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: ˚⋆✮ in which: after finishing your finals, it’s finally time to graduate, and kimi stays by your side through the emotions, patient and proud. (part 2 to hard at work, baby)

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: ˚⋆✮ a/n: NON F1 RELATED. i miss writing f1 a lot but i’ve just been so out of it, i will return. guys do we want charles leclerc smau ... sorry it took so long oops (req by @justareadero1)

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Andrea Kimi Antonelli x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

mine now

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which kenyé steals lamine’s girlfriend

warnings: none

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @levidazai, lmk if you want to be added!

you’d been with lamine for seven months now. everything felt easy, like breathing—sweet texts before every match, late-night calls, soft kisses after long days. the only thing you hadn’t done yet? meet his little brother.

kenyé.

he wasn’t the kind of kid who opened up to people. lamine always said, “he’s super shy—he doesn’t even talk to some of my teammates.” so when lamine looked at you one morning and said, “come over tonight—he asked if you could,” you’d just blinked at him.

he asked?

you’d barely stepped into the house before you felt it—tiny eyes watching you. there was a cartoon playing in the background, the warm smell of dinner filling the space. and then, there he was. peeking out from behind the couch.

lamine leaned in, whispering, “that’s him. he’s been asking about you all day.”

you crouched down gently, offering a soft smile. “hi, kenyé. i’m y/n. i’ve heard a lot about you.”

no response. just big brown eyes, blinking. lamine gave you that look again—he might run. but then, slowly, kenyé walked over. no words. no hesitation.

and then—arms up.

“…you want me to pick you up?” you asked softly.

a single nod.

you glanced back at lamine, who looked like he was witnessing a miracle, and then lifted kenyé carefully. he wrapped his arms around you like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“wow,” lamine mumbled, stunned. “he’s never done that with anyone.”

kenyé turned his face into your neck. “she smells nice.”

your heart just about melted right there. you smiled, hand brushing through his curls. “so do you.”

from that moment, you were his.

he held your hand during dinner. made you sit next to him for the movie. gave you his juice box without even blinking. when it was time to go, he clung to you like you were taking the sun with you.

“you’re mine now, okay?” he mumbled.

lamine, behind you, sighed. “this is ridiculous.”

you looked back at him with a teasing smile. “jealous?”

he raised an eyebrow. “of a toddler?”

you grinned. “a toddler who claimed me before you did.”

and from that moment on, lamine had two battles to fight: defenders on the pitch, and his three-year-old brother at home.

you were waiting by the tunnel, arms folded, scarf wrapped around your neck—his scarf, actually, the one he gave you after that one cold night in february. the match had just ended. barça won. lamine had played like a dream.

but the real show? was just about to start.

you didn’t even get the chance to take a step forward before you saw a tiny figure sprinting toward you.

“kenyé!” you laughed, catching him mid-run as he threw himself into your arms like you were the prize at the end of a race. he wrapped his arms around your neck and clung like a baby monkey. “you missed me that much, huh?”

“mm-hm,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “you smell like home.”

your heart squeezed. this kid.

a minute later, lamine walked out of the tunnel, jersey still damp, cheeks flushed, hair messy and perfect. he spotted you instantly, smile stretching wide across his face. he was already walking toward you, arms opening—

and then he saw kenyé.

wrapped around you. already.

lamine slowed. “…seriously?”

kenyé didn’t even look back. he just clung tighter.

lamine stopped in front of you, pretending to be calm but very much not. “bro. let go. that’s my girlfriend.”

“mine now,” kenyé mumbled.

“no,” lamine said, hands on his hips like he was negotiating with a stubborn teammate. “she’s literally not. she’s mine. she came here for me.”

kenyé tilted his head just enough to glance at him. “she came for me too.”

“you’re three.”

“and you’re loud.”

you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. lamine looked like he’d just been disrespected in ten different languages.

“okay,” he said, trying a new tactic. “what if i give you ten minutes of extra screen time tonight?”

kenyé turned his face back into your neck.

“thirty.”

no response.

“…twenty and i let you beat me in fifa.”

kenyé looked at him now, eyes narrowed. “i already beat you in fifa.”

“you cheated.”

“you’re just bad.”

“okay,” lamine groaned, stepping forward. “amor, seriously. can i just—can i have one post-match hug? please?”

you smiled, one arm still wrapped around kenyé as you reached out the other. “group hug?”

lamine muttered something under his breath but leaned in, arms wrapping around you both. you felt him press a kiss to your temple, then whisper low against your ear.

“just so you know… i’m gonna win you back.”

you laughed softly. “you better hurry. your competition’s got a strong grip.”

kenyé, still holding on, smirked like he’d already won.

