type :: smut!!!
tw/cw :: cuck alert (ln04), dacryphilia (cl16),
contains :: carlos, charles, oscar, lando, ollie, paul, pepe, isack,
summary :: accidental ways you end up exciting the drivers. from seemingly innocent things to stuff you had no clue was sexual . ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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Carlos Sainz | 55
being above him
Carlos is fairly tall, not a giant but still enough to be taller than 80% of his fans
But he just loves having to look up at you
When he's sitting down and you're standing between his legs,
Playing with his hair as you yap to him
He's not hearing a damn word
Just looking up to you like a god gets his pants tighter
Or when you're cuddling in bed and he's resting his head in your lap
You're sat up reading a book or scrolling on your phone
He loves just feeling like he's insignificant to you
Seeing his beautiful partner, glowing with the light behind your head
It makes him want to service you
Thank god his head is already on your lap, all he has to do is sneakily sneak your shorts off and begin to mess with you
Which he does instantly, already prepared to make you feel good
Charles Leclerc | 16
crying aka dacryphilia
Seeing you cry is something he doesn't want to see often
But when he does see it, it just strikes something in him
Maybe his protective side? The urge to make you feel better?
He just loves seeing you be so raw, unguarded, and open to him
Because Charles is a very emotionally stable person, he rarely even cries to anyone
So seeing you grant him that permission to see you so vulerable... he just wants to make you feel better
But he can never say it, he's just not sure how to
So he just does his best to overstimulate you in bed
That way your eyes can water up, maybe earn a cry or two from you
Which is always his end goal
To have you feeling so good that you're squirming
Isack Hadjar | 06
cocky attitude
Being competitive is one of Isacks strong suits
So seeing you be equally as competitive is something that just drives him further
It just makes him excited to see you be so cocky
Hearing you praise yourself, he loves seeing your confidence
And hearing you degrade him? Yeah, he's into that too
If you win, he's going to reward you
Any position you want, he'll give it to you
You won fain and square anyways
If you lose? Oh he's even more turned on
Seeing your ego being crushed or having to make up an excuse as to why you lost
It just makes him want you even more
To shut you up and make you babble more nonsense
He's also really into bragging about his wins
Just to rile you up and get you to tell him how he "cheated" or that you "weren't ready"
And you fell right for his trap
Lando Norris | 04
wearing someone elses merch
Oscar is his teammate and rival, everyone knows that
So seeing you casually walk around the house in Oscars jersey is just insane to him
"Really?" Lando asks as he walks up to you. You simply twirl in the merch you bought
"I gotta support Osc too!" You say with a smile
And instantly he's putting his lips all over you
Just something inside him likes the idea of seeing so obedient under him while following someone else
And it feels so dirty to him
As if he's taking away someone's fan
Makes him fuck you rougher, for longer, and meaner
So you take note and wear other jerseys
Doesn't who, what team, or even the sport
Just loves seeing you in someone elses name
Ollie Bearman | 87
modest clothing
Seeing you be so cute, clean, and modest
It just makes him want to tear it apart
Loves the idea of being so freaky while hiding it
Because look at him? He's some lanky, awkward, British man
No one would ever suspect that he's fingering you till you squirt all over him
Or he's fucked you on every surface in your cute apartment
When you cover your chest, your legs, it just reminds him what he misses seeing
Loves when you wear baggy clothes the most,
He always tugs it back, making your figure become highlighted in it
It's like a surprise, expect he knows exactly what's coming
Oscar Piastri | 81
being alone in a car
Something primal just,,, comes out when Oscar is in a car with you
It truly doesn't matter the scenery, the outfit, the time
Just the idea of being locked in a car with you instantly makes him want to slide his hand up your thigh
Which he always does without fail
"Osc." You always say as a warning to him
But he never cares, and he knows you always want it too
He'll fuck you anywhere in the car
Sitting on his lap in the driver seat, letting you ride him
Using his fingers while you try to squirm away, but he just uses his other free hand to pull your thighs apart
Or moving to the back so he can fuck you missionary
Or maybe doggy, letting you look out the window like a true dog
All the possibilities just drive him insane
Loves that you can't run away from him
You're his, trapped in his cage
Paul Aron | 17
being uninterested in him
Everyone loves Paul, or can at least admit he's attractive
Even his biggest haters can't say he's ugly
Cause that's just a straight lie
He's spoiled in attention, basking in his limelight
So when you rob him of it, ignoring him
He's so intrigued and turned on by the sight of you looking away
If you're cooking and not hearing a word he says?
Instantly, he turns off the stove and begins to lift you onto the counter
If you're working on an important essay with noise cancelling headphones?
He slides your chair out of the desk and will get on his knees to please you
It works in your favor by knowing exactly how to get him going
He loves it even more when you try to ignore him while he's pounding you
Seeing you try to read your book with your mouth open, instantly he's quickening his pace to break you
Or avoiding his eyes and looking off to the side, he'll grab your face and make you look at him, giving him all the attention he deserves
Pepe Marti | 21
paying for you
It's such a minimal thing to you, yet for him it changes everything
You don't even know this is a secret turn on for him
He always pays for your nails, a sweet action that you loved
He would even help design your newest set and pick out the colors, shapes, 3D details
When you come home and show him, he just feels so proud
He doesn't care that your nails cost $200, he just loves providing for you
Or when you get your hair retouched and styled for a date, costing almost $800 just for a simple blowout
He could give less of a shit about the cost
Having you look so good, knowing he paid for it, knowing he's providing for his partner is all he needs
It's like a piece of you is permanently altered by him, claiming you
Loves when you tell others that he helped pick your clothes, buy your makeup, or paid for your expensive Dyson hair tools
Just wants to make you a comfortable princess
And it's the details that drive him crazy
Like when you're giving him a handjob with the nails he designed and paid for
Or when you're riding him and your freshly style hair bounces so nicely alongside your chest
Or when your makeup is smudged against the sheets from him pounding into you
It's so fun making you dolled up, to claim you, provide for you, and ruin you
hi could i request a ka12 where he and reader are long distance because she’s still in uni and they finally are able to see each other for the first time in ages and he refuses to let her go and it’s super fluffy?
In His Arms
Summary: Kimi and you are in a long distance relationship because you're still in uni but when you two finally are able to see each other for the first time in ages, Kimi refuses to let you go.
Song: Desert Rose · Lolo Zouaï
Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶
Word count: 2.4k
MASTERLIST - F1
The steady hum of the plane’s engines vibrated through the cabin, a low, comforting drone beneath the frantic beat of your own heart.
For what felt like an eternity, Kimi had been a face on a screen, a voice echoing through tinny phone speakers, a whirlwind of race weekends and press conferences.
His life, a blur of speed and high-stakes decisions, felt a million miles away from your own, grounded in the quiet intensity of university lectures and the late-night glow of a laptop screen.
It had been eight long months.
Eight months since you’d last felt the solid warmth of his hand in yours, eight months since you’d inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint metallic tang of a race suit, eight months since you’d woken up tangled in his limbs.
Long distance, they called it. It felt more like an emotional endurance race, each passing week a lap, testing your resolve, your patience, your unshakeable belief that what you had was worth every single mile, every single missed moment.
