the cat you didn't want | kimi räikkönen
୨ৎ : featuring : kimi raikkonen x reader
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : kimi says he doesn't want a cat... clearly kimi is lying.
୨ৎ : genre : fluff
୨ৎ : word count : 486
you didn’t exactly plan on bringing a kitten home. it just… happened. the little tabby was curled up outside the corner store in the rain, meowing like her life depended on it, and you—being you—couldn’t walk away.
kimi, however, was less than thrilled.
“i don’t like cats,” he had muttered flatly the moment you set the towel-wrapped bundle on the kitchen counter. “they scratch everything. they poop in a box. and they don’t even listen.”
you’d rolled your eyes and named her turbo out of spite.
for days, kimi kept his distance. he'd grumble whenever she got too close, mutter “great” under his breath when she knocked over something, and shoot you a pointed look every time he stepped on one of her toys.
you’d seen the way he paused in the hallway whenever she was napping on the windowsill. you’d heard him talking to her when he thought you were out of earshot—low, gruff sentences like, “you better not scratch my car seats,” and “why do you look like you pay rent?”
still, he insisted he didn’t like her.
which made it all the more hilarious when you came home early one afternoon and caught him red-handed.
the house was quiet. no tv. no music. just faint mumbling from the living room.
you rounded the corner and paused—blinking.
there was kimi. shirt slightly rumpled, socks mismatched, sprawled across the couch with turbo fast asleep on his chest.
worse? he was petting her. gently. absentmindedly. his fingers scratching just behind her ears while he whispered, “you’re lucky you’re small.”
you nearly burst out laughing.
“wow,” you said, biting back a grin. “you look so heartbroken about the cat situation.”
kimi’s head snapped up like you’d caught him committing a crime.
“right. and climbed your shirt and curled into your chest all on her own?”
he narrowed his eyes, but the kitten yawned—completely blowing his cover.
you walked over, plopped beside him, and poked his side. “you’re in love with her.”
“i am not,” he muttered, trying to adjust himself without disturbing her. “she’s warm. that’s all.”
“sure, kimi. just admit it. you like the cat.”
he looked at you. looked at the kitten. sighed like the weight of the world had hit him.
you grinned. “aww. that’s finnish for ‘i love her more than life itself,’ isn’t it?”
he glared, but it was useless—especially when turbo nuzzled his jaw and started purring like an engine.
you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “you’re both lucky i brought her home.”
kimi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. instead, he pulled you in with his free arm, now holding you and the cat in one sleepy pile.
he mumbled something in finnish under his breath, and you couldn’t help but smile.
grumpy. soft. completely whipped.
you, him, and the kitten he definitely didn’t want.
2021-2025 © jungwnies | All rights reserved. Do not repost, plagiarize, or translate
