𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤwhen they got kimi's surname wrong, you saw an opportunity to poke fun at the situation.
【 𝐀𝐌𝐘’𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 】 kimi antonelli 𝖝 𝒇𝒆𝒎 raikkonen!reader smau fluff ᡴꪫ cw. strangers to lovers not-proofread implicit time skip ⸻ fc: girls from pinterest
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yourusernameㅤi just found out that my dad won the chinese gp while he's retired!!!
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kimimatiasraikkonenㅤ👍ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ yourusernameㅤso proud of you dad 🎉🎉
⤷ username1ㅤgirl— 😭😭
username2ㅤwait but wasn't it antonelli who won the chinese gp??????
⤷ username3ㅤyes!! but when he went up to the podium they called him kimi raikkonen
⤷ username2ㅤyou're kidding me
⤷ username3ㅤno lol even mercedes posted the video with the commentator saying the wrong name!!
username4ㅤsince when does raikkonen have a daughter?
⤷ yourusernameㅤ since i was born??? 🤨
⤷ username4ㅤOH 😶
kimi.antonelliㅤcongrats 🥳ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ username5 ㅤ ARIANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE????
username6ㅤnot kimi commenting 'congrats' 😭😭
⤷ username7 ㅤ not him embracing the joke
kimi.antonelli
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kimi.antonelliㅤon my way back home, in good company 🏆 (i had to return it to the real winner 😔)
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landoㅤ congrats dude! very deserved 👏ㅤ𖹭 by author
mercedesamgmotorsportㅤ you deserve this kimi! 🥹
sennabrasilㅤ incrível, kimi! 👏ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ username1 ㅤ ❤️🇧🇷🇮🇹
yourusernameㅤ thank you for returning my dad's trophy 😊ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤ at your service, miss raikkonen 🫡
⤷ username2 ㅤ why are they like this???? 😭😭
⤷ username3ㅤ this is probably going to be my favorite niche joke 🤭
yourusernameㅤ congrats on the win btw!! u deserved ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤ thank u bella 🤍
⤷ username4 ㅤ BELLA??????
⤷ username5ㅤ OH- kimi is shooting his shot
⤷ username6ㅤ they're so cute 💕
username7ㅤ kimi liking everyone who is congratulating him and only replying to ﹫yourusername 👀👀
⤷ username6 ㅤ AND he didn't even like mercedes' comment
⤷ username7 ㅤ my boy has his priorities straight and i respect that 🙇🏽♀️
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yourusernameㅤfeels like a romcom from the 2000s 🇮🇹🤍
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kimimatiasraikkonenㅤ👏👏ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ yourusernameㅤ🤍🤍
username1ㅤ it's so funny that raikkonen only comments with emojis
⤷ yourusername ㅤhe's just a simple man 😔
⤷ username1ㅤ OMG HI GIRL 👋🏻
bestfriendusernameㅤmy pretty girl!!
⤷ yourusernameㅤ🤭🤍
username2ㅤ she's so aesthetic 😍
username3ㅤnot kimi being the first one to like this 🤣
⤷ username4ㅤbro is desperate!!!
kimi.antonelliㅤ italy suits you well ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ yourusernameㅤoh do u think?? ☺️
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤ yes miss raikkonen 🤍
⤷ username5ㅤthis is flirting??? are they flirting???
⤷ username6ㅤoooh i see 🤭🤭 kimi is getting bold!!
username7ㅤ she's so pretty ㅤ𖹭 by author and kimi.antonelli
⤷ username7ㅤ KIMI WHY DID U LIKED??????
kimi.antonelli
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kimi.antonelli 🇮🇹☀️🌊
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username1ㅤwait didn't ﹫yourusername post the same photo on her dump???
⤷ username2ㅤwhat photo??
⤷ username1ㅤthe one on the second slide!!
⤷ username2ㅤOMG it's literally the same photo
username3ㅤi will pretend i didn't notice 🙈
mercedesamgmotorsportㅤ🇮🇹🤍
georgerussell63ㅤlooking good, mate!ㅤ𖹭 by author
username4ㅤgrande kimi 💪🏽
yourusernameㅤoh wowㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤ🤍
⤷ username5ㅤ👀👀
⤷ username6ㅤi don't know if they're doing it on purpose or if they just don't care about hiding it......
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f1gossipㅤ Kimi Antonelli has interacted several times with Y/N Raikkonen (Kimi Raikkonen's daughter) since joking about commenters getting his surname wrong when he won the 2026 Chinese Grand Prix. Fans are speculating that the two may be in a relationship, as they posted the same photo on their recent posts!
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username1ㅤwhy did george and lando like a post on a gossip page?
⤷ username2ㅤ i have a feeling they know something!!!
username3ㅤi think we'll all have to pretend to be surprise when they make their relationship public 😔
username4ㅤthey kind of look good together
⤷ username5ㅤ RIGHT??? they're so cute
username6ㅤi'll never get over kimi calling her miss raikkonen 💔
username7ㅤbwoah
username8ㅤkimi and y/n being in italy and posting the same photo... it really doesn't seem like much of a coincidence to me
⤷ username9ㅤbro... it's destiny
username10ㅤ to think it all started because they got kimi's name wrong
username11ㅤ and y/n saying that being in Italy made her feel like she was in a 2000s romantic comedy.......
kimi.antonelli
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kimi.antonelli date night with ﹫yourusername 🍝🤍
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yourusernameㅤuuh i thought we had an agreement not to post that picture of me 🤨
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤbut u look so cute 🥰
⤷ yourusernameㅤyou're lucky you're cute and that i like you 🙄
⤷ username1ㅤSHE LIKES HIM??!!?!!?
username2ㅤGUYS GUYS PRETEND TO BE SURPRISED 😱😱
⤷ username3ㅤOMG 😱😱
⤷ username4ㅤOH WOOOW I CAN'T BELIEVE IN WHAT I'M SEEING 😱😱😱😱
kimimatiasraikkonenㅤ👏👏
⤷ yourusernameㅤdad???
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤthis means you approve of me???
⤷ kimimatiasraikkonenㅤ👍ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ yourusernameㅤdad— 😭😭
maxverstappen1 congrats on your date, mate 💪ㅤ𖹭 by author
olliebearmanㅤyou didn't even invite me to the date 😔 i thought we had something 💔💔
⤷ yourusernameㅤoh hi ollie!!!
⤷ olliebearmanㅤoh HI Y/N 👋🏻👋🏻
⤷ username5ㅤguys wtf is this 😭😭
⤷ username6ㅤbearnellikonen 💕
username7ㅤnever thought i'd be alive to see kimi antonelli dating kimi raikkonen's daughter
⤷ username8ㅤas madonna once said "life is a mystery"
⤷ username9ㅤomg madonna mentioned ‼️
username10ㅤ they look so cute togetherㅤ𖹭 by author
yourusernameㅤbest date night!!!ㅤ𖹭 by author
⤷ kimi.antonelliㅤonly because it was with you bella
⤷ yourusernameㅤ🤍🤍
⤷ username11ㅤomg 😭😭
⤷ username12ㅤwhe he calls her bella >>>>>
𝒂𝒎𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 hii everyone! hru?? this is the first smau i have ever written, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes! i hope you enjoyed it! <3
hey, could you do one for kimi antonelli where everyone notices how well his family treats his girlfriend?
like, at that recent miami grand prix. she was following his parents around the paddock like a little duckling, and his little sister was glued to her the whole time (plus that super cute kiss they shared when he won the race.)
The Antonelli Effect
Kimi Antonelli x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Kimi wins Miami, and the whole paddock watches his family treat you like one of their own — trailing after his mum, hand‑in‑hand with his little sister, and sealed by the soft, giddy kiss he gives you the moment he takes the win.
Moonlight Radio: I adored that brother-sister moment at the gp, it was so cute
The Miami heat was already doing its best to melt you into the asphalt, but honestly, that wasn’t the reason you were flushed.
It was because you were, once again, trailing behind Kimi Antonelli’s mum like a very devoted, very eager little duckling.
You hadn’t meant for it to become a thing.
But somehow, every time you were in the paddock, you ended up gravitating toward his family like it was gravitational law.
And today? Miami had you in full duckling mode.
“Come on, sweetheart,” his mum laughed, looping her arm through yours as if you’d been part of the family for years. “Shade’s better this way.”
You followed her without hesitation, smiling like an idiot because she always called you sweetheart, and it always made your chest go warm.
Kimi’s little sister, Maggie, was glued to your other side — literally. One hand wrapped around your wrist, the other swinging your joined hands dramatically as she chattered about school, the beach, and how she’d painted her nails McLaren papaya “because it’s lucky.”
You were pretty sure she’d adopted you.
You were also pretty sure you didn’t mind.
Every few minutes, someone would walk past and do a double take.
Because it wasn’t subtle.
You weren’t just tolerated by the Antonellis.
You were claimed.
At one point, Toto Wolff walked by, paused, looked at the three of you, and said, “Ah. The Antonelli women,” before continuing on like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You nearly choked.
Maggie tugged your hand. “Come on, I want to show you the garage! Papa said I can bring you.”
Her parents exchanged a look — the kind that said she’s not going anywhere without you anyway — and waved you off.
And so you went, hand-in-hand with a ten-year-old who had decided you were her emotional support adult.
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Later, In The Garage
Kimi spotted you before you spotted him.
He was still in his fireproofs, hair damp with sweat, eyes bright with that pre-race adrenaline. But the second he saw you, his whole expression softened — that quiet, private smile he only ever gave you.
“Hey,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “You good?”
You nodded. “Your sister kidnapped me.”
“She does that,” he said, but he was smiling like he loved it.
His mum appeared behind you. “She’s been perfect. Honestly, Kimi, she’s easier when your girlfriend is around.”
You blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” she said, squeezing your shoulder. “You’re good for all of us.”
Kimi’s ears went pink.
Yours probably did too.
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The Race
You watched from the garage, Maggie perched on a stool beside you, her small hand wrapped tightly around yours every time Kimi overtook someone.
And when he crossed the finish line — first, unbelievably, beautifully first — the entire garage exploded.
You screamed.
Maggie screamed louder.
His mum hugged you so tightly you lifted off the ground.
And when Kimi ran in, helmet off, grin blinding, he went straight to his family.
But then he saw you.
And everything else blurred.
He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Didn’t care that cameras were everywhere.
He grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you — quick, breathless, joyful — the kind of kiss that tasted like victory and disbelief and you’re the person I want to share this with first.
The garage erupted again, louder this time.
Someone wolf-whistled.
Someone else yelled, “GET IT, ANTONELLI!”
Kimi pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“You saw that?” he whispered, breathless.
“I saw everything,” you said, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
His sister barreled into both of you, hugging your waist. “YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON!”
Kimi laughed, wrapping an arm around her and another around you, pulling you both in.
And that was the moment — the three of you tangled together, sweaty and emotional and glowing — when you realized everyone was staring.
Not in a bad way.
In a soft, knowing way.
Because it was obvious.
The Antonellis didn’t just like you.
They didn’t just approve of you.
They had folded you into their family like you’d always belonged there.
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After The Podium
You were walking back through the paddock, Kimi’s hand in yours, when a group of mechanics passed by.
One of them nudged another. “Look at that. The whole Antonelli clan today.”
Kimi squeezed your hand. “You know they adore you, right?”
You shrugged, shy. “I adore them too.”
He stopped walking, turning to face you fully.
“They treat you like family,” he said softly, “because you are.”
Your heart did a very dramatic, very embarrassing flip.
“And,” he added, leaning in, “because you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
You kissed him again — slower this time, softer, the kind of kiss that wasn’t for cameras or celebration, but for him.
When you pulled back, his sister was waiting impatiently with two ice creams.
“One for you,” she said, handing you the one with extra sprinkles, “because you’re my favourite.”
Kimi groaned. “She’s known you for five minutes.”
Maggie shrugged. “She’s still my favourite.”
Kimi looked at you like he couldn’t even argue with that.