(i am in desperate need of fic recs of jude, trent, michael, hugo, lamine, djed, and noni)

pairing: kimi antonelli x florist!reader

summary: a chatty girl starts showing up at your family flower shop every single day and, for some reason, decides you'd be the perfect match for her older brother.

warnings: fluff, love at first sight, maggie playing cupid, gorgeous kimi (obviously), brief mention of annoying men 🙄

word count: 3.2k | arvid version (coming soon)

a/n: i loved every single second of writing this 🤭 i really hope you all enjoy it too.

ଓ english is not my first language, be kind.

All you ever wanted was to rest your head on the counter and have a three-hour nap.

Your family’s flower shop is on a completely deserted street corner. Seriously, nobody ever passes by there. And when the bell above the glass door finally rings, signalling some sign of life, ninety per cent of the time the scene is the same: a man, his eyes fixed on his mobile screen, clearing his throat before asking for ‘anything red that looks expensive’. They never buy them out of affection. They buy out of guilt, after forgetting their wedding anniversary, or to avoid spending the night on the sofa. And, to make your mood even worse, they almost always complain about the price of the roses or spend the five minutes whilst you’re cutting the stems venting about how ‘women are far too complicated’.

You simply smile, tap the card machine, hand over the bouquet, and silently hope those women break up with their partners.

Then she appeared.

At first, she was just a passing figure after school hours. A little girl, no older than ten or eleven, clutching the straps of her heavy rucksack with both hands, slowing her pace until she came to a complete stop in front of the shop window. She'd stand there with her nose almost pressed against the glass, utterly mesmerised by the yellow tulips.

On the third day, she finally gathered the courage to push the door open. "Do they need lots of water?" Was the very first thing she asked, without even saying hello, pointing straight at the yellow tulips.

You couldn't help but smile. Patiently, you explained how much water they needed, how to keep the soil moist, and how much sunlight they liked.

The next day, she came back with more questions. The day after that, you decided to cut a particularly vibrant pink dahlia and held it out to her.

"A little gift for my most loyal customer of the week," you said.

The girl's eyes lit up so brightly that you thought she might actually jump with excitement.

From that moment on, your own little desert found its soundtrack.

Her name was Maggie.

Maggie was a force of nature — chatty, endlessly curious, and bursting with energy that never seemed to run out. Yet she was remarkably polite, with a level of manners you rarely saw in children her age these days. She looked you straight in the eye when she spoke, asked for the scientific name of every plant in the shop, and wanted to know why rose thorns grew the way they did.

Quickly, Maggie’s visits became the highlight of your day. Her parents, realising that their daughter had found a safe and wholesome refuge amongst the flowers and conversation, gave her permission to spend that sacred hour there after school. The arrangement worked perfectly: she would walk in, fill the shop with stories about her teachers, her lunch and her history essays, and at half past five sharp, a car would turn up to pick her up.

It wasn’t just any car. It was always a luxury sports model, a car far too posh, far too expensive for your circumstances — or for anyone you knew. The driver, the girl’s father, would simply give a gentle double-beep from the kerb; Maggie would give you a tight hug and rush to get into the back seat.

​On a mild Tuesday afternoon, Maggie's stream of words was moving even faster than usual. She was perched on the tall stool beside the till, swinging her legs as she watched you arrange a bouquet of lilies.

"…and then mum said I couldn't have chocolate before dinner, but my brother secretly gave me a piece because he's the best, even though he can be a bit grumpy when he has to wake up early," Maggie rattled on, only pausing to take a breath. She rested her chin in her hands, staring at you with an almost comically serious expression as she studied your face.

"You know something? You're really pretty. Like… really, really pretty."

You let out a quiet laugh, wiping the sap from your hands with a cloth.

"Thank you, Maggie. That's very kind of you."

"No, I'm serious. You look like a model," she insisted, with the peculiar certainty only she could have. Then, completely out of nowhere and as naturally as if she were asking about the weather, she leaned forwards.

"Do you want to date my big brother?"

You nearly dropped the bunch of lilies onto the floor. Your eyes widened, and you blinked a few times, trying to process what she'd just asked.

"What? No…?"

"Why not?" Maggie pressed, pouting in genuine confusion at your immediate rejection. "He'd think you were beautiful! And he's not dating anyone right now, so there's nothing stopping you from dating him. He's really nice, I promise."

You smiled awkwardly, shaking your head at your little friend's boldness.

"Maggie, sweetheart, I don't even know your brother. And I don't think people just start dating because someone's little sister decides to play cupid."

