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I saw you mentioned Pierre and Charles babysitting a young leclerc sister? Can I request an imagine of that? Them being about 17 and 18, reader being a toddler? Thank you! Love your work.

YOU CAN'T SAY THAT WORD | CHARLES LECLERC & PIERRE GASLY

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / pierre gasly x leclerc!reader

warnings: swearing. piarles are horrible babysitters. charles and pierre are teenagers in this for plot purposes.

author's note: this is heavily inspired by modern family, btw. thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it!

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''Sorry, I know this isn't what we had planned for tonight.'' Charles apologized as he and Pierre settled into his living room. The Frenchman chuckled, not very amused. ''No, this is not what I had imagined.''

''It's the only way my parents would let me keep the house to ourselves.'' The teenager explained, looking down at the toddler sitting on her playmat.

It had been more difficult than expected for Charles to persuade his parents to let him and his friend be by themselves for the day. The truth was that Charles' parents didn't fully trust the teenagers to be left alone without any kind of supervision. However, Charles had been very adamant that he could be responsible and keep the house intact. So, his parents let him have his friend over on one condition: that they babysit the youngest Leclerc sibling.

Pierre patted Charles' back. ''It's okay, Charlito! It can be fun, right?''

''Yeah,'' he sighed out of relief, happy his best friend didn't want to leave, ''we'll play with her for a bit and tire her out, then she'll sleep easier.'' Charles loved his little sister more than anything, but he still wanted some guy time.

''Hey, Little Leclerc! You still know me, right? What's my name?'' Pierre sat himself down next to the toddler who was playing with her Barbie dolls.

She looked up at him, a bright smile covering her face once she noticed who it was. ''Gasly!'' Y/N screamed, making the two young men laugh. ''No, no, no! It's Pierre, Y/N! Pierre.'' He clearly articulated his name in hope she repeated it back to him.

''Gasly!''

''Pierre.''

''Gasly!''

''Pie- Oh, whatever,'' he sighed loudly, giving up on trying, ''should we play some Xbox? We haven't played in a while.'' Pierre suggested, his attention back to Charles.

The younger one nodded his head, moving to grab his two controllers. ''Mario Kart?'' The Monégasque smirked, already knowing the answer. ''What else would we play?'' Pierre got up from the ground and took a seat on the couch.

Charles sat down next to him, getting the game started. ''I beat you last time, remember?'' He grinned, recalling the previous time they played and Charles had won, much to Pierre's dismay.

''I'm ready for revenge, Leclerc.'' The older one stated, raising his eyebrow.

Before they could play against each other, they had to choose a character that would represent them in the race. ''Who are you choosing?'' Charles asked Pierre as they frequently switched up their avatars.

''Peachy Peachy!'' Y/N exclaimed, pointing with her small hands to Princess Peach who appeared on the tv screen.

Both boys chuckled at the girl's excitement. ''You want me to be Princess Peach, Y/N?'' Pierre asked her, lingering on the female character. The toddler babbled some inaudible words, but it was obvious what her answer was.

''Charlie, Daisy! Daisy!'' She focused her attention on her brother, who was about to choose Mario as his character. Y/N walked up to him, slapping her hands on his knees. ''You Daisy, Charlie!''

Charles glanced at an amused Pierre, who shrugged his shoulders. ''We can always change characters, Leclerc.''

''Okay, I'll be Daisy then.'' He gave in, a bright smile covering his face as his little sister started clapping her hands and stomping her feet, because of the overwhelming excitement she was feeling.

The babysitting gig was going well so far. Y/N plopped herself down on her mat and patiently watched the screen as the two guys raced against each other. She would clap for either of them whenever someone won or she would enthusiastically jump with them.

Charles was running in P1 until Pierre passed him in the last second and pushed him into the walls, making him come in last as everyone overtook him. ''Putain, Gasly!'' As soon as the words left the Monégasque's mouth, their eyes widened and immediately went to the little girl sitting in front of them.

''Maybe she didn't hear,'' Pierre whispered, making sure the little one wouldn't be able to hear them, ''just move on like nothing happened.''

''Hey, Y/N,'' Charles called her over to him, ''you want to play with me against Pierre?'' A wave of relief went through him as his sister jumped up at his words, pleased that she didn't start repeating the curse word.

He picked her up by her underarms and planted her on his lap. Charles trapped his sister between his arms, so she could grab the controller and play along with them, although he was practically doing all of the work.

Pierre let the Leclerc siblings have the win in the first round, knowing it would make the girl happy. ''You're so good, Y/N! You're better than both of us!'' He complimented her, booping her nose.

All was well, until Pierre used one of the red and green shells, and threw it at their character, making their Princess Daisy avatar spin around and lose their first place position. ''Putain, Gasly!'' Y/N repeated her brother's words, having it heard loud and clear before.

All the tension that had left came right back to smack the two boys in the face. They slowly glanced from the girl to each other, seeing a flush of panic in each other's eyes.

''Uh, Y/N? Go grab your crayons and coloring book, we'll draw together, okay?'' Charles spoke up, coloring being the first distraction that came into mind.

She adamantly nodded her head, excited at the thought of the three of them doing something together again. ''Okay.''

As soon as she was out of sight, Charles looked with wide eyes at his friend. ''I'm in so much trouble.'' His hand flew through his hair, frustration visible on his face.

''As long as she doesn't say it in front of your parents it's okay, Charles.'' Pierre tried to calm him down.

''That's the thing, she's learned something new and every time she learns something new, she wants to show it off to mum and dad.'' He explained, pretty confident that his sister would say the word when his parents got back home. ''They're not going to be thrilled that their 4 year-old daughter is saying curse words.''

Pierre thought for a moment. ''We can just explain to her that she can't say that word? She's very smart, she'll understand.''

As if on cue, the toddler hopped back into the living room while holding her box of crayons and several coloring books. Y/N put everything on the dining table, standing on her tippy toes and took a seat on her chair. She started coloring right away, not waiting for the two older guys that were still seated on the couch.

''Alright, we'll explain it to her.'' Charles agreed to Pierre's idea. They got up from their seats, put the controllers away and joined the girl at the table. ''Y/N, we have to talk to you about that word you said earlier.'' Her brother started off.

''What word?'' She looked up from her butterfly drawing.

Pierre shot Charles a warning look as if to say ''don't be dumb and repeat it''. The Monégasque got the hint and nodded. ''The one while we were gaming, the one that starts with p.''

''Peachy?''

''No.''

''Pierre?''

''You do know my name!'' He exclaimed, it was the first time she properly pronounced his name. ''But no, not that one.''

Maybe she doesn't remember, Charles thought to himself. He glanced at Pierre who simply shrugged his shoulders, he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

''Oh, you mean 'putain'?'' Y/N said the word again, the innocent and pure tone in her voice almost not making it sound like a curse word. Pierre had a hard time not bursting out in laughter, it just sounded super adorable coming from the little girl.

Charles was shooting daggers at his friend with his eyes, they had to look serious. ''That's a bad word, okay? You can't say that anymore.'' He told her, getting on her eye-level.

''But you said it?'' Her confused expression was difficult not to swoon over, but they both had to be strong.

''I shouldn't have said that, that was really bad of me,'' Charles clarified for her, ''we're not allowed to say it, okay?'' He had an hopeful glance in his eyes.

