Hi hiii i had a request if possible. i keep seeing those vids of kimi and bono and i now cant get the idea of kimi x bono’s daughter reader out of my head 🫣 like maybe they’ve been seeing each other but no one knows yet, then fans/drivers/bono find out and its a bit dramatic but nothing like bad right
You’re Dating Who?
Kimi Antonelli x Bonosdaughter!reader
Synopsis: Kimi Antonelli is secretly dating Bono’s daughter—until one joking comment in the paddock blows their cover. Fans spiral, drivers tease, Bono threatens mild emotional violence, and Kimi nearly faints… but it all ends with approval, relief, and Kimi finally holding her hand in public.
Moonlight Radio: I love those vids too, they’re so wholesome!
You and Kimi had been doing this quiet, careful dance for a little over two months — soft launches, secret dinners, his hand brushing yours in the motorhome hallway when no one was looking. It wasn’t that you were hiding him out of shame. It was just… complicated.
Because you were Bono’s daughter.
And Bono adored Kimi. And Kimi adored Bono. And you adored both of them. And the idea of messing up that triangle made your stomach twist.
So you and Kimi agreed: keep it quiet for now. Just until you were both sure. Just until it felt right.
Except Kimi was terrible at pretending he didn’t want to be near you.
And you were terrible at pretending you didn’t melt every time he looked at you.
---
The paddock incident
It started on a Saturday morning, the kind where the paddock was buzzing and the sun was too bright and you were just trying to get to hospitality without being spotted.
You’d been walking with George — who’d found you wandering alone and immediately went into protective big brother mode because he’d known you since you were twelve and still thought of you as a child.
“Your dad’s looking for you,” George said, sipping his coffee. “Something about tyre data.”
“Of course he is,” you muttered.
A group of fans spotted you both and waved. George smiled, because he was George, and you smiled too, because you were your father’s daughter and had inherited the “be polite to everyone” gene.
“Can we get a photo?” one of them asked.
George nodded. You stepped in beside him.
Then came the question.
“So how are you feeling about the race today? Excited to be here?”
You were chronically online. You knew the meme. You knew the joke. You knew exactly what you were doing.
“Oh, I’m thrilled,” you said sweetly. “Especially because I get to spend the morning with my mother‑in‑law.”
You gestured to George.
The fans screamed.
George blinked. “I’m sorry — your what?”
You just smiled innocently. “Mother‑in‑law.”
George stared at you like you’d just told him you were secretly a lizard. “I— I don’t— what?”
The fans were already tweeting. Already stitching. Already theorising.
And somewhere across the paddock, Kimi Antonelli’s ears were burning.
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Kimi finds out
You found him in the Mercedes garage, helmet off, suit half unzipped, hair messy in that way that made your brain short‑circuit.
He looked up the second you walked in.
“Hi,” he said, soft and warm in that way he only ever used with you.
“Hi,” you echoed.
Then he held up his phone.
On the screen: a clip of you calling George your mother‑in‑law.
You winced. “Okay, in my defence—”
“Mother‑in‑law?” Kimi repeated, voice cracking like he was going through puberty again.
You stepped closer, lowering your voice. “It was a joke. The fans love that whole ‘George and Max are your parents’ thing.”
Kimi dragged a hand down his face. “My engineer is going to see this.”
You froze.
Right.
Your father.
---
Bono finds out
You didn’t even get a chance to run.
Bono appeared behind you like some sort of summoned demon, headset around his neck, expression unreadable.
“Sweetheart,” he said calmly. Too calmly. “Why is the internet calling George your mother‑in‑law?”
You opened your mouth.
Nothing came out.
Kimi, bless him, stepped forward like a knight accepting his fate.
“Sir, I can explain.”
Bono turned to him. “Oh, good. Because I would love an explanation.”
Kimi swallowed. “We’ve been… seeing each other.”
Silence.
Actual, terrifying silence.
Then Bono exhaled through his nose. “Seeing each other.”
“Yes,” Kimi said, voice small.
“For how long?”
“Two months.”
Bono blinked. “Two months.”
You stepped in. “Dad—”
He held up a hand. “No, no, I’m processing. Give me a moment.”
Kimi looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
Finally, Bono sighed. “Okay. Alright. Fine. I’m not thrilled you didn’t tell me, but I’m not angry.”
You relaxed.
Then he pointed at Kimi. “But if you ever compromise a race because you’re trying to impress my daughter, I will personally make your life hell.”
Kimi nodded so fast his curls bounced. “Yes, sir.”
“And if you break her heart,” Bono added, “I will make Max Verstappen look gentle.”
“Dad!” you hissed.
Kimi squeaked. Actually squeaked.
Bono clapped him on the shoulder. “Good talk. See you in the garage.”
He walked away.
You turned to Kimi.
“I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “No, no, that went better than I expected.”
“You thought he’d kill you?”
“I thought he’d fire me.”
---
The Max situation
You thought the chaos was over.
It wasn’t.
Because later, you found Max in the paddock and asked for a photo — mostly to tease Kimi, partly because Max had known you since you were a kid and always treated you like a little sister.
You posted it to your story.
with my father‑in‑law 🩵
Kimi replied in thirty seconds.
KIMI:
why would you do this to me
YOU:
content
KIMI:
my engineer is going to have a stroke
YOU:
my dad already did
KIMI:
please come to the garage i need emotional support
---
The drivers react
George cornered you first.
“Mother‑in‑law?” he repeated, still traumatised.
Lando was laughing so hard he had to lean on a wall.
Oscar asked if he needed to buy a wedding gift.
Charles said he always knew Kimi had good taste.
Lewis just smiled knowingly and said, “About time.”
---
Kimi, finally, breathes
You found him sitting on a stack of tyres, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
You sat beside him.
He peeked at you through his fingers. “Everyone knows.”
“Yeah.”
“My engineer knows.”
“Yeah.”
“My team knows.”
“Mm‑hmm.”
“My parents probably know.”
“Almost definitely.”
He groaned. “This is a nightmare.”
You nudged his shoulder. “Hey. Look at me.”
He did.
And you smiled — soft, real, the kind of smile that made him melt.
“It’s okay,” you said. “We don’t have to hide anymore.”
Kimi’s expression softened instantly. “I didn’t want to hide you. I just didn’t want to make things weird with your dad.”
“You didn’t,” you said. “He likes you. He just likes threatening you more.”
Kimi huffed a laugh.
Then he reached for your hand — openly, finally — and laced his fingers with yours.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.
You nodded.
He kissed you, gentle and warm and relieved.
And somewhere behind you, Bono shouted:
“NOT BEFORE QUALIFYING!”
You pulled away, laughing into Kimi’s shoulder.
Kimi groaned. “I’m never living this down.”
“Nope,” you said. “But at least now everyone knows you’re stuck with me.”