"But he's famous!" She argued, as though that were the final piece of evidence that settled the matter. "Everyone knows who he is. If you look him up online, there are loads of pictures of him wearing those weird racing clothes and holding trophies."

You simply shrugged, returning to tie a satin ribbon around the stems of the lilies. You'd heard her chatter before about her brother being a racing driver and famous, but you'd never paid much attention. You didn't watch motorsport, you didn't follow celebrity news, and since you didn't have social media, the name Kimi meant absolutely nothing to you.

Well…

Other than the fact that he was the older brother of this adorable girl.

"Famous or not, I don't really care about those things, Maggie," you said gently, a smile tugging at your lips. "Your brother probably has far too busy a life to be pushed towards the florist by his very chatty sister."

Maggie didn't look remotely convinced.

She hopped off the stool, adjusted her rucksack as the familiar, elegant horn of a luxury car echoed from outside the shop window. She walked to the door, but before pushing it open, she turned back to you with a mischievous, determined grin.

"Fine. Have it your way," Maggie sang, holding the handle. "But I'm going to introduce him to you anyway. One day I'll bring him here, and you'll see I was right! Bye!"

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Two weeks had passed, and you had almost forgotten the solemn promise Maggie had made at the shop door. After all, the days remained grey, the counter continued to accumulate dry leaves, and the customers were still the same men buying roses out of sheer guilt and complaining about the price.

Until that Thursday.

The clock struck exactly five o’clock in the afternoon when the bell above the door not only rang, but seemed to herald an event. Maggie came in first, practically skipping, her brown hair swinging and a grin from ear to ear that gave away the fact she was up to something.

"I told you I’d bring him!" She exclaimed, her childish voice echoing through the silent room.

Just behind her, the glass door was pushed open by a large hand with long fingers. A boy stepped into the flower shop, and when he looked in your direction, it felt as though the air had been sucked out of your lungs for a whole second.

You tried to remain professional, but the shock was inevitable. He really was handsome. His honey-coloured eyes mesmerised you. He was dressed simply, in a dark jacket and a plain t-shirt, but his bearing and the way he filled the room made it seem as though he belonged somewhere completely different from that plywood counter.

What you didn’t realise, however, was that the shock on the other side was exactly the same.

Kimi stopped a few steps away, his eyes fixed on you. For weeks, he'd had to listen to Maggie chatter nonstop over breakfast about "the perfect flower girl", who gave her dahlias as gifts and seemed to know everything about the world. He had expected to find a kind elderly woman or, at most, an ordinary girl. But seeing you standing there, surrounded by green leaves, with a few loose strands of hair falling out of place and a genuinely surprised expression, completely disarmed the driver. You were breathtakingly beautiful, with a natural, fresh beauty that felt completely removed from the world of appearances and plastic he was used to living in.

For a moment, silence filled the flower shop, broken only by Maggie's attentive, eager gaze as she looked back and forth between you and her brother, waiting for the magic to happen.

"Hi." Kimi broke the silence. "I'm Kimi, this little brat's older brother."

You let out a genuine laugh, immediately feeling your cheeks grow warm. To your own despair, you felt your heart jolt inside your chest, beating much faster than normal. You felt silly, like a teenage girl having a meltdown over a handsome guy, but his presence was far too magnetic to ignore.

"Nice to meet you, Kimi." You replied, stepping out from behind the counter to stand closer to them. "I'm ____. Your sister is adorable."

"I suppose she is." Kimi gave a small, relaxed smile.

The conversation flowed with a surprising ease for both of you. There was none of the irritating rush of the men in suits who usually came into the shop, nor any need to impress one another. While you talked about how Maggie had learnt to take care of tulips and how she had become the shop's most important customer, Kimi simply watched.

He was completely enchanted. Not only by your voice or your beauty, but by the way you moved through the space, with a gentleness and calmness that seemed to numb the exhaustion of his day. But what truly meant the most to Kimi — what genuinely warmed something inside his chest — was the way you treated Maggie. You looked at the little girl with genuine affection, answered all of her ridiculous questions without the slightest hint of condescension, and treated her like a real friend. In his world, where everyone either wanted a piece of his fame or only came close because they wanted something from him, seeing someone treat his little sister with such purity and devotion felt almost like a miracle.

Maggie, meanwhile, was on the verge of bursting with excitement. She folded her arms, narrowed her eyes at the two of you with a knowing smile, analysing every exchanged glance and every shy laugh. In her mind, Cupid's plan was working perfectly. You were going to fall in love — she was absolutely certain of it.