Y/N glimpsed over at Pierre, his hands covering his face to try to hide his laughter. ''But it's making him laugh, Charlie! Why is he laughing if it's a bad word?'' She asked her older brother, not understanding it.

''Pierre shouldn't be laughing.'' Charles semi-scolded his friend.

The man in question scratched his throat. ''Your brother is right, it's not funny and I shouldn't be laughing, Y/N.'' He tried to sound stern.

The small girl simply laughed in their faces and got away from the table, running back upstairs to her room. ''We're not joking, Y/N Pascale Leclerc!'' Charles yelled.

''She thinks we're not being serious.'' He sighed to Pierre, letting his head drop onto the table.

Pierre chuckled. ''Well, are we being serious?'' Charles rolled his eyes at the Frenchman's words. ''Hey, come on,'' Pierre patted Charles' head, making the younger one look up, ''we're just gonna drop it, alright? By the time our parents get back, she'll have forgotten all about it, you know small kids.''

''Yeah, you're right.'' Pierre's assurance brought him some comfort about the situation, kids get distracted easily. They don't have anything to worry about.

The rest of the day went by quite smoothly. Y/N took a long nap after they played some football in the garden, so the two boys could play some more non-toddler-friendly games on the Xbox. Once Y/N had woken up, they ordered pizza and despite his mother drilling into him that she couldn't have any fast food, Charles let the girl have a few bites.

The three of them were laying on the couch watching 'Cars', when their parents returned home. ''We're back, mes chéries!'' Pascale, Charles and Y/N's mother, greeted them.

Y/N jumped up from Charles' lap, running into her mother's arms. ''Maman! I won against Pierre in Mario Kart!'' She bragged to her, a beaming smile on her face.

''Really? You had fun with the boys?'' She asked, subtly looking around the living room looking for anything that indicated they had caused trouble, but she found nothing.

''Yes!'' Y/N adamantly nodded, making everyone around her laugh.

Hervé had taken notice of the empty pizza boxes in the kitchen. ''Did you enjoy the pizzas? I hope you didn't give anything to your sister, Charles.''

Charles shook his head. ''She didn't have pizza, Papa.'' He lied.

''Chérie, what did you eat tonight?'' Her mother asked her, not entirely convinced by her son's answer.

The young girl glanced at the two teenagers before replying. ''I had pasta and Charlie gave me a lollypop after we played in the garden.'' She made sure to use her bambi eyes, knowing it worked on her parents and brothers every time she made that cute face.

''That's good, mon amour!'' Her mum hugged her, winking at Charles behind her daughter's back.

''We're gonna take off then, we have quite the trip back home.'' Pierre's mother, Pascale, signaled for her son to get up from the couch and to bid goodbye to everyone.

Pierre sighed, but stood up. ''Thank you so much for having me over, it was really fun.'' He thanked Charles' parents. Hervé hugged the boy, while Pascale ruffled his hair as she was still holding the toddler in her arms.

''Bye, Little Leclerc! I'll get revenge on you next time we play Mario Kart, alright?'' He crouched down a bit to be eye-to-eye with the girl. She nodded and the two high-fived.

Everyone moved to the hallway, waiting for Pierre to put on his shoes, so the Gasly Family could start their journey back to France.

''Maman?'' Y/N whispered in her mother's ear, covering her mouth with her hand.

''Yes?''

''Why does Pierre look sad?'' The young boy was disappointed that the day with his best friend was already over, even though they would be seeing each other in a few days.

Her mum chuckled, endeared by her daughter's observations. ''He had a nice time here, so he's a little sad that he has to go home.'' Pascale explained, whispering back.

Pierre and his parents were almost out the door when Y/N came up with her masterplan to make the older boy laugh and cheer him up. ''Pierre! Pierre!'' She yelled, grabbing everyone's attention.

''Putain!''

The silence in the hallway didn't last long as all the parents burst out laughing at the unexpected words that left the girl's mouth. Charles and Pierre, who looked like they had seen a ghost, slowly let the situation sink in and laughed along with them. They were mostly smiling out of relief that their parents could see the humor in it.

''Alright, goodbye, everyone!'' The Gasly's bid them goodbye one last time before disappearing from their sight.

Charles continued smiling until his father closed their front door and turned around, a serious look on his face contrasting the laughing one from before. ''I gotta go.'' He swiftly moved away from the hallway to the living room.

''Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc!''

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norrussell · 6 months

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Paris | Pierre Gasly¹⁰

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x fem!actress!reader

Summary: Pierre comes to visit you in your hotel room, and you know what always happens when you two get together...

Warnings: smut, explicit, descriptive, fwb situation, drastic change of pace, degradation, praise, edging, delayed orgasm, dom!Pierre, orgasm denial, basically everything you can think of this story probably has it

Word count: 5058

A/N: this is several moths old and filthy! Like it's the filthiest thing I ever wrote. For the sake of the story, let's pretend Pierre's family home is in Paris, thanks. Pierre's nickname for the reader is princess so there's a lot of that.

You were in your hotel room in Paris in the middle of unpacking when you heard a knock on your door. You'd be here for several days in France to film on location and wanted to make sure your clothes didn't get wrinkled, so you hastily set down the shirt you were holding before going to answer the door, already knowing who it was.

"Hey you," you said and prompted yourself on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek and give him a hug; he awkwardly hugged you back. "Come on in." you moved aside to let him through and closed the door behind him.

He immediately grabbed your head and put his lips on yours.

"Don't give me that crap ever again, I've waited weeks to see you." he said. "Kissing my cheek and bullshit."

You let out a laugh. "Sorry, we were in the middle of the hallway, someone could see. We're both famous, you know."

"No one even knows you're here." he looked around. "Why are you even staying in a hotel anyway? I told you, you can stay at my parents' house."

"And I told you, I don't want to inconvenient them. Besides, your mom doesn't like me." you continued to unpack, busying yourself by folding shirts and putting them away.

"What?! She likes you, she just..."

"Pierre," you rolled your eyes. "You talk about me all the time, no wonder the woman hates me."

"Did she ever tell you or did something to make you think that way?" he furrowed his brows.

You abruptly stopped in your tracks upon thinking of Pascale's stern advice to not toy with Pierre's affections. That had been an awkward conversation, since you weren't exactly certain what she knew about the two of you; Pierre who always ran his mouth and risked making it seem like you were a couple. But mothers often possess insight beyond what any mortal can explain - and somehow she already knew.

"Nope." you shook your head and folded your pants. "Besides, where would I sleep? In your childhood bedroom?"

"Mm, I would very much like to see you in my childhood bedroom." he hugged you from behind. "And maybe even see you wearing one of my old jerseys in it. Just the jersey." he moved the hair on your shoulder and placed a kiss on your neck.

You lifted your shoulder up, squirming, and removed his hands from around you.

"Don't do that." your folded pants gave you a reasonable excuse to walk away from him and put them away in the closet.

"Do what?"

You turned around to face him. "That..." you gestured with your hands. "Boyfriend girlfriend stuff. We're not that."

"I missed you."

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. He walked closer to you.

"Haven't you missed me?" he placed his hands on both sides of your neck, his thumbs running across your jaw. "Huh, princess?"

"I have." you tiptoed to close the gap between you.

