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Losing virginity with kimi? Like both of you having sex for the first time?

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I SURRENDER

“ — i surrender, to you! ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x childhood bestfriend!reader imagine

warnings & tags- silverstone 2026 (thats a warning itself) , a little sad, cursing, female/afab reader, loss of virginity, p in v, oral (f receiving) , kinda vanilla but also 4 pages of smut, condom usage, sad vocal kimi, man crying yum, goes from 0 to 100 real quick, they both last like 2 minutes, definitely other stuff, read at your own risk, angst + comfort + fluff + smut!

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“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Kimi’s words echoed softly on the many TVs located in the hospitality suite. “Like… the car was broken,” his voice crackled on the intercom, heavy with a watery swallow that was easily recognizable as a bitten-back sob. 

All you could do was sit and watch with a frown as the air seemingly left your lungs. Your heart throbbed dully with the ache of hearing him so broken, his strained words ringing in your ears. It was agonizing, knowing he was in pain so close to the paddock where you sat, yet completely out of reach. 

As sponsors and family chattered around you, your mind drifted back to where it all began. You had been friends since preschool, back when his hair was long and blonde and straight, though his attitude was the same. Back then, he was more soft-spoken, choosing to quietly play with his Hot Wheels while others screamed and cried. And when you sat next to him for the first time during school, he shyly shared his crayons, and you offered the Fonzies from your lunch kit. 

From then on, the two of you grew up together. The planned playdates turned to elementary school sleepovers, which turned to awkward middle school dances, and eventually to high school study sessions. 

Even back then, Kimi was one of the hardest workers you had ever seen. It had been evident since you were kids, when he began to insist on karting rather than playground hangouts. He wanted to be one of the greats, and he wanted you right by his side, cheering him on. 

Eventually, he had pursued his passion in racing, going to F1 at just 18, while you graduated and went to college. Life pulled you apart naturally, but neither of you would let that happen. You Facetimed whenever possible, often during late hours of the night. Sometimes the calls were quiet, just doing natural tasks together, glad to have each other's presence. Often, his little sister Maggie would come and interrupt to talk to you, or his mom stopped in to see how you were doing. 

Because of that distance, he invited you to every single race, but you could rarely go with all of your schoolwork. And so when you finally agreed to fly out to Britain for Silverstone, he knew he had to make it special. 

God, he wanted to win for you so bad. The weekend had started so good, winning the sprint and earning the right to start ahead of everyone else on the grid. Until the actual race day, when his car decided to fail him, and all of his hard work had come undone. Yet, the part that stung him  the most was not losing the race, but it was the painful knowledge that you were out there in the audience, watching one of the worst days of his career unfold. The beautiful fantasy he had built up in his head, where he won the race, dedicated the victory to you, and you fell head over heels for him in a grand romantic gesture, had all come crashing down. 

So when the race was finally over, he kept his helmet glued on tight, walking to his drivers room for ten minutes of peace before he had to deal with interviews. He locked the door behind him, his helmet not slipping as he crashed onto the couch. 

A faint knock filled the empty room within thirty seconds of his arrival. He didn’t make an effort to move. He was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

“Kimi? It’s me.”

Well, unless it was you.

His hands quickly slid to the door, unlocking it with a hushed click. It took a moment, but you slowly pushed in, your eyes meeting a defeated and exhausted Kimi. Your heart sunk at the sight, noticing the way his head slung low, helmet still on. He never kept his helmet on. Always said it was too restricting. 

“Hey,” you murmured, sinking down next to him, hands immediately reaching for the head protection. Kimi just watched through the tinted visor, letting you take off his only defences. He would never push you away.

His cheeks were red and puffy, part from exhaustion, and part from crying. His eyes were glossed over, darting around to avoid meeting yours. You had known Kimi long enough to realize he didn’t want some bullshit speech or whispers of sweet nothings, so instead, you wrapped your arms around his coiled up form.

Instinctively, he surrendered to the embrace, his damp curls tickling your neck as he nestled his head in the crook. Your hands roamed along his back, eager to soothe his sobs by providing some sense of comfort through familiarity. His chest hitched and shuddered, drained of all strength under your touch. 

“I am so proud of you, Ant,” you whispered shakily.

Kimi’s trembling hands grasped desperately at the back of your head, spread palms digging into your hair as he pulled you closer. The unshared nickname you had given long ago sent a surge of sentimentality down his spine. 

“I wanted to win for you.”

His words were muffled, but they still stabbed straight at your heart. Your head shook softly as the vibrations tickled your skin.  

“You already won in my eyes,” you started, pulling back to look at him so your words really stuck. “You are literally the most impressive nineteen year old I’ve ever met, Kimi. You race professionally for Mercedes. But–” your voice froze for a second, poorly attempting to block out tears before you continued. “But most importantly, you are so compassionate and kind and full of love, and trust me, not everyone can say the same. You make me feel like a winner for getting to be your friend. You will always be a winner in my eyes, because of who you are when the helmet comes off.”

The silence grew thick as Kimi stared at you with wide eyes, searching your face with an expression you didn’t quite recognize.

Until he lurched forward, his lips meeting yours in a passionate, borderline needy kiss. 

It took a moment before you leaned into it, the shock morphing into realization, before quickly changing into devotion. Years of built-up yearning spilled into the messy kiss, emotions overtaking any restraint. Memories of Kimi flashed through your brain, from him holding you through long nights to making you laugh so hard you fell to the floor, and it only made you pull him closer. One of his hands slid to cup your jaw, fingers trailing desperately across your delicate skin.

When you finally pulled apart, his lips were slightly-parted and glossy, and his pupils-blown out as he scanned your face. His hands stayed glued to you, not ready to let go of your warmth completely.

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he confided, his Italian accent thick in a way that filled you with wistfulness. The confession wasn’t the long, grand speech that he had prepared in his mind, but somehow the lack of words was substantially more intimate.

“Neither do I.”

A tender smile graced his face, his expression melting into a lovesick gaze. You let out a breathy laugh in response. Words didn’t feel important enough to fill the quiet space, so neither of you dared to utter another sentence. 

Unfortunately, a loud knock at the door echoed throughout the room to break that moment of peace for you. 

“Kimi! Interview in 5!” A woman’s voice rang out. It was probably some PR lady, based on the way her heels clicked and lanyard jingled as she walked away.

“After your interviews and dinner and stuff… you want to go get gelato? It won’t be as good as our spot in Italy, but it’ll be something,” you asked, slowly drifting away from his touch so you could leave before he got in trouble.

He dropped his hands, which suddenly felt dull and cold, your words still processing. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m done.”

He nodded as you two parted, sneaking one last kiss before you slipped out of the door. God, he couldn’t wait until tonight.

You had no idea how it had progressed this quickly. 

One moment you were friends, crying in each other's arms, and the next, you were making out in the silky sheets of his hotel bed. 

The taste of pistachio gelato that lingered in your mouth swirled with his stracciatella-flavored spit as your tongues clashed eagerly. Kimi’s hands drifted everywhere, from your ass, to your back, to your hair, as you straddled him, desperately trying (and failing) to ground himself. Everything was so new, so unfamiliar in a way that only urged the two of you to keep exploring. 