"Well," Kimi finally said, clearing his throat softly, although he clearly didn't want to end the conversation. He looked around at the buckets of flowers surrounding you. "Since we're here, I suppose I should buy something. I don't want to leave Maggie's favourite flower shop empty-handed."

"What were you thinking of getting?" You asked, walking over to the displays of fresh flowers.

"I'd like a really beautiful arrangement for my mum." He said, pointing towards a few classic flowers that matched the style he had in mind. "And…" He looked down, meeting his little sister's bright eyes. "…what would you recommend for my tiny co-driver?"

Maggie let out an excited squeal, wrapping her arms around Kimi's waist. You laughed at the sight, feeling that pleasant flutter in your stomach all over again.

"For Maggie, today it'll be yellow tulips… They suit her." You said, carefully picking the prettiest flowers from the bucket and trimming the stems to the perfect length.

You arranged the bouquets with practised skill, feeling Kimi's eyes burn into your hands as you tied the ribbon around them. When you handed over both bouquets — the elegant one for his mother and the tulips for the little girl. Kimi's fingers brushed against yours as he passed over his bank card. It was only a brief touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

Kimi didn't complain about the price. He paid with a grateful nod, slipped his wallet away, and looked straight into your eyes.

"Thank you for the flowers. And… for looking after her every day." He said, with a sincerity that made your heart skip another beat.

"You don't have to thank me. It's the best part of my day." You replied, and you weren't lying.

Kimi gave you another one of those crooked smiles, gently patted Maggie on the shoulder to signal it was time to leave, and walked towards the door. Maggie followed straight behind him, but before stepping outside, she turned back, pointed at her brother, then at you, before making an extremely obvious heart shape with her hands and winking. Kimi, slightly embarrassed, simply tugged her away by the back of her rucksack.

The door closed, and the sound of the luxury car's engine echoed outside as they drove away. You remained standing behind the counter for several long minutes, still holding the tea towel, wearing a hopelessly silly smile that simply refused to disappear.

The following days took on a completely different colour from the usual grey that surrounded your little corner of the street. Kimi kept showing up. Almost always at the same time, parking his luxury car outside. But unlike his father, he didn't simply honk the horn. He got out, pushed open the glass door, making the bell chime overhead, and stepped inside to tell his sister it was time to go home.

Later on, somewhere between conversations with the little girl, you eventually discovered why he had been around so often: formula one was on a short break in the racing calendar. That was why he was home, enjoying some time with his family before travelling the world again to race fast cars.

And it was on one of those mild afternoons that your routine changed completely.

"Please, please, pleeease!" Maggie begged, leaning over the counter with both hands clasped together, her wide brown eyes wearing the most perfectly calculated pleading expression an eleven-year-old could possibly manage. "It's just a trip to the shopping centre! Kimi will drive, we'll have some gelato, and you can help me choose my new trainers… Please!"

You glanced at the clock on the wall, then out at the empty street. The flower shop was completely dead, just as it usually was. You hesitated, looking over at Kimi, who was leaning against the tiled wall beside the ferns with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He wasn't saying anything to pressure you, but there was an amused sparkle in those absurdly expressive eyes as he watched his little sister's performance.

"Maggie, I still need to close the shop, tidy the buckets…" you began, stumbling over your words as you desperately clung to your safe little bubble.

"I'll help carry the boxes if you promise you'll come." Kimi interrupted, his gentle voice carrying an almost teasing challenge, accompanied by a crooked smile.

Looking at Maggie's impossibly adorable face, your resistance crumbled completely. You let out a defeated sigh, laughing at your own lack of resolve.

"Alright. You win. I'll close early today."

Maggie's victorious squeal almost made the gerbera petals tremble.

The outing turned out to be surprisingly light-hearted, with nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it. At the shopping centre, you found yourself immersed in Maggie's pre-teen world. You spent well over an hour wandering from rack to rack through department stores, helping her put together outfits that were stylish but still appropriate for her age, and the three of you spent ages debating which pair of trainers was the perfect one — eventually settling on a beautiful pair that was colourful without being over the top, making Maggie practically strut through the shopping centre afterwards. Kimi walked just behind the two of you, carrying all the shopping bags without a single complaint, simply watching the dynamic between you with that attentive, genuinely warm look that kept making your stomach flutter.

After shopping, you all headed to a gelateria. Sitting by the window, sharing different flavours of gelato, conversation flowed effortlessly. Kimi laughed at Maggie's sarcastic comments about school, and every now and then he'd tease her just enough to make her stick her tongue out at him. More than once, you caught yourself watching his profile beneath the shopping centre lights, the way he seemed so relaxed away from the spotlight, and you still couldn't believe just how handsome he was.