His lips captured yours in an instant. His hands moved to cup your face and bring you even closer. The warmth of his mouth reminded you just how much you craved him. Your hands reached for the collar of his shirt and knotted into fists there. He kissed you slowly and gently, your tongues tangled together, but it was not gentleness you wanted. Not from him, never from him. You opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, but he only groaned softly into it, slowing you down.

"Slowly, princess." he whispered over your lips. "I want you to tell me just how much you missed me. To show me just how much..." his lips brushed all over your face. "To tell me, where you missed me the most." he rested his forehead on yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You sucked in your lips and let out a shaky breath. "My..." you swallowed. "My neck..."

You didn't have to tell him twice to move his head to the side and place a light kiss there. You closed your eyes, shivering at the touch.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, exactly like that..." you moved your head, allowing him more space and giving in to the sensation.

Your hands sought out his locks and intertwined with them. He kissed your neck, eliciting soft sighs from you, then lavished attention to the spot behind your ear that made you quiver. His teeth lightly grazed on your sensitive skin, leaving a subtle imprint.

"Where else, princess?" he lightly scratched you with his stubble.

Instead of verbally answering him, you pushed his head down to your cleavage. You heard him chuckle, burying his head between your boobs. He kissed and sucked on the exposed skin of your chest, making his way up to your collar bone, biting and marking it.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you pushed him down to his knees. He looked up at you and smiled, naughty gleam in his eyes. You took his hands and dug them under your shirt. Your breath hitched when his fingers curled around the bare skin of your waist. His palms started traveling upwards, lifting your shirt with them. The whole time he was staring up at you with those piercing blue eyes, your knees wanted to give out.

He leaned forward; you felt his breath on your stomach and then the brush of his lips. Prompting himself up a bit to be in the level, he slowly began placing kisses all over your stomach area. You gripped his hair, letting him know he was on the right path to drive you insane.

"Pierre, undo my pants..." you said; he seemed to be taken by surprise, but obediently did so and waited for further instructions, looking up at you. He knew you wanted him to pull them down, he just wanted you to say it. "And take them off."

His fingers dug into the waistband and rolled them down. While doing so, he placed a kiss to your hip bone. He gently removed your jeans and tossed them to the side, his eyes back on you again. He took a sharp breath in when he saw you wearing baby blue underwear, but quickly got a hold of himself. He gripped your waist and kissed the other hip bone, sucking on the skin and making a light purple bruise.

"What's next, princess?" he asked.

Oh god, this was torture.

"Caress my legs," you gulped. "With your hands."

He smirked then placed the tips of his fingers on your ankles. He dragged them up over your calves to your knees then dived with his palms into your thighs. Your muscles tensed and you shivered. A faint smile on his lips gave away that he liked it.

"Touch me, with your lips."

He placed a kiss to your left knee and made his way upwards, slightly parting your legs. You breathed through your hung open mouth with your eyes closed. He stopped when he reached your groin and you felt just his hot breath on you. You glanced down at him to find him already looking up at you, smiling. You ran your fingers through his hair.

"Keep going." you whispered.

He buried his face into your other thigh, making you gasp. He could probably see how wet your panties have gotten, but you could now feel them. He didn't even properly touch you and you were already soaking through, it was embarrassing.

"Pierre," you called and made him look at you. "Touch me."

Of course, Pierre wouldn't be Pierre without a little tease. He first ran his fingers around the area where you wanted him to touch you.

"Pierre, please... I need you."

"How bad, princess?"

"So bad... Pierre, please—" you were getting all whiny from the anticipation.

"Shh, calm down, princess, there we go..." he pressed his digits over your clothed pussy and you could finally breathe again.

"Oh, my god, yes... Thank you." you whined.

He chuckled. "You're my good girl, you know that?" he asked, drawing slow circles over your clit.

"Y-yes..."

"My needy good girl." he moved your panties to the side.

Finally, a naked touch. You parted your legs a bit more, spreading them wide to give him better access. His arms pressed against the inside of your thighs as he maneuvered his body for closer contact. A warm breeze cooled your moist skin and brought a red flush to your cheeks. You threw back your head in ecstasy as his rhythmic movement stirred you inside and out.

"Do you want my finger, baby?"

"I want two." you bit your lip to stop from smiling.

"Eager." he smirked, positioning two fingers at your entrance. "Ready?" you nodded your head and he slipped them inside.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as he began to move his fingers inside you. His movements were initially gentle and slow, but when you grinded your body against him, the speed increased. You match him thrust for thrust, swaying in synchrony.

"Pierre... I want to feel you... your mouth..." you panted.

He stopped his fingers, curled them deep inside of you and then pulled out. He took off your panties next and discarded them aside. Separating your legs, he kissed around before giving your pussy a kiss, making you shudder. Starting with kitten licks, he teased you before fully running his tongue over you, but slowly, very slowly. Your breath caught up in your throat from the feeling. He rolled his tongue between your folds with such pace that was driving you nuts.

You buried your hands deep into his hair, moaning his name. He then decided it was time to bring fingers into play again. He was rhythmically fucking you with his fingers while sucking on your clit at the same time. He drove you to the point of screaming, your knees giving out and only holding onto his shoulders for support prevented you from doubling over.

"Get on the bed, love." he led you to the bed backwards and laid you down.

He kissed a trail up your body, taking off your shirt and moving on to exploring your chest. He wrapped his arms around you, undoneing the clasp of your bra before throwing it aside. His mouth then focused completely on your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples while his hands squeezing them in pleasure. Your hands pushed down on his shoulders, guiding him where you wanted to be touched as he moved lower with his lips and tongue.

He positioned himself between your legs, his head right above your pussy. You prompted your hips up only for him to push them down. He lowered his head, his lips brushing your clit and hot breath making you whine. Opening his mouth, he slowly licked you up once again. His tongue circled all around you, making soft moans escape your lips. This time there was no fingerplay involved, just him sucking on you.

"Give me your hands." he murmured, not separating from your core.

"Why?"

He got a hold of them before you even got to process what was happening. When he reached to interlock your fingers that's when you quickly pulled away.

"No, sorry, I don't do that..." it was too intimate for you. The feelings you held for Pierre couldn't be returned in kind. You wanted to save hand-holding during these moments for when you were completely sure of your emotions, even if it wasn't him.

You noticed his jaw clench and eyes change to a darker shade of blue, but he said nothing. Instead, he pushed your legs back and started devouring you like crazy. You yelped in surprise and yelled his name. That was his trigger, you triggered him. Slow and gentle Pierre was gone.

His tongue lapped around much more rapidly, he sucked harder and even used his teeth to graze you. He was mercilessly eating you out. You couldn't control your moans nor your breathing. He held you in a position you could barely move. The only thing you could do was scream out and squeeze your own tits for some kind of relief.

Soon, your legs started to shake, a pit forming in your stomach and he knew you were closer for you were calling his name repeatedly while begging. But he only sucked on you one last time and pulled away.

"Oh, why, Pierre, I was so close..." you whined and squirmed on the bed.

"I know," he said. "Good girls get to cum. You're not one of them."

"Fuck you." you spat. "I can just make myself cum." you sat upright.

"Great! Do it then." he replied, walking away and taking his shirt off. You frowned and looked after him. He turned around. "Well, what are you waiting for? I don't have all day." he said, undoing his pants and taking them off.