His hips involuntarily grinded upwards in such a smooth motion that it made you squeeze your thighs around his. Your teeth bumped together a few times accidentally, a small inconvenience born from the consequences of your messy fervor. Cautiously, his large hands slipped under your shirt, navigating a territory unknown to him. You didn’t flinch.

The lace of your bra tickled his fingertips as he cradled your boobs, eliciting a whiny moan from his puffy lips. The gentle hum bleeded into your kiss, and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. Running along his clothed chest, your hands pawed at his belt, eager to unbuckle it without parting from his mouth. 

“Wait, wait,” Kimi stuttered breathlessly, pulling apart just slightly so he could talk. The moonlight leaked in through the partially-closed curtains, casting a silver glow on your face. For a moment, the words vanished from his mind, your flushed cheeks and loving gaze rendering him speechless. 

He swallowed nervously, the sensation bringing him back to consciousness as he remembered why he stopped. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” you whispered, your eyes darting rapidly across his face, searching for a slight twitch of the lip, or scrunch of the eye, anything to hint at what he was feeling. Insecurity sprouted in your head and doubt seeped into your bones. Maybe you were moving too fast, doing too much. On instinct, you shifted away from him. “Do you still want to?”

Noticing the change immediately, his arm reached to pull you closer, if you were willing. He nodded rapidly, his voice a desperate cry. “SÌ, please, yes.”

You smiled into the kiss, hands going back to fumbling with the metal clasp of his belt. Kimi quickly got the memo, frantically pulling the edge of your shirt up. Helping him out, you disentangled your lips, only to pull the shirt off, before immediately going back to the warmth of his mouth. He scrabbled with your bra clasp, his attention mainly devoted to feeling around with his tongue. His hands shook in anticipation as he finally got it undone.

You shrugged the delicate fabric off and to the sheets as Kimi gently flipped you over. He peeled his shirt off hastily, watching as you shamelessly paused to marvel at the sight looming over you. Smugly and with a newfound confidence, he grasped at your hand and brought it to feel his chest, before lowering it down slowly across his abs. If you were thinking straight, you would roll your eyes at his cockiness, but your mind was too clouded with lust to care. Even as he took away his hand to shift your skirt off, yours remained on his torso, feeling and exploring the muscles like you always dreamed of.

Meanwhile, your skirt settled to the floor, and Kimi’s breath hitched at the sight of your matching lace panties. He paused to admire the dainty pink fabric, hands trailing carefully over the scalloped edges. 

“You like ‘em?” You smirked, watching his eyes drift back up to your face as he was brought back down to earth. Doubtful his mouth could let out anything but an embarrassing whine, he shakily nodded, fingers still aflutter as they triflied around your thighs. 

Your hands strayed down, leaving the crevices of his abs and grabbing at his loose belt. 

He stopped you yet again.

With all the courage he could muster, he spoke again, voice laced with anticipation and a hint of longing. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I?”

His eyes were misty along the rims, a pleading glare cast upon his facade. It was overwhelming, going from hopelessly pining over his best friend to having her bare beneath him. 

This time, it was you who was too starstruck to reply. You agreed fondly, eyes never leaving him as he dipped down beneath your legs. 

A flush pink creeped up your neck as his hands slid your panties down, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable. You didn’t shy away like most would. You trusted Kimi, whole heartedly.

His lips graced the plush of your inner thighs, peppering kisses gingerly across your slick skin. The warmth sent shivers up your spine, a stark contrast to the cool air spewing in through the vents and tainting your arms with goosebumps. On instinct, your fingers flew to his curls, gripping on for dear life at the gentle touches. You needed something to stabilize your body, shaking with anticipation. 

His eyes shifted up, lashes fluttering as he studied your expression with the evaluating stare of a strategist. Carefully, and without shifting his gaze, his tongue darted out to give a long, slow lick up your wet folds. Watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, he licked again, this time pausing to suck on your clit and coating the spot in spit. A breathy moan escaped your lips as you shifted to lean on your elbows for support.

Every whine went straight to his ego, his confidence increasing as he moved again hastily. This time, his tongue poked at your entrance, silently asking for permission to taste you deeper. Dripping with saliva and wetness, it was easy for Kimi to slide in your tight hole. Your legs spasmed momentarily around his head, while a sweet, musky taste flooded his mouth, one so inebriating that he could only compare it to fine wine. He lapped profoundly, hooked on the new taste of your salty flesh.

Quivering, you silenced your moans by biting your bottom lip, turning it cherry red. Kimi’s tongue explored your warm flesh, noting every spot that made your muscles twitch. He was so eager to make you feel good, to force the dreamy whimpers from your throat, to please you in a way no one had before. It was intoxicating to dangerous levels, an addiction forming quietly in the back of his mind.

One of his hands released from clutching your waist, gravitating down to where you needed him the most. Moving his tongue back to suck on your clit, a finger delicately replaced the emptiness inside you. Kimi went slow, his heavy eyes looming the whole time to make sure you felt comfortable. When you nodded desperately, he pushed farther. 

It was only one finger, and yet it had you clenching and twitching and moaning his name in pure ecstasy. The sight was unbelievably lewd, your nipples peaking in the moonlight, hands grasping and releasing in his curls, all while wet sloshes filled the air. His moves were deliberate, calculated almost, as if he were lovingly assessing data for race. He studied your every move, determining if you could handle another finger or it would be too much for your pretty pussy. He grinded messily against the edge of the mattress, his dick straining against his jeans at the sight of you, all disheveled for him. No one else had been able to experience heaven like he had. The thought had him throbbing harder. 

A second finger twirled around your entrance, gathering slick to make the stretch less painful. You hadn’t spoken in minutes, only breathless (and slightly pathetic) sounds escaping your mouth. His skin was so warm, palms dewy with sweat as his free hand groped around needily. The smell of sandalwood from his cologne floated faintly in the air, lingering and mixing with the smell of pure lust-filled adrenaline. 

“Is it okay if I–”

You interrupted him immediately. He could do anything he asked. 

“Yes, please, god, Kimi, yes.”

He smiled, love, and boldness, adorning his features as he probed another finger toward your tight hole. Your eyes snapped shut, swimming with tears as Kimi’s considerable fingers stretched you beyond familiarity. And just as you caught your breath, he curled them ever-so-slightly, moving against your walls until he found the spot.

A string of croaky curse words left your achy throat as he assaulted the area with a special kind of compassion. Everything was too much. His sweet taste loitered on your tongue, his hands worked with intense delicacy, his lips suckled against your clit, all working together and forcing you undone. Sopping plaps filled the hotel room, the sound so risqué you were sure the hotel had heard and blacklisted the both of you by now. 

“Oh, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”

Kimi cut you off before you could finish your sentence. Not with words, but by fucking you harder, moving his fingers faster and with more purpose, licking everywhere he knew would get a reaction out of you. You weren’t lying when you said Kimi was the hardest worker you knew. When he set his mind to a new goal, he wouldn’t stop until it was complete. And right now, that goal was you.