The highlight of the day, however, came as you were walking towards the car park. Maggie stopped abruptly in front of a jewellery shop window, pointing excitedly through the glass.

"Look at that one!" She exclaimed, nearly pressing her nose against the display. It was a delicate necklace with a tiny butterfly pendant, its wings shimmering softly in a colour that shifted depending on how the light caught them. Maggie turned to you, completely enchanted. "It matches your eyes perfectly. Doesn't it, Kimi?"

Kimi stepped closer, narrowing his eyes to study the necklace in the display before shifting his gaze directly to your face. His stare lingered long enough to make your cheeks burn.

"It does." He agreed, his voice coming out a little quieter, never taking his eyes off yours. "We'll take it."

"No, honestly, you don't have to…" you began, instinctively taking a step backwards as your shyness took over.

But Kimi was already pushing open the jewellery shop door. It took a long time before you finally agreed. You argued that it was too expensive, that it was unnecessary, that you couldn't possibly accept such a gift, but the combined persistence of the two siblings proved impossible to resist. Maggie used every pout and promise of good behaviour she had, while Kimi simply handed his credit card to the shop assistant with infuriating calmness, saying only, "She's taking it." In the end, you gave in, holding the little gift bag with trembling hands and your heart beating in your throat.

Later that night, the silence of your bedroom felt like the perfect setting to process everything that had happened. You placed the bag on top of your chest of drawers, took a long shower, and changed into your pyjamas.

Before going to bed, your eyes drifted towards the little black jewellery box, now resting outside the bag. Carefully, you unclasped it and lifted the butterfly necklace out. Standing in front of your wardrobe mirror, you gathered your hair with one hand and, with some difficulty thanks to your returning nerves, fastened the clasp behind your neck.

The pendant settled just below your collarbone.

You let your hair fall back into place and simply stood there in silence, looking at your reflection beneath the soft glow of your bedside lamp. Your fingertips brushed the cool metal of the butterfly. Maggie had been right, and so had Kimi. The subtle shimmer of the butterfly's wings truly brought out the colour of your eyes in a way you'd never noticed before.

You smiled foolishly at your own reflection, your mind replaying the image of those honey-coloured eyes looking at you…

The smile.

God, you couldn't possibly be falling in love.

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They're being safe. Using a condom, on the pill, nothing's gonna happen... And then the condom splits and neither of them notice until it's too late. It's just a one off, they won't do it again...

But it's still safe, right? She's on the pill so... And it felt so good...

(Can go one of two ways, maybe they just embrace it raw or perhaps a lot more condoms start splitting...)

YESSIR ur brain is too sexy nonnie <3

*MDNI, NSFW BELOW THE CUT*

CW: DUBCON DUE TO PURPOSEFULLY FUCKIN W PROTECTION, raw dogging, breeding, kimi cant help himself and his pullout game is ass

Hot Tub Escapades

Kimi Antonelli x Girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: Kimi can’t resist his beautiful girlfriend in a bikini

Warning: smut, hot tub sex

Moonlight Radio: a little short one but I hope u like it!

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sleep deprivation - KA12

pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x neighbour!fem!reader

summary: your neighbour is keeping you awake and he's not cute enough for you to ignore it. or in which you help your neighbour kimi get to sleep.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), some fluff, inadvertent sex dynamics (soft!dom!kimi?), praise kink, oral sex/eating out, fingering, p in v, protected sex (shocker ik), mutual orgasms, overstimulation, mirror sex, dacryphilia, kimi lwk has a thing for stomachs // poorly proof-read

word count: 3.3k+

a/n: i've written two kimi smuts inc. this and i love them so much jesus!!!! thank you for requesting! i hope you like it as much as i do!

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You stared at your ceiling in vain, the sounds of loud engines and cars zipping by booming through the other side of your wall. Your tired eyes turned to look at the clock on your nightstand.

2:31 am

Fuck.

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: @danisugarr

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Thanks to a small birthday surprise your friend prepared, you receive something completely unexpected: love.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Smut. Alcohol use. Age difference (19/21). Aphrodisiac. Shower sex. Soft dom!reader. Handjob (m receiving!). Oral (f receiving!). Crying. Bff's older sister trope. Praise.

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Here I am with my first requested and first smut fic. I accidentally deleted half the story during the translation process. Twice. After a minor crisis, here we are.

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Every corner of the house is covered in glitter. There are colorful confetti pieces on the floor, Uno cards scattered everywhere, and Polaroids that you'll carefully collect and place in an album when you're sober.

Undoubtedly, it was the best birthday ever. Your childhood friend Eva and your younger brother had organized the party together, contacting all of your close friends one by one.