He leaned on the dresser just in his boxers, watching you. You positioned yourself so you were on full display for him. Not breaking the eye contact, you licked four of your fingers, making them nice and wet for your cunt. You played with your pussy, running your fingers up and down your folds, stretching you out and exploring yourself before you started rubbing on your clit. You exaggerated your moans, grabbing your boob and squeezing it in pleasure.

You saw him grip the edge of the dresser, but still he did nothing. The bulge in his boxers was pretty evident even though he tried to hide it. You decided it was time to add some more fingers to the play. Since he wanted to watch, you'll put on a show. You slid two of your fingers into you and sucked on the other two to moisten them for your clit.

His jaw tightened when you started playing with your clit again while also fingerfucking yourself. You let out a very loud moan, almost pornographic. Man, you were really good at this when you had an audience. He put his hand over the bulge, trying to keep it under control, but he was probably just palming himself over the fabric.

Soon, that pit in your stomach started forming again and he knew by your behavior that you weren't faking it. You threw your head back, your legs shaking and moans uncontrollably leaving your mouth.

"That's enough." he hissed, but you didn't listen. You kept going, you were just on the edge. "I said, that's enough." in just two steps he was by the bed, taking your wrists and stopping you.

"What the hell?!" you yelled. "You said—"

"You don't get to cum. Not until I say so. Now get down on your knees, you dirty little slut." he practically pulled you down to the floor by the hair.

You sat back on your knees before him, looking up and waiting. He rubbed himself over his clothed dick a few more times before stripping down. His cock sprung out, almost hitting you in the face. Your mouth started salivating at the sight. You shifted on your knees just wanting to grab and suck it.

“Open your mouth for me—no, no, you don’t get to take it. Only good girls get to take my cock, but you decided to be a disobedient little slut today. No, not even sticking out your tongue will help your case. Now you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine and watch me play with it.” his hand stroked down his length as he moaned.

"Oh, Pierre, please..." you begged and whimpered; your hands itched to touch him.

“Oh, you can beg all you want, it’s only going to make me stroke it faster. But watching you play with yourself made me throb in the places I didn’t even know is possible, I’ll give you that. I’ll have that image in my head for days—oh, fuck…” he let out a long groan. “Oh, this feels so good, princess. My hand, wrapped around my dick… Do you think you could do a better job, huh?”

"Yes, Pi, please, let me just have a taste..." you pleaded.

“Oh, you just want a taste?” he chuckled. “But no, princess, no.” his hand moved faster, making him moan louder. “Well, maybe if you beg and plead hard enough.”

"Oh, Pierre, please, please, please..." you gave him your best doe eyes.

"Okay, princess, you're not even trying right now. I know you can beg better than that."

"Please, let me suck your dick, please. I'll take it like a good girl and never ever disobey you again. I am your fuck toy to be used as you please. I will make you feel so good. Please, daddy, let me have your dick." you didn't mean to call him daddy, but you got so into your speech that it slipped your tongue.

"Mon dieu, the sounds of you begging really turns me on. You know just how to get what you want, don't you? That's what you did to get us here, didn't you, princess?" he talked in between moans. "Fine, you can have a lick. But just a lick," he warned. "Stick your tongue out more."

You prompted up like a child that just got a Christmas present. You licked his head and all the way down his shaft, tracing the veins that popped up, never breaking the eye contact. The gold cross necklace rose with his chest as he breathed.

"Fuck, princess, suck it. Suck the tip. Just the tip." he panted.

You wrapped your lips around his pink head, sucking like you wanted to take his soul. His hands were in your hair, pulling on your roots. You never heard him moan like this, his face twisted in pleasure. You circled your tongue around him to stop yourself from smiling.

"Mon dieu, princess, just take. Take it whole. I need my cock in that pretty little throat of yours." he himself pushed your head down his length, groaning. "Open wider." another groan. "Oh, suck it, princess. Keep sucking, show me that you've learned your lesson."

You took as much as you could of him in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, warming up your throat for a deep dive. His fingers curled into your hair every time the tip hit the back of your mouth. He whined and whimpered with his head thrown back.

"Now, princess," he said breathily. "Princess, look at me. I'm going to fuck your mouth, alright?" his hands already positioned themselves to lock your head in place. You could only nod your head, looking up at him, your eyes pleading with him to do so.

He started thrusting himself into your mouth, hitting the back of it repeatedly. You gagged and choked on his dick, your mouth overflowing with saliva that ran down onto your chin. Your eyes stung with tears and and you felt like you couldn’t take a proper breath. He would pull out and instruct to spit on his dick upon noticing your struggles.

"Look at me while I fuck your mouth. Aw, look at you, can't even fit it whole. Is it too big for you, princess?" tears rolled down your cheeks when he forced himself on you. "Don't cry, my princess, you know I would never give you what I know you can't take. God, your throat feels heavenly. Fuck, I'm going to cum." he groaned.

"Yes, daddy, come down my throat..."

"Wouldn't you like that?" he chuckled as his movements slowed down. "I don't know if I want your mouth to make me cum or your pussy."

You begged him, begged him with your eyes to give you a taste of his cum.

"Oh, you want it so much, don't you? Oh, yeah, you fucking do. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum down your fucking throat and fuck you for way longer after, ugh." he trusted in you in between every word.

As he groaned loudly, his shaft soon disappeared inside of you and you relished in the warmth that surrounded you. You eagerly swallowed every drop and even begged for more. You lapped up every last bit of him from his tip, leaving it spotless.

"Good girl." he praised, running his fingers through your hair.

Moment of break was over. He picked you up and threw you onto the bed on your stomach.

"Ass up for me."

You complied without having him to repeat himself. Rewarding you with a nice slap, he teasingly slid his cock between your folds. His tip rubbed against your clit, tempting you to orgasm right then and there.

"Pierre, please..." you whined.

"Please what?" he said, sliding down.

"Put it in, fuck me." you cried out.

He didn't do it right away, but eventually he gripped your hips and pushed himself into you. Without letting you adjust, he started ramming into you. And why would he? You were already way too familiar with every inch of his body.

"Is this what you wanted all along, you dirty little slut? This dick inside of you? Finally getting it, huh?" you could only moan in response. "God, you're pathetic. The way you begged for it, like you've never had dick in your life. You love it don't you? You love my dick. You love me fucking you. No one has ever fucked you this good, isn't that right, princess?" you shook your head. "God, you can't even form words, that's how good I make you feel. Only me."

Still, you wanted more. You needed more. You took your hand and pressed it against your clit, rubbing fast.

"Move that fucking hand away." he slapped it off, then grabbed both of your wrists and locked them behind your back. "Good girls get to help themselves, but you don't. You think just because you sucked my dick so good you're in my good graces again? No, princess, you're still a long way to go."

You moaned in (dis)pleasure. You let him take control. God, you just hoped the rooms around were empty cause you both have been screaming all afternoon.

"But princess, I'll be so kind and tell you in advance," he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it backwards, leaning into your ear. "I'm going to fuck you on every single piece of furniture you see in this room."

Oh god, just that sentence alone could send you over the edge. Your eyes rolled backwards and you just let go, whimpering and whining. After a while, your body started going limp under him, the gap between your thighs wanted to close and walls tightened around him.

"Oh, you're so close already?" he mocked. "And you want to come?"

