Can I request a really cute and fluffy story about Kimi antonelli?
Something like the reader loves to get her nails done, buy books, buy clothes, etc but she always holds herself back because she doesn’t feel like she deserves to get spoiled? Then obviously kimi notices and spoils her to oblivion!
I hope that made sense. I’m really new to Tumblr and I absolutely adore your fics sooo I’m really looking forward to what masterpiece you come up with. Thank u :D
You Deserve the World So Let Me Buy it For You - KA12
pairing: kimi antonelli x fem!gf!reader synopsis: Andrea Kimi Antonelli has finally had enough of it. So, he takes matters (and his limitless black card) into his own hands, determined to entirely dismantle the idea that his gf shouldn't be spoiled to oblivion. wc: 2.6k
note: hello besties <3 hope this likes you!! thanks for your request i love it, maybe a Kimi will find me 🥺🤧
The spine of the special edition hardback was beautiful—embossed with gold foil and intricately designed. You ran your fingers over it, your eyes lighting up the way they always did when you found something you loved.
Standing a few feet away, Kimi watched you with a soft smile playing on his lips. He loved this version of you: completely captivated, entirely in your element. He waited for you to tuck the book under your arm and head toward the cash register.
Instead, he watched your shoulders drop. You turned the book over, glanced at the price tag, and let out a quiet, barely audible sigh. Carefully, almost reluctantly, you placed the book back onto the shelf and took a step away.
"Not getting it, amore?" Kimi asked, stepping up behind you and wrapping an arm loosely around your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
You leaned into his touch, offering a tight smile. "No, it's fine. I have way too many unread books sitting on my nightstand at home. It’s too expensive anyway. I don't really need it."
Kimi frowned slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked from the book to your face. He knew for a fact you had been talking about this specific release for three months. "Y/N, if you want it, just get it. Or let me get it for you."
"No, Kimi, really," you insisted, already walking toward the exit of the bookstore. "It's a waste of money. I don't deserve to treat myself right now anyway, I haven't even finished the last one I bought."
He didn't push the issue right then, but as he followed you out into the warm afternoon sun, a realization clicked into place. It wasn't just the book.
It was the clothes, too. Last week in Milan, you had tried on a gorgeous silk dress that fit you like a glove. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and your reflection in the mirror had made you smile so brightly. But the moment the shop assistant asked if you were taking it, you practically ripped it off, claiming the color washed you out—a blatant lie just to avoid the guilt of the price tag.
It was your nails, as well. You loved having long, intricately designed acrylics. You used to spend hours scrolling through Pinterest looking at nail art. But for the last two months, your nails had been bare, chipped from your own nervous picking. When he’d asked about it, you’d shrugged and said, “I don’t want to be high-maintenance. Getting them done is too much of a luxury.”
Kimi gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he drove the two of you back to his apartment. He hated it. He hated that you constantly made yourself smaller, that you denied yourself the things that brought you joy because of some misplaced guilt. You supported him through the exhausting chaos of his racing career, dealt with his chaotic travel schedules, and loved him so selflessly.
You deserved the entire world, and it broke his heart that you didn't see it.
That night, while you were curled up on the couch in one of his oversized Mercedes hoodies, sound asleep with a movie playing quietly in the background, Kimi pulled out his phone.
He didn't just want to buy you a book or pay for a manicure. He wanted to entirely dismantle this idea you had that you didn't deserve to be spoiled. If you wouldn't treat yourself, Andrea Kimi Antonelli was going to do it for you.
First, he found the website for the most highly-rated, luxurious nail salon in the city and booked their longest, most premium VIP package for the next afternoon. Then, he texted a personal shopper at the boutique where you had left that silk dress, giving them your sizes and a very specific, unlimited budget. Finally, he logged onto the bookstore's website.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. You wandered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, only to stop dead in your tracks.
Sitting perfectly on the kitchen island was a stack of five books—including the special edition you had put back yesterday, plus four others by the same author.
"Kimi?" you breathed out, your hands flying to your mouth as he walked in from the balcony, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.
"Good morning, principessa," he smiled, setting the mug down and pulling you into his chest.