You, George Russell’s sister, keep posting your “friend” Kimi thinking it’s subtle—until Kimi hard-launches you and ruins all the fun. pairing. Russell! fem! reader x Kimi Antonelli warnings. brother’s teammate, established relationship, humor & crack, hard launch, george being drama queen. based on this request; hope you like it!! 🫶🏻
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ynrussell race weekend starter pack 🩵
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user1 omg who’s she?
⤷ user2 just look at her username, she’s george’s younger sis
user3 so pretty omgg
user4 kimi on last slide ??
⤷ user5 I wouldn't really think anything of it, they're probably friends.
⤷ user6 they’re the same age too!!!
georgerussell a person who paid for your vip pass should be also included in the ‘starter pack’
⤷ ynrusell go away oml
ynrussell
ynrussell merc gang 🤙🏻
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user7 kimi and his 🤙🏻 against the world lmaoo
⤷ ynrussell he doesn’t know any other pose that this i’m afraid
⤷ kimi.antonelli 🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻
user8 mercedes princess 😍😍
carmenmundt i’m scared of the last photo 😂
⤷ ynrussell same wtf is wrong w his eyes 😭
⤷ georgerussell what is wrong with YOUR eyes lady?
⤷ user9 sassiest siblings ever 😭
ynrussell
ynrussell quick stop in 🇮🇹 for 🍝 <3
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user10 prettiest 😍
user11 KIMI’S HAND???
⤷ user12 i think so!!!!!
kimi.antonelli nice sunset ❤️ by author
user13 oh so apparently it’s normal for friends to go on date
⤷ user14 because it is normal?
⤷ user15 not when it comes to y/n and kimi
user16 kimi commented so it’s 100% him
user17 fav unconfirmed couple
⤷ user18 👏🏻they’re👏🏻friends👏🏻
user19 george blink twice if this was paid from your money
kimi.antonelli
kimi.antonelli :)❤️
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ynrussell delete this
⤷ kimi.antonelli no
user20 i’m confused
user21 so they ARE dating
user22 lmao kimi got mad when he saw these friends allegations
user23 he hard-launched her ?? that man is down BAD
georgerussell i knew it
⤷ user24 ofc you did george😭
user25 so he confirmed the rumors or what’s going onn😭
ynrussell
ynrussell 8 months together 🤍
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kimi.antonelli i love you ❤️
⤷ ynrussell i love you too even though you ruined all the fun🙄
user26 so they have been together all this time? 😭
⤷ user27 i thought they got together shortly before kimi hard launched her omg
Summary: A little smau about all the times Kimi has been simping about you over the radio, featuring poor Bono just trying to do his job.
Tags: fluff, humor, established relationship
Warnings: swearing
Other drivers: Radio Check | Masterlist
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antonellisradio Kimi’s radio just hours after the picture of him and Y/N kissing was posted by the official Mercedes instagram account! 🩶🥹
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username now i finally get what people mean when they say puppy love
username Oh to be young and in love for the first time again 😭
username 18yo old boys at my school should take notes fr
username Ikr, Kimi’s so fucking successful at 18 and yet he’s such a lil puppy in love AND PROUD OF IT
olliebearman When you simp so hard you gotta belt out some tswift
kimi.antonelli I swear I switched off the radio!!!
yourusername I’m glad you didn’t ❤️
kimi.antonelli ❤️❤️❤️
username i feel sick
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antonellisradio Kimi’s radio after his first ever podium in Canada! Congrats on P3, Kimi!🇨🇦🩶
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username Guy got everything he worked his whole life for just to say chilling with his girl AT SCHOOL is better
username it’s moments like these that remind you he’s basically still a kid in a race car
maxverstappen1 Rookie mistake
kimi.antonelli MATE!!!
yourusername Big words after telling me you’d sometimes rather spend time at home with the cats
username Clocked him real fast lmao
username not her exposing max 😭😭 ain’t no one tryna attack her man
antonellisradio
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antonellisradio Kimi’s radio after his DNF in Japan today. 😢
Also, isn’t Bono just the sweetest sometimes? 🩶
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username the whole team is always so so soft with him i’m gonna cry 😭
username Lmao yeah, a rookie winning a race. Shouldn’t promise such bullshit to begin with.
username Do you ever get tired?
username Of?
username Living with your pathetic self.
username Find someone who loves you the way Kimi loves Y/N
username it actually looked like he had tears in his eyes, he didn’t want to disappoint her 😭
username everyone in this comment section is so fucking dramatic istg, this shit happens in F1 and if he can’t deal with it he doesn’t belong there
yourusername Wow, you must be very miserable ❤️ by author
username Y/N defending Kimi as always 🥹
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antonellisradio Kimi’s first radio after the summer break is here! Seems like he’s still stuck in the summer with Y/N.
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username I think Bono needs another summer break after this conversation lmao
username imagine going to work just to get terrorised by a 18yo kid
bono 💔
kimi.antonelli I’m sorry mate
username not Bono lurking in the comments 😭
username omg he’s such a lovesick fool
username Hey God it’s me again 🙏🏻
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antonellisradio Baku, Q3: Another DNF for Kimi after he crashed into the wall. However, where he was holding back tears last time, he’s still able to joke about it this time.
Bono was there too, I guess.
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username y’all gotta go actually listen to this istg bono was so fucking done
username ikr the way he mumbled that last one to himself, simply defeated
yourusername This whole convo just further proved my point, greenest flag there is @/kimi.antonelli ❤️
kimi.antonelli You’re just too sweet to me, amore mio ❤️
georgerussell63 You guys talk like an old married couple
kimi.antonelli Well we’re going to be one, one day
username that’s it. i’m deceased.
mercedesamgf1 @/bono, please don’t leave us. We promise it’s gonna get better. Just hang in there.
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Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! (For a particular driver or every version is up to you!)
after five races in a row, kimi antonelli feels like he’s on top of the world. at the end of the day, though, he might just be on top of you — and, if we're being honest, absolutely determined to stay there.
genre: smut.
warnings: explicit sexual content, fluff, emotional intimacy, established relationship, praise kink, breast play, hair pulling, face sitting, fingering, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, light crying, teasing, competitive behavior, and strong language.
word count: 5.7k
a/n: 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃 honestly, i have no words. and this isn't proofread, so there are probably mistakes and other nonsense lurking around in here. anyway. ANYWAY. enjoy.
Kimi makes things especially difficult for you because throughout the entire day of celebrations, he only ever gets close enough to brush against you before being whisked away somewhere else. You don't mind, of course. This is an important moment — not just for him, but for the entire team. Everyone is celebrating. Everyone is happy.
That doesn't stop you from shivering every time he gets close enough to touch you. Or from feeling like your knees might completely give out whenever he throws one of those looks your way, eyebrow arched and grin already forming.
Damn him. That damned boy. He's doing this on purpose.
Everything gets infinitely worse when, because he's an idiot, he throws himself into the Monaco harbor to honor the winners' tradition and comes back looking like Mr. Darcy emerging from the lake. Well. A slightly sillier Mr. Darcy. And a much hotter one.
His Mercedes shirt is absolutely soaked, clinging to him in a way that should probably be illegal. Every line of his stomach is suddenly visible beneath the fabric, and your brain immediately starts thinking about—
No. Absolutely not. You are trying to be supportive. You are trying to be normal. You are trying very hard not to stare.
"Oh, come on," you mutter to yourself as he runs a hand through his dripping hair.
Because honestly? There should be regulations against looking like that. Especially when he keeps catching you staring and smiling about it.
“I'd give all my money to know what's going on inside this head,” he says, tapping your forehead with his index finger while biting his lower lip.
Your cheeks immediately burst into flames. Your hand drops to his shoulders, to the soaked fabric of his shirt, and you shake your head.
“I'm not thinking about anything. Nothing at all,” you insist, pointedly avoiding his gaze.
Kimi narrows his eyes.
“Thinking about those five times I'm going to make you come later?” he asks.
Evil. Absolutely evil. Your eyes go wide, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth.
“Kimi! We're in public! Shut up!” you hiss.
He only laughs against your palm.
Slowly, you pull your hand away. Somewhere nearby, someone from the team notices the two of you and snaps a picture. A second later, Kimi wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him.
Completely soaked.
Which means you're completely soaked too.
You want to complain. You're wearing a brand-new outfit, after all. But then his mouth is on yours and suddenly, there isn't a single coherent thought left inside your head.
The moment you get home, everything goes to hell.
Kimi doesn't even give you a chance to think before sliding his hands beneath your shirt and steering you toward the couch. He kisses you with so much enthusiasm that all you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. It's one of those kisses. The kind that make your toes curl and leave you feeling like you might actually float away. The kind that fill your stomach with butterflies while awakening something warm and restless deep inside you.
Unfortunately, somebody has to be the rational one here, and you know for a fact it won't be the man who's still floating on a cloud of post-victory euphoria. So, reluctantly, you pull back. Just a little. Kimi doesn't understand. He immediately tries to follow you, but you stop him by pressing a finger against his lips.
A deeply offended sound escapes him.
“Baby. Baby. I—” He moves your hand away and kisses you. You try again. “The door.” Another kiss. “Baby.” Kiss. You grab his face between both hands and wrinkle your nose. “Baby!”
He tips his head back with an exasperated huff, rolling his eyes. Then he lets go of you, turns on his heel, and literally runs to the front door. He slams it shut and locks it like a man with a personal vendetta against doors before turning back around. You're already waiting for him, arms open. The sight makes him stop for half a second.
“Well, now we can finally…— Hey!” You were about to kiss him, for God's sake.
But now one of his arms is hooked beneath your legs, and somehow you're suddenly in his arms without having the slightest idea when that happened.
Apparently, Kimi has given up on the couch. He's also given up on conversation.
As you cling to his neck, eyes slightly wide — because, fuck... that's hot — he marches straight toward the bedroom with the kind of determination usually reserved for race strategy meetings. Not a single word. Not a single ounce of hesitation. Just a very clear objective.
“So... what's going on?” you ask, peering over his shoulder.
Kimi shrugs.
“That door cost me about ten seconds,” he replies without missing a beat. “I can no longer afford to give you the quick make-out session I originally had planned.”
“Oh? There were plans?”
“Well, obviously.” He gives you a look. “You see, I've been half-hard ever since I kissed you at the harbor.”
Oh, fucking fuck.
He tosses you onto the bed, earning a surprised squeak from you. Kimi doesn't even bother taking off his shirt. His mouth is on yours before you can ask another question, stealing a heated kiss from you as his hand slips beneath your shirt once again without an ounce of shame. None!
You let your fingers tangle in his hair, and Kimi lets out something dangerously close to a groan against your lips because he likes feeling your nails scrape against his scalp.
Likes it so much it's almost ridiculous.
You remember the first time you discovered it by accident — the way you'd instinctively grabbed at his hair after he'd done something particularly unfair with his hands and mouth, only to feel him freeze beneath you for a split second.
That had been all the confirmation you needed.
Unfortunately, discovering Kimi's weakness also means learning about retaliation. And right now, his hand drifts beneath the fabric just below your bra without ever quite touching your skin. Close enough to make your breath hitch. Not close enough to satisfy. So fucking unfair.
You let him. You let all of it happen because today is his day.
“What happened to my little complainer?” he asks between kisses, his mouth moving from yours to your cheek and then down to your jaw.
A soft laugh escapes you, and you drag your nails a little deeper through his hair. Kimi nearly melts.
“Don't do that...” he purrs, though there's absolutely no conviction behind the words.
You smile.
“I don't have a single complaint today, Grand Slam.” The smile tugging at your lips is impossible to hide. “Besides, don't you have a promise to keep?”
His kisses trail down to the exposed skin near your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt dips lower. Small nips against your skin send a shiver through you, anticipation curling low in your stomach.
He nods.
“I do,” he murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine.
His mouth brushes over the curve of your covered chest before trailing lower, over your shirt, down and down until he reaches your stomach. Then Kimi lifts his head slightly… And stops. You can see his breathing deepen, his chest rising and falling as though he's bracing himself for something significant.
His hands find the hem of your shirt, and his first instinct is simply to pull it upward.