Waves of unexplored pleasure came crashing down in an instant, your legs quivering so hard it was foreign. Everything shook with staggering bliss, even your toes clenching to try and soothe the ecstasy. Kimi lapped your juices up fervently, devouring every drop until you physically wrenched him away by the hair. 

Your liquids leaked down his chin as he grinned dopily, so clearly proud of himself. You pulled him back up to you with a smile, wanting to feel his balmy skin against yours as your breath evened out. A few moments later, and you were reaching at his jeans for the third time, thankfully, with no push back. 

He slid off his denim pants, the heavy fabric and metal belt clasp making a thud as they hit the ground. You gulped nervously at the outline of his hefty bulge, his grey boxer briefs already stained with precum. Kimi noticed your hesitation (he had gotten quite good about noticing shifts in your mood), and instantly went to cup your jaw, a silent gesture that spoke more than words ever could. 

His touch was so comforting, and he was so patient and selfless, it only turned you on farther. You reached out, one hand sliding his boxers down carefully while the other wrapped around his length. 

Pearly drops of precum beaded and leaked from the pink tip, dripping down and spilling onto your skin. It was bigger than you expected, the girth making only enlarging it to a degree that was both delicious and nerve-racking. You couldn’t help but give it a small, drawn out lick.

A frantic, low groan grumbled from the back of Kimi’s throat, the noise so lewd it made you soak slightly. His head tilted back, revealing his pronounced Adam's apple that bobbed as he swallowed. 

“I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he whimpered, hands pawing at your head to gain some control. You smirked coyly, staring up at him with a sneaky stare.

Against his desires, he pulled apart slightly, reaching for his abandoned wallet on the nightstand and pulling out a silver foil packet. You snatched it, ripping the package with your teeth before slowly rolling it against his length. You wanted to tease a little, but you were too desperate yourself to prolong it. 

Laying you back softly against the white sheets again, Kimi pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, the taste of you still present on his tongue. He only broke it so he could look down, aligning the tip of his wrapped cock with your hole. His thumbs traced the side of your face, soothing you for the mixture of pain and pleasure that was to come. Wetness from earlier still soaked your thighs, making it easier for him to glide the tip in.

It burned at first, the initial movement stretching you past any previous limits. He shook as he slowly pushed deeper, pathetic groans echoing off the walls. 

“You’re doin’ so– fuck ! So good- f’me,” he moaned out, coaching you through it while also trying not to bust before even getting started. 

You let out a cry of gratification, the pain gradually morphing into something much more satisfying. Kimi finally bottomed out, leaving you full and needy. He had to pause and focus on soothing his erratic breathing, the feeling of your fleshy walls clenching around him making his head ring. His eyes tensed shut for a moment as he adjusted to the unknown feeling. 

When his heart finally slowed to a pace that wasn’t borderline dangerous, he glanced up through hooded lids to check on you. Nodding frantically, your nails scratched at his back, urging him to move, do something.

With a soft tug, he pulled back out, lips meeting yours again. The loss of your warmth made him involuntarily plow hard back into you, hitting that special spot that lay deep inside you. Both of you let a groan into the kiss, not daring to break it just yet.

His pace increased rapidly, drilling into you uncontrollably like a dog in heat. It was messy, and frantic, and so full of love, your mind buzzed and muted out all other senses. He wished he could speak, say anything, help you through it somehow, but his voice failed him. All his focus went into making sure he didn’t come too soon. And judging based on how his balls were clenching and his moans getting louder, it didn’t seem likely that would last long. 

You had pulled away from his lips to look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated and his lashes waved, and for the first time, you fully grasped the situation. You were sharing one of the most vulnerable moments of your life with Kimi, your Kimi. Your heart suddenly felt full at the thought.

And then he looked at you, really looked, and came to the same realization in his mind. The girl he had always dreamed of, in his arms, looking more beautiful than ever, even with flushed cheeks and matted hair. God, he couldn’t wait to spend his life with you.

“Fuck, fuck! M’so sorry, I’m sorry,” he uttered, his thrusts slowing down and hitting deeper as his climax hit. It was short. Too short. Fuck, he was embarrased. The warm cum filled the silicone as he stilled inside of you, though he silently wished the border wasn’t there. 

You both let out a sound of breathless laughter, post-nut clarity easing the mood a little. 

“It’s okay, we’ve got all night. And then the rest of our lives.”

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hey i love ur writing!! can you do a kimi x artist reader smau? like she was commissioned to paint a mural outside mercedes or something and kimi notices and talks to her? thank u !

GOD, I'M SO LOVESICK

“ — what have you done to me? ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x artist!reader smau (+ writing) series

IN WHICH... a broke college student is hired to paint a mural for mercedes! lucky for her, there's a rookie driver who suddenly has a newfound interest in painting (or maybe just a newfound interest in a certain painter).

warnings & tags- cursing! female reader, nothing rlly happens yet, friends to lovers, workplace romace

[a/n]- thanks for all the requests !! theyre all in the works i promise! this chapter is boring asf but itll get better 🔥 also- the image formatting is being weird on my laptop, sorry :(

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Your hands were quite literally vibrating. Your eyes burned holes into your phone as you stared, waiting for a woman named Kelly to call. After a series of frantic emails, she had scheduled a phone call to throw out the rest of the details at 11:00 AM sharp.

It was currently 10:58 AM.

Weren't corporate Formula 1 people supposed to be, like, terrifyingly punctual? It wasn’t eleven yet, sure, but you had calculated that she would call at least five minutes early out of sheer efficiency. Had she forgotten? Maybe scrolled through your portfolio again and decided you were ass, so she found a new artist? Or maybe she scrapped the whole project entirely?

Oh god, please no. You were a broke college student. You needed this gig.

The sudden blare of your phone shattered the silence. You lunged for the device concerningly fast.

"Hi, this is Kelly Johnson from Mercedes. Am I speaking with Y/N?"

"Yes!" Your voice cracked worse than a pre-teen boy, purely from the sheer excitement. You winced. "It's, uh, really nice to meet you. Well, on the phone. Not in person. Because we are on a phone."

Wow, could you be any more awkward?

A crisp, short sigh echoed on the other end. "Good to speak to you as well, Y/N. I’m sure you’re busy, so let’s get straight to the point. You're interested in executing the feature mural for our team garage in the UK, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am—"

"Oh, please don't call me that. I'm not eligible for a pension just yet." Her voice was stern, cutting you off immediately. "The designated space is 3 meters tall by 3.5 meters wide, so, roughly 10 by 11.5 feet. The guidelines are simple. It must be realistic, it must represent the legacy of Mercedes, and it must be fully sealed and finished by August first. Since it's at our headquarters in Brackley, we will fully cover your round-trip flights, lodging, and a generous materials budget."

She paused, taking a sharp inhale.

"For your artist fee, you will receive nine thousand US dollars upon completion, with a fifty-percent deposit cleared before you board the plane. Do you have any questions?"

Your brain practically short-circuited. Nine thousand dollars? As in, nine zero-zero-zero? Holy shit. You could buy name brand groceries with that kind of money.