Your phone, clutched in your hand, displayed your last text exchange. Kimi: “Almost there, amore. My eyes are already glued to the arrival board.” And you, a jumble of nerves and excitement: “Counting down the seconds, Kim. Can’t believe it’s finally happening.”
His schedule was notoriously brutal. The F1 season was relentless, a global circus that allowed precious little time for anything beyond the track, the training, the media obligations.
But this was his off-season. A rare, blessed window of reprieve, and he’d insisted you come to him, to his apartment in Monaco, a place you’d only ever seen in pictures and video calls.
You juggled your demanding final-year university schedule, pulled all-nighters to get ahead on assignments, all for this. For him.
The plane touched down with a gentle bump, and a ripple of anticipation went through you.
The next hour was a blur of disembarking, navigating the airport, the anxious wait for your luggage, and finally, the walk through the sliding doors into the arrivals hall.
Your palms were sweating. You chewed on your lip. What if he wasn’t there? What if you walked past him? What if it felt… different?
Then your eyes landed on him.
He was leaning against a pillar, a dark baseball cap pulled low, a pair of sunglasses obscuring his eyes, but there was no mistaking the lean, athletic build, the way he carried himself with an innate confidence even in a casual hoodie and jeans.
He looked… real. More real than he had in months. A gasp caught in your throat, a silent, joyous explosion in your chest.
As if he felt your gaze, Kimi pushed off the pillar, slowly, deliberately, and pulled off his sunglasses. His eyes, those intense, intelligent eyes you knew so well, met yours across the bustling hall.
A slow, breathtaking smile spread across his face, not the practiced, PR-friendly smile he offered to cameras, but something softer, more genuine, laced with an undeniable tenderness that was reserved only for you.
He started walking towards you, a purposeful stride that seemed to devour the distance between you. Your legs, suddenly shaky, took a tentative step forward, then another.
The world seemed to fade into a blur of background noise. All you could see was him, all you could hear was the frantic thumping of your own heart.
When he was finally close enough, close enough to touch, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him, you saw the raw relief in his eyes, mirroring your own.
His hand reached out, not to shake yours, but to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
It was the same voice that talked strategy with engineers, the same voice that spoke calmly to the press, but now it was laced with a vulnerability that melted your resolve.
“I’m here,” you whispered back, a tear escaping the corner of your eye.
And then he was pulling you into him, a fierce, desperate embrace that stole your breath. His arms wrapped around you, not gently, but with a powerful possessiveness that surprised you.
One arm went around your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame, the other tangled in your hair, holding your head against his shoulder.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, as if trying to commit your scent to memory.
You clutched at the back of his hoodie, your fingers digging into the soft fabric, anchoring yourself to him. It was a reunion, yes, but it was more than that.
It was the coming home you hadn’t realized you’d been so profoundly missing.
The world outside the circle of his arms ceased to exist. All the anxieties, all the loneliness, all the endless hours of longing simply evaporated in the overwhelming reality of his presence.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just held you, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a rhythm that was strangely calming, profoundly intimate.
“I missed you so much,” he finally murmured against your skin, his voice muffled, thick with emotion. “More than I could say.”
You felt a tremor run through him, and you held him tighter, your own tears now flowing freely. “I missed you too, Kimi. So, so much.”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his thumb still tracing patterns on your cheek. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were softened, glistening.
He leaned in, and his lips found yours, soft at first, then deepening with an urgency that spoke of months of pent-up longing.
It was a kiss that tasted of distance and relief, of promises kept and futures yet to unfold. A silent conversation that needed no words.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn’t let go. His arms remained steadfastly around you, his chin resting on the top of your head, pulling you back into the warmth of his embrace.
He just stood there, swaying slightly, seemingly content to block out the entire world and just hold you.
“Okay, my love, let’s get you out of here,” he eventually mumbled, but even as he spoke, he didn’t loosen his grip.
Instead, he simply adjusted you, managing to grab your small carry-on bag with one hand while keeping you firmly tucked against his side with the other.
Walking through the airport, Kimi refused to release you. His arm remained clamped around your waist, pulling you so close that your hips brushed with every step, your shoulders constantly touching.
You had to practically shuffle to keep up with his longer strides, but you didn’t mind. You leaned into his warmth, reveling in the constant physical contact.
He seemed to take perverse pleasure in it, occasionally squeezing your side or pressing a soft kiss into your hair.
When you reached his car, a sleek, anonymous black SUV (he preferred discretion when not on track), he opened the passenger door for you, but only after pausing to give you another lingering hug, as if he worried you might vanish into thin air.
You slid into the seat, and he leaned in, brushing a lock of hair from your face before closing the door with a soft thud.
The drive to his apartment was surprisingly quiet, punctuated only by his soft hum of a song you knew he liked, and his hand finding yours on the center console.
His fingers interlaced with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in a continuous, comforting rhythm. It was a silent testament to his need for connection, for proof that you were truly there.
Once inside his apartment, a spacious, modern place overlooking the glittering Mediterranean, he led you straight to the sofa.
He didn’t offer you a drink, or ask if you were hungry, or suggest you unpack. He just sat down, pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you again.
“Just… five more minutes,” he murmured into your hair, his voice sounding utterly content.
You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.
You nestled deeper into his embrace, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The flight had drained you, but being in his arms felt like the ultimate recharge.
Five minutes turned into thirty. He stroked your hair, kissed your forehead, murmured sweet, nonsensical things against your scalp. He traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, his gaze lingering on your face as if trying to memorize every detail.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable. “Just… having you here. In my space. Being able to touch you.” He gestured vaguely around the room. “This place feels so empty when you’re not here.”
You smiled, your heart aching with a tenderness so profound it hurt. “It feels like home now,” you confessed, leaning up to kiss his chin.
Later, when you finally suggested you should probably unpack, he agreed with a reluctant sigh, but even then, he followed you to the bedroom.
As you opened your suitcase, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you, a small, endearing smile playing on his lips.
When you turned to put a t-shirt into the wardrobe, he was suddenly behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“What if I just… keep you here?” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “Don’t let you go back?”
You laughed softly, leaning back into him. “And what about my degree, Mr. Antonelli? My future career?”
“I’ll buy you a private jet for your lectures,” he countered immediately, making you laugh harder. “Or better yet, I’ll be your private tutor. I’m pretty good at numbers, you know.”
He was teasing, of course, but there was an underlying current of genuine desire in his voice, a hint of the longing that had defined your months apart.
You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “I love you, you silly F1 driver.”
“I love you more, my smart university student,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He paused, then hugged you tighter. “No, really. I do. This is… exactly where I want to be. Exactly what I needed.”
Over the next few days, Kimi remained your shadow. He was an international sports star, but at home, with you, he transformed into the most affectionate, clingy version of himself.
If you were reading on the sofa, he’d subtly manoeuvre himself until your head was resting on his chest, or your legs were draped over his.
If you went to the kitchen for a glass of water, he’d follow, leaning against the counter, just watching you, a soft smile on his face.
Even when he was on his phone, catching up on team emails or planning his off-season training, he’d keep you tethered to him, his free hand finding yours, or his foot nudging yours under the table.
He loved to just sit with you, in comfortable silence, his arm wrapped firmly around you, his fingers idly playing with a strand of your hair.