The movement is slightly unsteady. Kimi doesn't quite know what to do with the sheer amount of want coursing through him. Still, he lifts the fabric slowly, exposing your skin inch by inch.
Your breathing turns uneven.
Another wave of shivers follows, sparked by the friction of the fabric against your skin. Kimi lowers himself again, settling comfortably between your legs before pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your waist. Your eyes flutter shut. He keeps going… A kiss to your stomach. Then another. Slowly, unhurriedly, he traces a path from one side to the other, following the line of your waist as though he has all the time in the world.
He lifts your shirt a little higher, and you have to shift to help him, but Kimi never stops pressing kisses to your skin. Every inch of it. And when your hand finds the back of his neck, it feels almost like a plea. Please don't stop. He isn't going to. Not yet.
Kimi lifts himself up again only to help you pull the shirt over your head, carefully guiding it past your hair. The sight alone seems to steal the air from his lungs. He doesn't toss the shirt aside. He sets it down. A little wrinkled, maybe, but set down all the same.
Then he looks back at you.
That's what destroys you. The way he looks at you. The way his gaze lingers on your partially bare torso as though he's staring at the trophy waiting at the top step of the podium.
You bite your lower lip. Kimi swallows hard.
The choice is yours.
You push yourself upright, sitting on the bed as you hold his gaze. Your hands move behind your back and undo the clasp. The straps slide slowly from your shoulders until you can take the garment in your hands.
You're about to say something. Kimi doesn't let you. Again.
He kisses you like a starving man, one hand finding your waist once again with the apparent goal of pulling you even closer. As if that were possible. How could you possibly get any closer than this?
Oh, Kimi has an idea.
Without breaking the kiss, he grabs your bra and tosses it in the general direction of the rest of your clothes. Whether it actually lands anywhere near them is anyone's guess. Kimi isn't looking. He's far too distracted for that.
Instead, he shifts your positions. Suddenly, you're sitting in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist while he pulls back just long enough to drag his own shirt over his head.
You don't get the chance to properly admire the strong line of his arms or the abs you've always been far too fond of. Your lips are already together again. Your tongues are a mess, the kiss so sloppy it feels almost impossible to keep up with, but you don't care. Your hand finds its way to his back, your nails dragging lightly across the expanse as though searching for yet another way to get even closer.
Then he stops kissing you.
His mouth travels lower.
Back to your neck. He leaves a bite there, as though he's trying to carve himself into your soul, and a soft sound escapes you. He's not satisfied. Kimi bites a little harder. This time, the sound he draws from you is louder, and your arms tighten instinctively around him.
His hand moves upward. He doesn't linger. He doesn't hesitate.
He simply cups your breast in his palm, your nipple slipping between his fingers before he gives it a gentle tug, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. The sensation alone is almost too much. He squeezes a little harder, and somehow that still isn't enough for him.
Kimi pushes you back just enough to create some space, then immediately closes the distance again, his mouth taking the place his hand had occupied only moments before. Your head falls back helplessly, your eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you can't remember how you'd ever managed to keep them open in the first place.
The thing about Kimi is that he's never in just one place.
While his tongue flicks over your nipple, effectively obliterating the last surviving fragment of your sanity, the hand that had been resting on your waist tightens enough for you to know there'll be finger-shaped marks there tomorrow.
“I thought you were planning on doing other things...” you manage between a breathless laugh and a gasp, mostly because you enjoy distracting him.
Critical error.
Kimi sucks harder, the sharp sting making your nails rake across his skin. He lets out a low laugh before lifting his head and brushing his lips against your chin.
“Could you be quiet for a second?” he says, his voice muffled against your skin. “I'm having a very serious discussion down here. Quiet.”
“With that strategy,” you say, the words requiring considerably more effort than they should have, “you're not getting anywhere close to those five times.”
His hand closes around your throat, and a second later your back hits the mattress. There goes your ability to breathe.
“You want those five times? Fine.” he says, dark curls falling into his eyes as he hovers over you. “You're going to get your five times.”
A nearly wicked smile spreads across your face because you know exactly what you've just set into motion. Your entire body burns with anticipation, and your legs instinctively try to draw together in search of some kind of relief.
Kimi notices immediately.
“Open.”
His hand moves to the button of your jeans, undoing it without taking his eyes off yours. You actually obey, parting your legs a little wider, only to watch his jaw tighten, his self-control hanging by a thread.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, exposing a glimpse of the fabric beneath. For a moment, it almost looks like he's trying to be patient. Almost. Then he abandons the effort entirely. He drags both garments down in one motion, letting them slide along your legs. And damn it, he'd like to treat them with the same care he'd shown the clothes he'd taken off before. He really would. But Kimi can't take it anymore.
He lets everything fall to the floor.
With his hands wrapped around your ankles, he lifts your legs slightly and leans forward at the same time. The movement is simple. His hands glide up your calves until they reach the backs of your knees. His lips find the top of your left knee, leaving a gentle kiss against your skin.
Finally, his eyes land exactly where they've wanted to be ever since he stepped down from that podium.
“Fuck,” he murmurs.
“See something you like?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, that smile still hiding behind your bitten lower lip.
Kimi looks up at you. Flat. One eyebrow rises. You raise yours right back. Then, completely catching you off guard, he slides two fingers inside you and curls them just right, forcing your eyes shut as your back arches off the mattress.
Your lips part around a soundless gasp. One hand tangles in the bedsheets.
“Asshole...” you breathe.
Now it's his smile hiding behind a bitten lip. He leans over you, his hand remaining exactly where it is.
“What were you saying?” he murmurs, bringing his mouth closer to yours.
“I was saying tha—” You don't get to finish.
He curls his fingers the same way again.
A helpless sound escapes you, and you wrap one arm around him for support while the other remains trembling against the bed.
The bastard laughs. Actually laughs.
Fuck.
“You're so sensitive,” he says, stealing a quick kiss. Down below, he pulls his fingers back just halfway before sliding them inside you again. The sound that leaves you is positively obscene. “And you're so wet it's almost ridiculous…”
“Kimi... love...” you moan, involuntarily rolling your hips against his hand in search of more.
That's when his thumb finds your clit, and your legs threaten to close because, fuck. He moves slowly. Painfully slowly. So slowly that it makes you shiver.
“I know, love. I know...” he murmurs, sounding almost apologetic.
The kiss he gives you is just as slow as the movement of his fingers. In and out. At the same time, his teeth graze your lower lip in a gentle bite that draws a whimper from you.
“You want it faster?” he whispers against your mouth.
All you can manage is a breathless nod. Once again, he laughs. And then he gives in.
His fingers speed up, driving deeper, curling in that maddening way that has you grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him closer. Because when you come, you want to be kissing him.
He knows that.
“Come on, love. You can come for me,” he murmurs, his thumb moving with a practiced confidence.
He knows exactly what works.
You come apart from the combination of everything — his fingers, his voice, the permission… Fuck. Your vision goes white. Your breath vanishes. It feels like being struck by lightning. Your legs tighten around his hand as the world slowly begins to make sense again, your body struggling to remember how to function.
Kimi keeps you suspended in that feeling for a little longer, until you're far too sensitive to let him continue. Then, slowly — earning a soft sound from you in the process — he withdraws his fingers. He brings them to his mouth and runs his tongue between them.
“That’s one,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Hm?” you ask, still breathless.
“The first one.” Another kiss lands on your cheek. “I still have four more to get out of you.”
Kimi drops onto the bed beside you, his head sinking into the pillow. All you can do is follow the movement with your eyes, seemingly incapable of moving much yourself. Your legs feel like jelly, and for a moment, you genuinely think you might not have the strength to continue with the rest of your day. And he says there are still four left...
You're so boneless you can barely process the thought.
“Are you just going to lie there?” he asks, poking your shoulder with his index finger.
“What exactly do you expect me to do?” you reply, covering your eyes with your forearm. “I'm dead.”
He pokes you again.
“So dramatic. We haven't even started yet. Come on. Come here. You've got this.”
You lower your arm and meet his gaze.
Kimi wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You immediately shake your head, finally attempting to push yourself up onto your elbows.
“There she is. Hi,” he says, the idiot, holding his arms out toward you.
With considerable effort, you drag yourself toward him and let your body collapse on top of his. Kimi immediately reaches up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“You okay? Yeah?” he asks. When you nod, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Very good.” Another kiss. “Now sit on my face.”
You blink.
“What?”
“You heard me. Come on. We don't have time to waste.”
And now he's nudging you gently, as though encouraging you to do exactly what he just suggested. Your mouth falls open in disbelief because… What an absolute menace. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time. But the context of the conversation somehow makes it worse. You let out a slow breath and finally pull back enough to look at him properly.
“I am not taking responsibility if you suffocate,” you warn, pointing a finger at his chest.
The smile he gives you could probably power the entire universe.
“I'd die a very happy man if I were suffocated by your thighs.”
And somehow, after everything that is what makes you blush. You roll your eyes and look away.
“I'd argue with you,” you say, swallowing hard as you adjust your legs around him, settling onto his stomach, “but I think it's probably better if you stay quiet.”
From where he's lying, Kimi licks his lips, his gaze traveling slowly over your bare body with a devotion that sends another shiver through you, as though he were touching you already.
Naturally, that familiar feeling returns immediately. That restless ache. That impossible desire to pull him closer still, until he becomes an inseparable part of you.
“Better for who?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.
“For my sanity,” you answer softly, already beginning to lift yourself.
Kimi helps guide you, his hands pressing gently against your hips until you're positioned exactly where he wants you, your legs on either side of his head. He bites his lower lip and lets out a slow breath. The warm air brushes against your skin, drawing a quiet sigh from you.
With a little more pressure, his hands tighten around your hips before sliding farther back. That way, he can lower you slowly until… Until his mouth is there.
It's only a touch. Just the first contact. And Kimi knows he made the right decision saving this for number two, because your legs are already weak enough that supporting your own weight feels like an impossible task. In fact, the moment his tongue slips out and traces along you, so close that there's nowhere left to escape the sensation, all you can do is let out a helpless sound and pitch forward, forcing yourself to brace against the headboard for support.
Oh, and Kimi is in heaven. Kimi is absolutely in heaven.
If you knew how good you tasted, you'd never leave his mouth again. Never be selfish enough to let him wander off and live a life anywhere else when he could remain permanently attached to this particular part of you.
Because, fuck.
His tongue finds a rhythm. The way he manages it, he lets it slip inside you once, twice, three times before dragging it back up again. You're trembling above him. And Kimi is so hard it hurts. It takes an almost inhuman amount of self-control not to completely lose himself over how good you are.
He circles that sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, slowly at first. That's when one of your hands finds its way into his hair. Kimi lets out a low sound that vibrates through you, and somehow that only encourages him further.
His pace quickens.
The room fills with the evidence of his enthusiasm, and you— God. You don't stand a chance. Drawn forward by the sensation, you roll your hips against him without thinking.
Kimi groans again. Your fingers tighten in his hair. Something in his expression changes. He suddenly stills, one hand gripping your thigh a little tighter.
“O-Okay?” you ask, glancing down.
His hands tighten around your thighs. One second passes. Then another. No answer.
The answer comes in the form of renewed determination. You look toward the ceiling, your breath catching as he resumes, and before long that relentless rhythm is threatening to steal every coherent thought you have left. Kimi only needs a few more seconds before you completely fall apart.
This one hits harder than the last.
The force of it leaves you shaking, collapsing fully against the headboard as you struggle to catch your breath, sensitive and overwhelmed.
For a moment, you think Kimi is finally going to stop. He doesn't. He stays exactly where he is. Both arms wrap around your waist, holding you firmly in place while he continues at the same relentless pace, even as you try to remember how to function.
“Love... love...” you complain, a tear threatening to spill over. “It's too much...”
He doesn't stop. Your fingers tighten around the wood of the headboard, and a cry escapes you when he doubles down.
You're so sensitive. So unbearably sensitive.
By the time another wave crashes through you, all you can do is press your forehead against the wood and let it carry you away.
Finally. Finally, he stops.
You hear the sound of his head dropping back against the bed and the heavy breathing of someone who's just run two marathons.