Your parents had given you permission to use to your family's villa outside the city, which you usually visit in the summer and is empty for most of the year, for your birthday, on the condition that you were safe and cautious.

Now, sixteen young people aged between 19 and 21 – three of whom were friends of your brother Mike – were having fun, letting themselves be carried away by the rhythm of the music.

The liquor bottles were half empty, and Cleo, whom you knew had a big hand in it, was dancing barefoot on the table. Who knows where her shoes were.

The heat from the alcohol and prolonged dancing is starting to bother you. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and cheeks with sweat. Your head is starting to ache slightly from the loud music and excessive movement; your heart is pounding as if it's trying to escape from your chest, and you can feel how fast your pulse is in the artery in your neck.

"I'm going upstairs to wash my face and get some fresh air."

Your friend Eva looks at you worriedly. "Are you alright? Can I come help?"

You immediately nod. "I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed. You keep going."

You carefully walk past several bouquets of flowers and a few gifts that haven't reached your room yet until you reach the stairs.

Your high heels are causing your feet to ache. When you reach the middle of the stairs, you lean against the wall for support and, with great weariness, take off your shoes and throw them aside.

Finally, you reach the top floor and enter the hallway leading to the bathroom.

The music is much quieter. The upstairs floor is much cooler and more spacious.

You grab the bathroom doorknob and try to turn it open. But it won't open.

It's locked.

"Helloo." You try to make yourself heard by the person inside.

After a few seconds, you hear a shaky, low voice. "One minute, please."

Perhaps due to alcohol, the voice, with its more pronounced Italian accent, belongs to Kimi, one of Mike's friends.

You lean your head against the door, worried. "Kimi, are you okay? You sound terrible."

After a few quiet murmurs and a brief silence, you hear the sound of a lock, and the door slowly opens.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?!"

He was in a terrible state. His eyes were bloodshot and watery. Sweat soaked his scalp and the collar of his shirt; his skin was glistening. He was breathing deeply and heavily, as if having a panic attack.

"I think I'm dying, I feel like I've been poisoned." Kimi, squinting his eyes and looking you from behind the door as if you were radiating light, speaks with difficulty. You take a few steps, anxiously open the door completely, and enter.

Your hands involuntarily go to his cheeks.

Barely able to stand, Kimi rests his face in your hands and closes his eyes. "I'm so exhausted."

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me."

You pull him towards the sink, trying to figure out what happened. "Did you eat something different than what we ate? Did you drink too much alcohol? Or did someone secretly bring drugs to the party and you tried them?"

He opens his eyes with difficulty. "I only ate some of the food on the table and—" he pauses to take a deep breath. "I haven't even finished my drink, I only had half a glass—" Then, as if something has occurred to him, his eyes turn to you. "Mike, Kevin, and I were taking your presents to your room. Mike found a couple of boxes of chocolates and said he wouldn't mind us having a snack. They ate from the blue box, but since I don't like them, he gave me the red ones."

A box of chocolates with a red lid. Okay.

"Look, I'm going to go check that box now to see if it's expired or if there's anything you're allergic to in it, and if there is, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?" You speak to him gently to reassure him.

He nods with difficulty. "Okay."

You rush out of the bathroom. The sound of your bare feet on the parquet floor disappears into the background of the buzzing in your head.

You worry about him. He's a sweet boy, and from the few times Mike brought him on family vacations, you understand he's the perfect friend for your brother.

You like him, and sometimes you feel an intense affection for him in a way you can't quite understand.

You opening the door with great force and burst into your room.

Your bed and desk are covered in gift papers and birthday cards. After a brief moment of panic and scattering several gift bags on the floor, you find what you're looking for under a pink box.

The red lid features a special "for Y/N" inscription. Your Belgian friend Olivia had this chocolate specially made for you and brought it here. It couldn't possibly be expired. You carefully turn the box over.

Just as you're about to read the ingredients list, a larger inscription at the top catches your attention.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘.

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!!! - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck

Aphrodisiac Chocolates.

You should have realized Olivia was up to something from her smile when she handed you the box.

You grab a bottle of water from the small fridge next to your desk and send a message to your friend as you head back to the bathroom.

Y/N

Don't let anyone go upstairs. If you need anything, use the bathroom and kitchen downstairs.

Olivia

Is there a problem?

Y/N

Those stupid chocolates went into the wrong mouth, baby.

Olivia

FUCK!!!! Okay, mission understood🫡

You enter and kneel before Kimi, who is leaning against the wall, and offer him the water you opened. He almost finishes it all in one gulp.