One evening, as you were cooking dinner together, Kimi kept distracting you by kissing the back of your neck. You finally turned, flour dusting your hands, a mock-irritated expression on your face.
“Kimi, I’m trying to make pasta here!” you exclaimed, but your smile betrayed you.
He simply pulled you into a hug, heedless of the flour. “I know,” he mumbled into your hair. “But you’re here. And I can touch you. And I don’t want to stop.”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes serious. “You know how hard it is, right? Being away? I see so many places, meet so many people, but none of it means anything without you beside me. My wins feel… incomplete. My life feels… muted.”
Your heart swelled. “It’s been hard for me too, Kim. So hard. But seeing you like this… it makes every single minute of it worth it. Every single flight, every late-night study session.”
He gripped your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. “Good. Because I plan on making up for every single minute.”
He punctuated his words with a kiss, then another, then another, until the pasta was forgotten and you were both laughing, flour-dusted and breathless, in the middle of his kitchen.
The days melted into a hazy, beautiful blend of togetherness. You went on walks along the coast, his hand never leaving yours.
You spent lazy mornings in bed, tangled in sheets and each other, talking about everything and nothing. You watched movies, Kimi pulling you so close you practically merged into one person on the sofa.
He didn’t want a single inch of space between you, and you, utterly starved for his touch, happily reciprocated.
His usual F1 intensity seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a quiet joy. He was softer, more relaxed, his focus entirely on you. It was a side of him the world rarely saw, a precious gift he laid at your feet.
You knew, deep down, that this blissful bubble would eventually burst.
University beckoned, and soon enough, the F1 season would begin its relentless march. The thought was a dull ache in the back of your mind, a shadow on the edges of your happiness.
The night before your flight, you were lying in bed, snuggled into Kimi’s side. He had his arm thrown protectively over you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm.
The silence of his apartment was broken only by the gentle rhythm of his breathing.
“I hate that you have to leave,” he said, his voice low, a raw edge to it.
You turned to face him, propping yourself on your elbow. “I know, Kim. Me too. But it’s not forever. And before you know it, I’ll be done with uni, and then… then we can figure something out, right?”
He nodded slowly, pulling you closer. “Right.” He kissed your forehead. “Just… promise me you’ll come back as soon as you can. For every break, every chance you get.”
“Of course, I will,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
He let out a soft, contented sigh, his grip on you tightening. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you knew it was true. This was a love that spanned continents and careers, a bond that wouldn’t break.
And as long as Kimi Antonelli was there, refusing to let you go, you knew you’d always find your way back home.
Even if home was just the space between his arms. . . .
Could you do an smau with Kimi Antonelli where he starts dating Verstappen!reader, and people joke about him dating her for Max because he's always fanboying about Max, thank you!
my brother, or me? -k.antonelli
summary: Kimi joins the grid with your brother, and you two stop posting each other on socials, cheating rumours spark, and your new album coming out doesn't help.
pairing: kimi antonelli x fem! singer! reader (i used tate mcrae as a face and album claim because she's so fucking good)
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youruser
liked by kimiantonelli, mercedesf1team, georgerussell and 4,764,382 others
youruser this is my boyfriend with a) my brother, b) his team boss (😐), and c) his best mate. the other two pictures of him are how he looks at me. the last picture is a representation of how i'm feeling. is it just a necklace?
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olliebearman it's just a necklace for me 🤷
kimiantonelli 🫠🫠🫠
mercedesf1team this is so… insane! 😹
-> youruser I CAN GET WORSE!
maxverstappen y/n, what the fuck is this?
-> kimiantonelli NOTHING, she's insane
-> youruser calling me crazy now? ⁉️
-> maxverstappen he's not wrong to...
-> youruser both of you owe me an apology!
mercedesf1team we love kimi- toto
-> youruser I LOVE KIMI. HE'S MINE!
-> mercedesf1team we can share- toto
-> youruser stan twitter will kill you.
-> mercedesf1team he's all yours?- toto
-> youruser YAY! @.kimiantonelli
-> kimiantonelli please don't threaten my boss baby
-> user242 why does he never play into her jokes?
-> user82 ikr, it annoys me so much! can he not just join her in her whimsy?
-> user2824 no, because she's immature and annoying, hope this helps xxxx
user24 Ollie and Kimi are awfully close...
user294 OLLIE AND KIMI PLEASE DON'T PULL A BROCEDES ON ME
-> youruser I won't let them 🕺
-> user83 doing the lord's work
-> youruser I try 🫶
paularon *honourable mention* the time when you surprised Kimi and Ollie was in his bed ⁉️⁉️
-> youruser better than the time i caught him looking at photos of my brother on pintrest😸
-> user57 he knows it's legal, right?
user855 My FAVOURITE part of Kimi and Y/n lore is that when she first met him she thought he was with Ollie 😹
-> user8356 nah, my fav gotta be when kimi freaked out over meeting max for the first time.
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mercedesf1team
likedby maxverstappen, georgerussell, and 853,847 others
mercedesf1team Rocking up to the paddock in style! 🦘🦘🦘
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youruser cutiepie! 🥧
-> georgerussell awh! thanks
-> kimiantonelli she meant me??
-> youruser nah, i meant him. HE responds to my texts... unlike someone i know...
landonorris looking sharp
jackdoohan welcome to the homeland :) 🕺
user35 OMG HE'S SO HOT I NEED TO FUCK HIM
-> youruser i get it🫠
-> maxverstappen please refrain from ever going on insta again
-> youruser WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO CALM MY FREAK????
user8 a girl who is going to be ok
user924 YESSSS giving picture day realness!
user247 hamsters
-> youruser I didn't see it in the tweet, but I see it with this one
-> kimiantonelli ?????🤷♀️
-> youruser I'll explain when you get back to the garage
-> kimiantonelli 👍
-> user28 they're so in love it genuinely HURTS me
user54975 i need a relationship like kimi and y/n
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youruser
liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen, redbullf1team, and 2,763,382 others
youruser promise new music next week, but here's these cuties on the first race weekend of the season! 🏎️🏎️🏎️
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user7 P MENTIONNNNN
-> youruser obvi, i have to remind everyone i'm the best aunt ever😏
-> user08 oh to be y/n verstappen's niece...
-> user924 I WISHHHHHH
maxverstappen who's that strapping young boy?
-> youruser if you're talking about yourself... I think we're past young mr. pushing thirty...???
-> maxverstappen no i was talking about kimi :)
-> kimiantonelli thanks mate!
-> youruser STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND FREAK! 🐺
-> maxverstappen *succeeding
user92 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING
user358 they're both so pookie i cannot
user35 Once again, I ask myself WHY he's with HER.
-> user123 ??????
-> user35 She's such a bitch and all she does is make fun of him, it's not cute, nor funny, and she goes around acting like it's hilarious.
-> user123 has he complained once?
-> user35 Not in public but I assume in private. Shocker that he likes her sister more than her.
paularon Y/n post a picture of herself challenge has been lost again...😔
-> user34 Paul gets it
-> user234 PAUL PLEASE SAVE Y/N FROM KIMI
-> user5588 ?????
-> user234 he's so unwhimsy and boring compared to her, it's so sad how she has to dull herself down for him. 👎👎👎
-> user5588 has she literally EVER been dull? I DON'T THINK SO.