"Yes, please..."

He only laughed wickedly. "You know you can't." he stopped moving all together, edging you for the third time that day.

He took you by your forearms and pulled you onto his chest. You could barely stand, but he tugged you off the bed with him still inside you, and led you backwards to the coffee table across the room. He sat down on the edge with you on top of him.

"You said you missed me, yeah?" you leaned back on him, trying to come to your senses. His hands firmly held your waist and lips brushed against your neck when you nodded your head. "Now show me exactly how much you missed me. Bounce." he slapped your thigh.

You took a deep breath in and leaned forward, putting yourself in a position you could easily jump up and down his dick. You used his knees for support, establishing a rhythm.

"Aw, come on, princess, I thought you missed me more than that." he cupped your breast and grazed your neck with his teeth. You whined and sped up. "That's my good princess." he whispered. "And good princesses get rewarded." he wrapped his arm around you, pressing the tips of his fingers over your clit.

You leaned backwards, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and whimpering into his ear.

"Oh, you missed me that much, haven't you? You missed me so much you want to cum again?" he hissed.

"Yes, Pierre, please..." you pleaded, rolling your hips on him.

"I'm sorry, princess, but I will have to disappoint you again." you couldn't move anymore so he took matters into his own hands or better say, your hips and started guiding them up and down.

Your whole body was shaking, your head was hanging low, but he wasn't done with you. Not yet. He pushed you off his dick and stood up. Picking you up in his arms, he carried you to the dresser where he sat you down. He separated your legs wide and slapped your pussy with his dick. You leaned back on the wall and bit your lip. Taking you by the legs, he yanked you forward onto his dick again. Wrapping them around him, you pushed him even deeper inside you.

He slammed into you with all his might, making you delirious, not even able to scream anymore, just chant his name under your breath. His mouth got a hold of your nipple, biting and sucking while his fingers pinched the other one. You squealed in surprise, arching your back and losing your fingers into his hair. He moved up to kiss your lips, resting his forehead on yours. You were both sweaty and panting. You looked down, his dick going in and out of you, hitting all the right spots.

"What are you looking at, princess?" he noticed. "You like seeing it disappear deep inside of your tight little pussy and making you feel like a perfect little slut you are, huh?"

"Yeah..." you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. All you wanted was to hide your face into his chest.

"No need to get all flustered now, you know I love you like that." he picked up the pace a bit and in response, you pulled him by the cross necklace into a kiss.

Your orgasm was coming soon again and he felt it. He slowed down, scooping you up and carrying you to the armchair. You groaned into his shoulder.

"I know, princess, I know. Just a little longer, I promise." he caressed your hair.

He sat you down, positioning you on top of him.

"Ride me now, come on, princess, I know it's your favorite. I saved best for last." every atom in your body refused to move from overstimulation, but somehow, you found it in you to rock your hips back and forth. "Yes, princess, ride me." he encouraged. "God, you feel so good." with his hands on your waist, he helped you keep the pace. You even started bouncing a little. "Mm, you're doing so good, keep going." he moaned.

But you couldn't. You threw yourself onto his chest and he instantly wrapped his arms around you, taking over. With only a few more pumps, your whole body started trembling on top of his, your walls tightening like never before. You were on the verge of screaming.

"I'm going to cum." you said.

"No, not yet, princess, hold it." his face twisted in reaching his own orgasm.

"Pierre, please, I need to cum, I need to cum right now!" you yelled.

"Just a little bit longer, princess. Just hold it and we cum together, alright?" he didn't wait for your answer, he kissed you to shut you up. "Now, princess, let go now." he said and pushed himself deep inside of you.

Your moans echoed off the walls as you fell onto him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You collapsed onto his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck, still joined together and sweaty from the intensity of it all. His arm was draped over you while the other one stroked your hair, his lips whispering sweet nothings. You could feel his dick still inside of you, twitching ever so slightly.

The only sound that could be heard was that of your heavy breaths. As if to confirm how intense the moment had been, you moved your hand to feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his chest. He kissed your temple and you sniffled.

"Hey," he said, rising you up. "Hey, princess, look at me. Are you crying?" you, in fact, were crying. "Did I... Did I fuck you to tears?" he smugly smirked and you laughed.

"Yeah, you did." you confirmed and he pulled you in for another kiss.

"It was that good, huh?"

"It was." you laid back on his chest as he ran his fingers down your spine.

"It was a bit rougher than I intended to," he admitted. "but you took it like a good girl. I'm sorry if I did hurt you." he kissed the top of your head.

"Nah, it was alright." you lazily replied. "We should do it again later." you smirked.

"Wait, really?" you nodded. "But no, no later for you. You should take a rest. I'm going to fix you a bath and take care of you now."

Your groans of discomfort prompted him to help you up and usher you to the bathroom. There, he filled a bathtub with hot water and bubbles for your relaxation. He then took a shower while you lay there, but when you invited him in for other activities, he told you to keep it light. He certainly had his moments of dullness. After his shower, he went off to look for clothes in the bedroom, leaving you alone in the bathroom. Glancing out of the window, the sun seemed to be just about ready to dip below the horizon.

"Pierre?" you called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go grab dinner with me?"

"Sure, my princess needs to refuel after all that exercising she just did." his smirk revealed he was teasing you.

You rolled your eyes and smiled in spite of yourself. You still tried to persuade him to go further than a dinner date later that night, but he refused your advances. Not even your tight black mini dress could alter his decision. He kept insisting that you needed to rest and take it easy—blah, blah, blah. But the look on his face and his tight pants said something different anyway.

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talkdutchtome · 9 months

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You Should Have Said No Chapter Two - It's Nice to Have a Friend

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . it's nice to have a friend- taylor swift)

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

series masterlist . . . available here )

A banging came from the front door, jolting you awake and making you fall off the sofa in the process. When Pierre left you decided the best thing to do was sleep, not wanting to be awake and deal with the crushing pain, but after 30 minutes of writhing around in bed, the scent of Pierre lingering on the sheets, you realised that sleeping in the bed you shared with your fiancé was going to be impossible, so you resorted to the sofa.

The banging started again, worried it was Pierre coming back, you ignored it. “Y/N let me in, Y/N” You heard a voice call, a voice that didn’t belong to Pierre. It was Max’s voice. You stood up and began walking to the door, you stopped at a mirror in the hallway looking at your reflection. Your hair was messy, your face red and blotchy, your eyes swollen from crying, black mascara tears stained on your cheeks. You thought about tiding yourself up a bit, not wanting to look too pathetic when you open the door; but you quickly realised that it was a lost cause and continued walking to the door.

“Y/N, hi” Max spoke as the door swung open, looking at you with soft eyes. He wanted to reach up to you and pull you into a bear hug, lord knows it looked like you needed it. But he decided not to, worried that it would make you uncomfortable.

“Um hi Max, what are you doing here?” You asked, genuinely confused why he was stood at your door, he told you because you deserved to know but he was Pierre’s friend, his former teammate.

“I wanted to-“ he started and then paused “Can I come in?”

You opened the door wider and step to the side allowing him to enter, silently answering his question.

“How did you know where w- where I live?” You asked puzzled, Max and Pierre hadn’t been as close as they once were over the past few years so he hasn’t been to your apartment before.

