#kimi

Kimi had faced pressure before — race starts, qualifying laps, simulator tests with engineers watching his every move — but nothing, nothing, compared to the chaos of being interviewed by a group of kids.

They were tiny. They were loud. They had no filter. And they were staring at him like he was some kind of superhero.

You stood off to the side with his PR manager, trying not to laugh as Kimi sat in the little chair they’d set up for him. His knees practically reached his chest. He looked like a giant in a kindergarten classroom.

One of the kids raised her hand before the interviewer even finished introducing him.

“Kimi, do you like going fast?”

He nodded, smiling. “Uh… yeah. That’s kind of the job.”

The kids giggled like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

Another kid shot his hand up. “Do you ever get scared?”

Kimi shook his head. “Not really. I trust the car. And the team. And myself.”

You could see the pride in his posture — the quiet confidence he carried everywhere. But then a girl with pigtails leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Kimi froze.

You watched the tips of his ears turn pink. His PR manager whispered, “Here we go,” under her breath.

The kids leaned in, sensing weakness like tiny sharks.

“Um…” Kimi cleared his throat. “Yes.”

The kids erupted into squeals.

“What’s her name?”

“Is she pretty?”

“Do you kiss her?”

“Does she like racing?”

“Is she here?”

Kimi’s eyes darted to you instinctively, and you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

“She’s, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Her name is… well, I call her my girl.”

The kids melted.

“Awwwwww!”

Kimi’s blush deepened. “And yes, she’s very pretty.”

You felt your heart flip.

One of the boys leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “How pretty? Like… princess pretty?”

Kimi didn’t even hesitate. “Better.”

Your breath caught.

The kids gasped dramatically, as if he’d just confessed to loving a mermaid.

Another girl chimed in. “Do you love her?”

Kimi blinked, startled by the bluntness — but then something softened in his expression. He didn’t look embarrassed anymore. He looked sure.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Very much.”

Your chest tightened in the best way.

The interviewer tried to move on, but the kids were relentless.

“What’s your favorite thing about her?”

“Does she make you snacks?”

“Does she watch your races?”

“Do you miss her when you’re away?”

Kimi laughed — actually laughed — shaking his head as he tried to keep up.

“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands. “One at a time.”

A tiny boy with glasses asked, “What’s your favorite thing about her?”

Kimi didn’t even need to think.

“She makes everything feel calmer,” he said softly. “Even when I’m nervous. Even when things are crazy. She just… makes me feel like I can breathe.”

Your eyes stung.

He continued, voice warm and steady. “She believes in me. Even when I don’t. And she’s kind. And funny. And she makes the best pancakes I’ve ever had.”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing quietly.

One of the girls gasped. “Does she make you happy?”

Kimi’s smile was small but certain. “She makes me the happiest.”

The kids collectively sighed like they were watching a romance movie.

Then one bold little boy pointed directly at you. “Is that her?”

Kimi’s head whipped around so fast you thought he might get whiplash. When he saw you, his whole face lit up — that soft, shy smile he only ever gave you.

“Yeah,” he said, cheeks pink. “That’s her.”

The kids turned to stare at you like you were a celebrity. You waved awkwardly.

“HI KIMI’S GIRLFRIEND!” they shouted in unison.

You laughed, covering your face again.

Kimi looked at you with so much affection it made your knees weak.

The interviewer finally wrapped things up, thanking the kids and Kimi for participating. As soon as they were dismissed, the kids swarmed him for high‑fives. He gave every single one.

When he finally made it over to you, he was still blushing.

“Don’t,” he warned softly, pointing at you before you could speak.

You grinned. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking it.”

“I’m thinking you’re adorable.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “They asked so many questions.”

“And you answered them beautifully.”

He mumbled something into your shirt.

“What was that?” you teased.

He lifted his head, eyes warm. “I meant what I said.”

Your breath caught. “All of it?”

He nodded. “Every word.”

You cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over the faint pink still lingering there. “You make me the happiest too.”

Kimi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because those kids are terrifying, and I think they’ll hunt me down if I ever break your heart.”

You laughed. “They absolutely will.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as you walked out of the room together.