-> user385 fr, people in relationships can be different kinds of people and once both of them are happy (which is true as far as we know), then why should we judge?
user995 WHY IS KIMI SO INTO MAX IT FREAKS ME OUT
-> youruser THANK YOU
-> olliebearman once i asked him if he ever fantasised about max when he was with y/n, he said no but... I didn't believe him....
-> youruser brb bleaching my eyes
-> maxverstappen same.
-> kimiantonelli NO I'M SORRY I WAS BEING TRUTHFUL I PROMISE 🙏🙏
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kimiantonelli
liked by youruser, maxverstappen, mercedesf1team, and 564,321 others
kimiantonelli Hard to put it in to words. Thank you all for the support xxx
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youruser my love 🫶
-> kimiantonelli my everything 🫶
user8 never felt more single in my life!
user554 why are they SO the alchemy coded
user5873 they were so cute then he won
-> user248 when he ran out of the car, past his favourite person (y/n verstappen) to hug her brother instead? Or when he finally noticed her and gave her a tiny kiss and hug?
-> user57756 become employed 😼
jackdoohan congratualtions mate! 🫡
-> youruser you're next on that podium, i feel it!
-> jackdoohan let's hope so!
mercedesf1team Welcome to the family Kimi 'youngest race winner ever' Antonelli!
-> youruser I know my goat. 😸
lewishamilton ⭐️
georgerussell amazing work mate -> liked by kimiantonelli
charlesleclerc major drive mate, well done
user556 why is it always about y/n in his comments??? ffs he just won a race!!!!!
-> user57557 bc she's more famous than him? bc people care about their relationship? he's not going to pick you when he already has the most beautiful woman on the planet?
user577 WHAT A DRIVE!!!!!!!! -> liked by youruser
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youruser
liked by paularon, charlesleclerc, isackhadjar, and 4,342,249 others
youruser can confirm toto and I were in hysterics. holy fucking shit he won :)
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user99 my fav wag
user748 she's so me
mercedesf1team not hysterics- toto
-> youruser and who was crying?
-> mercedesf1team you u want him to have a seat next year?
-> youruser YES PLEASE, I'M SORRY UR RIGHT IT WAS ME
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y/nverstappenHQ
liked by landonorris, kimiantonelli, pierregasly, and 325,593 others
y/nverstappenHQ 'so close to what' out next month, see you there xxx
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user5 kimi in the likes, not comments
user3847 OH PREPARE TO BE SICK OF MEEEEEE -> liked by youruser
user735 DIVA DOWN, DIVA DOWNNNNNN 🕺
paularon she's eating the house boots down houston we have a problem (did i use that right?)
-> youruser why yes you did king! 👑
-> user835 no way we got paul aron saying THAT before GTA 6.
-> georgerussell does anyone understand what any of that was???
-> paularon I'll teach you, just get me a meeting with toto, yeah?
-> mercedesf1team I'm interested- toto
-> paularon HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED WHAT 😼
jackdoohan the cuntiest of them all I fear -> liked by kimiantonelli
olliebearman WORK IT GIRL!!! 🕺🕺🕺
landonorris oh this is going to go HARD
-> youruser you get it, and i appreciate that. 🧡
isackhadjar POOKIE IS EATING AND SERVING CUNTTTTTT
-> youruser MY FUCKING BOY 🫡
user348 where tf is kimi rn?
-> user2345 probably hyperventilating over his super hot girlfriend 😏
user245 Babe wake up, new y/n music just dropped.
-> user348537 I'M FREAKING OUT ⁉️⁉️⁉️
user959 gorgeous gorgeous girls listen to y/n while watching formula one
-> oscarpiastri they also listen to her while competing in f1 :) 🧡
-> landonorris HE'S SO DIVAA!!!!
-> youruser oscar, i love you queen 🙏👑
davidmalukas PRETTY BITCHES LISTEN TO Y/N VERSTAPPEN 💯💯
-> youruser YOU JUST GET ITTTTTTTTTT
maxverstappen please get off this app 👍
-> user475 DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS PLEASE MAX
-> user457 older brother core
yourfriend UGH THIS ALBUM 💯💯
->youruser ugh your gorgeous faceeee -> liked by yourfriend
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olliebearman
liked by paularon, youruser, kimiantonelli and 542,452 others
olliebearman kimi when he finds out about his girlfriend's next album: picture one. kimi when he realises max is free to talk in the paddock: picture two. @.kimiantonelli @.youruser @.maxverstappen
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youruser it's a sad truth... he likes him more than me... 😿
-> olliebearman I still love you more than I love Kimi so it's fine.
-> kimiantonelli ⁉️🤷♀️
-> user385 OLLIE AND Y/N????
user53 ollie is shooting his shot and i do not blame him
user356 when will they just ditch kimi and get together? they were always cuter together anyway?
-> user66 SHE'S BEEN DATING KIMI FOR ACTUAL YEARS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
yourfriend he's a bitch
-> youruser PLAY NICE IT'S KIMI! 😸
-> yourfriend ...👎
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isackhadjarprivate
liked by kantonelli, max4verstappen, yourprivuser, and 283 others
isackhadjarprivate us when we hear kimi embarrass himself in front of max AGAIN
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yourprivuser ik he's ur grid dad, but let him live @.kantonelli
pauloaron no way ISACK (aka the KING of embarrassing himself in front of Lewis Hamilton) had to call him out 🙏
olliebear the girls are fighting! 🕺
-> youruser he's learning! 👑
estebestie ...
lewishamilton it is pretty bad... 🙈
max4verstappen guys let's not be mean :(
-> kantonelli exactly!
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paularon
liked by youruser, kimiantonelli, maxverstappen, and 734,294 others
paularon Us enjoying our time away from our son (aka Kimi, her boyfriend)
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jackdoohan MI BABES
-> youruser MI JACKIE!!!
olliebearman looking fabulous paulito ->liked by paularon
-> user385 MY PAUOLLIE HEARTTTT
user23 still boyfriend???
-> user556 be so fr they deffo broke up
-> user323 if they broke up i don't believe in love.
-> user345 please get a job.
kimiantonelli invite me?
-> youruser i did :( u said no.
-> user4 istfg if kimi hurts her i'll CURSE HIM
landonorris stop i want to be your frienddddd
-> youruser invite me to mclarennnn bitch
pierregasly looking cute
-> youruser why are u in love with paul?
-> pierregasly why aren't you?
user555 DID ANYONE CATCH PIERRE'S COMMENT LMAO
-> user99 PAULY/N TRUTHERS RISEEEEEE
-> user13 he's so me it's crazy
liamlawson the pookie group :)
-> youruser you're my pookie
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olliebearman
liked by kimiantonelli, youruser, paularon, and 742,294 others
olliebearman flicks from the past couple races, adios to Y/n and GOOD LUCK ON TOUR!
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user76243 so we're not talking about ioio?
-> user356 i'm employed what does this mean
-> user58583 basically the girl in the middle is a singer (y/n verstappen) and is dating the f1 rookie kimi antonelli, and she just released a song that makes it look like kimi cheated... no one in the paddock or her has said anything so we have no idea if that's actually what's going on
user576 BADDIE ALERT 🚨🚨🚨
maxverstappen who's the gremlin in the middle photo?