"I, uh... wow. Honestly? No. No questions. That sounds incredible."

"Good. Email me your initial sketches and rough digital concepts by Friday for approval. My assistant will send over the standard contract paperwork to sign. Once both of those are squared away, we will book your flights."

"Thank you so much, Kelly. Seriously. You won't regret picking me."

"I know I won't," she replied smoothly, entirely unbothered. "Goodbye, Y/N. Email me if anything comes up."

The line went dead. You stared at the screen, your heart hammering against your ribs, wondering if it was too early to start packing your bags for England.

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I'M NOT IN LOVE, SO DON'T FORGET IT

“ — it's just a silly phase i'm goin' through! ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x f1driver!reader imagine

warnings & tags- cursing! female reader (important for plot), lots of talk of misogyny in racing world, little bit of google translate italian sorry, sad honestly, angst with comfort

[a/n]- requests are open! "ti amo tanto"- i love you, so much in italian. also i use an emdash once or twice dont try and burn me at the stake for using an ai I DONT, i'm just a fanfic writer sue me

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Your forearms were burning, your throat felt like sandpaper, and your heart was hammering frantically against your ribs at a rate that could only be described as medically alarming. But as the checkered flag finally flew and the crowd exploded into a frenzy, the pain seemed to vanish. The car's radio crackled with celebration, your engineers and team shouting over one another as pure exhilaration poured in from the speakers.

Your gloved hands trembled, flooded with raw adrenaline as your car rolled to a stop into parc fermé in first place. You scrambled out of the cockpit, the roar of the grandstand hitting like a physical wave. Despite your legs quivering like jelly, you sprinted to the pit wall.

“Phenomenal! Truly amazing race. Congrats!” Mekies, the Red Bull team principal, exclaimed as he pulled you into a hug over the barrier. Before your feet could grace the ground again, another engineer caught you in another embrace.

Your whole team bombarded you with congratulations, hands clapping your shoulder as you vaulted over the pit wall. You exchanged high-fives all the way down the line before a staff member grabbed your arm, steering you towards the scales before you could bounce off somewhere else.

The transition was jarring. One moment your ears rang with praises from mechanics, and the next, you were in the quiet, sterile garage on an industrial scale. As the adrenaline pumping through your veins faded, the aches and exhaustion took hold again. Your helmet was now suffocating, your muscles on fire, and throat drier than the Sahara.

The moment the scale flashed green, your frantic hands tore off the tight helmet and balaclava. Cool air met the sweat that pooled on your forehead, sending a welcome chill down your spine. You trainer shoved a water bottle in your hands, already sending you down the corridor and towards the reserved cool down room.

"Congrats!" The familiar Italian voice echoed down the empty hallway, sending a wave of warmth through your exhaustion.

"Kimi!" You leaped towards him, energy spiking again at the sight of your friend. He was quick to catch you, nearly lifting you off your feet in a breathless hug. "Congrats to you, too!" You laughed into his shoulder.

"Grazie, grazie," he beamed, setting you down. His hair was in shambles from the helmet, his curls sticking out in a multitude of different directions.

 Another small laugh involuntarily escaped your lips at the sight.

Kimi tilted his head, his eyes playfully scanning your face. “What?”

“Your hair,” you managed to choke out between winded breaths, “Was that the helmet, or did you accidentally stick your finger in an electrical socket?” 

“Uh, it’s called aerodynamics. You should try it sometime, might make you faster.” 

You scoffed, pushing the door open to the cooldown room that was reserved for the top three. “Woah, slow your roll there, P2. You can criticize my aerodynamics when you're first.”

George was already sitting on the couch when you got there, a cold towel draped over his neck as he watched replays from the race on the screen. 

“Aye, P3! How’d you beat us here?” you asked, crashing on the sofa next to him. Kimi slid down next to you, looping an arm around George’s shoulders to pull his teammate in for a messy sidehug. George didn’t flinch at the sudden pile-up on the couch, just offered a tired but genuine smile and made room. 

“You guys took forever,” he shrugged, his eyes darting between you with a knowing glint. “I thought you had skipped the cool-down room to go have a celebration of your own. Though, clearly, Kimi was busy… losing a battle with a hairdryer?” You laughed once again, your head rolling back to rest on the couch as you lazily glanced at Kimi. He gave George a playful shove, but didn’t deny a thing.

He was probably used to it by now, given how often people would make comments about the two of you together. But beside him, your stomach did that familiar, heavy flip, the one that always made you question everything. 

“Strictly aerodynamics talk. Very professional,” you quipped. You hastily unscrewed your water bottle cap, taking a long sip to deflect from the involuntary heat rising to your cheeks.

“Mhm, sure, whatever you say.” George flashed a smirk that proved he didn’t buy a word you said. You set the bottle down with a deliberate click against the table. 

“Maybe if you listened to our aerodynamics chats, you’d be the one sitting P1, Russell.” 

George let out a dry chuckle, obviously not taking your insults to heart. “Chill, rookie, it’s your first P1. Don’t let it get to your head just yet.”

“I know!”  The sheer excitement and realization peeked through your cocky mask. “First P1! First woman ever to win a Grand Prix. You’re looking at history, baby!”

George’s smirk instantly melted into a genuine, brilliant smile. He reached across the back of the sofa, giving your shoulder a rough, proud shake. "Alright, alright, fair point. History has been made. I suppose I can allow the arrogance just this once."

"Just this once?" you scoffed, leaning into the warmth of the couch.

Beside you, Kimi hadn't spoken, but when you glanced over, his eyes were locked on you. The playful, teasing glint was gone, replaced by an expression that was entirely soft, and entirely too dangerous for your peace of mind. 

For the rest of the time, the three of you just watched the race replays on the big screen until an official popped their head in to signal it was time for the podium. 

The room had fallen into a peaceful silence, and suddenly the distance between you and Kimi felt miniscule. It would be so easy to shift your weight. To lean into his embrace, to let your exhaustion win, and let him hold you the way you knew he wanted to. But you forced yourself to remain upright, your eyes locked on the screen to prevent them from drifting in his direction. 

You loved him. It was a terrifying, undeniable truth that had haunted you for months, a lingering feeling that sat heavy and suffocating against your chest. Kimi was the one who spent all those late nights analyzing telemetry data with you, the one who made you his favorite Italian dishes when you cried over cruel media headlines, the one who made loving someone seem so easy in such an awful world.

It was no secret he felt the same. It had become an unspoken barrier in your relationship, the quiet knowledge that you both felt entangled with one another in a way, though neither of you dared to utter the words into existence. 

As a woman in such a male-dominated sport, you couldn’t afford a romance with another driver. All of your energy already went into proving yourself, fighting to be respected in a world that cared more about your gender than your lap times. Dating Kimi would ruin everything you worked so hard for. You would become a WAG first and a driver second, and compromising your values and career wasn’t an option. So, you held back, choosing to suffer with the ache of “almost” rather than the risk of losing everything you had built. 

“Time for podiums,” An FIA official announced, popping their head into your room. The three of you sluggishly rose from the couch. The celebrations were fun, of course, but nothing could beat the craving of rest after a grueling race like that. George strolled ahead, leaving you and Kimi walking together slowly. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Kimi asked, shattering the comforting silence between you.

