Kimi being Kimi. He’ll be missed. Maybe not from reporters tho 😅
Kimi being Kimi. He’ll be missed. Maybe not from reporters tho 😅
It's endearing how surprised Kimi still gets by how much he adores Gio.
The Whisper Challenge x
Il reste deux Grands Prix…
Only 2 GP.
Starting grid for tomorrow:
Formula 1 2021 Driver Lineups
Kimi Räikkönen & Antonio Giovinazzi Alfa Romeo
Out of q2 are
Summary: Kimi crosses a delicate line, opening the new year with a start on honest grounds.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: age gap, penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving)
Translations: I google translated this shit, let my dumb american ass live. Kulta/Gold Hyva Tytto/Good Girl Mä rakastan sua/I love you Ole Hyva Tytto/Be a good girl
Authors Notes: This is RPF, be respectful of the person who is mentioned, and don’t be a fucking creep. MINORS DNI. This a standalone one shot based on a current wip. Laura is about 24, Kimi is turning 40 (I know the age gap alone makes me a monster). For the fic teaser go here, for updates on its release send me an ask.
“Happy New Year!” Laura turned away from the fireworks to face Kimi, knocking her hip into his playfully. With a grin on his face he pulled her by the waist and pressed a kiss to her lips. The fireworks and cheering from the town below faded to a dull roar as she sank against his chest. Sucking on his bottom lip, she fought off a moan as the scruff of his chin tickled her own. Laura let her hands fall from their place on his back and slid them under his shirt, soaking the warmth from his chest into her cold palms.
Shivering, he pulled away from her lips, and pressed his forehead against hers. “Mä rakastan sua.” He leaned against her hands, letting his own dance around her waist. He’d been saying it since Christmas Eve, waking her up by whispering it in her ear, and turning her on by pressing the words into the skin of her neck every time they fooled around. She knew what it meant, but he hadn’t said it.
“Kimi…” He ducked his head down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left love bites near her jawline.
“I love you.” Laura felt the breath catch in her throat as he whispered the words against her skin. A years worth of missed time came barreling down, crawling up her legs and springing into her chest as butterflies began to fly in her stomach. She couldn’t say it back fast enough, choking on her own tongue as the words rolled out.
“Tell me again.” She pressed the pads of her fingers into his chest, pawing at him, trying to somehow be closer than she already was.
“I love you.” He picked his head up, a tipsy smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He stepped away from her, taking her hands as they slipped out from under his shirt. With a small stumble he pulled her into the hotel room, closing the door to the balcony as she came over the threshold.
“Kimi—” With a gentle hand he pushed her onto the bed, using his knee to part her legs so he could stand between them.
“Let me show you.” He leaned over her, ghosting his lips over her own, his already gravely voice even more broken as he whispered to her. Suddenly unable to speak, Laura did all she could to tell him yes. They had hesitated for nearly two weeks, working each other up, towing the line. Not anymore. She laid back on the bed, resting her head on the comforter as she pulled him down for a kiss.
In a blur, he was everywhere. His hands crept around her waist, his palms pressing against her hips as he dragged them down the outside of her thigh, his thumbs dipping dangerously close to her center as he spread her legs further apart. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his hips against hers she let out a whimper, crying into his mouth as he shifted his weight over her.
Laura groaned, fighting the urge to jerk against him as he nipped at the skin of her neck, simultaneously pressing his hardness against her heat. Before she could get to the buckle of his belt he brushed her hands away, guiding them to her own. When the belt was undone and the zipper pulled down he helped her shimmy out, pulling them down her legs as she shifted her weight.
He sank down against her once more, grinding into her as he kissed her, his tongue working against hers as she whimpered into him. Without warning he slipped a hand between her legs, pulling the band of her underwear to the side. His breathing was labored as he touched her, running a finger over her slit with agonizing precision. Laura felt her breath catch in her throat, he was there, right there, if she moved liked she wanted to she could get friction from him or maybe he’d disappear like a dream. Instead, she stilled, waiting patiently, desperation slipping into her eyes.
Kimi leaned back, pulling his face away from hers so he could pay better attention to the rest of her. With a smirk, he pulled her panties down, sliding them down her thighs slowly as she squirmed underneath him. He let her move further onto the bed before he sank to his knees in front of her.
“Pretty girl.” He gave her a hazy smile and pressed the pad of his finger to the bud of her clit, grinning as she shivered against his touch. Slowly, he pressed deeper, swirling his finger around it as he dipped his head down to her slit. With his mouth against her, he worked his tongue around her slit, curling it around her cunt slowly.
He let his free hand rest on her stomach, giving her something to hold as her legs shook around him. Unable to control herself, Laura held him tight, her breath faltering over and over again as he worked against her. With a loud cry she grabbed at his hair, torn between pulling him away and forcing him further.
“Oh god…” She gasped, her eyes blown wide as her orgasm neared. “Oh, oh god.” She could feel him grinning as he steadied his pace, his hand working her clit while he swirled his tongue over her cunt. With a hand tight in his blond hair she pressed him further, holding his face steady over her slit. Her legs began to tremble and she twitched underneath him. Biting on her lip she starred down at him, paralyzed by the feeling washing over her.