“I phoned Charles, I was worried about you when you hung up the phone and I thought, well I thought if I were in your position, I wouldn’t want to be alone” he spoke, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“When you spoke to Charles did you tell him?” You asked.

“No, I didn’t, but he already knew, I guess, he asked me to give you a hug from him.” You smiled at the Dutchman’s words, Charles is Pierre’s best friend so even though that’s who Pierre would have gone to straight away, looking for support, Charles still had you in his thoughts, truly caring for you. The silence sat in the room and made its presence ever clear, this being only one of a few if any conversations just between the two of you, aside of course from the conversation you had with him earlier in the day, the one that caused your world to come crashing down. Feeling nervous, you began to play with the ring sat on your left hand, you didn’t even clock the significance until you saw Max looking down at the ring. The ring Pierre gave you months ago when he asked you to marry him, when he told you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You thought about taking the ring off, you know you should. You definitely aren’t engaged anymore, but for some reason you can’t, not wanting to let go of that part of your life yet.

You looked up to find Max watching you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Have you eaten today?” He asks you and that takes you by surprise, you weren’t sure what he was going to say to you after watching you so intently but that certainly wasn’t it.

“No, I uh no I haven’t” he stood up and began walking to the kitchen, “May I?” He asks gesturing towards the oven. Was he asking if he could cook for you? You nodded slowly, still unsure what he was doing here. He began after seeing your confirmation, starting with cleaning up the mess from the breakfast you had started to make this morning. For a second you want to ask him to stop, not to clean up and get rid of the last thing you did before your life changed forever. You don’t though, realising you can’t keep burnt bacon as a souvenir from a better time. Snapping out from your thoughts you see Max begin making a pasta dish, for a second you catch yourself smiling, this man had absolutely no loyalties to you, he didn’t have betray Pierre and tell you what happened, but he did. He didn’t have to come and check up on you, but he did. He certainly didn’t have to look after you and make sure you eat, but that’s what he was doing.

“You go and sit down; I’ll bring this through when I’m done”.

You smiled again before following his instructions.

He walked into the room 15 minutes later, carrying a delicious smelling plate of food in. “Here” he passes it to you, his hand lightly brushing against yours as he did so. “Thank you” you said smiling at him before beginning to eat. He sat with you in silence again, but this time the awkwardness wasn’t there, instead it was comfortable. Max knew that you probably weren’t in the mood for talking, but he also knew you probably didn’t want to be alone either, so he was more than happy to sit with you in silent company.

You sat next to each other on the sofa for a while longer, almost exclusively in silence, until Max noticed you started to yawn. “I should leave then, I hope you’re okay, please phone me if you need me, I’ll make sure to keep my phone on loud.” He said to you and again you were taken aback by the care shown by a man who owed nothing to you. You thanked him and assured him you would let him know if you needed him. He nodded and began walking to the door. You hesitated before speaking “Max wait.” He turned back around and was about to ask what was wrong but before he could get the words out of his mouth you were in his arms hugging him, he hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around you tight, pulling you closer into him.

Pulling back, you looked up at him before you spoke “For Charles.” He smiled, looking in your sad eyes staring up at him. “Yeah, for Charles”

When he left, the same silence that had felt comfortable in just 5 minutes ago became heavy. Without Max here to distract you from the devastation, the crushing feeling became more apparent. You thought about looking at your phone, maybe even texting Max a quick thank you, but you quickly realised that on your phone you would find dozens of messages from Pierre. Quickly changing your mind, you went straight to the sofa to sleep, not even bothering to attempt to use the bed.

The ringing of your alarm woke you up at 10am the next morning, an unwelcome wake up call considering the disturbed sleep you had from sleeping on the sofa. The first thing you did was walk into your bedroom and strip the bed, putting the old bedding in the washing and putting a brand-new set of sheets on. Happy with yourself for coming up with a solution for that problem, you got to work on completing other tasks that needed to be done; you showered, and you tidied up the house. Then finally after feeling as refreshed as you possibly could, you moved on to the one task you truly did not want to do. Letting out a shaky breath you reached for your phone, it had sat unmoved from the kitchen table, where it was when one 5-minute conversation with Max Verstappen changed her whole life.

Opening it up, messages from four people filled her screen: Pierre, Max, Charles and Rebecca from work. The last name made you curse, it reminded you of the one thing you did not want to be reminded of, the flight to Spain you were scheduled to take with your fiancé in time for the Spanish GP. When Pierre asked you to quit your job as a photographer to follow him around the world all those years ago, you said no, not wanting your entire life to be boiled down to who you were in a relationship with. But when he asked and asked, when he told you how crazy he was going being away from you for weeks on end, you said yes. He got you a job with Formula 1 and you loved it. You loved the work you did, and you loved getting to travel the world with the love of your life, or at least you used to.

Frowning, you moved on to the other text messages, starting with Charles.

Charles Leclerc

Y/N Pierre has just turned up here in a state, he won’t talk. What’s happened?

Okay so he told me what happened, I cannot believe he did that. Please message me as soon as you get this, I need to know that you’re okay.

Y/N, just so you know, Max called asking for your address, I’m not sure why but expect him at your door soon

You smiled to yourself at the love and concern Charles had for you. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he didn’t reach out, if he put his entire focus on his best friend. You quickly typed a reply.

Y/N Y/LN

Hey Charles, sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I am okay, just. I really don’t want to talk about it right now though.

Turning to the next set of messages, you noticed they were from Pierre.

Mon amour

Cheri, please let me come home, let’s talk about this.

Please Y/N I’m so sorry.

I love you Cheri, you have to know that.

What is happening with our plans today, when can I come round to get my stuff, are you still coming? I need to know the flights in a few hours.

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, mostly because you didn’t know the answer to his question. Moving on you saw the next messages were from Max.

Max Verstappen

Hey Y/N, I’m sorry for having to tell you that, but you needed to know. I hope you’re okay.

Good morning Y/N, I hope you’re doing okay today. Just a reminder that I’m always here.

You smiled at the messages, once again the care this man showed for you..

Y/N Y/LN

Hi Max, thank you for yesterday. I’ve been better but yeah, I’m okay thank you.

Max Verstappen

I’m glad to hear it. Is there anything I can do for you today?

Y/N Y/LN

No I don’t think so thank you. Today will be spent trying to find a new way to get to Spain ready for the shoot tomorrow haha.

Max Verstappen

I have space on my jet?

Y/N Y/LN

Thank you but you really don’t need to do that. I’ll find a way; worst case I guess I’ll just catch the flight with Pierre.

Max Verstappen

No don’t be silly, you’re coming. I have a space and you need a way to get there.

I’ll be there in 45 minutes, be ready.

Your breath hitched at those last messages, you thought about standing your ground and telling him no, but he was right. You need to get there and the last thing you want is to sit on a plane with Pierre. Quickly firing off a message to Pierre to let him know you’ll be making your own way there and that he can come over in an hour to collect his stuff as that’s when you’ll be gone. You began to gather your stuff and prepare to leave.

The time passed quickly and eventually you received another text message from Max letting you know he had arrived. You felt nerves swirl around your stomach as you walked downstairs and approached the car. Opening the door, you saw that Max was sat in the driver's seat, the passenger seat was empty and in the back of the car sat Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris.