“Two and three...” he murmurs, his lips glistening.
What is he even talking about?
Your brain is little more than a faint buzz at this point. You're so out of it that you barely notice when he gently lifts you off him and settles you back onto the bed. Kimi runs a hand through his hair and rolls closer until he's practically pressed against you, burying his face in your neck.
“I'm listening to your heartbeat. Alive,” he whispers.
And somehow, incredibly, you manage a tired little laugh.
“These trophies are really getting to your head, babe...” you murmur.
He wrinkles his nose, a small smile tugging at his lips, and lifts his head just enough to look at you from up close. A groan escapes you. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a long sigh.
“What?” he asks, brushing his nose against your cheek.
“You look so pretty...” you admit without opening your eyes.
“And that's why you closed your eyes?”
You nod.
“I can't stand looking at you.”
He laughs.
“And what's so pretty?”
“Everything.”
His smile grows. A kiss lands on your cheek. Then another on the tip of your nose. Slowly, you open your eyes, and a soft sigh escapes you because he's right there.
So close.
Your hand drifts up to his face, resting briefly against his chin before your fingers brush over his cheekbones.
“Your cheeks are red,” you murmur. “And your mouth... really, really red...”
Your gaze drifts upward lazily toward his curls, and you laugh again.
“Your hair...” You shake your head fondly. “Beautiful. An absolute mess.”
Kimi settles into your hand, leaning into the touch while never taking his eyes off you. His tongue drags slowly across his lower lip.
“I saw you looking at me earlier. Up on the podium.”
“Did you?”
He nods.
“What were you thinking?”
“Hm...” You purse your lips, pretending to consider the question. “That you're the best driver on the grid. And that if anyone was going to break records at your age, it should be you.”
Kimi blinks. Then bites his lower lip.
“I thought I'd never been so proud of someone in my entire life.” Your thumb brushes lightly across his cheek. “And that you deserve every second of this.”
Now it's his hand that rises to your face. His palm cups your jaw, and with gentle pressure, he draws you closer once again. He presses a soft kiss to your lips and brushes his nose against yours.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
You smile, your hand finding the back of his neck as you lean in for another kiss. The contact is firmer this time. Kimi isn't teasing anymore. But neither is there any trace of his usual provocation.
No.
He's simply kissing you. Careful. Gentle. Like someone who knows exactly what he's doing. A love letter in the form of a kiss. You remember what it was like in the beginning, when you shared that first kiss. He'd always been careful. Always been a very good kisser. But somewhere along the way, something changed. It stopped being about technique and became... this.
Became this warm, safe feeling that wakes up inside you every single time.
His hand is warm against your back as it slides down to the base of your spine. You know he's been holding himself back until now. You know he's been savoring the moment. You also know it probably hasn't been particularly comfortable for him. So, even as you're kissing him, your hand drifts down to the fastening of his jeans, still far too tight, growing less forgiving with every passing minute.
Kimi doesn't question it. He doesn't make a joke. He simply lets you undo the button and zipper, helping with his own hands as he pushes the fabric lower. With his feet, he finishes pulling everything off, dragging the fabric down his legs until it ends up somewhere on the floor, leaving him completely bare.
You hook a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, and feel him brush against you — warm, hard, and almost feverish with anticipation. Kimi hisses. Your hand slips between the two of you, and when you touch him, a shaky groan spills against your mouth.
You swallow the sound.
Like you've done this a thousand times before, you guide him where he needs to be, and Kimi takes care of the rest. He rolls his hips forward, and the familiar feeling has you tightening your arms around him, holding him close. You stop kissing him only to hide your face in the curve of his neck.
Then he starts to move.
“Ah, fuck...” he murmurs, breathless.
“What?” you ask, brushing your nose against the skin of his neck before a helpless sound escapes you.
Kimi's arms tighten around you, drawing you even closer.
“You,” he says, still short of breath. “Us. Today. Fuck, it's the best day of my life.”
A rough laugh slips from your throat. You kiss him, brushing the damp hair away from his forehead. Then you press a kiss to his forehead too, but the sweet moment is quickly interrupted by his movements, and you're forced to cling to him again.
This time, it's Kimi who laughs softly. But you tighten around him, and he immediately grits his teeth, going completely still.
“Hey!” you complain.
“Don't do that. You're going to kill me.”
A smile spreads across your face as you rest your forehead against his.
“Start moving again, Grand Slam.”
And he does. The motion draws a quiet sigh from you.
“That nickname is so ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. “I'm a champion.”
A laugh bursts out of you, and a second later your lips are on his again. And you're so happy. And he's so happy. And everything feels so warm and wonderful that you can hardly believe this is your life. That you get to hold this boy in your arms while he—
While he—
The thought never quite finishes forming.
His hand slips between the two of you once more, and the sudden sensation has you clutching at him instinctively, your vision threatening to blur.
“Love... fuck. That feels so good...” you mumble, the words running together.
He speeds up just a little. Just enough. The combination of everything, the warmth, the closeness, the way he's holding you, sends another wave crashing through you.
Your breath catches. The room tilts. You have to hold on to him tighter.
“Four,” he declares, arching an eyebrow as his head drops onto your shoulder, one hand spread wide across your back.
Gentle once again, he rolls you back onto the bed, easing you down onto the mattress before adjusting the pillow beneath your head to make sure you're completely comfortable.
Even though your body feels almost numb, he still takes care of you, making sure you're alright.
His eyes meet yours, and you nod.
He settles himself between your legs, and when he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours, you know you don't have to do anything else. Kimi will take care of everything.
The boy who won five races in a row. The boy who has won your heart more times than you could ever count. The boy you love so much that sometimes it feels like your chest might burst from it. You know he'll take care of everything.
Even though you're still incredibly sensitive, your eyes drift shut the moment you feel him again. This time, Kimi doesn't make any effort to hold himself back. The moment is quiet, almost as though he's searching for something. He moves slowly at first, and your eyes squeeze shut.
His pace isn't frantic.
If anything, for the first time all day, it feels like this is just a little bit about him, and he's trying to reach something specific. Your lips purse, and you feel the first tear slip down your cheek.
Kimi brushes it away with his thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“My love, I'm sorry... I need... I...” he says, the words falling apart before he can make sense of them.
Then the rhythm breaks. His movements lose their careful order. A little faster now. Gradually.
“It’s okay, love. It’s okay,” you say, your hand finding its way into his hair, right to the spot he can never resist.
Right there. His favorite place. Kimi knows he’s not going to last. Kimi knows he can’t keep holding on much longer. But there’s one last thing...
He can only do what he did before. His mind, drained of coherent thought by the overwhelming haze of pleasure, leaves him running on instinct alone.
His hand trembles.
A groan escapes him when he hears one slip from you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s trying. And the sight of his face drawn tight because of you, the way his thumb moves with determined precision, the sweat trailing down his neck toward his chest...
God. You lose yourself all over again. A soft cry escapes you. Another tear slips from the corner of your eye. And while you cling to him, Kimi manages only a couple more movements before he groans too.
Desperate.
Finally reaching the peak he’d saved for the very end.
And then— He falls apart on top of you.
“Holy fuck...” he murmurs, completely wrecked. “Five.”
Your eyes are closed, your arms spread out, your hair fanned across the pillow when your leg suddenly twitches in a rather embarrassing spasm.
He smiles and wrinkles his nose.
“Still feeling it?”
“Shut up,” you mumble, completely without strength.
“I’m going to get some water in a second...” he says, swallowing hard as he pulls you into a hug.
“Love, you don’t have to...”
“Shhhh,” he complains.
You fall silent. Kimi hugs you a little tighter, and with a sigh, he does his best to lift his upper body, a task that seems to require every last bit of strength he has left.
You don't complain. You don't stop him. Not because you want him doing all these things for you, but because… Because...
Uh.
Why, exactly?
Your head lolls to the side, your eyes already closed, and you vaguely get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you're falling asleep. The sound of a glass being set down on the nightstand doesn't register at all.
But you do hear Kimi's quiet little laugh. The cool sensation of a damp towel against your skin doesn't wake you either. Nothing does. But you remember hearing the air conditioner click on. And you remember the moment you instinctively cling to Kimi when he lies back down beside you. You remember the soft blanket he pulls over both of you. And you remember mumbling something along the lines of:
𖤓 when a mercedes engineering intern is assigned to george russell’s side of the garage, she’s too busy trying not to mess anything up to notice the attention she’s getting, especially from a certain rookie who keeps finding excuses to be around.
𖤓 kimi antonelli x fem!reader, mercedes intern au, paddock au, oblivious!reader, soft + humour, smau + written (multi-part), face claim: Haerin from newjeans
𖤓 note: this is my first time writing so please be nice 😭 also i’m not an engineering student, so if anything is inaccurate or doesn’t fully make sense… just go with it.
𖤓 Listen to “you belong with me” when reading this!
Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part Five
Subject: Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team – Summer Internship Offer
Dear Y/N L/N,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been successful in your application for the Summer Engineering Internship with the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team.
During your placement, you will be working closely with members of our race engineering team, supporting various aspects of data analysis, performance evaluation, and garage operations. You will be primarily assigned to the car crew on George Russell’s side of the garage.
We look forward to welcoming you to the team.
Kind regards,
Early Careers Team
Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team
The paddock at Silverstone was a living thing.
You felt it the second you ducked under the barriers, your lanyard swinging against your ribs like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with everything at once: burning rubber, race fuel, frying onions from the food trucks, and something sweeter underneath, like freshly cut grass baked in July sun. Overhead, helicopters chopped the sky into pieces, ferrying people who probably had never waited in a security line in their lives. You were not one of those people. You were, in fact, power-walking so fast that your tote bag kept sliding off your shoulder, narrowly missing a man carrying what looked like a very expensive camera lens. "Sorry! So sorry — thank you — sorry —" you say before he was already gone.
The garages stretched out in a long row, each one a kingdom of its own. Ferrari red. McLaren papaya. Aston Martin green. And there, three doors down, the silver arrow of Mercedes, sleek and cold as a scalpel. Your chest squeezed just by the sight of it.
Don't mess up. Don't mess up. Don't mess up.
You ducked into the Mercedes garage and immediately felt the temperature drop — air conditioning cranked to combat the British summer, mixing with the smell of hot brakes and nervous sweat. The floor was spotless grey concrete, marked with coloured tape to keep people where they belonged. Mechanics in white or black shirts moved with surgical precision, speaking into headsets, tapping tablets, adjusting things you couldn't even name. A woman with sharp eyes and a laminated badge spotted you first. “You're the intern. George's side," she says as she walks without looking back to check on you. "Yes. I'm Y/N. Hi" you say as you follow her.
"Don't touch anything."
Don't touch anything. Good. That was easy. You could do that.
You spent the next four hours doing exactly that — standing two steps behind George Russell's senior engineer, absorbing information like a sponge that was desperately trying not to drown. You handed the tools when asked. You took notes on a tablet until your thumbs ached. You learned where the coffee machine was (critical) and which mechanics didn't like being spoken to before 10 AM (most of them). By the time you were sent to grab a data printout from the engineering room at the far end of the garage row, your brain felt like static. You were walking fast. Too fast. Eyes on the concrete floor, replaying torque specs in your head, mentally rearranging the wiring diagram you'd been shown an hour ago: Sixty-two newton meters. Sixty-two. Not sixty-three. Sixty-two —
You turned the corner and walked directly into someone hard. Your tablet clattered to the ground. A water bottle went rolling. You stumbled back, arms flailing, and would have landed on your ass if two hands hadn't shot out to catch you by the elbows.
"Whoa — sorry — I wasn't —" you say, looking up.
Dark curls. Brown eyes wide with surprise. A Mercedes polo shirt with the sleeves pushed up. A jaw that looked like it had been carved by someone with a very specific aesthetic vision. You knew this face. You'd seen it on screens, on posters, on the paddock entry list you'd memorised last night at 2 AM.
Andrea Kimi Antonelli. The rookie who was leading the championship. The one everyone was watching.