“After the never-ending press conferences? A team dinner, I think,” you sighed, adjusting the sleeves on your race suit.

Kimi slowed his pace just a fraction, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead as he spoke. “You wanna come over after? We can have celebratory affogato and watch that new movie you were talking about.”

Your chest tightened. Say no, your brain demanded. Tell him you’re too tired, the team dinner will run too late. Hanging out in his hotel room at night, even if nothing actually happened, was far too intimate for just friends. You knew how it would go, laughing in the kitchen, holding hands under the blanket, splitting the dessert with a shared spoon, all while desperately pretending nothing was going on. It heavily blurred the dangerous line between friendship and something more, and you couldn’t risk that right now. Please, god, just say no. 

“Yeah,” you murmured, your smile masking your internal panic. “I’ll text you when I’m done with media.” 

Screw his stupid, messy curls and his stupider eyes that you were powerless against. 

By the time you had finished surviving the dozens of interviews, smiled through a fancy team dinner, and escaped back to your hotel to change, it was past midnight. You pulled up to Kimi’s room in an oversized tee and comfy shorts, knowing not even the affogato could stop you from passing out soon, probably in his arms. He opened the door in his Mercedes hoodie and plain sweatpants,his hair now clean but still adorably messy. 

“You’re doing it wrong,” Kimi muttered a few minutes later, hips resting on the counter as he watched you struggle with the espresso machine. 

“I am literally just pressing a button, Kimi,” you said, not bothering to look up as he scooped vanilla gelato into a large bowl. “How can someone press a button wrong?”

He abandoned the spoon and headed towards you, swooping in to fix the machine. “You’re too aggressive. You need to be gentle. It can sense your stress, like a wasp,” he nodded and softly clicked a button, and of course it worked now. “See? Fine Italian engineering requires respect.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the spoon and licking it clean. “It’s a cheap hotel coffee maker, not a Mercedes. And speaking of terrible engineering, have you used the showers in this place? They’re so… confusing.” 

Kimi shot you a dirty look at the Mercedes dig, but decided to let it slide. “I know, right? So many dials and levers, and half of them are useless.”

You laughed, the easy warmth of the moment filling the space between you as he poured the hot espresso over the gelato. Taking the bowl, the two of you moved away from the counter and sat cross-legged on the edge of the hotel bed, facing each other. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound being the metal spoons softly scraping against porcelain. You ate in a peaceful manner, enjoying each other's presence silently with no pressure.

Kimi looked up from the bowl, his eyes slowly tracing your face. He studied the way your eyelashes fluttered calmly, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears when it drooped down, and the way your lips wrapped delicately around the spoon. And suddenly, it was all too much for him.

“You were incredible today," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, quiet register that made your chest ache. "But watching you up there... it just made me realize how hard it is to keep pretending that you're only my friend." 

You finally looked up at him, a cold sense of dread spreading throughout your chest and poisoning your heart. You knew where he was going with this, and you knew what it would cost you to say no. 

“Kimi, please,” you whispered, voice shaking as you set the bowl on the nightstand. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as tears blurred your vision, a silent, desperate plea for him to stop talking.  “Don’t do this. Don’t say it.”

“I have to,” he said softly, reaching out to grasp your hand, unaware his touch only made everything sting more. “Because I love you. Ti amo, tanto. I’ve known for months, and I tried to keep it hidden for your sake, but I can’t, not anymore.”

Each word was like a violent strike to your chest. His eyes were filled with absolute certainty, a look that was hauntingly beautiful, terrifying, and completly devastating. The exact words your heart so desperately longed to hear were also the same words that could ruin your career and passion that you had sacrificed your whole life to build.

Hot tears streamed down your face before you could stop them. “I can't," you choked out, pulling your hand out of his grip as if his touch burned. “I can’t do this, Kimi.” 

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it, grabbing your keys and fleeing before he had time to even try and understand. The weight on your chest had crushed your heart, sobs filling the corridor as you bolted from his room. 

The heavy door of your own hotel room shutting behind you felt like the final nail in the coffin. It was over. Everything was over. There would be no more midnight sleepovers, no more running around the paddock together, no more Kimi. 

Sliding against the door, you fell to your knees and gave in, violent, painful sobs racking your body. His voice replayed in a cruel loop, consuming your entire mind.

Ti amo, tanto. 

You loved him too, so much, and that was the worst part. It made your stomach twist into sharp knots thinking of what you had lost, of all that you had sacrificed for your career that now felt insignificant. For just a fraction of a second, the trophy on the counter felt worthless compared to his touch. But of course, reality always won. You couldn’t let yourself be diminished to just his girlfriend in the eyes of the world. You wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror again if you ever willingly let your work be overshadowed. So, you spent the rest of the night crying in the darkness of your room, praying to whoever would listen, begging for someone to take your feelings away so it would stop hurting. 

The sudden silence after the slam of his door was utterly deafening. 

He sat still on the edge of the mattress, his hands still outstretched to the empty air where you had just been moments ago. The room, which had just felt so warm and cozy, was now large and freezing.  On the nightstand, the abandoned affogato melted, the flavors swirling together to create a murky puddle. 

He had imagined that conversation a thousand times in his head, but he never pictured this. He thought you felt it too, the lingering glances in the paddock, the squeeze of your hand under blankets, the unspoken gravity that pulled you together every racing weekend. Had he read everything wrong and fucked it all up?

A sickening flood of regret suddenly threatened to drown him. He hadn’t meant to push you away, and he certainly hadn’t meant to make you cry. But he couldn’t bury his feelings any longer. He couldn’t hide how every weekend, when his mind should be focused on racing, his eyes always searched for you in the crowd. He couldn’t hide how empty he felt during breaks when you weren't by his side. The weight of it had become too much to bear, and it had all just spilled out. 

For a second, he thought about following you into the corridor, but the memory of tears streaming down your cheeks as you fled kept him exactly where he was. It was over. 

The next two weeks between racing weekends had been, simply put, an agonizing blur. You hadn’t spoken to Kimi since the night in his room. No texts, no calls ,no late-night hangouts, nothing. Just radio silence, from both ends. 

Which only made your arrival at the next track ten times worse. The paddock buzzed like usual, teams from everywhere meeting, testing, and socializing under the beaming sun. Normally, you and Kimi naturally found one another among the chaos, sneaking snacks between data analysis, or even just sitting silently together whenever you could grab a moment of freetime. This time, you could pass as strangers. 

When Kimi eventually passed the Red Bull garage, deep in conversation with one of his engineers, you purposefully pulled out your phone, pretending you were busy (you were staring blankly at the weather app). You didn’t look his way. He didn’t look yours. The distance between you felt loud, a noticeable pause in the crowded paddock. 

“What’s going on with you two?”

You nearly jumped out of your racing suit, looking over to see Max leaning next to you, also watching Kimi disappear as he turned the corner. Max wasn’t one for prying into people’s personal lives, but as your teammate, he spent way too long with you to not know when something was wrong. 

