kina

The subtle shift of Charles adjusting his body tore your attention away from the screen. It seemed he was trying to play off his growing erection as him simply adjusting, but you’ve had enough sexual experience to know what it really is.

The two of you slowly lean in for a kiss, looking into each other’s eyes with a stare more intense than how friends should normally look. His tongue grazes your lip as if asking to be let in. The kiss is electrifying— full of years of longing and unspoken feelings. His hands are touching everywhere, grabbing as much as he can.

“Are you a hundred percent sure about this?” Now you’re getting frustrated with this beautiful man. “If you don’t kiss me again Charles, I will lose it.”

He wastes no time as leans down to kiss deeper and pushes you down, your back softly hitting the couch. When he takes off his shirt, you become mesmerized by his body. It's nothing you haven't seen before, but that doesn't change the fact he looks incredible.

Kisses trail down your body until it reaches your waist. Each press of his lips is slow and intentional. Hands tugging at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off as fast as he can.

Charles gently ran his fingers over your pussy, opening it up to get a better view. His eyes lit up with his lips were slightly parted; you'd think he was about to drool. "Can I please taste you chéri? I need it so bad, please.” You never knew Charles was one to beg when it came to sex, but you gladly welcomed it.

He softly whispered, “Oh mon amour, you’re so wet already.” A surprised yelp came out of your mouth when Charles had his tongue buried in your cunt. His tongue lapped your core, your hands instinctively gripped his hair roughly. No complaints came from him, rather, he felt even more motivated.

His enthusiasm amused you, though you were too distracted to focus on that with your head thrown back against the couch in pleasure. Moans came out of your mouth as he continued devouring you like a man starved.

It felt like there was a knot tightening in your stomach. With your desperation to chase the high, you couldn’t resist grinding on his face. You attempted to wrap your legs around his head to push him deeper. However, his hands firmly grabbed your legs, holding them in place to continue ravaging you with his tongue. 

You writhed in pleasure from below him and he couldn’t help but moan at the sight, sending vibrations throughout your whole body that made your breath hitch.

His mouth moved to your clit, his fingers replacing his tongue right when you were about to whine at the emptiness. His fingers pumped in and out, slow at first before picking up the pace. Going fast and hard until the squelching sounds coming from your wetness was all that could be heard. The combination of the two had you nearly screaming. "Ah— Cha! Charles, right there!" 

At some point, fingers weren’t enough for either of you. He’s already taking off whatever clothes he has on left, freeing his thick cock— and his size looks absolutely perfect for you. Its bright red tip already dripping with pre cum.

He props you up and aligns himself to your entrance before sinking in. Charles’ breathing grows erratic as he pushes deeper. Your back arched off the couch and into his touch. The stretching feeling causes your nails to dig in and carve crescent moons into the skin of his waist. 

Giving you time to adjust, he tilts your chin up, grinning. "Are you alright?" he asks, planting kisses to your temple. "I didn't hurt you, did I?” You shook your head, signaling him no. 

The adrenaline and sheer need to feel him was strong. Despite him staying still, it’s as if you can feel every detail of his cock against your walls. It honestly became hard to think, your mind cloudy and overwhelmed by the fullness of it all. But clearly, you were desperate for more and who was he to deny you of what you wanted.

"Fuck…" he whimpered softly, eyes fluttering shut and brows furrowing as he started to move. "Yes! Just like that," you pant at the euphoric feeling. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning with every whimper you hear from his mouth. "Mon Dieu, you feel so good."

Your pussy was taking him better than he ever dreamed of— which he has. Charles had to constantly remind himself that this was real, that his bestfriend really is riding him and it’s not just his hand pretending it’s you. Moaning his name the more your body moved against his. 

His thrusts were quick and would every so often go deeper, leaving you gasping for air each time. Pounding deep into you as if that was his sole purpose in life.

“Fuck- Cha- I’m-” each word coming out of your mouth as a pant. You cry out, hands fisting whatever material you can, walls pulsing hard around him. Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, Charles can’t help but think you look beautiful. Looking so cock-drunk like this.

Your body shuddered, walls clenching around him. His name falling from your lips in a scream with each thrust as you came all over his dick. Charles didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm.

The pace of his thrusts become sloppy. You can feel how close he is; his dick twitching inside you, his breathing getting shallower, the man is literally trembling.

As much as he wanted to finish inside you, he decided to hold back. “Sh-hit,” he whimpered softly, jaw slack as he pumped his cock a few times before he spurted out his cum onto your stomach.

Charles bent down to press his forehead against yours as he comes down from his high. His lips were still glistening with the wetness from earlier, so you reached to wipe his chin. 

For a while, the two of you just stay there in each other’s presence. Both trying to catch your breath. The steady heartbeats and warmth radiating off each other felt so comforting that you wouldn’t want to leave anyways.

“That was…” he started, struggling to find the right words.

“Amazing,” you finished, laughing breathlessly.