He was holding you like you weighed nothing, his fingers warm through the thin fabric of your sleeves. His mouth was slightly open, like he'd been about to say something and forgotten how words worked.
"You're —" he started. "I'm so sorry," you interrupted, already pulling away, already bending down to grab your tablet, already moving. "That was completely my fault. I wasn't looking. Are you okay? Sorry — I have to — I have to get this to —" You were already backing away, clutching the tablet to your chest like a shield. Kimi blinked; his hand was still half-extended from catching you. "It's fine. Don't worry. Are you —"
"Fine! Totally fine. Thank you. Sorry again," you say as you rush out without looking back.
Kimi stood there for a long three seconds. His water bottle was still rolling slowly across the floor. No one had picked it up. He was still staring at the spot where you'd disappeared around the corner. "Who was that?" he asked aloud, to no one. A passing mechanic shrugged as they said, "New intern. George's side." Kimi nodded slowly before bending down, picking up his water bottle, and walking back to his side of the garage. He didn't say another word for the rest of the walk. But he was smiling.
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yourusername hey look! that’s me! ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ yourusername kimi.antonelli see how easy it was for me to mention you in my caption?
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername OKAY I GET IT.
olliebearman @ kimi.antonelli i’d let you photograph me & i’d credit you properly 😳
⤷ @ olliebearman kimi.antonelli and how does that benefit me
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli olliebearman it’s because i’m not y/n isn’t it
⤷ @ olliebearman kimi.antonelli ?
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli olliebearman i know who you are, so don’t ‘?’ me little boy…
⤷ @ olliebearman kimi.antonelli ????
user2 @ user1 holy shuzz… i like this magic trick…
⤷ @ user2 user1 WHAT DID I TELL UUUU
user3 yup just casually posting with similar captions (67 mention) and casually bickering in each other’s comment sections like the GOOD friends they are 😂😂😂
⤷ @ user3 user4 except one of them always posts a certain individual in every post ✌️😂
⤷ @ user4 user5 MIGHT JUST BE ME BUT I SWEAR SHE NEVER POSTS HIM.
⤷ @ user5 user4 yk what they say, it only takes one to declare their love for the other 🤫
⤷ @ user4 user3 get your corny ass out of my replies .
⤷ @ user3 user4 ALRIGHT BRO.
user6 oh man kimi finally posted! i wonder who else is here!
⤷ @ user6 user1 ground rule on kimi's page: you WILL see y/n everywhere in some way shape or form.
⤷ @ user1 user2 hello this isn't a magic trick then if it's already established...?
⤷ @ user2 user1 CAN U FIND SMTH ELSE BETTER TO DO
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kimi.antonelli culprit who emptied out my wallet
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gabrielbortoleto_ and you can’t lend me 50 cent?
⤷ @ gabrielbortoleto_ kimi.antonelli i’m afraid that’s not something i can do… caption…
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli gabrielbortoleto_ Oh ik.
⤷ @ gabrielbortoleto_ user3 please say you know something we don’t plsplslslspls
jackdoohan you have to do what you need to do to make the lady happy 🫡
⤷ @ jackdoohan kimi.antonelli i’m just a kind hearted soul, aren’t i
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli olliebearman kind hearted to selective people.
user3 gabi… jack… ollie… pls i need this….
⤷ @ user3 user2 what if this is all apart of their plan and we are hopelessly falling for it
⤷ @ user2 user3 AND I STILL WOULD LIKE TO BELIEVE IN THE POTENTIAL THEY HAVE.
user7 andandand he got her a skullpanda 🥹
⤷ @ user7 user8 the fact that she put it instantly on her bag too…
⤷ @ user8 user6 gotta show off all the prizeS amirite 😂✌️😂✌️
user9 honestly you could've fooled me and said this was y/n’s page, i would believe you without a SINGLE doubt 😭
⤷ @ user9 user8 like wdym you come back every couple of months to just drop a pic of you and y/n EVERY. SINGLE. TIME?
⤷ @ user8 user4 it's like clockwork i swear
⤷ @ user4 user3 see u guys in the next 6 months because we got spoiled this week 😢
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yourusername 🍀 lucky charm @ kimi.antonelli ?
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kimi.antonelli gambling Here i come! ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername get me a secret next time then 😛
⤷ @ yourusername kimi.antonelli you’re really trying to put me to the test here…
⤷ user1 @ kimi.antonelli start gambling with that shot u got 100% success rate TRUST ME
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername you managed to get my top pick sooo
⤷ @ yourusername kimi.antonelli i guess we will continue testing my luck then ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli user1 i feel ignored BUT IDC GOOD ANSWER NEPHEW 🥹✌️🥹✌️🥹✌️
user4 YOUR*** lucky charm 😳???
⤷ @ user4 user3 notice how just their last post kimi was “complaining” about y/n not mentioning him in her post…? AND SHE FINALLY DID IT HERE SO IM TELLING YOU SHE PURPOSEFULLY DID THAT TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE SHES JS FOLLOWING WHAT HE WANTED WHEN SHE RLY WANTED TO CALL HIM THAT.
⤷ @ user3 user4 I LIKE THE WAY U THINKKKK
user5 okay i was JUST going insane about the lack of posts of kimi on y/n’s account?!?!
⤷ @ user5 user1 SHE SNUCK HIM ON THE LAST SLIDE TOO SHE’S NOT SLICKKKK
⤷ @ user1 user5 THEY ARE HEARING US IDCIDC
user10 are they lovers?
⤷ @ user10 user4 even Worse.
⤷ @ user4 user10 then why the couple worthy posts of each other then 💔
⤷ @ user10 user4 bc they are just “friends.”
⤷ @ user4 user10 Oh hell no i’m OUT of here .
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kimi.antonelli il mio quadrifoglio 🖤
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isackhadjar this is new
⤷ @ isackhadjar kimi.antonelli not too bad for a change?
⤷ @ isackhadjar user5 IF ISACK SAYS THAT YK THIS IS OUT OF THE NORMMMM
user9 this is the most kimi has ever kimi-ed.
⤷ @ user9 user10 whatever that freaking means
⤷ @ user10 user9 STOP HE'S RARELY EVER JUST POSTING PICS OF HIMSELF
user1 i think you're missing someone in the picture dude 😂...
user3 "il mio quadrifoglio" = "my four leaf clover" are we sure we are talking about that clover in a pic or someone else 🤣????
⤷ @ user3 user4 wait that's not crazy to say AT ALL
⤷ @ user3 user4 clover (lucky symbol) transitions into kimi smiling transitions into kimi puckering for the camera = all for y/n!
⤷ @ user4 user3 MY BROTHER JUST ANOTHER MEEE
⤷ @ user3 user4 HE WANTS HER BAD TRUST ME BRO
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unwinding ☀️🏖️
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charles_leclerc that looks so nice, drop the spot
⤷ @ charles_leclerc kimi.antonelli will do 🫡
⤷ @ charles_leclerc user1 you're asking bc yk those two are dating so that's a nice date spot u wanna take right charles. RIGHT CHARLES??????
user6 is that second drink for you too or 😅
user5 wait Kimi we are sorry for the teasing BRING HER BACK
⤷ @ user5 user3 SHE'S THERE SHE'S THERE I SWEAR @ user4 BACK ME UP ON THIS
⤷ @ user3 user4 the two drinks have to mean he's on this trip with someone... and considering his past posts, he's always hanging out with y/n... so the two drinks transition to the next slide... a boat with "Love Me Tender" aka that's directed to her (i'm not crazy i promise) and then leads into the last pic... she clearly took this and he's smiling for her #STAYWITHMENOW
⤷ @ user4 user6 it's crazy how compatible you two are...
⤷ @ user6 user4 what would be better is if @ kimi.antonelli and @ yourusername also realize how compatible they are
⤷ @ user4 user3 EXFREAKINGACTLYYYYY
yourusername still haven't remembered i see ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli user2 don't flip out but @ user3 ...
⤷ @ user2 user3 OOOHHHHH I'M GOING OFF THE RAILINGS I TOLD U ALL I TOLD U ALLLLLL
user7 so are they playing in our faces rn
⤷ @ user7 user9 doing everything but dropping the official OFFICIAL dating post
⤷ @ user9 user8 wdym they are together already Haha !!!!!!
⤷ @ user8 user10 so kimiyn is making everyone go insane?
⤷ @ user10 user8 you included aka "i'm OUT of here ."
⤷ @ user8 user10 SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP
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yourusername 🖤 xoxo, 11/10
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user6 the ratings are backkk!!
⤷ @ user6 user5 YO I DON'T THINK THAT'S THE MAIN EVENT.
user6 WHO THE FUH IS AT THE LAST SLIDE????
⤷ @ user6 user8 THE SWITCH UP IS VERY VALID.
user1 this better be who i think it is.
user3 i know that hair. i KNOWWWWW that hair.
user2 11/10? high ranking… so this has to be a date THIS HAS TO BE
jenaissante 👀? ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ jenaissante yourusername 🫡
⤷ @ jenaissante user7 guys if her friend doesn't know... this has to be someone entirely new or they are hiding it EXTREMELY WELL.
⤷ @ user7 user9 you already know what i'm believing in 😂...
user4 no guys u aren't as locked in as i am. the ratings are back and those ratings are only on posts that have kimi in it. that last picture TOTALLY looks like him and a fit he would wear (🙏) AND the heart emoji totally correlates to his post that I BELIEVE was meant for her as he called her his four leaf clover in italian. U CANT JUST NOT BE WITH SOMEONE WHO U CALL UR LUCKY CLOVERRRR
⤷ @ user4 user3 always here to feed into our delusions 😢
⤷ @ user3 user4 ON OUR SOULS ITS KIMI IN THAT PIC
⤷ @ user4 user10 GIVE ME BACK MY MF SOUL???
user5 WHERE IS KIMI WHEN WE NEED HIM.
⤷ @ user5 user1 WITH HER #TRUSTTHESOURCE
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yourusername il suo quadrifoglio 🤍 @ kimi.antonelli
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user1 WAIF I COULD DEADASS CRY RN
user2 SHUT UR MOUTHHHH OMFGOFMG
user3 THE MATCHING CAPTIONS AWHHH
user4 SEE ALL U GUYS HAD TO DO WAS PUT FAITH INTO MY MANIFESTATIONS.
⤷ @ user4 yourusername who knew you'd be right?
⤷ @ yourusername user4 you Replied at last omf . yo make me best man right NOW 😭🙏
kimi.antonelli 🖤 ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername my person :')
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli user6 @ user4 he used the black heart... Oh we all had faith in you.
⤷ @ user6 user4 YESSS all except for @ user10.
⤷ @ user4 user10 YO STOP FEAR TOOK OVER OKAY??
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kimi.antonelli lucky kimi only exists when i'm with you. ti amo, @ yourusername ❤️
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olliebearman i have been there ever since he has crashed out about how perfect of a person she is ✌️😳 aka since forever ✌️😳
⤷ @ olliebearman kimi.antonelli don't expose me
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername hmmmm idkkkk i think he should continue doing that... that's cute ♥︎ by author
jackdoohan finally 😢
⤷ @ jackdoohan kimi.antonelli anything for the lady, am i right?
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli jackdoohan truly learning from the best 🥹
isackhadjar congratulations 🥳
⤷ @ isackhadjar gabrielbortoleto_ he typed that while fuming btw because he owes me $50 for not believing this would happen any time soon
⤷ @ gabrielbortoleto_ isackhadjar SHUT UP NO I AM NOT.
⤷ @ gabrielbortoleto_ user5 wait u went from 0.50 cents to $50..
⤷ @ user5 gabrielbortoleto_ had to make that investment ♥︎ by author
user4 I NO LONGER SOUND CRAZY 😢
⤷ @ user4 user3 you still are but it's okay you’re my kind of crazy
⤷ @ user3 user7 ??? yo are we abt to get another couple
⤷ @ user3 user6 GET A ROOMMMMMM
user10 so sticking around was worth it 🥹
⤷ @ user10 user8 SO WORTH ITTTT
yourusername why this pic omg? ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ yourusername kimi.antonelli what about it? you're cute here, my love
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername you're lucky that i love you ♥︎ by author
⤷ @ yourusername kimi.antonelli i guess you can say that “lucky kimi 🍀” lives up to his title?