“Next time,” he murmured, “you’re doing the interview with me.”

“Deal.”

And as he laced his fingers with yours, you realized something:

That infamous friendship of theirs had started in the most ridiculous way: both of them were waiting over an hour for the single driver-only bathroom at a track while every other person with sense simply used the public ones outside the paddock. By the time the poor kid inside emerged, looking like he’d barely survived the ordeal, your brother and Kimi were already quickly bonded over shared impatience, bad jokes, and their favorite video game.

Since then, they’d been practically inseparable. First, in person until Kimi got the call up to Formula 1, then through FaceTime calls and endless texts. If you caught your brother grinning at his phone, eight times out of ten, it was because of Kimi. The other two times, it was because of something he’d thought of to send to Kimi.

As far as you were concerned, they were soulmates of a sort.

Unfortunately, your brother thought the same thing about you and Kimi. And he hated it.

Which was laughable, really. You could count on one hand the number of times you and Kimi had ever actually spoken, and most of those interactions barely qualified as small talk. You weren’t even sure he remembered your name. The only reason you were here today, squeezed in your brother’s car on the way to the marina, was because your visit had overlapped with this little yacht excursion, and apparently, your ticket was non-refundable.

You felt the moment your brother’s stare landed on you. You heard the telltale inhale that meant he was about to say it again.

“Kimi—”

Your head snapped toward him, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you cut him off. “I know,” you said flatly. “Is off limits.”

He groaned, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Listen, I saw it in his ey—”

His ringtone blared through the speakers, cutting him off. A tiny picture of Kimi’s face lit up the car screen, smiling with his arm draped around your brother.

Your brother answered without tearing his glare away from you, muttering something about patience and parking. You only half-listened, too busy staring at that little picture of Kimi, trying to decipher what exactly your brother kept claiming he saw in his eyes.

You tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear your brother laugh at something Kimi had said. His expression softened, the way it always did when Kimi was on the other end of the line.

When the call ended, your brother tossed his phone into the cupholder and turned his focus to navigating through the crowded marina parking. The air smelled like salt and sunscreen and summertime. You could already see the tops of masts swaying lazily against the blue sky.

And then you spotted it.

Or, rather, you spotted him.

Kimi stood at the end of the dock, leaning against the railing of what could only be described as a floating palace. His yacht gleamed white under the sun, sleek lines and polished chrome catching the light like something out of a magazine spread. He wore a pair of dark shorts and a simple white linen shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing his signature necklaces, sunglasses perched low on his nose. He looked like he belonged there, like he fit in perfectly amongst the old money men and women walking around on the walkways. 

And despite the scene in front of you, your brother honked the horn loudly, professing to everyone that you two had arrived. Kimi’s head turned, and his grin was instant, wide and boyish as he raised a hand in greeting.

“God, he looks like an idiot,” your brother muttered under his breath as he pulled into a parking spot.

“Yeah, he looks like the idiot,” you say as you watch everyone’s heads turn towards the car as if they were greatly offended. 

By the time you and your brother reached the dock, Kimi was already walking over to meet you. “Finally,” he said, voice warm, accented, and just a little dramatic. “I thought I’d have to find a new best friend.”

Your brother clapped him on the shoulder, immediately pulled into some joke you didn’t quite catch, but you did catch Kimi’s gaze flicker briefly to you. It was quick, almost too quick, like he didn’t want anyone to see the act. 

You felt the sun instantly on your skin as Kimi led you both down the dock, his hand casually gesturing toward the yacht like he’d been waiting years to say the words: “Welcome aboard.”

With a high five, your brother was already hopping up the short steps onto the deck, but Kimi slowed his pace beside you.

“Careful,” he said as you reached the edge, his hand hovering just above your lower back as you stepped across the small gap. He didn’t touch you, and he didn’t have to for you to feel the heat of his palm. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, sliding your sunglasses higher on your nose to hide the way your eyes lingered on him a beat too long.

The yacht itself was stunning. White cushions lined the deck, an ice bucket already glimmering with condensation, music thrumming low from hidden speakers. Your brother was already inspecting every corner like a kid in a candy store, leaving you and Kimi trailing behind in a quieter pocket of the boat.