“Nothing,” you shook your head, eyes locked on the ground. “I’m just trying to stay focused on the season.”

“Bullshit. You haven’t stood within ten feet of each other since the last podium, and your telemetry data from yesterday looked like you were distracted,” Max said, his tone surprisingly blunt as he pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “You can lie to Mekies, but you can't lie to me. Did you guys fight or something?”

The walls you had been hiding behind for the past fourteen days suddenly came crashing down. You dragged him to the side, a spot hidden from nearby cameras and reporters, before pouring your heart out. You spilled everything. The espresso machine, the ti amo, the panic, and how you had fled out of a terrifying certainty that letting yourself love a competitor would turn your career into a media shitshow. 

Max sat and listened silently as you rambled on, his expression not wavering even as he wiped a stray tear from your face. 

“You’re overthinking this,” He stated firmly.

You blinked, caught off guard slightly. “Max-”

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted, looking at you sternly. “It doesn’t matter what they think. It doesn’t matter who you date, or how fast your laps are, those people won’t respect you either way. Fuck them. Don’t waste your time trying to win them over. Who you love won’t change your times ”

You let out a sigh, exhaling all of the stress that had been accumulating deep inside your chest for the past two weeks. 

Max watched you for a second, the harshness in his expression softening just a fraction, before he gestured vaguely toward the Mercedes garage. “Besides, he’s been driving awful all week because he’s miserable, and frankly, it’s getting dangerous for the rest of us on the grid. So do everyone a favor and go fix it. I'd like to win the race on Sunday without your boyfriend running me off the track.” 

Max’s words echoed in your head all day, looping like a broken record. He didn’t understand the struggles you faced, the misogyny that affected you on the daily. He had the luxury of being judged based on his race times. He didn’t feel what it was like to have your wins dissected and analyzed until being invalidated by a flimsy excuse. If you let Kimi in, you knew the headlines would only grow worse. 

By the time you were done with strategy meetings and engineering chats, night had already fallen. The frantic daytime rush of the paddock had died down by now, replaced by a quieter atmosphere where only a few hard-workers remained. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you made up your mind, grabbing your team jacket and running to the (mostly) empty Mercedes hospitality unit. 

You stopped outside Kimi’s driver room, taking one sharp, steadying breath before knocking softly.

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing an exhausted Kimi. His curls had that familiar messiness to them, but his eyes now held a new, tired burden to them. They widened slightly as his brain finally caught up and realized who he was looking at. 

“Hi,” you whispered softly, throat tight with all the words you longed to say.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice incredibly fragile, as if bracing for you to put another barrier up. 

The silence floated heavy in the air, filled with unspoken confessions. Kimi didn’t move, just waited for you to say something, anything. 

“I’m sorry,” you started, voice already cracking on the first syllable. The tears you promised not to shed had betrayed you and began pooling in your waterline. “I just left you there, and I’ve felt sick every day since. I am so, so sorry, Kimi.”

Kimi’s eyes softened immediately as he shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed like that. If I made you feel trapped, or ruined our friendship–”

“You didn’t ruin anything!” you snapped, unable to listen to him take the blame. “It was me, Kimi. It was never you. When– when you said those words to me, it was everything I had ever wanted to hear, but it felt like a trap. I’ve sacrificed everything to be an F1 driver. My friendships, my relationships, my teenage years... everything. Just to be treated like shit by half the reporters out there. And I was so scared that if I let myself have you, it would all fall on me again. I thought they would stop seeing me as a driver. I thought for my career to work out, it couldn’t work out between us.”

You took a ragged breath, a hot tear finally spilling over your lashes.

“But these two weeks without you have been hell. I miss everything, and I miss you the most of all. Not speaking to you hurt worse than any headline ever could. I don’t want to live in fear of what people might say anymore. I don’t want to celebrate a podium if you aren't there with me.”

More tears fell as you took a step closer, your vulnerability spilling out. 

“I love you, Kimi. Ti amo, tanto. And I’m so sorry it took me breaking down like this to finally tell you.”

Kimi didn’t say a single word. He simply closed the remaining gap between you, throwing his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his chest. He held you through every single sob, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. You could feel his own heartbeat racing wildly against your ribs as his hands ran comfortingly along your back, holding you so deeply it felt like he was trying to erase those two weeks of radio silence in a single moment. 

Slowly, the frantic pace of your breathing began to match his steady, grounding rhythm. Kimi pulled back just enough to look down at you, his thumbs tenderly wiping away the damp tracks on your cheeks as a soft, breathless laugh escaped him. 

“You are the only thing that keeps me sane out here, and no one on this grid could ever erase how incredible you are in that car,” he murmured, his voice thick with relief as his eyes searched yours. “We will handle the media, okay? Side by side. I just need you. Ti amo, tanto.”

As he pulled you back into a tight embrace, the stress of the last few weeks dissipated from your chest. The terrifying noise of the paddock, the fear of the headlines, and the doubts that had kept you awake for weeks all faded into nothing but background noise. You finally let yourself breathe again, knowing that no matter what, you would be okay, because you had Kimi by your side. 

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Omg I loved “ are you sick of me “ it was so cuteeee

Do you have any thoughts abt Kimi when y/n is actually sick or even like Mildly injured? Maybe even during a race weekend and she doesn’t want to stress him out so she try’s to just keep it on the down low

The way you write him is so cute it’s the perfect balance of like goofy and caring

AS LONG AS YOU'RE NEXT TO ME

“ — just the two of us! ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x sick!reader blurb

warnings & tags- sickness, teeny bit gross, cringy pet names, fem reader, mainly just cutie fluff

[a/n]- requests are open! tysm to whoever requested this youre the sweetest 💘

850 words

A series of cold chills traveled down your spine, despite the stifling heat that filled your Barcelona hotel room. Curled up under piles of blankets on the stiff bed, you felt the warm cotton cling to your dewy skin. It was a weird contradiction, feeling absolutely frozen while shivering in a sweat.

Dirty tissues filled the small trash bin on the floor, while your phone sat discarded on the nightstand. You were so achy and exhausted, even doomscrolling took too much effort. Your head pounded so viscously that simply thinking felt impossible. So, you sat there, mouth-breathing like a zombie, practically awaiting death.

Kimi had sensed something was wrong this morning. Your usual Friday race-weekend tradition, having a cup of coffee together before he left for meetings and training, was skipped entirely because you were too wiped out to even pull yourself out of bed.

And he definitely knew something was wrong when you didn't answer any of his texts all day. Not even a quick little heart. Nothing.

With a little bit of smooth talking, he convinced the team to let him leave the track slightly earlier than usual. The sun had just began falling as he pulled up to your shared hotel room.

"Amore?" He called out, instantly missing the bubbly energy that usually filled the room when he got home. Setting his keys down, he turned the corner into the bedroom and found you, head lolling back and shoulders wrapped tightly in a blanket. His eyes fell to the used tissues, then to the unusual paleness of your skin, and everything clicked. "Oh, la mia piccola polpettina," (my little meatball) he teased, sinking down on the bed next to you.