-> kimiantonelli she sometimes comes into my garage to touch my hair... freaky.
-> maxverstappen she does the same to me... freaky...
-> youruser please stop with the joint bullying i just like to play with hair :)
-> kimiantonelli weird hobby but i love you anyways so i guess it doesn't matter :)
-> maxverstappen as sweet as it is to know my sister is loved, please refrain from doing it on instagram
-> kimiantonelli 👍 got it max!
-> youruser LET ME BE LOVED OUT LOUD MAX FFS NOT ALL OF US HAVE A FAMILY
-> maxverstappen I'm your brother??
-> youruser I don't even know what i meant there???
-> user50 y/nkimi CRUMBS and he's in love omfg they're so cute
jackdoohan how's that hottie in the third slide single? 😏
-> paularon have you seen him and kimi? I wouldn't exactly call him single
-> user767 PAUL WHAT DO YOU KNOW?????
user87y/n is GLOWING post break-up. she's seriously so stunning
user75 Y/NPAUL TRUTHERS RISEEEEEE
-> user784 I've been here
gabrielborteleto the divas are in town 🙀
liamlawson BADDIE PAUL 😻😻😻
-> paularon "bad crash for lawson, straight into the barriers in the first turn" -> this u?
-> liamlawson do you live to humble me?
-> youruser I do... 😼
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f1WAGgossip
liked by pierregasly, yourfriend, and 823,392 others
f1WAGgossip Trouble in paradise? Singer/songwriter, WAG to Kimi Antonelli, and sister to Max Verstappen, Y/n Verstappen, recently released a song called 'it's ok, i'm ok', possibly alluding to the idea that Kimi might've cheated on her! They haven't been seen much together, though she has been in the paddock, but now she's going on tour.
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user37 y/n nation we ride at dawn
user25 I KNEW PAUL WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER FOR HER
-> user5779 0 days since a pauly/n 'truther' has pissed me off. she's clearly better suited to ollie.
-> user565 SHE'S DATING KIMI?????
user935 PLEASE SAY THIS IS A JOKE
user2133 finally she's free of him
-> user356 ????
-> user2133 i just think they're not right for each other. she's so extroverted and open and he's just so... not. Like he seems extroverted but just not with her, and he seems to not get her humour.
-> user84 key word? SEEMS! you know nothing about their private and personal relationship.
user244 PLEASE SAY KIMI IS SINGLE NOW
user73 finally i have a chance with kimi!
-> user935 do you enjoy humiliating yourself online?
user358 guys i fear this might be the end of kimiy/n, her friend and pierre gasly liked this...
-> user55 ok, and let's be so real, her friend fucking hates kimi.
-> user546 maybe she has a reason to? she actually knows him personally????
user3853 my mate is in F2 and knows kimi and said he's been just off his phone for the past few weeks. i think they broke up AGES ago.
-> user76 deffo had nothing to do with the fucking F1 season starting up, right? you are a moron, so is your friend.
user46 pierre here for the drama and i respect it
user7835 CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NEW ALBUM AND HOW GOOD SHE LOOKS???
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youruser
liked by landonorris, maxverstappen, olliebearman and 4,342,245 others
youruser holy shit! tour is underway, max actually (WILLINGLY) came to a show, and got p1 the next day! I must be a good luck charm!
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jackdoohan might need some of that good luck over here in alpine...
-> youruser bro you've had three podiums in an alpine wtf are you on about?????
-> jackdoohan how hard did you hit your head last night???
user83 NO KIMI LIKE? IS IT OVER ????
-> user2567 i'm done if they are
-> user3678 sleeping on the highway brb!!!
user35702 KIMI IS GONE, PAUL YOU MUST RISEEEEE
user244 OLLIE HAS A CHANCE!!!!
-> user7565 yall are crazy they havent even TOLD anyone yet. Just let them live.
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kimiantonelli
liked by maxverstappen, lewishamilton, landonorris and 312,329 others
kimiantonelli Great season so far, up to P2 in the constructors, and P3 in the drivers. Can't wait to go back to racing, but first, some rest :)
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user835 not to be chronically online but y/n hasn't commented or liked???
user530 babes... it might be over.
user995 broke up with his sister, but still gotta get max in, i respect the grind.
user123 this is so insane i fear
user92 he looks so sad :(
-> user573 he's a grown man
-> user83 babe he's 18 and has been dating her for 3 years, it's a big deal
user8357 why isn't anyone talking about his incredible start to the season???
user345 guys i'm so devastated
oscarpiastri Putting in the work mate, good job!
-> liked by kimiantonelli
alexalbon Forza Kimi
-> liked by kimiantonelli
user3575 if my boyfriend broke up with me, i'd kill my brother for still being his fucking photodump
-> liked by yourfriend
user375 ollie still making it into the photodump is so boyfriend coded
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f1WAGgossip
liked by yourfriend, pierregasly, landonorris, and 2,349,924 others
f1WAGgossip Crisis averted! Kimi and Y/n are fine (as far as we know), and he actually visited her at her show last night in Montreal. He surprised her on stage and everything!
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user83 I'M SORRY DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER??
user34 she looked so stunning last night, and he was ENTRANCED fr
-> user84 i get it.
user75 this is the best news i've had all week, and I passed the bar this week
user457 they're my fav couple
-> landonorris same tbh
user450 can we talk about how yourfriend was adding fuel to the flames?? like wtf
-> yourfriend lol, my b. kimi pissed me off. He's actually so in love with her it's so annoying and he takes her away from me :(
-> youruser I still love you too :)
kimiantonelli People thought we were broken up? @.youruser
-> user8435 LMAO
-> user47 dude didn't even know
-> user57 have you been living under a rock????
-> kimiantonelli No, I've been racing????
-> youruser could've sworn i told you, sorry love :)
-> kimiantonelli all goo love. just to check, we aren't broken up, right?
-> youruser nope. i'm all yours.
-> kimiantonelli 👍
-> user353 why is he a thumbs up warrior??
-> user7565 they're so cute i want to claw my eyes out.
hii, hope you're doing good.
Can you do a Kimi Antonelli fic where the reader is also from Italy but the south and the first time she hears his accent in Italian she just laughs because in the south we pronounce words differently like I remember hearing him speak Italian for the first time in an interview and just laughed for like a whole minute, I think the most notable thing is the way he pronounces his s's especially and his vowels and words in general sound kinda like my 2 year old nephew with the flu.
Could you make the reader a driver and you can choose which team in f1 or f2, so that like she first hears him maybe during a pr thing.
Whether you do it or not thanks and have a great day!😊
On Brand (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Southern Italian! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 1
Requested: Clearly (took me a minute, but we got around to it lol)
Warnings: Flirting in Italian (I'm learning Italian, so some translations may be wrong)
POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)
W.C. 1093
Summary: “Are they flirting? In Italian?” “Oh god. It’s worse than that. They’re flirting in grammar.”
~~(^Pinterest)
It all started the day you walked into your first driver’s briefing, and you heard two very different voices talking in Italian - your native language. One was a very weird accent, definitely not Italian, and he was speaking in broken sentences like he was still learning. The other was very nasally, so maybe the other one was sick. You chuckled to yourself as you sat down next to Max.