“So,” Kimi said, leaning casually against the railing, his gaze on the horizon before flicking back to you. “He dragged you along?”

“Pretty much,” you said, smiling faintly. “I’m only here because the ticket was non-refundable, apparently.”

Kimi’s lips quirked at that, but his eyes softened. “Well, I’m glad he did. No reason for you to be left alone in his hellhole of an apartment”.

The words were simple, tossed out like they didn’t matter, but you felt the weight of them settle in your chest. You didn’t get the chance to respond, though, your brother appeared between you both, tossing a rolled-up towel onto one of the seats.

“Come on, let’s get moving! We have jet skis to test out!” he said, already making his way toward the controls like he’d been crowned captain.

Kimi chuckled, brushing past you to follow him, and for a second, you caught yourself trying to keep a smile from creeping up on your face. 

Hours passed in a blur of sun and saltwater. You swam, laughed, sprawled out on the deck while Kimi steered farther from shore. Your brother dominated most of the conversation, as he always did, but there were these fleeting little moments—like when Kimi handed you a glass of lemonade and his fingers brushed yours, or when he tugged you back onto the deck after a swim, his hand firm around yours, eyes lingering a fraction too long.

By the time the sun dipped lower, painting the sea in shades of gold, your brother had dozed off inside, sprawled across one of the cabins in total exhaustion.

That left you and Kimi alone on deck.

You sat at the bow, legs curled beneath you, hair still damp from the saltwater. He joined you silently, lowering himself beside you, his arm resting along the railing, close enough that the space between you hummed.

“You know,” he said after a moment, voice low, “your brother keeps warning me.”

Your head snapped toward him. “About what?”

Kimi’s smile was small, knowing. “About you.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks before you could stop it. “Of course he did,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Kimi laughed softly, turning his gaze back to the horizon. The sound was warm, but when it faded, he didn’t look away from the water. “He’s not wrong to worry.”

Your chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

This time, when his eyes found yours, there was no mistaking the shift in them, the softness, the intent your brother swore he saw. Kimi let the silence stretch, the only sound the gentle lap of waves against the hull. 

“Meaning,” he said finally, his voice softer now, “he’s good at noticing things.”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, thicker than the saltwater breeze itself. You looked at him as your brother’s voice echoed in your head.

Kimi is off limits.

Your fingers twitched against the railing you were now also holding onto, inching closer and closer to his as the boat hit more waves. The small gap between your hands was almost magnetic, until finally, his pinky brushed yours; it was more than enough to make your breath catch.

He shifted closer, the sunlight highlighting the curve of his jaw and his brown eyes, “I’ve tried not to,” he admitted, his voice rougher now. “, but I can’t help it.”

Your heart pounded. “Tried not to what?”

His lips curved, a soft, almost helpless smile, and before you could lose your nerve, he closed the distance between the two of you.

The kiss was hesitant at first, testing the waters like the boat beneath you. His hand slid from the railing to your jaw, steadying you as the boat rocked through the water. And then he deepened it, all restraint from you dissolving within a millisecond.

“You know he’ll kill us both, right?” you whispered, though your voice carried a smile you couldn’t hide.

Kimi chuckled, low and warm, thumb brushing your cheek. “Then we don’t tell him yet.”

And just as his lips brushed yours again, a muffled voice called from inside the cabin.

“Are you two seriously leaving me to nap while you’re out here making out on my best friend’s boat?”

You froze, heat rushing to your face as your brother’s head popped up through the cabin door, his glare very much annoyed and awake now.

Kimi sighed, his hand still against your cheek, unbothered. “You said no rules about kissing,” he called back, a grin tugging at his lips.

Your brother groaned dramatically, disappearing back into the cabin, and Kimi leaned in, stealing another kiss before you could even think of stopping him.

This one was quicker, lighter, but it left no room for doubt.

Thinkin abt Kimi being so needy and touchy and up your ass all day that you can't help but finally give him exactly what he wants.