Knowing the real reason for him being in this state draws you into a feeling you don't understand and, frankly, don't want to know.

You get straight to the point.

"There's nothing spoiled or harmful in the chocolates."

He turns to you with a dazed look. "T-then what's the problem?"

"Apparently there are aphrodisiacs in them, that's the reason," you explain, murmuring.

And an awkward silence falls between you two.

Kimi's cheeks flush with embarrassment. He lowers his head and hides his face with his hands, wishing he could somehow become invisible. "Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry."

You feel a little ashamed, but his situation is much worse, and you don't want to use it against him.

"Remember last year when my boyfriend and I broke up? Mike couldn't come to bar to pick me up, so he sent you instead, and I threw up on you." Yes, that damn day you wish you could forget. "And the year before that, when your first girlfriend dumped you, Mike brought you on vacation with us, and you cried in my arms that night."

Looks like fate seems obsessed with bringing you together at your most vulnerable and embarrassing moments. "I remember."

You continue. "I know we're not close friends or anything, but we've long passed the point of being embarrassed by each other. Now you can take a shower here, whatever will make you feel better."

You quickly continue, not letting embarrassment overwhelm you.

"I'll get you some of Mike's clothes and make sure no one else comes in here. Okay? I don't want you to have a heart attack if you can't get this off your chest."

He knows he has no other choice. He's not happy about the situation, but the thought of you being calm enough to keep things under control, and the idea of everyone seeing him erect as the paramedics carry him off the party on a stretcher in case something goes wrong, is what makes him give up.

"Okay."

-

The most unexpected part of your birthday party was definitely sitting on a stool outside the door with your clothes in your hands, waiting for your brother's friend to masturbate inside.

You know what they say.

Always expect the unexpected

Even trying to crack jokes in your head isn't helping you stay calm in this situation.

Kimi has been inside for almost twenty minutes and still doesn't seem to have gotten any results.

And worse, even though he's trying to stay quiet, the sounds he's making are causing you to feel wetness in your underwear.

After a few minutes, you hear silence, then a weary sigh. "Please don't tell me you're still there," his voice sounds tearful and resigned.

You close your eyes for a few seconds and beg God to save you from this situation. "Okay, I won't tell you."

He's swearing. "Look, I've accepted my fate, okay? Go and leave me here, enjoy the party. I can go to the hospital after everyone leaves." You can definitely hear his little sobs.

You stand up and put the clothes on the stool. This had gone on for too long. One hand is on the doorknob, the other is supporting the door.

"I'm coming in, okay?"

"WHAT WHY-" You enter before he can finish his sentence.

From the side, you can see he's leaning his forehead against the shower stall, the water splashing on his head, then his broad shoulder, and then his entire body. His hair is soaking wet, his boxers are still on, but his erection is causing everything to be exposed.

Wow. When had he gotten so muscular?

You knew he'd grown taller in the last year, which annoyed you; you hadn't noticed such a big change while he was still wearing his clothes.

You walk barefoot towards the shower stall. You stop less than a step away. He can feel your breath on his back.

You place one hand on his back. He tenses up. You feel it. "Ugh, please d-don't."

You don't know if he's saying this out of embarrassment or because of what your presence makes him feel, but there's no turning back now. You gently press your lips to the line right in the middle of his back. He sobs. "Shh, it's okay baby. Relax."

You place your hands on either side of his waist. You gently stroke him from top to bottom to soothe him. Then you bring one hand to his stomach. The other goes to his penis, which is leaking inside his boxers. You begin to caress it.

His knees tremble. He involuntarily arches his back and rubs against your hand. "Ugh, good feels, so good." His movements become sharper.

He is close.

You move your hand faster. You rest your head on his back, trying to suppress a smile. You're drenched in wet from the sight and sounds in front of you. "That's it, baby, isn't it beautiful? Come on, get what you need."

After a small cry and some Italian muttering you don't understand, you feel a warm wetness in your hand. He's coming.

You continue to hold him until his trembling stops. Finally, he stops. Rising on your tiptoes, you plant a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Are you feeling better—" He reaches behind you and pulls you towards him. He pins you against the wall, your face looking at him. The showerhead instantly wets your hair and clothes.

"What are you—" Before you can finish your sentence, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. He's so needy. He steps forward, pressing you so tightly that you can't move at all.

His kiss travels from your lips to your cheeks and then to your neck. Your eyes involuntarily close, and you tilt your head back more so he can reach your neck more easily. Your one hand is in his shoulder, holding onto him, while the other goes to his curly hair, and you involuntarily pull it tight.

Your eyes widen as he starts rubbing against you. "Kimi—"

"I can't stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He buries his face in your neck, hugs you, and continues to rub against you harder.