The actual briefing itself was boring. It was all common sense, in your opinion, and it was just reiterating everything you already knew. Don’t go beyond the white lines. DOn’t move more than once under breaking. You’ll have the chance to do practice starts at the end of each free practice session. If you do a practice start, don’t go until the driver ahead of you has pulled away. Yeah, common sense.
“You getting along with the other rookies?” Max asked, bumping his shoulder against yours after the briefing was wrapped up.
“Haven’t really had the time to,” You shrugged, “I know there’s quite a few this year. They all came from Formula 2, no?”
“Yeah, I can introduce you to some, if you want,” Max offered before looking around the room.
“That would be helpful,” You responded.
“That is Gabriel Bortoleto,” Max started, pointing over to the man in green. “He won the championship last year, and Isack, you’ve met him already, finished second to him.”
“Yeah, I remember Isack,” You nodded along.
“Jack Doohan over there,” Max continued, pointing over to the man in pink.
“Mick?”
“His son,” Max snapped his fingers, “Jack is racing for Alpine. Honestly, not sure how long that’ll last.”
“Don’t be mean,” You said, slapping his arm.
“Not mean, just realistic,” He chuckled, rubbing his arm. He turned to point at the two you were laughing at from earlier. “Then, there’s Ollie and Kimi.”
“One of them is Italian,” You said, matter-of-factly. “He sounds so Northern.”
“Why’d you say it like that?” Max chuckled as Kimi and Ollie walked further into the room and sat on the other side of Max. “Were you making fun of his accent?”
“Who’s accent?” Ollie asked, leaning over Kimi to be part of the conversation.
“Boys, this is my new teammate for the year, also a rookie,” Max said before telling them your name. “Your country mate, Kimi, and they were poking fun at your accent.”
“It’s just the way he says everything,” You said, tilting your head as you looked at Kimi. “It’s not a bad thing. You just say everything so precisely.”
“Ah, and you're Southern,” Kimi pointed out with a smirk.
“Oh, very,” You laughed, loud and unashamed.
“Please don’t do the regional thing,” Max groaned, already standing up.
“It’s already happening,” Ollie groaned too, and followed Max, “Can we stay within listening distance? I want to hear this.”
“You heard me say all of - what, three words?” You questioned, “And you’ve figured me out?”
“Your vowels did most of the work,” Kimi chuckled, sliding into the seat next to you.
“Oh, he’s an expert, I see,” You smirked, leaning closer to him, “Listen to yourself, sounds like you should be filing paperwork.”
“I speak clearly,” He replied, snappily as he kept the joke running.
“Exactly, every syllable is sober,” You said, mocking his accent.
“Is that a burn?” Ollie whispered to Max.
“Probably? I don’t understand Italian insults,” Max whispered back.
“You add extra sounds,” Kimi tilted his head at you as he looked you up and down.
“It’s called ‘emotion,’” You sounded it out, “You should try it sometime.”
“It’s called ‘time,’” He mocked, nodding his head in a condescending way, “The sentence needs to end eventually.”
“I am learning so much about Italy right now,” Ollie gasped, shaking his head, “Shocking, considering I’ve lived there for almost five years now.”
“Say something else,” You said quietly, leaning closer into his side.
“Why should I?” Kimi retorted with a raised eyebrow.
“Because it’s fascinating,” You admitted, “You pronounce Italian like it owes you money, or you are sick, and I’m not sure which one it is yet.”
“And you sound like you're singing to it,” Kimi huffed out a laugh despite your subtle diss.
“Alla fine, è una questione di equilibrio, no (In the end, it’s a balance, no)?” You smirked, biting your lip.
“Forse ci completiamo a vicenda (Maybe we balance each other),” Kimi continued your thought, leaning in further.
“Forse dovremmo uscire insieme allora (Maybe we should go out together then),” You said, subconsciously licking your lips as you felt Kimi’s breath ghost across them.
“Vengo a prenderti alle sette (I’ll pick you up at seven),” He replied in a soft tone as his eyes dropped to your lips momentarily before returning back to your eyes.
“Perfetto,” You whispered, gazing into Kimi’s eyes and smiling like it wasn’t the end of the conversation at all.
“Are they flirting? In Italian?” Ollie grimaced, looking between the two.
“Shhh, don’t ruin the moment,” Max chastised, slapping Ollie’s shoulder.
“È solo un esempio (It’s just one example),” Kimi whispered calmly, rolling his eyes at Ollie and leaning back slightly to look at him and Max.
“Oh god. It’s worse than that,” Ollie gasped. “They’re flirting in grammar.”
“Shush,” Max complained again, “that’s pretty on-brand for them.”
“Aspè (Wait),” You blinked as if you’d just woken up, “Did we just…”
“It was hypothetical,” Kimi said after clearing his throat, suddenly very interested in the floor.
“In the future tense,” You chuckled.
“With a time,” Max piped up.
“And a pick up,” Ollie joined in.
“Please stay out of this,” Kimi said, directing it towards Max and Ollie, who avoided eye contact with him. “Alle sette è un orario ragionevole (Seven is a reasonable time).”
“Never said it wasn’t,” You chuckled. “Does that still work for you, or do Northerners need to schedule further in advance?”
“I plan efficiently,” Kimi scoffed.
“I already regret introducing you two,” Max groaned before getting up and walking back to the Red Bull garage.
~
“Truly, I thought you were sick the first time I heard you,” You admitted while you were laying in bed with Kimi. You two had been together for almost a year at this point, and you never thought to clarify your initial thoughts of him. Not until it had been a little too quiet after a race weekend. ”Just thought you should know that.”
“That’s what that comment was about?” Kimi gasped, sitting up and looking down at you. “I thought I actually sounded like I was becoming sick!”
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(a/n) : DO NOT even talk to me about the race today i AM distraught... poor kimi :(
boyfriend!kimi who rests his head on your chest after a long day and grumbles when you try to move, mumbling “no, stay like this.”
boyfriend!kimi who reads the fan comments when you're spotted in the paddock and pretends not to care, but smiles when he sees someone call you his lucky charm.
boyfriend!kimi who plays with your fingers under the table during dinner, twisting your rings around your knuckles without realizing.
boyfriend!kimi who always asks you how to say “thank you” in whatever country he’s racing in, then repeats it until he gets it right—accent and all.
boyfriend!kimi who doesn’t post you online but has a blurry pic of you as his lock screen, and flips his phone face down whenever someone notices.
boyfriend!kimi who brings you a bottle of water and your headphones before every qualifying session because “you always forget.”
boyfriend!kimi who taps your knee gently three times before leaving for the garage—like a quiet little superstition only you two know.
boyfriend!kimi who panics when you get cold and ends up draping his race jacket over you, then denies doing anything special.
boyfriend!kimi who walks one step behind you in the paddock just so he can keep an eye on you.
boyfriend!kimi who gets shy when you call him handsome but blushes hard when you compliment his driving.
boyfriend!kimi who doesn’t say “i love you” a lot, but says “text me when you’re home” like it means the same thing.
boyfriend!kimi who lays next to you in the dark and whispers little stories about karting days and big dreams until you fall asleep on his chest.
boyfriend!kimi who acts stoic on camera but melts completely the second he hears your voice.