He sat up and grabbed his shirt from wherever it landed. Gently wiping your body from any and all the accumulated fluids. While he cleaned you up, the realization of what you both just did was hitting you both. 

Charles’ mind was racing, unsure of what your reaction would be. Maybe this was only a one time thing. Maybe you’d break off the friendship and never speak to him. A very tiny part of him began to regret even doing this if it would’ve led to you hating him. Before he could overthink even more, you broke the silence.

“I think we’re more than just friends at this point, right?”

People either want to be him or be with him, and understandably so. You could see it in the way fans treated him— flooding to him in both real life and social media just trying to get an ounce of his attention, to which he happily reciprocates just enough to give them a false sense of hope. You refuse to simply be one of his admirers, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to impress you anyways.

Kimi Antonelli adds another Grand Prix win under his belt! The announcement rings throughout the whole track. It’s a sign that as much as you wanted to avoid him, that just wasn’t possible today— or ever really, considering it’s your job. 

The paddock was buzzing with post-race energy, but it’s nothing you aren’t already used to. The interviews were just as hectic with your first one of the day being with Charles Leclerc, who was clearly elated with his podium result. “Thanks for your time, Charles! Keep it up for the next race!”

Just as you were checking on who to interview next, there was the calling of your name by a voice that was all-too familiar. “I’m heartbroken that I wasn’t the first person you interviewed, and here I was thinking I’m your favorite on the grid.” The comment makes you roll your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Kimi.” There was a certain theme to your interviews with Kimi. He tries to flirt as much as possible while you try to dodge them and focus on the interview. It had become routine, really. 

The fans love all these interactions, saying you bring out his flirty side. They wouldn’t be saying that if they were in your position.

“Congratulations on the win today, Kimi! You managed to make a comeback despite a bit of a struggle at the beginning there. Would you say this is your hardest race so far?”

“I think it’s too soon to tell so I can’t say for sure,” you’re almost taken aback by how normal his response is. “What I can say though, is that every moment I’m with you is a win in itself.” Ah, there it is.

Although used to his flirtatious remarks, it didn’t stop your heart from racing. Despite having always brushed him off, you secretly had buried a small crush on him a long time ago. You weren’t naïve nor stupid enough to fall in love just to get your heart broken.

The interviews that followed became a blur until it was finally time to leave. You’re trying to call an Uber when out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar curly haired Italian walking over.

“Shouldn’t you be partying with the team right now? Wait— let me guess, you wanted to celebrate it with me.” He chuckled, “How perceptive! You are a really good journalist.” He obviously peeked at the screen since he suddenly asked, “Do you need a ride home?”

Glancing up from the phone, seeing a very hopeful looking Kimi Antonelli with eyes so soft and sincere. You hate how his face made your heart pound and how for that brief moment, you wanted to fall for his charms.

Before you could accept his offer, the daydream shattered with the sound of cheers calling for him. You both turned to the direction of the sound, seeing fans that were currently running over to him. There was a clear panic shown on his face, gaze darting to you and them. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the guilt and hesitation in his eyes.

That’s when you had to remind yourself of your position. He was a celebrity with a reputation and no matter how skilled you are at your job, the levels of fame aren’t even comparable.

“Actually… I think I can go home by myself,” you say with a small smile, albeit a forced one. “Wait, don't go yet,” but it was too late, walking away as fast as your feet could take you. Afraid that if you let him say anything more, you’ll fall and want to stay. The pain from that didn’t seem worth it. “Looking forward to the next race, Antonelli.”

Stepping in the car, tears started flowing out. This feels so stupid. Crying over a relationship that was nowhere near romantic. He flirts like it’s a reflex and you foolishly thought for a second that you were special. You had the audacity to fall into comfort like a child who doesn’t know better, forgetting to protect your fragile heart.

As you desperately try to ignore the painful thoughts in your head, a notification pops up from your phone. Unsurprisingly, it’s a message from Kimi. He was apologizing for being interrupted earlier and how he wished he could’ve spent more time with you on the way home.

You shot him a reply, “It’s no problem, there’s no need to anyways. Last I checked, our relationship is purely professional.” As much as you wished it wasn’t, Kimi seemed to be fine with it considering he left the response on delivered.

Before long, the next qualifying race came. You were dreading having to see Kimi after what happened a few weeks past, but the job doesn’t stop for anyone.

Soon enough, qualifying had ended and the energy of the space became lively with all the journalists present, yourself included, scribbling and typing rapidly as they prepared their questions for the drivers.

Performance-wise, Kimi did well during the qualifying despite some minor slip-ups which you’d ask him about later in the media pen. 

You were in the middle of smoothing out your clothes when someone you know to be Kimi’s PR officer came up to you. “I’m really sorry, but Kimi has personally requested that you don’t interview him this race weekend.”

The grip you had on the microphone tightened. Directly being told that he didn’t want to speak to you stung. Drivers refuse to answer certain journalists all the time, so you tried to understand. Emphasis on tried.

