sweet doe-eyes. He gave a light hum as he stared at you, “Hmm?”
Your hand trailed over his and you gave him a soft smile, “wanna take another shot before you have to get up for training?”
“You’re not too tired?” he teased.
“Oh…I’m trying to make you a papi before new years…” you teased back, “that means no breaks for either of us…and anyways…if we do this, you can stay in bed longer…this still counts as cardio…”
Fernando chuckled at you, “just because you’re my girlfriend and trainer doesn’t mean you get to make that ultimatum…what if I don’t fuck you silly like earlier, hmmm?”
“Then I guess you didn’t push yourself hard enough and we’ll have to do cardio after all!” you smirked yet again.
Fernando grinned, accepting the challenge as he gently rolled you onto your back, his hands already peeling the sticky, cum soaked panties from your mound, “oh mami…you’re really gonna wish you didn’t say that by the time I’m done with you…gonna have a belly full of me, and legs that feel like cooked spaghetti…”
“C’mere then, papi!” you teased, pulling your boyfriend on top of you for round two, “come breed me right!”
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