"Kimi, you shouldn't have," you stammered, looking at the stack of expensive books. The familiar wave of guilt started to rise in your chest. "This is too much, I don't deserve—"
"Stop right there," Kimi interrupted gently, his hands coming up to cup your face. His dark eyes locked onto yours, completely serious but entirely soft. "Do not finish that sentence, Y/N. You deserve this, and so much more. In fact, this is just the beginning."
You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
Kimi grinned, pressing a kiss to your nose. "Finish your coffee and go get dressed in something comfortable, but nice. We have an appointment in two hours."
"An appointment? For what?"
"Your nails," he said simply, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "And after that, you're going to try on some clothes. And every single time you tell me something is 'too expensive' or that you 'don't need it,' I'm buying it in three different colors."
The drive to the salon was a blur of nervous energy for you and quiet, determined confidence from Kimi. When he pulled up to a sleek, frosted-glass storefront in one of the most upscale districts of the city, your stomach did a familiar little flip of anxiety.
"Kimi, this place is..." You trailed off, looking at the minimalist gold lettering on the window. "This is where celebrities go. A basic manicure here is probably the price of my weekly groceries."
Kimi simply unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed the corner of your mouth. "Good thing you aren't paying, amore."
He stepped out, rounded the car, and opened your door, offering his hand. Resigned but secretly thrilled, you took it.
Inside, the salon smelled of lavender and expensive vanilla. A receptionist greeted Kimi by name, immediately ushering the two of you into a private VIP suite in the back. There were plush velvet chairs, complimentary champagne, and a nail technician waiting with a massive array of color swatches.
You sat down, instantly overwhelmed. "I'll just get a solid color," you told the technician quickly, playing with the rings on your fingers. "Just a short gel manicure is fine. No extensions."
Kimi, who had made himself comfortable on a velvet sofa directly across from you, immediately sat forward. He caught the technician's eye.
"She’s lying," Kimi said smoothly, a teasing but firm smile on his face. He looked at you. "Show her your Pinterest board, Y/N."
"Kimi—"
"The board," he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I know you have a folder called 'Nail Inspo.' I saw you looking at it three days ago. Show her the ones with the tiny hand-painted stars and the long almond shape. That's what she's getting."
The technician beamed, clearly delighted to have a canvas to work on, while your cheeks flushed crimson. "It takes hours to do that art," you whispered, trying to protest one last time.
"I have nowhere else to be," Kimi replied easily, leaning back and pulling his phone out. "Take your time. Make them perfect."
For the next two hours, you sat in absolute luxury. Every time you glanced over, afraid Kimi was getting bored, he was either answering emails or simply watching you with a soft, affectionate gaze. When the technician finally finished and applied a rich cuticle oil, you held your hands up to the light. The long almond extensions were flawless, painted in a sheer nude with delicate, intricate gold stars scattered across them. You couldn't stop staring at them.
"Beautiful," Kimi murmured, coming up behind your chair and gently tracing your newly manicured fingers. "Matches you perfectly."
You turned to thank him, the guilt fighting a losing battle against the sheer joy bubbling in your chest, but before you could speak, he was pulling you toward the door.
"Thank you," Kimi told the staff, handing over his sleek black card before you could even catch a glimpse of the total. "Now, we have a personal shopper waiting."
If the nail salon was luxurious, the boutique was on an entirely different level. When you arrived, the doors were locked to the public. A well-dressed woman named Elena greeted Kimi with a kiss on both cheeks before leading you to a massive private dressing room.
Hanging on a gold rack were dozens of garments. Dresses, trousers, cashmere sweaters, tailored coats—and right in the center, the emerald green silk dress you had abandoned in Milan a week ago.
"How did you get that?" you gasped, walking over to brush your fingers against the soft silk.
"I have my ways," Kimi smirked, dropping onto the plush ottoman in the center of the room. "Try it on. Try all of it on."
You spent the next hour walking in and out of the dressing room. Every instinct you had honed over the years screamed at you to check the price tags, but Elena had completely removed them at Kimi's request.
You stepped out wearing a stunning, heavy-knit cream sweater and a perfectly tailored skirt. "It’s really beautiful," you admitted, looking in the three-way mirror. "But the wool is so thick, I probably wouldn't wear it enough to justify—"
"Elena, we'll take it," Kimi said without missing a beat.
"Wait, I didn't say I wanted it!" you argued, turning to him.