Some of the drivers stepped out into the media pen, you spotted Kimi walking with Ollie. As Kimi heard the mass of voices calling for him, he turned his head and made eye contact with you. Passing him a soft smile, you try to quell the thoughts in your head. Only to be met with him quickly looking away.

You end up interviewing George first for his P1 qualifying result. Not exactly the Mercedes driver you wanted to talk to right now, but the interaction thankfully distracted you momentarily.

A part of you wanted to talk to Kimi privately after his media obligations, but that idea was shut down when he ran out as quickly as possible. There weren’t any messages from him even after you waited the whole day.

You think maybe he’ll come around tomorrow. Then tomorrow came and proved you wrong. He proceeded to act the same way he did during qualifying, completely ignoring you.

The blatant ignoration didn’t go unnoticed by the public. Although you’re unsure as to why they cared, people caught word of how Kimi refused to be interviewed by you. Posts were flooding in about him not interacting with his favorite journalist. They’ve started making the craziest of guesses as to what possibly could’ve happened, but you honestly weren’t sure yourself. 

The most popular theory so far was that you tried confessing to Kimi but got turned down. This was “backed” by the videos the fans took that fateful day when you both stopped interacting. People were in your comments curious for more information, while they were in Kimi’s telling him that you wouldn’t be good for him anyways.

So-called fans took it upon themselves to send you hate for even being interested in him. A common sentiment among them being that you weren’t on his level of fame and success. It was all too intense for you as someone who’s not used to being the topic of F1 gossip.

It’s been a few weeks since then and the people's curiosity has not died down.  You've decided to stay off social media for the time being for the sake of your sanity. At this point, you felt that contacting Kimi was a must. He made it clear he didn’t want to talk to you, but it has increasingly become too much to handle.

You wanted to nip this situation in the bud, especially considering that the next grand prix was coming up and getting bombarded by his fans seemed inevitable. 

Finally logging back on Instagram with the intent of messaging Kimi, you were recommended a post about him on your feed which caught your eye. It was a clip from an interview he did a few days ago where he was asked about you.

( Selected snippets from an interview with Kimi Antonelli )

Q: On a personal note, Kimi, the people have been wondering about something for a while—

KA: I have a feeling I know what you’re talking about. (chuckling)

Q: It’s been on everyone’s mind these days, honestly! So, what’s your relationship with this particular journalist?

KA: Well, we met during my rookie year and we were both the newbies at our jobs. It was purely professional from the start, but I found myself looking forward to the interviews since it started to feel like I was just chatting with a friend.

Q: Why haven’t you interacted with each other lately then?

KA: Honestly (smiling)... I used to flirt with anyone for the fun of it. I didn’t realize it but eventually, flirting with them felt less like it was for my entertainment but more because I wanted to. 

Q: Oh! Are you implying you fell in love?

KA: I tried making my feelings more obvious, tried to make some moves (laughing). I’m not sure if they caught on. Actually, I never even got the chance to ask them out, but it seemed like they really wanted to keep the relationship strictly professional. I tried to keep it that way to respect their decision, but I couldn’t. Distancing myself seemed like the easiest option at the time.

Q: Rejecting a rising F1 star such as yourself seems insane, don’t you think?

KA: Actually, I’d appreciate it if people wouldn’t judge or send hate to them. We can’t control how we feel about each other. Sending unnecessary hate to someone just because they don’t reciprocate my feelings seems more insane to me. 

( End of clip )

The interview left you stunned. Your mind was in overdrive, Kimi liked you back which was both amazing and terrifying. Unfortunately, he’s under the impression that you don’t feel the same. Checking your last message with him, it was obvious where he got that idea.

Now there was an even stronger need to message Kimi, so that’s exactly what you did. “We need to talk. Maybe in person after the next race?” He surprisingly responded right away and you both agreed to meet.

The next race weekend came and went. Kimi had won yet again but still opted out of being interviewed by you. You chalked it up to him wanting to keep the conversation private.

Unfortunately, finding the opportunity to talk to Kimi seemed impossible. You slumped down outside as you wondered how to go back to the hotel. A figure quickly steps out of the door, making you jump up in surprise. It turned out to be the man of the hour, grand prix winner, Kimi Antonelli.

He seemed to be just as surprised as you were before his gaze softened. “Just the person I was looking for.” “I’ve been looking for you too,” you respond quietly. 

Anxiety started to show on his face. “I’m assuming you saw the interview,” his eyes suddenly refused to meet yours. “I honestly think I was able to win this time after I got all those feelings off my chest.” No words could leave your mouth before he interjected, “Please make the rejection quick and painless. Rip it off like a bandaid.”

Fingers brushing against his chin, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. “I don’t recall saying I never liked you.” His eyes widened in shock, everything he tried to say coming out as stutters. 

“Would you like to go on a date some time?” “I’d love to.”