“Thats my hyva tytto.” Kimi murmured, smiling against her. He sat up, his fingers slowing as she stilled. Keeping a hand on her heat, he leaned away from the bed and fumbled with his belt, stepping out of his jeans quickly.
From her place on the bed Laura slipped out of her shirt and undid her bra, trying desperately to keep her gaze fixed on him as he undressed himself. It was impressive, even after a year of watching him. A deep v cut into his hips, something that should have been impossible for a man nearing forty. Blushing, Laura let her eyes slip. She’d seen him in passing over the holiday, and even woken up with the pleasant surprise of him pressed against her, but here he was, offering it to her. Standing naked in front of her, he stroked himself, his eyes closed as he touched himself with the hand he’d wet with her orgasm.
Drawing himself out of his own personal bliss he let his hands fall away. Kimi crawled onto the bed, planting his knees between her legs. His slipped a hand behind her head, holding her steady as she moved to line up with his length. He let out a groan as she took him in her hands, thrusting into her grip as she guided him to her center.
“Please.” Not letting her beg a moment longer, he sank into her, his hips against her thighs as he pushed into her. He moaned, a low, breathless cry coming out of him as he got comfortable inside of her.
“Fuck, Laura.” He faltered, letting his chest fall to meet hers as he moved, drawing out slowly before pressing himself deeper into her cunt. Laura gasped, her eyes rolling back as he found a rhythm.
With one hand behind her head and the other holding one of her thighs up, he rammed into her over and over again, each time somehow deeper than the last, stretching her beyond belief. “Harder, Kimi. Harder.” Laura bucked her hips, colliding with him as he buried himself to the hilt, the base of his cock disappearing as he thrust into her.
Kimi dug his hands into her thigh, the pads of his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held her tight. Euphoria was clear on her face, her cheeks flushed with red as he sank his hips against her, driving through her like he intended to split her in two. With each passing stroke the focus in his eyes turned darker, a grin peaking onto his lips.
He drove her to the brink of orgasm, and then with a coy smirk, fucked her through it, his pace unwavering as her legs shook around him. “So tight when you come for me.” He grinned as she trembled underneath him, using his shoulder to hold her thigh up so he could use his fingers to toy with her swollen clit.
He slowed soon after, guiding Laura towards another like a dog after a bone, kissing and nipping at her neck, the hard line of his adonis belt dragging on her skin as he steadied his pace. “Another Laura, ole hyva tytto. Another.”
On the edge of her third he slowed slightly, grunting loudly as she twitched around the head of his cock. “Let go.” She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his chest to pull him close as he neared his own release.
“Please Kimi.” She pulled at the back of his neck, forcing him down so she could kiss him as he came, faltering as he gave in, seizing inside of her. He plowed into her again, and then again, before moaning loudly. Laura shook around him, wetness spilling down his cock as he finished inside her, burying himself in her cunt as he came. She grinned, giving him a hazy smirk as he collapsed onto her chest, his cock twitching from its place inside her.
The silence was brief, broken as he let out a giggle, huffing a breath of air into her ear as he relaxed. Laura turned her head, catching his eyes as another giggle came up. She smiled meekly, tired under the weight of him and the burnout that was following her orgasm. She pecked his nose, puckering her lips so she could reach the tip. “Mä rakastan sua.”
“Your Finnish is bad, Kulta.” Kimi turned serious for a second, quickly devolving into another fit of quiet laughter. Laura frowned, bringing her knee up, threatening him.
“I could take it back.” She grinned, pushing at his shoulders as he rolled off, a hand over his manhood as she jerked her knee again.
“You wouldn’t.” He sat up on his elbows twisting so he could still face her despite his new place on the bed.
“I love you, Iceman.” Laura gave him another playful shove before nuzzling up against his bare chest, settling down next to him. “Happy New Year.” Heres to starting off honest.
This is a work of fiction, and therefore is in no way representative of the person named. Details have been fabricated for plot and story purposes and should not be taken literally. It’s RPF, don’t be a freak!
THE NEW YEARS EVE SIDE BAR IS DROPPING THIS WEEKEND!!!!
UR WELCOME BESTIES.
Kimi: I gave you the key for emergencies.
Seb: It was an emergency!
Kimi: Oh yeah? What was it?
Seb: I missed you.
This shit does look unsafe and regardless of who the hell you want to win this Grand Prix. The safety of the drivers are so much more important than a fucking trophy. Everything that I have been hearing and seeing about this Grand Prix is about how dangerous it is. I’m just praying for a safe race at this point. I don’t care who comes out on top this weekend as long as the 20 drivers that started the race, finish the race, safe and sound.
All the teams have come together to honour the memory of sir Frank Williams. It truly shows how important he has been to the sport.
Using the old racing logo on is absolutely class.
Kimi really said “I’m looking really forward to it, I’m happy that it’s soon over" like the vid of that grandma who said hope it's the last one after her family sang happy bday
Let's say it all together "MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS FOR ALL DRIVERS NOT JUST YOUR FAVES. THEY ALL DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE HUMANS."