⤷ @ kimi.antonelli yourusername forever&always ❤️ ♥︎ by author
FEI'S RADIO 𓂃 🗯️ this actually look longer to make than expected... but i'm glad to be able to post this as we've gotten the news that kimi got pole 😢❤️🩹 WE PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THESEEE gosh i hope he does well during the race & i hope you all enjoyed this oddly long smau fic 😳
the world has always known you as the other verstappen. max's teammate, his closest person, his other half. quiet. untouchable. all sharp edges and locked doors.
love was never part of the plan. racing was. racing was supposed to be enough.
then kimi antonelli arrives.
nineteen, wide-eyed, painfully earnest — following max around like a lost puppy, which means he keeps running into you. again. and again. and again.
and somehow, without trying, he becomes the one person that gets you to open up. to feel. you've never let anyone this close. and max notices. but max also notices how kimi looks at his sister like you're the only person in the world.
fc : stephmandich on ig
(a/n) : hello guys!!!!!! sorry i've been missing, i have been busy w/ work and actually planning big things for you all! big announcements coming soon;) anyways about the fic, this is based on the 2025 season and kimi is 19 at the beginning of the season and reader is 20 and has been in f1 since 17 :) (reader has max's old #) (warnings of j*s verstappen being j*s verstappen!) (also this takes place in 2025 season BUT laurent has already replaced christian bc i said so) (also ty to whoever requested lysm)
The lights of London blur past the tinted windows as the car slows near the venue, the city glowing like it knows something important is about to happen. The F1 launch event is always excessive—grand staircases, photographers packed ten deep, flashes like lightning—but tonight it feels heavier. Real. The season begins here.
You step out beside Max, Laurent Mekies already straightening his jacket with an amused smile as the crowd reacts instantly. Cameras swing toward you and Max like magnets.
You loop your arm through Max’s without thinking. It’s instinct—always has been.
The black lace gown clings to you in a way that feels both elegant and dangerous, sheer in places but never careless. Long sleeves, delicate patterning, the fabric moving like smoke when you walk. Your hair is swept back, makeup soft but sharp enough to hold its own under a thousand lights. Max leans in slightly.
“You good?” he murmurs.
You nod, smiling. “Always.”
The carpet is chaos, but familiar chaos. You greet faces you’ve known for years—team principals, drivers, partners. Max does his usual understated nods and half-smiles, letting you take the lead when someone stops you. You’re warm, composed, effortlessly charming. Laurent watches the two of you with quiet pride.
Inside, the room is opulent—low lights, crystal everywhere, the hum of anticipation buzzing under the music. Assigned seating pulls you toward your table. Right next to Mercedes.
You clock George Russell immediately, already mid-laugh, animated as ever. His face lights up when he sees you.
“There she is,” George says, standing to greet you. “Red Bull’s secret weapon.”
You laugh, hugging him lightly. “Still trying to steal me, Georgie?”
“Always,” he replies easily. “One day you’ll get bored of him.” He nods toward Max.
Max smirks. “Not happening.”
You slide into your seat between Max and George, the dynamic comfortable, familiar. But then—just across from George—you see him.
Kimi Antonelli.
He looks younger than he does on screen, suit tailored perfectly but posture still slightly unsure, like he’s reminding himself he belongs here. His eyes flick to Max again and again, unmistakable admiration written all over his face.
Max notices immediately.
“Kimi,” Max says casually, already standing. “Come here.”
Kimi looks like he might short-circuit.
He steps over, hand extended, a little stiff. “Max—hi. I mean—hello.”
Max shakes his hand, amused. “Relax.”
Then Max turns slightly, placing a hand at the small of your back.
“This is my sister,” he says. “YN.”
Kimi’s brain fully leaves his body.
“Oh,” he says, too fast. Then, softer. “Hi.”
You smile at him, easy, kind. “Hi.”
He blinks, then laughs nervously. “Sorry—uh—I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“All of them,” he blurts out, then winces. “I mean—yeah. You’re incredible. I mean—not just—your driving—”
You laugh, warm and unbothered, and something in his shoulders loosens instantly.
“It’s okay,” you say gently. “I get nervous meeting people too.”
Max watches closely from beside you, arms crossed now, expression unreadable—but his eyes never leave Kimi.
The conversation settles into something easy. Kimi asks about your off-season Porsche work, genuinely fascinated. You ask him about the step up to F1, his tone brightening when he talks about learning from George, from Max, from everyone. He listens when you speak—really listens—like every word matters.
Later, Red Bull is called to the stage. You rise smoothly, Max trailing just behind you like he always does at events like this. On stage, the lights are blinding, the crowd loud—but you don’t falter.
You take the lead naturally, speaking about the season ahead, the work behind the scenes, the trust in the team. Max stands beside you, nodding occasionally, offering a short sentence here and there—but it’s clear who’s carrying the room.
And you feel it. A gaze. You don’t have to look to know where it’s coming from. Kimi.
When you finally glance toward the Mercedes table, his eyes meet yours instantly. He looks like he’s watching something unreal—pride, awe, something softer tangled together.
As you step down from the stage, you send him a small smile. Just for him. It floors him.
After the event winds down, the room softens. Music lowers. People begin to drift. Max is deep in conversation with Kimi near the bar, George hovering nearby.
You approach, heels quiet against the floor.
“I’m heading back,” you say, touching Max’s arm.
Max turns immediately. “You want me to—”
“I’m good,” you reassure him.
Kimi hesitates for half a second, then gathers his courage.
“I can walk you,” he offers. “If that’s okay.”
Max’s eyes flick between the two of you.
Then, surprisingly, he nods. “Yeah. That’s fine.”
Protective. Watching. Approving—just a little.
Outside, the night air is cool, London calm in that rare way it gets after something big. You walk side by side, close but not touching.
“Thanks,” you say. “For earlier. You were very sweet.”
Kimi rubs the back of his neck. “I was terrified.”
You smile. “I noticed.”
He laughs, then grows thoughtful. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“How do you… handle it?” he asks quietly. “The pressure. Being compared. Living up to a name.”
You slow slightly, considering him. “You stop trying to be someone else. Even if that someone else is a legend.”
He nods, absorbing every word.
“You’re here for a reason, Kimi,” you add softly. “Don’t forget that.”
When you reach your hotel, he stops, hands in his pockets.
The air in Melbourne feels different at the start of a season. Sharper. Charged. Like the track itself is holding its breath. By the time the race rolls around, routines have already formed.
Max’s driver room has quietly become yours too. Between sessions, you slip inside with practiced ease, kicking off your shoes, perching on the couch or the edge of the table while Max debriefs with engineers or stares blankly at data like he’s trying to absorb it through sheer will. It’s your safe space—quiet, controlled, familiar.
The morning of qualifying, you’re mid-sentence, talking with your hands as you explain something inconsequential—how the wind felt weird through Turn 9, how the car wants more rotation than you expected—when there’s a knock on the door.
Max doesn’t even look up. “Yeah?”
Kimi steps in hesitantly, like he’s entering a church.
“Sorry—uh,” he says, glancing between the two of you. “I wanted to ask Max something.”
"Ask,” Max replies flatly.
But Kimi doesn’t. Not immediately. Because you turn toward him with a small smile, completely at ease, and say, “You can sit, you know. You don’t have to hover.”
He freezes. Then, awkwardly, he lowers himself to the floor, back against the wall, knees pulled up slightly—like he’s afraid to take up too much space. Max notices. Of course he does. Says nothing. You keep talking. Kimi listens.
Not the polite kind of listening, where someone waits for their turn to speak—but the kind where their whole focus narrows. He watches the way your hands move, the way your voice shifts when you’re thinking through something technical, the way Max occasionally glances at you for confirmation without realizing he’s doing it.
Eventually, Kimi forgets why he knocked in the first place.
This would slowly become a pattern.
Drivers’ briefings—Kimi somehow always ends up next to you. Media pen—he trails Max, which means he trails you. It’s subtle enough that no one comments on it, but consistent enough that you notice.
He’s like a shadow. A quiet one. You don’t mind.
That night, the paddock finally goes still. The kind of stillness that settles after adrenaline has burned itself out but sleep refuses to come. Your thoughts won’t shut up. Your body feels wired, restless.
So you change into running clothes and slip out into the night.
The air is cool, the city muted. Your breath evens out as you settle into a steady pace, shoes striking pavement in rhythm. It helps—usually.
You round a corner and nearly collide with someone coming the other way.
“Kimi,” you say, surprised.
He slows to a jog, then a walk. “Oh—hi.”
You glance at his watch, then the empty street. “What are you doing out here?”
He hesitates. Shrugs. “Nerves.”
You huff out a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh. “Yeah. Same.”
No teasing. No jokes. Just honesty.
You fall into step together, side by side. No words. Just shared breath, shared pace. The silence isn’t awkward—it’s heavy, but not uncomfortable. Like both of you understand this is something that doesn’t need to be filled.
When you part ways later, you don’t say much. Just a quiet, mutual good luck hanging unspoken between you.
The next morning is sharp and bright. Time to race.
Kimi comes by the Red Bull garage early, looking for Max. He doesn’t announce himself—just walks down the hallway, hands tucked into his pockets, nerves buzzing under his skin.
That’s when he hears voices. Yours.
And another unfamiliar voice. Jos.
You’re just around the corner, unaware you’re not alone. Your voice is controlled—too controlled. Calm in the way that comes from years of practice.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” you say.
A scoff. “Someone has to. You think you’re untouchable now.”
“I am doing my job.”
“Barely,” he snaps. “And if you keep embarrassing yourself, I won’t keep showing up. I won’t keep supporting this.”
Your jaw tightens. “That’s your choice.”
“It shouldn’t be,” he says cruelly. “You’re wasting your potential. Both you and your brother. Getting soft.”
There’s a pause. Long enough to hurt. Kimi’s chest tightens.
“You don’t get to define me anymore,” you say quietly. “Or him.”
He doesn’t wait to hear more.
Kimi backs away, heart pounding, guilt and anger and something protective twisting together in his stomach. He turns, nearly colliding with Max moments later.
“Hey,” Max says, instantly reading his face. “What’s wrong?”
Kimi swallows. “Nothing. Just—wanted to wish you luck.”
Max studies him for a beat longer than necessary, then nods. “You too.”
When you walk back into the garage a few minutes later, the atmosphere shifts instantly. Kimi looks up. Your expression is composed—perfectly neutral—but your eyes give you away. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t push. Just steps closer and offers a soft smile.
“Good luck today,” he says.
You return it, small but genuine. “You too.”
And as you turn away, both of you carry the same unspoken thought— Some battles are fought on track. Others are survived quietly, together, without anyone ever knowing.
Miami arrives loud and bright and unforgiving, the kind of place that doesn’t let you disappear even when you want to.
By now, the rhythm of the season has settled into something familiar. Max and Kimi are inseparable in the way only mentor and student can be—Max answering questions without judgment, pulling Kimi into debriefs, looping him into conversations with engineers like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Kimi absorbs everything, eyes sharp, always listening.
And somehow, quietly, you and Kimi have found your own rhythm too. It starts with the runs. Before every race weekend, before the noise and the expectations and the weight of it all, the two of you run. No music. No talking. Just side by side, shoes hitting pavement in sync. It’s never discussed, never labeled. If one of you is already stretching, the other just joins in. If one of you doesn’t show up, there are no questions.
Kimi never pushes. When you’re quiet, he stays quiet. When you isolate, he gives you space—but never distance. He’s learned the shape of your silence and treats it gently, like something fragile instead of something to be fixed.
Miami qualifying is supposed to be good. The car feels decent. Not perfect, but workable. You tell yourself that over and over as you pull on your gloves. Then everything goes wrong. Traffic. A yellow you didn’t cause. A compromised lap that never had a chance to breathe. Q1 ends with your name too low on the timing screen. Knocked out.