—you're used to being flirted with in front of the camera. but something about franco is really doing you in.
franco colapinto (f1) x fem!reporter reader
warnings/notes: smut, unprotected sex (no condom, yes birth control), guided masturbation, lewd photography, lots of flirting, franco is shameless (naturally), some Spanish sentences and phrases
a/n: will resume hit play for a bit after this one! enjoy franco girlies mwa
Your job was simple enough. Well, for today, at least.
Stand in the media pen, gather statements, and piece together a couple of stories later that evening for publishing first thing tomorrow morning. All in a day's work, like all the other days before.
You've grown immune to the charms of rich, adrenaline-seeking men. Didn't take you too long, the illusion breaking as soon as any one of them opened their mouths. Some you tolerate more than others, but some you'd rather steer clear of completely.
This isn't to say that you've brushed all of them off. You might have agreed to a date here and there but nothing ever stuck, the nature of your jobs a bit too similar and all too different at the same time. You've given up on the prospect that you'll somehow end up with one of the many Formula 1 drivers you've interviewed and spoken to. And you've spoken to a lot. You've had this gig since you were shipped off fresh from uni and one too many 'What happened there?'s and 'Tell me about qualifying's can put a damper on the romantic side of things.
But someone new's in town. Well, er, new in the paddock. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't even a little bit excited.
He's charming, that much you can already tell. He walks into the media pen like he's done it thousands of times before and you have to actively suppress a smile as he walks over. Confidence is always a plus. For the interview, of course.
"Hola, Franco. Antes que nada, enhorabuena," you greet warmly, extending your arm over the barrier to place the microphone nearer to him. Hi, Franco. First of all, congratulations.
Franc's eyebrows shoot up, a wolfish grin settling on his face. "Oh. I thought this was an English interview?"
You smile back. "It is, but I know my way around Spanish, as well."
"Ah," Franco nods. "Gracias, _______."
"You know my name?" You ask, momentarily forgetting that you're being taped and recorded. You clear your throat, ignoring the quiet snicker from your cameraman.
"Yeah, I've seen you around and watched some of your other interviews," Franco confirms, a hand settling on his hip as he leans against the barrier, closer to you.
You can smell his perfume from where you stand.
"Thank you, I've heard and seen a lot about you as well," you respond, trying to return to your original train of thought.
"Which is why I want to ask you how it feels on your first day as a Formula 1 driver," you quickly follow. "Have you done anything special to prepare for this weekend? Other than the obvious, of course."
Another easy smile spreads across Franco's lips. "I've definitely added to my training and done some new things to prepare. I haven't done a full F1 weekend before so everything will be new."
"We definitely don't have reporters like you in the lower Formulas," he adds.
You feel a violent blush rip up through your neck all the way to your cheeks. As if the Monza heat wasn't enough.
"Well, I'm glad you could meet me here," you manage to get out.
The thing is, Franco isn't even the most attractive driver you've met. He's definitely up there, but not the most.
That's a discussion you have with yourself semi-weekly: ranking the drivers in terms of attractiveness, factoring in personalities and general attitudes towards the people around them, specifically the media.
Look, people love to shit on the media and press, calling journalism all sorts of derogatory words, but you're just here to do your job, like anyone else. And it gets pretty fucking hard when your boss is ringing your phone every five minutes demanding four stories by tomorrow and drivers are sassing you out as if you asked them if they've murdered their whole family.
So, naturally, the way they treat you determines a big chunk of how you think your day is going to pan out.
And right now, Franco seems to be lifting your spirits just fine.
"What are your goals for this weekend? Are points on the horizon for you at your first F1 race?" You continue, trying not to stare at the way Franco starts to rub at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden.
"We'll try," Franco begins. He plants both his hands on the barrier and leans even closer. You have to physically take a step back.
You gulp. Franco smiles.
"Anything is possible this weekend."
-
"You broke the internet last night."
You scoff, sending your cameraman a vicious side-eye. It's crowded in the paddock today, everyone wanting to get a glimpse of the new rookie, it seems. Such is the eagerness for this young driver that even that 30-second clip of your interview with him blew right up in your face. Your inboxes at capacity, your own voice speaking back to you with every other swipe on your TikTok.
It's not all bad, though. A tweet with one of your Instagram photos attached to it captioned 'TE ENTIENDO MUCHO FRANCO ES MUY LINDA PERIODISTA' did weasel out a chuckle from you.
Your cameraman shrugs, gesturing with a jerk of his head in front of you.
"There he is. I'm sure he knows all about it."
You look over to where he's pointing and lo and behold, Franco is right there, chatting with a few Williams team members, his race suit hanging undone around his waist. He turns to you even before you can fully register that it's him you're looking at.
But your training kicks in even faster. A megawatt smile appears on your lips and you wave enthusiastically at Franco.
"Hi."
"_______," Franco says, face lighting up at the sight of you. Your name seems to fall even more effortlessly off his lips.
You reach over and pull him into a half-hug with one arm, but both his arms wind around you and you have no choice but to squeeze back.
"You saw?" Franco asks, a gleam in his eye as he pulls away. His hand remains casually on the small of your back.
"Saw what?" You know what it is he's asking but you'd like to hear it from him.
"We went viral, no?" Franco says with a laugh, reaching further around you and squeezing your waist. You lean into his touch, heart jumping as his fingers graze just underneath your cropped top.
"That's all because of you," you reason, pointing an accusatory finger at Franco. "I bet you say that to all the other reporters."
The Williams team members standing nearby burst out laughing and even your cameraman affords a snicker. A deep blush spreads across Franco's face as he rubs your side reassuringly.
"No, no, I don't. Just you," Franco admits with another lighthearted laugh.
"Sure," you say with exaggerated skepticism. You pull away from his touch, catching his hand before he slips it fully off of you.
"I'll talk to you later," you say. And it's fully intentional, the words you choose to say. I'll talk to you later. Not 'I'll catch you later' or 'I'll see you later'.
I will talk to you later.
Franco understands, giving your hand a squeeze.
-
Later that day, you pray that no one catches you grinning behind your hand as Franco takes the chequered flag at qualifying.
P11.
Almost there.
-
"Hi. Come in."
Franco beams at you from across the threshold, stepping into your room with slow, measured steps.
"Great qualifying," you compliment, eyes traveling down Franco's body, noting the way his team kit hugs his frame just right, his hands shoved into his pockets, exposing just his arms, veins and all.
Your eyes snap back up to his face when you hear the door shut in place.
"Q2 on your debut. Not bad," you go on, taking a step back. Franco takes one toward you.
"You're just repeating what you said at the media pen earlier," Franco points out. He reaches out and gently circles an arm around your waist.
Always straight to the point.
Like this morning.
You tried not to make it so obvious when you ran into Franco earlier, but all you could think about was The Message.
You were doing your cursory social media checks a few minutes after you had woken up, still snug in your bed and unwilling to get up just yet. A message in your Instagram inbox caught your attention, sitting at the very top of your 'verified followers' tab.
Franco Colapinto: hola, hermosa 😉
It took a minute for your motor functions to return, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you pored over what to reply. You settled on a nonchalant greeting, asking if Franco needed anything.
You realized rather belatedly that this was looking a little familiar. You wished he wouldn't say the dreaded answer, the more-than-predictable response that every man liked to use.