You let out a weak laugh at the dumb nickname (that he knew you hated), rolling your head to look at him as he leaned into your side.

"Stop," you protested, shoving him weakly. "I'm gonna get you sick before your race."

He completely ignored your push (if you could even call it that) and wrapped his arms around your shoulders anyways. "Did you take any medicine?"

"No. I couldn't find any in the hotel room, and I was too tired to go out."

"You should've called me," Kimi said, pulling back to look at you, his brows furrowing in something similar to disappointment, but much softer.

You sighed, looking into his brown eyes as they scanned your face. "You were practicing all day."

"Doesn't matter. Call me next time," He stated firmly, shifting to sit up. "Will you be okay if I run to the store?"

You nodded weakly, head still too groggy to form words, though a small smile tocuhed your lips.

"I'll be on call with you the whole time," he offered as a form of reassurance, but it only caused you to groan.

"Talking takes too much energy," you whined as he stood up, grabbing his keys and wallet.

"Don't talk then. Put your phone on your pillow, but just stay on the line. I want to make sure you're okay."

Before you could reply, he was out the door, and your phone was already ringing with an incoming call. Reaching an arm out of your blanket cocoon, you answered it and set the phone on the pillow next to you.

"Long time no see," he joked, and you smiled softly, even if he couldn't see it.

"You're such a dork," you uttered with no real malice, your head sinking softly into the pillows as your eyes fluttered shut. As you drifted off, the last thing you felt was the deep comfort of his presence, while on the other end, Kimi quietly walked the store aisles, keeping the phone pressed to his ear just to listen to the steady, comforting sound of your breathing.

You woke as the door creaked open again, your eyes adjusting to the light as you stared at the many bags in his hands. "I thought you went for medicine."

Kimi shuffled in, setting the bags down on the table. "Well, I also wanted to get stuff to make dinner. Minestrina. The Italian cure for any illness. And, I knew you would be bored all day tomorrow, so I got some coloring stuff for you. A coloring book with the little characters you like, and pencils."

You wiped the sleep from your eyes, a warmth spreading through your chest as you looked at the bags. "You got me a coloring book?"

"And the good pencils," Kimi clarified, walking over to the side of the bed and pressing a cool hand to your forehead to check your temperature. "The ones you don't have to press down hard on. I remembered."

Your head tilted slightly and your bottom lip stuck out as you stared into his eyes, too full of gratitude and exhaustion to properly form words yet. He kissed you on the forehead, hand cupping your warm cheek.

"Now rest. I'll start dinner, you need something good to eat."

You shuffled back into the pillows, drifting back to sleep with the comfort of knowing you always had someone to take care of you.

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MASTERLIST- KIMI ANTONELLI !

ˋ°•*⁀➷ social media aus (smaus)

SHOOTING STARS, RACING CARS- bearman!reader, fluff

ARE YOU SICK OF ME?- pr manager!reader, fluff

GOD, I'M SO LOVESICK- artist!reader, fluff, series

↳ part one

ˋ°•*⁀➷ imagines

I’N NOT IN LOVE, SO DONT FORGET IT - f1 driver!reader, angst + fluff

I SURRENDER - childhood bestfriend!reader, angst + mainly smut

ˋ°•*⁀➷ blurbs

AS LONG AS YOU'RE NEXT TO ME- sick!reader, fluff

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REQUEST RULES!

— i write smaus, imagines (short stories 1k-6k words), and blurbs (100-1k words). please specify which one you would like when requesting! open to other formats, just detail in request

ˋ°•*⁀➷ i only write for kimi antonelli x fem!reader (as of right now)

self explanatory. this is open to change of course! i can potentially do gn!reader in imagines/blurbs/actual writing, but smaus will have to be fem.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ i will write mature content

all mature content will have warnings. you are responsible for the media you choose to consume.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ i cannot guarantee i will answer every request

you are free to request whatever you want, no judgement! if it's something im uncomfortable with, it will not be written.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ i'm not an f1 superfan

welp, this is awkward. i love f1 but no, i could not tell you everything about it, so inconsistencies / inaccuracies may occur. sorry guys!

disclaimer! there is no specific face claim (unless stated otherwise) in any of the smaus i do! all photos are taken off pinterest, of random girls that fit the vibe. you are welcome to request a specific face claim/character trait in smaus!

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ARE YOU SICK OF ME?

“ — would you like to be? ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x pr manager!reader smau

warnings & tags- cursing, probably inaccuracies, fem reader, kimi being kimi, workplace relationship, friends to lovers, fluff

[a/n]- requests are open! i do both writing and smaus :) ill make a masterlist/intro soon i swear lmao

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kimi.antonelli- great weekend ey

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georgerussel63- i'm not laughing kimi

↳ kimi.antonelli- we can tell 😄

y/nmain- kimi delete the last photo immediately

↳ kimi.antonelli- i will later

↳ y/nmain- i wont have a job later kimi

ollibearman- who pr trained you

↳ y/nmain- i don’t wanna talk about it

↳ olliebearman- i expected better from you

mercedesamgf1- congrats on p1! 🥇

↳ kimi.antonelli- thanks y/n!

↳ mercedesamgf1- are you actively trying to get me fired ?

user7- GEORGE IM CRYING

user2- wait who’s the last girl

↳ user8- that’s y/n his pr manager

↳ user2- are they dating omg

↳ user4- haven’t denied it 🤷‍♀️

user4- WHY IS HE FLIRTING WITH THE PR TEAM AGAIN

lando- i forget you’re a teenage boy

↳ kimi.antonelli- you act the same way and you’re 26

↳ lando- touche

maxverstappen1- you are a pr teams worst nightmare

↳ mercedesamgf1- oh trust me we know

↳ kimi.antonelli- WHAT THE HELL Y/N

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y/nmain- lovely weekend ey

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yourbestfriend- HII BEAUTIFUL I MISS U

↳ ynmain- i miss u tooooo

kimi.antonelli- i took the last photo!!!

↳ ynmain- thank you thank you

↳ kimi.antonelli- i was trained well

user9- is this a soft launch??

user4- awe kimi was first to like

user11- im crying she likes her own posts using the mercedes account 😭

↳ y/nmain- shhhhh

↳ user11- ily ur so iconic

user6- THE MATCHING CAPTIONS WITH KIMI AWEEEE

KIMI ANTONELLI DENIES RELATIONSHIP!- F1 Gossip News

All across the internet, people have been speculating that Kimi Antonelli, Mercedes F1 rookie, has been romantically involved with coworker Y/N L/N. One fan on X (formally twitter) even wrote, "maybe that's why he's always excited for pr" (From user kimifan4life).

Well, our interviewers got a chance to ask him personally, and unfortunately, it was not the answer most were hoping for. When asked about Y/N, Antonelli claimed she was a "good friend and great part of the team." Our interviewer pushed and questioned if there was any chance of romance, but he denied and went on to claim he was single. Lucky day for all of the Kimi fangirls!

Follow F1 Gossip News to get updated on the latest information within the racing world.