“Hey Y/N, I saved you a seat. Have you got everything you need?” He asked smiling warmly at you tapping the seat next to him. You could feel pity in the eyes of Daniel and Lando, you knew Lando knew as he was there when it happened, but somebody had clearly told Daniel too.

“Yeah, I do, thank you very much for this, I really appreciate it.” you replied climbing into the very fancy sports car.

“Oh, please you’re doing me a favour, I didn’t particularly want to spend an hour in a confined space with those two back there.” he joked, clearly sensing your nervousness and wanting to help you feel at ease.

“Ignore him Y/N, he loves us really” you heard an Australian voice joke come from behind us. You never had much to do with Daniel; but you knew his reputation for being the most likeable guy on the grid and after just a car ride with him you had to agree.

Boarding Max’s jet felt like something out of movie, you had never experienced anything like this before, usually just flying business class with Pierre. Lando and Daniel sat next to each other, sharing a knowing glance with each other when they left you to sit next to Max, but you didn’t notice, too transfixed with looking at your surroundings. You sat next to Max, opposite the two other men on the plane and the conversation started flowing. It surprised you, how easily the conversation came between you and the three men, with you not spending much time with them at all before this. Eventually Lando and Daniel were asleep, you felt yourself not too far behind. Just as you were drifting asleep, you heard Max’s nervous voice begin speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you don’t think I'm being too forward here by the way; I just have been in your situation, and I know most of your friends around here are Pierre’s friends too.. And I guess I just didn’t want you to be alone.”

His words made your heart flutter, a feeling that took you by surprise, but you didn’t think much of it.

“No Max, I don’t. Honestly, It’s Nice to Have A Friend.” You replied before closing your eyes and starting to sleep. Max didn’t say anything else after that, he just leant over and very gently kissed the top of your head.

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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newsflash ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)

“i ain’t interested in being a pretty name on your list.”

summary: somebody’s got to humble pierre gasly; enter ensley soleil, a musician who happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend. OR ensley has already written a line or two in songs about a boy like him, but pierre wants to prove to his crush that being ‘liked by pierregasly’ also means that he’ll pursue her like a man she never knew existed.

content warning: willne and rich brian appearance, middleman!lando, “liked by pierregasly” 🤓, use of explicit language, mentions of cheating/past relationship (unnamed ex)

note: talking to a guy so here’s a content hehe (also i noticed you guys liked the sebastian vettel one… good because i would have cried tbh. might update colour me your colour next, then i’m gonna try to update the daniel ricciardo wedding mini series).

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willne you should come back to uk tbh 🙈 liked by ensoleil

ensoleil i’m quite happy here thx :)

user1 WELCOME BACK TO LONDON ENSLEY !!!!

user2 ok but that man fumbled real hard though 🚩

user3 that man bagged a baddie and cheated on her??? a shame smh

user4 “liked by pierregasly” 💀

user5 as a henny and f1 fan, wtf pierre

user6 pear noticed her post??? bruh. landonorris ain’t that your friend?

user7 how are henny and lando connected?

user6 ensley is friend’s with willne, who is lando’s friend. she’s made an appearance or two in a quadrant video before.

user7 ok but like she lucky tho

user8 she and many girls alright.

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user1 how far out*** OOOH YOU FUMBLED THIS ONE PIERRE

charles_leclerc i am so sorry for the chances that you will never have after messing up her lyrics

user2 the tote bag, the booktok and LANA DEL REY??? mans down bad fr liked by pierregasly

user3 you’re really working hard huh pierre 😭 liked by pierregasly

pierregasly take every shot you are given, am i not right? 👌

yukitsunoda0511 you’re working too hard pierre 👎

maxverstappen1 because you’re already her favourite 🤣 pierre isn’t even allowed to breathe in her direction

user4 it’s true; i was the glass of daiquiri whenever henny sent him a death glare. mans v persistent tho so mad respect to him

ensoleil you really won’t stop will you, you baguette? liked by pierregasly

pierregasly that’s the least stereotypical shit i’ve ever heard from you and you called me remy from ratatouille

ensoleil sorry 🤓 do u want me to kiss it better

pierregasly no 😊 a date would be really nice though

user5 NAW THIS MAN THINKS HE SLICK

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sunny44 · 1 year

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My star 🌟

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: When Pierre remembers you in an interview.

"Well we are here with none other than Pierre Gasly the new formula 1 driver for the Alpine team. Pierre how is it going with the new team?"

"Well first of all thank you for having me and I am very happy with the new team, after many years in the Redbull family I felt that I needed a change and new air so it was really nice to change and have a fresh start.”

"Perfect and how was your reception there?"

"It was great, the staff is amazing and I think we will be able to do a good job on track."

"Wonderful. Well we asked the fans to send you questions and we separated the ones we thought were the most creative and different. The first question is even if you are separated will we get more content from you with Yuki?" I laughed at the question.

"For sure, even in different teams he is like a little brother to me and we spent 2 years working together so for sure you will have content from us."

"The second question is what is your biggest fear?"

"I think it's losing someone. I've lost a few people and I know how hard it is and I'm honestly not prepared for that to happen again."

"Do you ever feel afraid of racing?"

"I would be lying if I said no because I had, but it was before I got into formula one. I think if at some point in our careers we start to feel fear it will be time to stop."

"Do you think at some point in your F1 career you will feel that fear?"

"I think yes, probably when I get kids that's when I will feel fear of dying in a car."

“So do you think about having kids?”

“Of course, it’s was always a dream of mine and it’s also a dream of my girlfriend.”

“So it’s confirmed you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes, I know that have some rumors about it and yes it’s confirmed.”

“Do we know her or do we’ll get to know her?”

“No you guys don’t know her, she’s not famous or anything. She’s actually an architect, we met in Monaco in the last GP and a few months later we started dating.”

“Woo that’s awesome, congratulations to you two.”

“Thank you.”

"And that brings us to our last question which is pretty random and that's why we chose it. Do you like stars?"

"If I like stars?" I ask and again to confirmed and he agrees and at the same time I think of her. "yes I love stars.”

Bonus scene!

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@Pierregasly My star ⭐️

Tagged: @yourusername

@charlesleclerc finally

Liked by @pierregasly

@yourusername love you babe and I miss you so much

@Pierregasly I love you more and I’m coming home for you

@yukitsunoda I can believe you betrayed me

@Pierregasly sorry babe

@yourusername ahn excuse me???

@pierregasly run Yuki

Let me know if you want to be on the tag list for Pierre stories or all F1 drivers that I’ll write for

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my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife · 1 year

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Pickup lines - Pierre Gasly

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows all about those awful pickup lines. You can make fun of them, use it between the two of you as a joke. But how long will it stay like a joke?

Warnings: overall fluff with a little hint of angst, best friend to lovers, alcohol usage, swears, , rom-com vibes

Word count: 8K

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You have been working at the Alpine F1 team for two years now, you were one of the media managers travelling with the team all around the world. You loved your job very much, it had all the components that you were passionate about, travelling, media and Formula 1. As much as you have loved this job and would never in your life change it for everything, the constant travelling could make it much more different. You felt sometimes alone late at night in the hotel rooms. Just like everyone else you were dreaming about once you will have a normal relationship not just one night stands, that you occasionally have had.

A life like this can be lonely, and hard to maintain a relationship. But you knew this when you signed for this job. And to be honest it could be fun to use all those dating apps to find someone to ease the loneliness.