The moment you climb out of the car, the world feels too sharp. Too loud. You barely register the engineers’ voices, the hands on your shoulders, the reassurances that blur together into nothing.
All you can think about is one thing. Jos.
You speak to the media, reluctantly. You wait patiently for qualifying to end, proud to see Kimi and Max do so well. Max meets you in your drivers room.
“Hey,” he says softly, closing the door behind him. “Hey.”
You don’t even try to hold it together.
The tears come fast, ugly, humiliating. You press your palms into your eyes, shaking your head like that might undo what just happened.
“I messed it up,” you choke. “I should’ve—if I’d just waited—this is on me.”
“It’s not,” Max says immediately, firm but gentle. “You know that.”
“I know what he’s going to say,” you whisper. “I know how this looks.”
Max pulls you into him without hesitation, one arm solid around your shoulders, the other resting protectively at the back of your head. He doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t try to logic you out of it.
He just stays.
Out in the hallway, Kimi paces. He hasn’t even processed his own qualifying yet—not really. P3 feels distant, unreal, like something that happened to someone else. All he can think about is the way your voice sounded on the radio replay he heard. Flat. Too calm.
He stops when the door opens.
Max steps out, closing it quietly behind him. His expression tells Kimi everything before he even speaks.
“She’s blaming herself,” Max says low. “Even though it wasn’t her fault. She’s… shutting down.”
Kimi nods once. “Can I?”
Max looks at him for a long moment. Protective. Assessing.
Then he steps aside. “Yeah.”
Kimi exhales and pushes the door open.
The room is dim. You’re sitting on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, face blotchy and red, eyes unfocused like you’re somewhere far away. Max squeezes Kimi’s shoulder as he passes him in the doorway.
Kimi doesn’t say your name. Doesn’t announce himself. He just walks over and sits beside you, close enough that your knees brush. He doesn’t crowd you. Doesn’t look at you like you’re broken.
He offers you his hand. That’s it.
You stare at it for a second, then lace your fingers through his and grip tight—like if you let go, something worse might happen. He squeezes back immediately, grounding, steady.
He stays silent. And somehow, that’s what finally lets you breathe.
Later, when Kimi stands in front of cameras, the adrenaline hits all at once. The questions come fast—rookie performance, P3, pressure, expectations.
He answers the first one.
Then the second.
Then someone asks about the weekend overall.
And he forgets himself.
“I mean—today was… mixed,” he says slowly. “Because obviously I’m happy with the result, but—” He hesitates, then continues anyway. “I think people forget how incredible YN is. One thing doesn’t define her. She’s one of the most talented drivers I’ve ever seen, and she deserves so much respect.”
The interviewer blinks. Kimi keeps going.
“She’s strong. And smart. And she makes everyone around her better. I learn just by watching her.”
He realizes what he’s doing about three sentences too late.
His ears go red. “Sorry—I’m rambling.”
Later that night, curled up in your hotel room, phone warm in your hands, you see the clip on Twitter.
You watch it twice. Then a third time. A warm feeling twisting in your stomach each time.
f1gossipgirls : kimi worming his way into the verstappen family has been my favorite part of the season so far. he always talks so highly of max and yn and says that they have taught him so much🥹
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username775 : did anyone see him blushing when he was talking about yn in that interview after miami????
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↳ username009 : so cute omg
username101 : i feel like kimi has healed something in both of them ❤️
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username710 : funny how their own competition can say incredible things about them but their own father drags them in the press...make it make sense.
The break after Miami almost feels necessary. Four weeks with no race schedule, no alarms set around sessions, no radio crackling in your ear. Just heat and salt and space to breathe. Max calls it a reset. You call it survival.
When Max mentions the trip, he does it casually—like it isn’t a big deal.
“Kimi’s coming,” he says one morning, already scrolling through something on his phone. “Invited him.”
You don’t look up. “Okay.”
Your heart does something stupid anyway.
The island is quiet in the way only places far from everything else can be. White sand, water so clear it looks fake, a villa tucked just far enough from the beach that the waves are a constant, gentle soundtrack.
It’s… domestic. In a way you’re not used to.
Penelope runs through the open doors the moment you arrive, already barefoot, already excited. Lily is passed between arms like the most precious cargo on earth. Kelly is radiant in the sun. Victoria claims a room immediately and Sophie moves through the space like a mother on a mission.
Kimi arrives last, a little sunburnt already, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, grin unmistakable when he sees Max.
“Hey kid,” Max says, pulling him into a quick hug.
Kimi laughs, relaxed in a way he rarely is during race weekends. “Thanks for inviting me.”
You catch his eye from across the room. He smiles at you like it’s instinct now.
The beach day happens naturally, like it was always meant to.
You’re sitting in the sand with Penelope, helping her build something that looks nothing like a castle and everything like chaos. Lily is next to you on a blanket, little fists grabbing at the air, fascinated by the light and the sound of the waves.
You’re laughing—actually laughing—when Kimi appears, already barefoot, shorts rolled up.
“Need help?” he asks.
Penelope looks up at him seriously. “She’s bad at this.”
You gasp. “Traitor.”
Kimi drops down into the sand beside you without hesitation. “Okay. I’ll fix it.”
He doesn’t fix it. He just joins in, scooping sand, letting Penelope direct him completely. When Lily fusses, he’s the first to notice, reaching for her gently, instinctively.
“Is it okay?” he asks you softly.
You nod.
He lifts her carefully, like he’s been doing it his whole life, bouncing her slightly until she settles. Lily grips his finger with surprising strength, eyes wide and curious.
Something in your chest tightens.
You watch him like this—kneeling in the sand, Lily against his chest, Penelope climbing over his back, completely unbothered by the mess, the noise, the sun.
He looks… right.
It scares you a little.
Later, as the sun dips lower, you’re on the balcony with Max and Victoria, drinks sweating in your hands. The air is warm, the sky streaked pink and gold.
“You’re quiet,” Victoria says, glancing at you knowingly.
You shrug. “Just tired.”
Max leans against the railing, looking out toward the ocean. “He’s good with them,” he says casually.
You know exactly who he means.
Inside, Kimi is helping Kelly and Sophie. You can hear his voice drifting through the open doors—animated, curious.
“So you raced?” he’s saying, awe clear even from here.
Sophie laughs. “A long time ago.”
“YN always says she gets everything from you,” he replies easily.
Sophie softens at that. “She was always watching. Always listening.”
Kimi hums thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”
They talk easily, comfortably. Sophie asks him about his season, about his family. He listens the same way he listens to you—fully, respectfully.
When dinner is ready, it’s laid out on the beach. Lanterns glow softly, the sound of waves filling the spaces between conversation. Lily babbles from Kelly’s lap. Penelope is already half-asleep, curled against Victoria.
Kimi sits beside you without comment. Your knee brushes his. Neither of you move away.
He passes you a plate. You thank him. Your fingers linger just a second too long.
Across the table, Max watches with a quiet smile. Victoria catches his eye and raises her brows, amused.
You don’t notice. You’re too busy watching the way Kimi looks at you when you speak—like you’re the only thing in the world that makes sense.
This race feels like momentum. It is undeniable—whatever has been building between you and Kimi has crossed the line from coincidence into something real. Not spoken. Not defined. But present in the way he always finds you without trying, in the way you move toward him instinctively after sessions, in the quiet runs you still take together before race days.
Side by side. Always side by side.
You’ve realized something over the last few weeks, and it terrifies you more than any high-speed corner ever could.
You have feelings for him.
Real ones. The kind you can’t outthink or outdrive or bury under discipline. And you’ve never let yourself have that before—not once. Vulnerability was never safe growing up. Love always felt conditional. Earned. Temporary.
Kimi doesn’t feel like any of that. That’s what scares you.
The race itself is electric. Everything clicks in a way that feels rare and fragile, like the universe decided to be kind for once. Max is untouchable out front. You’re relentless behind him. Kimi drives like he belongs there—calm, sharp, fearless.
When the checkered flag falls, the radio explodes with noise and emotion. P1. P2. P3.
Red Bull. Red Bull. Mercedes—but it feels like family anyway.
On the cool-down lap, Max laughs over the radio. “Not bad, huh?”
You grin so hard your face hurts. “I’ll take it.”
By the time you three make it to the podium, it is chaos. Champagne sprays everywhere. Max pulls you into his side, knocking his head gently against yours. Kimi stands just close enough that your shoulders brush, his laughter unrestrained, eyes bright with disbelief and joy.
When you look at him, he’s already looking at you. Something warm blooms in your chest.
Later, the noise fades. The motorhome is quiet, dimly lit, a cocoon away from the world. You’re sitting beside Kimi on the couch, still buzzing, still riding the high.
Your phone lights up.
Jos.
Your stomach drops instantly.
Kimi notices. “You don’t have to answer that,” he says softly.
You stare at the screen for a second longer. Then you turn it face down.
“I don’t want him to ruin this,” you whisper. “I don’t want him to take another good moment.”
Your voice cracks despite yourself.
The tears surprise you—not loud, not dramatic. Just sudden and overwhelming, like your body finally deciding it’s safe enough to feel.
Kimi moves without thinking.
He pulls you into him, arms solid and warm, holding you like you’re something precious instead of fragile. You curl into his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt like an anchor.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
When you pull back, he doesn’t let go completely. One hand stays at your waist. The other comes up, gentle, wiping the tears from beneath your eyes with his thumb.
You look at him. Really look. The room feels too quiet. Too small. His breath stutters just slightly, like he’s nervous too. And then—he kisses you. It’s soft. Careful. Like a question more than a statement. You kiss him back without hesitation.
The moment breaks when he pulls away abruptly, panic flashing across his face. “I—wait—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to push—I—”
You stop him, hands still resting against his chest.
“No,” you say quickly. Then softer, more honestly than you’ve ever been with anyone. “I just… I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never… had this.”
He stills completely. Then he smiles—not big, not triumphant. Just warm and steady and sure.
“That’s okay,” he says quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulls you back into him, no rush, no expectations. Just holding you while the world stays kind a little longer.
The Hungarian Grand Prix always feels like a threshold. One last push before the season exhales.
And for the first time in a while, you feel light. You and Kimi are… together. Quietly. Intentionally. No rush, no labels shouted into the void. Just mornings that start with side by side runs and end with his hand finding yours without thinking. Just the way he looks at you when you talk—like he’s memorizing you, not consuming you.
Since Canada, everything has clicked. Your driving is sharper, freer. Podium after podium stacks up beneath your name, each one earned without panic clawing at your throat. The pressure hasn’t disappeared—but it no longer owns you.
Max notices. Of course he does.
He watches you from across garages and debrief rooms, clocks the way you smile easier now, the way your shoulders don’t sit quite so tense. He doesn’t say anything. He never pushes. Max knows you well enough to understand that when you’re ready, you’ll come to him.
Hungary delivers again.
Another clean weekend. Another strong result. When you climb out of the car on Sunday, sweat soaked and glowing, Max pulls you into a hug that’s all pride and familiarity.
“Good job,” he murmurs.
You beam. “Thanks.”
Later that evening, the paddock winding down, Max finds you sitting outside the motorhome, legs tucked beneath you, helmet resting at your side. The sun is low, casting everything in gold.
“Hey,” he says, leaning against the railing beside you. “Kelly and I were thinking—first week of summer break. Somewhere quiet. Kids, beach, no schedules. You should come.”
Your heart stutters just a little.
“I can’t,” you admit.
Max turns to look at you fully now. “Oh?”
“I’ll be in Italy.”
He raises an eyebrow slowly, expression unreadable but knowing. “Italy,” he repeats. Then, dryly, “Does this have anything to do with a certain Italian?”
You feel your face heat instantly. You look down. Then nod. Just a little. There it is.
Max exhales, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. “Finally.”
You glance up at him, nervous now. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad?” He scoffs. “I was going to be mad if it was anyone else.”
You blink. “What?”
Max smiles, softer now. “He’s good to you. I can see it. And he listens. That matters.”
Your throat tightens. “We’re… together,” you say quietly. “Taking it slow.”
Max nods once. “Good.”
The door opens behind you before either of you can say more.