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mercedesamgf1- Great time this week! 🌟🥇

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georgerussel63- 🩵🔥

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kimi.antonelli- 💪

↳ mercedesamgf1- 🥇💪

user6- wtf are these lame ah comments

user0- wheres the kimi and y/n beef :(

user8- looks like they had a pr meeting 😓

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y/nmain- beach day 🏖️

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yourbestfriend- GORGEOUSSS

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yourotherfriend- ILYYYYY

↳ y/nmain- 💗

user5- where's kimi in these commentssss

user7- did they fire her??

↳ y/nmain- they cant fire me im the personality hire 🔥

↳ user7- OMG U REPLIED ILYYY

user3- kimi liked but no comment :(

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mercedesamgf1- Little behind the scenes this week!

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kimi.antonelli- mercedes for the win 💪💪

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georgerussel63- aye why am i not included

↳ kimi.antonelli- the fans like seeing me better 😎

↳ georgerussel63- chill lil bro

user5- GUYS IF YOU WATCH THE VIDEO THEY POSTED KIMI IS LOOKING AT Y/N IN THE LAST PHOTO

↳ user7- KIMIYN IS BACK !!!!

↳ user9- I KNEW THAT PAPARZZI PHOTO WAS OF HER

user11- shi why is he mogging

user2- just because he was looking at yn doesnt mean anything 😭 yall new fans are crazy

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y/nmain- ☕📸

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yourbestfriend- awe so gorg!

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user7- LEWIS WHY ARE YOU LIKING WHAT DO YOU KNOW

user9- soft launching omg???

user5- KIMI COMMENT PLZ

user8- could be someone else..

↳ user2- r we deadass

↳ user3- what stage of denial is this lmao

user11- no one mentioning how absolutely aesthetic she is??? ↳ user1- i mean posting on insta is kinda her job LMAO

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kimi.antonelli- welp cats out of the bag 🐈 tagged y/nmain

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y/nmain- totally ruined the soft launch but okay!

↳ kimi.antonelli- idk how you expected me to keep you hidden bella

olliebearman- im shocked kimi pulls

↳ kimi.antonelli- im a catch wdym

georgerussel63- quick everyone act surprised

↳ kimi.antonelli- it wasnt that obvious

↳ georgerussel63- oh please everyone else knew before YOU even knew

toto.wolff- 🩵🩵

↳ kimi.antonelli- 🩵🩵

↳ user11- awe even toto approves

user4- AHHHH WAIT I LOVE THISSS

user2- he's so bf material

user1- i love when attractive people date each other

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SHOOTING STARS, RACING CARS

“ — everything i own just feels like ours! ”

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a kimi antonelli x bearman!reader smau

warnings & tags - light cursing, short fic, friends to lovers, reader is ollies little sister (she's 19), probably some inaccuracies, cute lovey dovey fluff

[a/n]- first post hehe leave requests/feedback!!

liked by... kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, and others

y/nbearman- after monaco im switching to support mercedes 🩵

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olliebearman- delete this immediately

olliebearman- im actually offended by that caption

↳ y/nbearman- maybe finish the race next time and ill switch back!

↳ olliebearman- i hate you???

kimi.antonelli- you chose the right team 🫡

↳ y/nbearman- dont let me down kimi 🫡

↳ kimi.antonelli- oh cool no pressure

georgerussel63- glad you came to your senses 🩵

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↳ olliebearman- guys why are you encouraging this im her brother she should support me???

↳ y/nbearman- #staymad

alicia_torriani- i'll miss you in haas 🙁

↳ y/nbearman- nooo alicia join me 💔

↳ alicia_torriani- ill consider it just for you

↳ olliebearman- STOP TURNING PEOPLE AGAINST ME

user6- she actually is living the dream

user90- anyone else picking up the vibes between kimi and y/n? 👀

↳ user11- the friendly vibes? almost as if theyve been friends for years? you guys are so quick to ship any boy and girl that interacts omfg

↳ user90- damn okay let a girl dream

liked by... georgerussel63, y/nbearman, and others

kimi.antonelli-Che onore. Città bellissima, auto bellissime, persone bellissime. (what an honor. beautiful city, beautiful cars, beautiful people.)

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lewishamilton- well deserved 💪

↳ kimi.antonelli- 💪💪

y/nbearman- HELL YESSSS SO PROUD OF YOU KIMI 🩵🩵

↳ kimi.antonelli- cant wait to see you in mercedes teal next race!

georgerussel63- lets gooooooo

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user3- im dying at the serious post + random pic of y/n at the end

user8- "persone bellissime"??? yooooo kimi what do you mean beautiful people

liked by... kimi.antonelli, carmenmmundt, and others

y/nbearman- dnf? more like deez nuts forever 🔥🔥🔥 tagged kimi.antonelli

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olliebearman- im laughing so hard at the caption 😂😂🤣😂🤣

↳ y/nbearman- shut up you dont get me

kimi.antonelli- im embarrassed 😕

↳ y/nbearman- oh stop you just won 5 in a row before this im always impressed

↳ olliebearman- OH okay so when KIMI dnfs its fine but HEAVEN FORBID I DNF

↳ y/nbearman- damn who pissed in your cheerios this morning

georgerussel63- glad you came 🩵

↳ y/nbearman- aye congrats on p2!!!

carmenmmundt- i loved hanging out with you please come by more often

↳ y/nbearman- ABSOLUTELY ily carmen!

lando- maybe its time to switch to mclaren

↳ y/nbearman- not a chance, lando, not a chance

user90- im just saying... theyd be cute together

user0- ur stunning

liked by... kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, and others

y/nbearman- were getting the gang back together!

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user68- girlll we all saw the tweet

olliebearman- im still in shock that kimi got that high

↳ y/nbearman- he's literally spiderman bro

olliebearman- she ate shit after the second photo btw

↳ y/nbearman- wow you really just cant keep your mouth shut

↳ olliebearman- im still pissed about my gummy worms you ate

kimi.antonelli- this is "aura" as the teenagers say

↳ y/nbearman- kimi stop pretending you arent one of them

↳ kimi.antonelli- 😕

user4- so does ollie know yet?

↳ user6- stay out of their lives gyat dayum

user6- it barely even looked like them you guys are so dramatic

↳ user9- negative nancy over here omg let the kimiyn shippers have something

liked by… mercedesamgf1, kimi.antonelli, and others

y/nbearman- welp you guys caught us! tagged kimi.antonelli

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kimi.antonelli- la mia bellissima ragazza🩵🩵 (my beautiful girl)

↳ y/nbearman- 🩵🩵

mercedesamgf1- so excited for our new wag!! 😍

↳ y/nbearman- 😎

olliebearman- i hate this i hate both of you

↳ y/nbearman- so sweet as always 🥰

olliebearman- kimi? of all people? im disappointed

↳ kimi.antonelli- get used to it, future brother-in-law!

↳ olliebearman- oh god

charles_leclerc- soooo unexpected not like we all had been betting on this for weeks haha

↳ y/nbearman- excuse me

↳ charles_leclerc- if you started dating a week ago i wouldnt be out 20 euros

↳ y/nbearman- im sorry???

user90- I CALLED IT

user7- awe theyre so cute

user89- the third photo im dead

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