Franco Colapinto: you, maybe?
You groaned into your pillow, not because you were repulsed by his answer, but because you liked it. If you were easy, then so was he.
You: i finish work at 9 pm tonight...? 👀
It's 9 PM now. Franco's in the room and your hand is running up his chest.
Easy.
"It's such an honor," Franco teases, backing you up further into the room. His hands feel heavy on your waist and your heart hammers against your chest.
"I get to work with people like you now," Franco continues, stopping right in front of the bed.
The kiss comes as a shock more so because of how good Franco kisses. One of his hands is now cradling the back of your head, keeping you in place while he licks into your mouth, groaning with every pucker of your lips.
You pull away for barely a second to get both of your tops off before you dive back in, seemingly too desperate and too starved for each other's mouths. Franco's hands are everywhere; they run down your arms, paw at your waist, tugging at the belt loops of your jeans.
You giggle as he pulls you even closer, your bare chests pressed against each other. Franco pulls back and peers down at you, reaching behind to unclasp your bra. You let it fall, already guiding one of his hands to your tits.
"Couldn't stop staring at them?" You ask, your voice rising with an innocent lilt.
Franco kneads at the mound beneath his hand, eliciting a moan from you. He grins.
"I wanted you to notice," Franco admits simply, kissing you again.
"Perv," you mumble against his lips. Franco laughs, already undoing his trousers.
You wiggle your own way out of your jeans, letting Franco get the shortest of glimpses at your baby pink underwear before you discard them off to the side.
"Mierda, you're so sexy," Franco compliments as you crawl backward onto the bed, laying back and letting your hair splay out beneath you.
Franco pounces on you like a man starved, bare atop your own naked body, his arms caging you in.
"Big moves from somebody so new," you whisper, carding your fingers through Franco's soft locks.
"I like to make a statement," Franco says with a shrug. He glances up momentarily, something piquing his interest off to the side.
"Is that your camera?"
You crane your neck to see where he's looking and sure enough, your personal DSLR is right there on the bedside drawer. You look back at Franco, an eyebrow raised.
"You wanna use it?" You ask, not expecting him to actually say yes. But a mischievous grin settles on Franco's face and you feel your heart skip several beats.
"Knock yourself out," you say.
Franco reaches for the camera and fiddles with it for a few seconds. His eyes scan over your body and you suddenly feel the urge to hide away with how hard he's looking.
"May I?" Franco asks, brandishing the camera. Your mouth falls open as you realize what he's asking.
"You can keep them for yourself. For your eyes only," Franco hurriedly adds, planting his knees firmly on either side of you.
You stare up at him, a million thoughts running through your mind.
"Just...touch yourself."
You gasp, stunned at his proposal. Franco watches through the LCD monitor, glancing up at you through his lashes. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth, and as if on instinct, your hand inches down slowly between your legs.
"You're in front of cameras all the time," Franco reminds with a smirk. "This should be easy for you."
You suppress a whimper at his words, your fingertips swiping through your slick folds. You're already soaked and you start to wonder if it started even before Franco got here.
The shutter clicks and the lens whirs, sharp against the soft breaths you're letting out. Franco is concentrated, snapping photo after photo as you rub yourself closer to release. But it's not enough. You need more.
"Franco...," you implore, peering up with bright, begging eyes.
"Slowly, mi amor," Franco coos. "Just where you like it. Right there."
Click.
"Harder now, but still slow. Yes? Feels good?"
You whine, eyes fluttering shut as your pleasure picks up again. Several clicks. You're panting now, the tendrils of release wrapping themselves around you.
"Faster, yes, like that," Franco eggs on. Your fingers speed up against your sensitive clit and a litany of Franco's name spills from your lips. Before you know it, he's putting the camera away. You reach for him, gripping the back of his neck as he smashes his lips into yours.
Franco bites down on your lip and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you like a tide. You arch against Franco, feeling his own stiffness heavy on your thigh.
You blink, Franco's face coming into focus, barely an inch from yours. He watches you closely, pupils blown wide and plump lips even redder. You hook your legs around his waist, letting him know that you're not done yet.
Franco is quick to pick up, smiling as lines himself up with you. The groan that escapes him is nothing short of delicious as he pushes himself in. You gasp along, the stretch a welcome sensation.
Franco wastes no time and pounds right into you, catching you by surprise. You let your head fall back against the mattress, a long, drawn-out whine erupting from deep within your chest as Franco licks a stripe up your neck.
Your whole body quakes with how hard he's thrusting into you but you're clearly enjoying it if your wanton moans are anything to go by. Franco meets your eyes and you pull him down, wanting nothing more than to drown in those lips of his.
It's feral and it's unrestrained, spurred on by the knowledge that this is more than unprofessional in your line of work. Not illegal by any means, but risky enough to warrant warnings from your coworkers. Never sleep with a driver unless you're committed.
Oh, well.
Franco groans loudly in your ear, movements losing their rhythm as he speeds up. You're clinging to him as if he'd disappear if you let go, your own belly tightening once more with that familiar feeling.
Franco. Franco. Franco.
He kisses you just as he finishes. Passionate, eager, heady. You feel him inside you, a different kind of elation filling you as you release all over him.
Franco pulls away to allow yourselves to breathe. He pulls out, rolling over to your side. You hug your folded knees to your chest, too lazy to get up and find something to deal with the mess.
"No hagas eso. Eso es demasiado doméstico," Franco jokes, moving closer and planting a kiss to your shoulder. Don't do that. That's too domestic.
"Relájate, estoy usando anticonceptiva," you reassure with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. Relax, I'm on birth control.
Franco hums, laying an arm over you. He pulls you close and you face him, reaching up to brush away some of his unruly hair.
He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Happy that you're a Formula 1 driver?" You ask, grinning.
synopsis in lieu of some girlfriends of f2/3 drivers being cheated on, ollie thought it would be a good idea to remind the people (aka his followers) of his beautiful girlfriend
a/n happy new yearrrr
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olliebearman I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!!!
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ynstagram i love you too ???
ynstagram ollie have u been drinking again?
olliebearman wow! I declare my love for you on the internet for thousands to see and you question me 😔 I see how it is
kimi.antonelli did she tie the bow in the last pic?
ynstagram believe it or not, he asked me to
zak.osullivan we know mate, we know...
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ynstagram to all the people in my dms, yes vroom vroom bear boy is still mine
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olliebearman WHY R PEOPLE DMING U ABOUT US AFTER MY POST????
ynstagram "very strange to suddenly post and display his love especially with several f2/3 wags coming out and implying they were cheated on by the drivers" – user435
olliebearman @.user435 I'D NEVER CHEAT ON MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND
user435 im sorry??? oh my god.... this is embarrassing
prema_team good to know the happy couple is still happy!
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olliebearman forever yours 😇😘
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kimi.antonelli could have lived my life without seeing the last pic
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olliebearman just to be clear, there's no silly season (wag version) here !!!
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ynstagram hey! so! caption is crazy!
olliebearman not as crazy as how crazy in love I am with youuuu
ynstagram damn...
zak.osullivan spare a thought for us single people mate
“i advise you to not hide your feelings, don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not okay, don’t pretend to be happy when you’re sad.” - jahseh on let’s pretend we’re numb