Kimi steps out, still in team gear, hair damp from a shower, smile already forming when he sees you—until he clocks Max’s expression.
Max turns slowly. Crosses his arms.
“Well,” he says flatly. “There is the boy who is dating my sister.”
Kimi freezes.
“Oh—uh—hi,” he says, instantly panicked. “I mean—hello. Sir. Max.”
You bite your lip, fighting a laugh.
Max lets the silence stretch just long enough to be cruel—then breaks. He pulls Kimi into a sudden hug, squeezing him hard.
“Relax,” Max says. “If anyone was going to date my sister, I’m glad it’s you.”
Kimi laughs, breathless, stunned. “You scared me.”
“Good,” Max replies, smirking. “That’s my job.”
You watch them, heart full in a way that feels almost unreal. Everything fits. And you don’t feel like running from it anymore.
Italy feels like a deep breath. Not the dramatic kind—the quiet one that slips out of you when you finally realize you’re safe.
You’ve been here a few days now, tucked into the Antonelli home where mornings are slow and loud in the best way, where windows are always open and someone is always cooking. Kimi fits here so naturally it almost makes your chest ache. And somehow, impossibly, so do you.
You wake to soft light spilling across the room and the sound of birds outside the open window. Kimi is still asleep beside you, hair a mess, face relaxed in a way you rarely see during race weeks. One arm is slung loosely around your waist, like he reached for you in his sleep without thinking.
You don’t move right away. You just watch him breathe. When he stirs, it’s slow. Sleepy. His eyes blink open and soften instantly when they find you.
“Hi,” he murmurs, voice rough.
“Hi,” you whisper back.
He smiles, small and private, and presses his forehead to yours. No rush. No urgency. Just warmth. Just this.
Eventually, you slip out of bed, pulling on one of his shirts before padding downstairs. The kitchen is already alive—sunlight pouring in, the smell of coffee and something sweet in the air.
Veronica is at the stove, humming to herself.
“Buongiorno,” she says brightly when she sees you. “Did you sleep well?”
You nod, smiling. “Very.”
“Good. Come—help me with this?”
You join her without hesitation, slicing fruit, stirring batter, listening as she talks about nothing and everything. It feels domestic in a way you never realized you craved.
At the counter, Maggie is perched on a stool, tongue poking out slightly as she concentrates on a drawing. She looks up when you pass her a napkin.
“It’s you,” she says proudly. “And Kimi. And me.”
You lean closer. “Is that supposed to be me?”
“Yes,” she says seriously. “You’re tall.”
You laugh, warmth blooming in your chest.
Later, you and Kimi take Maggie out for the day. She drags you both through her favorite gelato place, insists you try three flavors each, talks nonstop as you walk through the streets. Kimi listens like every word matters. You do too.
She slips her hand into yours at some point, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Back at the house, the afternoon settles into something lazy and golden. You step out onto the balcony when your phone buzzes, already knowing who it is.
Jos.
You answer before you can talk yourself out of it.
“Where have you been?” he snaps immediately. “I’ve been calling.”
“I’ve been busy,” you say carefully.
“With what?”
“I’m in Italy.”
There’s a sharp inhale. “Italy? You’re on break and you’re resting? You should be on the sim. Training. Improving.”
“I’ve been on the podium every race since Canada,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s working.”
“I don’t care,” he cuts in. “That’s not enough. It’s never enough.”
Something in you wilts.
You hang up with shaking hands.
You don’t realize Marco has heard until he steps out onto the balcony, concern etched into his face.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Can I sit?”
You nod, tears threatening.
He doesn’t ask questions. Just sits beside you, close but not crowding.
“You know,” he says after a moment, “when Kimi talks about racing… he talks about you.”
You blink, surprised.
“He says you drive with instinct,” Marco continues. “With heart. That cannot be taught.”
Your throat tightens.
“You are doing more than enough,” he says firmly. “And you deserve to rest. To live.”
He pats your shoulder, warm and grounding. “You are family here.”
Later, you curl up on the couch with Kimi and Maggie, a movie playing softly. Maggie is wedged between you, Kimi’s arm around your shoulders, his thumb tracing absentminded patterns against your sleeve.
You let yourself sink into it. Into them. Into the quiet certainty that for once, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
You’re curled up on the couch at Max and Kelly’s place, sunlight spilling through the tall windows, the muted sound of old race replays filling the room. Lily is warm and heavy on your chest, fast asleep, her tiny breaths puffing against your collarbone. One of her hands is fisted into the fabric of your shirt.
Kimi sits beside you, legs stretched out, attention split between the screen and Lily. He’s carefully letting her grip his finger, smiling every time she squeezes like it’s the most incredible thing he’s ever felt.
“She’s strong,” he murmurs.
“Like her dad,” you whisper back.
It’s peaceful. Domestic. Safe. Then your phone starts vibrating. Once. Twice. Then nonstop. Your chest tightens before you even look.
You carefully shift Lily so she doesn’t wake, lifting the phone with your free hand. Notifications stack on top of each other—texts, DMs, tags, missed calls.
You open Twitter.
Photos. Blurry at first, then clearer. Italy. Monaco. Your hand in Kimi’s. His arm around your waist. A kiss, caught from too far away to be private.
YN VERSTAPPEN & KIMI ANTONELLI CONFIRMED??
THE PADDOCK’S IT COUPLE?
VERSTAPPEN’S SISTER DATING HER OWN RIVAL?
Your breath leaves you all at once.
“Oh god,” you whisper. “Oh god, oh god—”
Kimi turns instantly, concern flooding his face. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
He leans in, scanning the screen, jaw tightening—not angry. Focused.
“Okay,” he says calmly. “Look at me.”
You shake your head, tears already stinging. “I can’t. This is bad. This is really bad. He’s going to—”
“Hey,” Max’s voice cuts in from the hallway as he walks out of the room where his sim is, towel slung over his shoulder. “What’s—”
“They found out,” you choke. “About us.”
Max frowns. “And?”
You stare at him, incredulous. “Max. Jos. He’s always said nothing comes before racing. No distractions. Ever. This—this is exactly what he warned me about.”
Max is quiet for a long moment.
Then he shrugs.
“If it becomes a problem,” he says simply, “I’ll deal with it.”
Your eyes fill immediately.
Kimi slides closer, one arm steady around you, grounding. “You’re not alone,” he murmurs. “Not in this.”
The rest of the afternoon drifts by like you’re underwater.
Max and Kimi disappear into the living room, arguing over a game controller, competitive and loud in that familiar way. Laughter bursts through the apartment every so often.
You’re in the kitchen with Kelly and Penelope, flour dusting the counters, cookie dough sticking to your fingers. Penelope is beaming, proudly cutting misshapen shapes while Kelly sneaks chocolate chips when she thinks no one’s looking.
For a moment, you almost forget. Then there’s a knock at the door. Three sharp raps. Your stomach drops.
Max stands. “I’ve got it.”
The door opens.
You hear Jos’s voice immediately—tight, furious. “Where is she?”
Your heart starts racing. You wipe your hands on a towel and step out of the kitchen at exactly the wrong moment.
“There you are,” Jos snaps, eyes locking onto you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Before you can answer, he’s already unloading.
“You’re embarrassing yourself. The team. The family. Dating a competitor? Distracted, unfocused—this is why I warned you. This is why—”
“Stop,” Max says sharply, stepping between you without hesitation.
Jos scoffs. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“She’s my sister,” Max growls. “It concerns me.”
Kimi appears beside you instantly, hand finding yours. You’re shaking now, barely holding it together.
Jos points at you. “You’re throwing everything away for a boy—”
“That’s enough,” Max snaps.
Kimi doesn’t wait. He gently but firmly pulls you away, guiding you down the hallway, into the bedroom. The door closes behind you, muffling the shouting.
The second it does, you break.
Kimi wraps you up immediately, arms strong, steady, shielding you from everything. Your face presses into his chest, sobs tearing out of you like they’ve been waiting for this moment.
“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I’m so sorry—”
“Hey,” he says softly, holding you tighter. “None of this is your fault. None.”
You cling to him, fingers digging into his shirt like a lifeline.
The yelling goes on for a long time.
Too long.
When Max finally comes back—fifteen minutes later—his face is pale, jaw clenched, hands shaking slightly.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just crosses the room and pulls you into his arms, hugging you so tightly it almost hurts.
“He won’t be a problem anymore,” Max says quietly, voice rough. “I promise you.”
You nod into his shoulder, exhausted, spent.
Kimi stays close, one hand warm at your back, the other tangled with yours. You let yourself believe that no matter how loud the world gets— you’re protected.
Abu Dhabi. The city hums with energy, a mix of luxury, heat, and anticipation. The final race of the season always carries extra weight, but this year—it feels like everything is coming full circle. The air is charged, the track glittering under the artificial lights, and somewhere inside, you can feel the culmination of months of hard work, tension, and quiet victories.
The race itself is flawless. Max is untouchable, calm and precise, carving his way to his fifth championship. Every lap, every corner, every overtake seems effortless, like the culmination of a lifetime of dedication. Kimi is strong, sharp, finishing P3, and you—well, you’re right there, driving with focus, with determination, with heart, finishing just behind Max. Your efforts throughout the season have secured you second place in the championship battle, and for the first time, the results feel like more than numbers—they feel like validation.
When the checkered flag waves, the emotion hits all at once. You climb out of the car, helmet under your arm, chest heaving from adrenaline and relief, and your eyes immediately find Kimi. His face is radiant, eyes wide, breathless, a grin breaking across his features. Max approaches you both, laughing, his own exhaustion tempered by triumph.
The podium celebration is chaotic in the best way. Champagne sprays everywhere, laughter and cheers filling the air. You and Kimi can’t stop grinning at each other. He takes your hand, squeezing it once, then leans down, kissing you softly in front of the cameras. The press erupts, flashbulbs exploding, fans online going wild. Everyone is eating it up, but it doesn’t matter. The moment is yours.
Max laughs loudly, clapping both of you on the shoulders.
Kimi’s family is there, smiling proudly—Marco and Veronica beaming, Maggie waving excitedly. Your own support system is close as well: Victoria, Sophie, Kelly, Penelope, all cheering, all sharing in the moment. It’s a rare thing to feel so surrounded by love, by family, by people who see you for who you truly are.
Later, the team hosts a celebration at a club near the paddock. Music pulses through the air, laughter bouncing off the walls. You and Kimi slip in together, shoulders brushing, hands intertwined. The team surrounds you, everyone caught up in the euphoria of the season’s final victory.
You’re sitting at a table, sipping a drink and watching the chaos, when Max suddenly appears. In one fluid motion, he grabs Kimi by the waist and hoists him up. “Dance floor, now!” he announces. Kimi laughs, struggling briefly before Max drags him out, spinning him around. You watch them, laughing, shaking your head. Kimi’s face is flushed, radiant, caught between embarrassment and joy, and Max is gleeful, a giant grin splitting his face.
Sophie leans over, resting her head on your shoulder, eyes soft and full of pride. “He’s good for you,” she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never seen you this happy, YN. Never.”
You lean into her, heart full, watching Kimi twirl with Max on the dance floor, laughter spilling from him in waves that make you feel like it’s only ever been you two against the world. You squeeze Sophie’s hand, nodding, because it’s true. You’re finally happy. Truly happy.
The night stretches on, filled with music, laughter, and celebration. Champagne flows, congratulations are exchanged, and the lights blur around you. But even in the chaos, you and Kimi find each other’s hands. Even in the crowd, you stay connected. Even in the noise, there’s a quiet certainty: you belong.
Abu Dhabi, the last race, the final champagne toast, the laughter, the dancing—everything comes together. Max has his fifth championship. You’ve earned your place as a rising star. And with Kimi beside you, family around you, love finally allowed to be seen, it feels like the perfect ending.
You lean back against the booth, resting your head on her shoulder, smiling as the world keeps spinning around you. Sophie squeezes your hand once more, whispering, “Enjoy this, lieve. You’ve earned it.”
And you do. You finally do. The season ends. The championship ends. But this—this is yours. And it’s only just beginning.