"From the moment I saw you, you always seemed cool and unattainable to me; I couldn't take my eyes off you." He continues speaking without lifting his face from your neck.

"Then, that night you comforted me, my feelings turned into infatuation, and I couldn't stop thinking about you—" He gasps for breath as if speaking is difficult. "I loved you. I love you. Please don't hate me. I promise I will never come near you again after tonight."

He stops and begins to sob in your arms. He cries for you without knowing the impact his confession and what you experienced tonight have on your heart and soul.

You gently pull his hair, making him look at you. Tears wet his eyelashes, his cheeks are flushed, and he avoids your gaze.

You place your hands on his cheeks and gently stroke them. "If you leave my side for even a second after this, I will kill you with my own hands." And without waiting for a reaction, you kiss him. With the same need, but slower. More emotional.

His hands instantly find your waist. After lingering there for a while, he finds the string of your dress. He slowly partes his lips. "Can I?" You nod, pulling him back into the kiss.

He unties the strings of your dress one by one, watching it finally fall from you. You stand before him in your black lingerie set.

He stands before you, mesmerized. And then he leans down and places a slow, wet kiss on your collarbone. Then he moves a little further down. And further down.

He unfastens your bra while kissing the overflowing parts of your breasts. His mouth instantly finds your right breast and he begins to suckle. He slips his fingers through the crotch of your underwear, pressing them where you need them most. He slowly enters.

"Ah, Kimi, fuck." Your eyes fill with tears of pleasure. This was the best experience you've ever had. The most beautiful, the most pleasurable, the most emotional.

He doesn't keep his fingers inside for long. After reluctantly pulling his mouth away from your breasts, he moves further down, planting kisses. "Fuck." A kiss. "Thank you." A kiss. "I love you." A kiss.

You moan and laugh at the same time. "I love you too, oh fuck-"

He tears your underwear off and, taking one leg over his shoulder, begins to devour you. Like a hungry man.

Your eyes darken with pleasure. You feel like the room is spinning. Your heart is pounding in your ears.

"Kimi, I'm coming, please, please." And then bright white lights flash behind his eyes. You grab Kimi's hair and press him down even harder. As you come, he strokes your thighs with his hands to soothe you. "Are you okay?"

He asks calmly as you lower your leg and stand up. There's a sweet expression on his face, as if you haven't been tearing each other apart for minutes. This makes you giggle. You wrap your arms around him and gently kiss his cheek.

"I'm fine." You take a lock of his hair and tuck it behind his ear. "Let's go to my room."

You both quickly gather your clothes and run to your room. You don't care about the state of the bathroom or the wetness you left in the hallway.

As soon as you enter and close the door, you pull him onto the bed, where you've already taken off his presents and thrown them on the floor.

You two roll around on the bed, climbing on top of each other, kissing. As soon as he gets on top of you, your hands reach for his boxers, which he's still wearing. You slowly pull them off and throw them on the floor.

You grab a condom from the drawer next to you and hand it to him. He quickly puts it on.

After positioning himself against you, he looks at you. "Are you ready?" You nod. "Yes."

He slowly enters you. The stinging sensation makes you hold onto his shoulders tightly and press your face against his.

Noticing your tension, he slows down. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

"Okay, when you're ready?" You nod. You kiss while he waits a short while you get used to it. Tension slowly turns into pleasure.

"Please move." He starts moving slowly. Your moans mingle in the air. You can feel your hearts beating so fast as your chests touch.

Pleasure envelops you again. "Please, faster, please."

With Kimi increasing the pace and your high-pitched screams, you both come.

After finishing, he collapses on top of you, breathing in your scent. "I love you, I love you so much."

You laugh as you stroke his hair. "I love you so much too."

I've been looking for some f1 content and I love your blog!!! care do share w the class what kinks do you think Kimi may have?

OOOOOH THIS IS A GOOD ONE. gonna do this in a different format than usual just to mix things up. love you so much!!

kimi seems sooooo innocent all the time. too bad it's just a facade! the man is filled to the brim with freakiness. his top three, though? walk with me...

EXHIBITIONISM: kimi finds you being an even bigger prize than becoming a world champion someday, and he WILL take any opportunity to show you off. the two of you have a secret twitter account where he posts videos of fucking with ski masks on!! you love to suck kimi off in front of toto:)

DACRYPHILIA: god, he thinks you're the sexiest when you're crying. the way your watery eyes shine and lips tremble after being overstimulated or spanked make kimi go wild. he gets drunk from the taste of your briny tears and kimi wishes he could use them as lube.