"You said it was beautiful. That's all the justification you need," he countered, pointing to the rack. "Next."
A few outfits later, you emerged in a breathtaking evening gown. It swept the floor, catching the light with every movement. You felt like an absolute princess, but the familiar heavy anchor of guilt dropped in your chest.
"Kimi, this is too much," you said, your voice cracking slightly. You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I don't have anywhere to wear this. I don't deserve to have thousands of euros spent on me in one afternoon. I'm just... me. You don't have to buy my love."
Kimi’s playful demeanor instantly vanished. He stood up, crossing the room in two long strides, and gently took your hands, pulling them away from your chest.
"Look at me, Y/N," he said quietly, his dark eyes fiercely serious. "I am not buying your love. I already have it, and it is the greatest privilege of my life. I am doing this because you spend so much time taking care of everyone else, making yourself small, and denying yourself happiness over a price tag. You deserve to be spoiled. You deserve nice things simply because they make you smile."
He lifted one of your hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, right over the gold stars on your nails.
"You are not a burden. You are not high-maintenance," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that escaped your eye. "You are my girl. And as long as you are with me, you are going to be treated like it. Do you understand?"
You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as the weight you’d been carrying for years finally began to crack and fall away. "I understand."
Kimi smiled, the bright, boyish grin you loved so much returning. He kissed you softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back.
"Good," he said, turning his head to look at the personal shopper who was pretending very hard to arrange scarves in the corner. "Elena? We're taking the evening gown. And the green silk dress. Actually, you know what? We'll just take the whole rack."
The trunk of Kimi's car was completely packed. So was the backseat. By the time the two of you managed to haul all the shopping bags, boxes, and garment bags up to his apartment, you were both breathless and laughing.
The living room floor was practically covered in boutique bags, the glossy packaging gleaming under the warm overhead lights. You stood in the center of it all, looking around at the sheer volume of things he had bought for you. The heavy guilt that usually accompanied even buying a simple coffee for yourself was entirely gone, replaced by a warm, glowing sense of being deeply, truly cherished.
"I don't even know where I'm going to put all of this," you laughed, shaking your head as you kicked off your shoes. "Your closet is going to be completely overrun."
"Good," Kimi said, shedding his jacket and tossing it over the back of the sofa. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pulling your back flush against his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at the beautiful chaos of shopping bags. "I've been telling you to move more of your things in any way. Consider this my strategy to claim all your drawer space."
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, letting out a soft, contented sigh. You lifted your hands, catching the light on your new, starry nails. They were so perfectly you, and every time you looked at them, you felt a little spark of joy.
"Thank you, Kimi," you said softly. This time, there were no 'buts' attached. No 'but it was too much', or 'but you shouldn't have'. Just genuine, unapologetic gratitude.
Kimi noticed the shift immediately. He smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck. "You're welcome, principessa."
You turned in his arms, looping yours around his neck to look up into his dark, expressive eyes. "I mean it. Not just for the clothes or the nails or the books. Thank you for... making me see it. For not letting me shrink myself today."
"I'll never let you shrink yourself, Y/N," he promised, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate register. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch infinitely gentle. "You light up every room you walk into. It’s about time you let yourself enjoy the spotlight a little bit."
You smiled, leaning up to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips. He responded instantly, his hands tightening slightly on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. When you finally pulled away, you were both smiling.
"Now," Kimi said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the kitchen counter, where the stack of books from this morning was still waiting. "I believe you have a special edition hardback that has been calling your name for three months. And I have a very comfortable couch that requires our immediate attention."
"Are you going to let me read in peace, or are you going to distract me?" you teased, walking over to grab the book.
"I make no promises," Kimi grinned, already dropping onto the plush sofa and pulling a throw blanket over his legs. He patted the space right between them. "Come here."
You curled up against him, resting your back against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, providing the perfect, warm cocoon. As you cracked open the spine of the beautiful gold-foiled book, your starry nails resting perfectly on the crisp pages, Kimi pressed one last kiss to the top of your head.
You had the perfect book, the perfect nails, a closet full of gorgeous clothes waiting to be unpacked, and the boy you loved holding you close. For the first time in a long time, you didn't question if you deserved it. You just let yourself be happy.
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