All day he's had his hands on you. Resting on your hips, snaking around to your belly and sliding up to squeeze and knead at your tits no matter where you were or dragging you back by your waist so he could grind his cock against your ass for even a second of friction. He really thinks he's being nonchalant literally groping you in public? You've reprimanded him a handful of times by now, reminding him you'll be home soon and to just keep it in his pants till then but he "can't". Sure.

His head resting on your shoulder, huffing like an impatient child not getting his way when you swat his hands from sliding under the waistline of your shorts whilst literally waiting in line at a store.

"Amo- please...this is torture"

Torture? He's the one that suggested you go out in the first place and the hardest thing he's dealing with is his dick? 'That's his own fault' You think. Too bad he doesn't know what's coming.

After preventing him from landing you both in prison for indecent exposure, you managed to get both of you home clothed and in one piece. Perfect! The handsiness didn't come to an end when you walked through the door, but at least now you can do something about it.

He'd be half an inch behind you already, following you into the living room like a needy puppy. If only you had a collar on him :( you save that mental note for later and turn to him, shoving him by the shoulders to sit on the couch in front of you. Sitting, his face is about level with your stomach, and of course the first thing he does is drag you in to nuzzle his face against you like a cat. His hands kneading your ass and pulling you close while he presses messy kisses against your belly through your shirt, trailing down to your navel and all over the underside of your tits.

Your fingers find his soft brown curls and pull him back to create some space, the moan that tears from his throat sends a wave of electric heat straight between your legs. What a slut, he loves having his hair pulled.

He looks so pathetic looking up at you, a soft wince spread across his pretty face but it does nothing to mask the need in his eyes. Brown irises almost entirely swallowed by blown pupils, following your expression like his life depended on it, at the same time looking so empty and pliant just waiting to be used. He's such a good toy when he isn't being a brat.

As much as it pains him, he does in fact follow your instruction when you tell him to keep his hands at his side and to himself. 'If you touch me, it ends.' The concept was miserable but when your hand snaked its way into his sweats and he finally felt it wrap around his cock, he was willing to do anything that came out of your mouth just to get the ache to stop.

He has to fight every muscle fiber in his body when you finally start stroking his length, forcing himself to look away when you spit in your hand to use as lube cause the way his stomach lurched he thought he was gonna cum immediately. His thighs shake so bad, hips bucking up against your fist while he whines through clenched teeth. You're barely even started and he's already tearing up, really? Normally he's the one pinning you to the mattress and fucking you till you see stars but he can't take what he dishes apparently.

Thinkin SO hard about how he'd beg and plead and cry about how good you feel, how he can't take it and to just let him cum. You can feel his pulse slamming against his ribcage when you lean up to kiss him before trailing your lips down his chest (absolutely not missing the chance to flick your tongue against his nipple and watch him yelp) and stomach to his cock. His hands shake at his sides cause all he wants to do is hold your head down and fuck your throat raw, yet something in him just can't break out of that subby headspace thats keeping him in line. He can't even help himself at this point, letting you use him like a toy and milk him to tears. Insane how big, strong, mercedes star boy Kimi is just a whiny slut on your couch this evening, two lovely sides of the same coin.

Every time his dick hits the back of your throat its like it knocks the wind out of him, but every time he gets close you pull away. Instead, opting to kiss and nip at his thighs or inches away from his length but never where he needs you. Over and over and over till he's just babbling nonsense in Italian and throwing one of his arms over his face to hide the tears running down his cheeks. His chest heaving through sobs and pleas, thighs shaking and brain melting. This is exactly what he was asking for earlier, no? Poor kimi :(

Finally letting him cum after you think he's suffered enough, but absolutely not stopping there. Jerking his cock at the fastest pace you can manage, swirling your hand over the tip and laughing when he almost convulses under you. It steals all the air from his lungs and he swears he sees stars swimming around his tunnel vision. When you noticed the waves of his orgasm slowing down, you picked your pace up again, forcing renewed waves out of him through overstimulation and he swore he'd die right there. It was beyond too much, but he couldn't help himself. His his hands flew to your wrist even though he knew he wasnt supposed to, at this point just to ground himself so he wouldn't fly straight out of earth's atmosphere.

Your free hand slid up to cover his mouth, muffling the sobs and whimpers just enough for him to hear your voice through the haze.