“Whatcha Doin'?” A head popped up next to you causing you to jump in surprise, nearly dropping your phone on the wooden floor as you were sitting outside.

“Jesus Pierre! We have talked about this, one day I’ll punch you in the face when you scare me, and I won’t be sorry.” He was laughing as he went around you and sat down on the small chair next to you.

“So are you gonna share with me Tinder’s offer of today?” He draped his left arm behind you on your chair as he leaned closer trying to look into your phone. “I know you were swiping” You giggled and shook your head as you unlocked your phone and turned the screen to him witht the picture of a guy with a cowboy hat on. “Okay cowboy.” He snatched the phone from your hand and zoomed in the profile. “Oh come on, what is that line? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He looked up from your phone with an unamused expression on his face and started to laugh tilting his head back on the chair. “Jesus, that’s awful.”

Since Pierre joined the team you have had a great relationship. You just clicked instantly, having the best deepest conversations, laughing at the stupidest jokes. One night, you arrived the same day to a hotel where you have been staying for the weekend, you met in the bar and you started to talk as you were sipping on your drinks, you went down on the road of the topic of relationships. To all of you mentioning you have no one waiting for you back at home in Italy, and you can’t imagine having a serious relationship now so you are just stuck with Tinder. That night is how it started with him always checking your matches or suggestions, laughing with you when you found someone horrendous or even helped you to have someone for the night.

“You have used more obnoxious pick up lines with me.” You rolled your eyes as you had your chin on his shoulder watching him tapping on your phone, sliding the guys left and right. You have had this thing going on between the two of you since that night of the bar. You have been throwing all those typical and terrible pick up lines at each other, trying to make the other laugh the hardest. Both of you were prepared, had a whole list of lines ready to be used.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He turned his head your way with a smirk on his lips before he blew on your face making the tiny hairs fall in your face. “Are you a pitstop? Cause I go from soft to hard in 2.5 seconds.” Your mouth opened nd your eye went wide, leaning back on your chair watching his proud smile spreading on his lips as he was wiggling his eyebrows.

“F1 related line, smooth.” You nodded proudly “Have you been doing some homework?”

“Are you a homework? Because I would do you everyday.” He leaned closer to you one more time looking deep in your eyes. His piercing blue eyes stared deeply in yours, he had the most beautiful blue shade eyes you have seen before, it had some greyish marbling in it which just made it more unique and outstanding. You froze for a second at the feeling of his breath tickling your lips due to the fact how close you were, before shaking your head a little waking yourself up from the dreaming.

“Ew Gasly.” You fake gagged and got up from the chair. “Don’t you have a meeting to attend?”

“Yes, so I gotta go. But will I see you tonight at the party?” You nodded and gathered your things from the table. “Cool, see you later doll.” he winked at you before disappearing in the motorhome.

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He was in 4th place, his personal best since the beginning of the season and he was keeping that position since lap ten and we are already on the last ten laps. You were playing with the cord of your headphones listening to the teams radio as your eyes were glued on the screen in front of you.

“Pierre, let's try to push it a little. So we can get closer to Hamilton, we have heard on the radio he is struggling a lot. You have the chance for P3.” His race engineer informed him quickly which he just answered with a quick copy as he accelerated on the straight part of the track closing the gap between him and the Mercedes driver. You were on the last two laps and he was still struggling to catch up with the driver in front of him, he was pushing it to the really end trying everything to get over him, but Lewis was a hard one and he was fighting for his position and Pierre knew it well that it’s gonna be a hard fight.

“Come on.” You mumbled under your breath as you were chewing on your lower lips, your right leg was bouncing. You could cut the tension in the air as everyone was quietly watching the screen as we arrived in the last sector of the last lap. He was getting inch by inch closer to Hamilton, his front wing nearly touching the back end of the car when in an easy move he changed directions and took over the driver in front of him closing the path behind him to prevent any attack in the last corner of the track. The whole motorhome jumped up together, screaming in joy seeing the Alpine driver having his first podium in a very long time with his new team. Mechanics started to run out to the finish line and climbed up on the wall while they were screaming in joy, waving their fists in the air. You watched him crossing the line at the chequered flag, as you were jumping in your place, squeezing the headphones over your ears to hear him over the ovation inside the motorhome.

“Fucking yes!” His screams cut through the lurry as you were pushing the sides of the headphones even more. “We fucking did it! Yes!” The whole motorhome started to move together all the way to the park fermé waiting for the P3 star to arrive, you were pushed by your other team members as they were squeezing your shoulders, chanting and screaming at the same time with the crowd. An ear to ear smile was plastered on your face, you were happy, you were so happy for the team but especially for him. He parked the car at the right position before getting out and standing in the top of the car waving his fists up in the air before jumping down from it and ran with full speed to the team and jumping in their arms. Everyone was patting on his helmet or on his body where they could reach him. His muffled screams were still audible through the noisy crowd and the helmet and that even made you happier than ever. He took a step back from the team and lifted up his visor and stopped for a second looking around, through the crowd hoping he would see the person who he was looking for. You raised your hand up a little to get his attention, and he whipped his head to your way before leaping the distance between the two of you and he pulled you in a bone crushing hug even lifting you up in the air, pulling you nearly over the fence. Your arms were tightly around his neck holding his body close to yours.

“You did it.” You said once you were back on your feet and looked up at him, grabbing the two sides of his helmet, his hands were on your upper arm. Your eyes filled with tears as you saw his inside the helmet, they were shining with the happiness and the tears that were rolling down on his cheeks. “You were amazing. You deserved this. Now go you have a trophy to take on the third step of the podium, champ.” You winked at him, he nodded and touched his helmet to your forehead and looked deep in your eyes. Breath got stuck in your lungs with the way he looked at you. There was something so intense in his eyes, so animalistic but still you could see the happiness and the joy and even love inside those beautiful blue eyes that could mesmerise you anytime. He was ecstatic as he walked out to the podiums, jumping and throwing his fists in the air. You were watching him down with the others, with the widest smile on your lips as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. You were happy, you were so happy for him. With all those years where he had lost his confidence, he finally gained it back, he needed this win.

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“So what are you having?” Pierre softly grabbed your upper arm as he appeared next to you. You jumped slightly in surprise and looked up from your phone and slid it in your small purse. “Are you going to get the usual, gin-tonic?” You smiled at him and nodded, before he turned to the bartender and ordered the cocktail for you and a beer for himself. “I like your new dress!” He said as he was walking back to you with the group at the table that was booked just for the drivers, and some of your colleagues.

“Thanks, they were 50% off!” You beamed and twirled around as you grabbed one side of your flowy skirt, you slipped next to each other at the table quietly as the others were loudly chatting.

“I’d like them better if they were 100% off.” He answered with a wink that made you nearly choke on your cocktail, you placed the glass on the table and lifted your hand up to your lips as you were coughing. Heat was spreading on your cheeks, and the tip of your ears were burning.

“The store can’t just give away clothes for free.” Lando jumped in the conversation with a confused look on his face, making you hide your face into your palm as you felt warmth spread throughout your cheeks. “No that can’t happen that they have heard Pierre’s flirty comment” you thought in your head. Most of the guys have heard the two of you bickering and having those pickup lines.

“That’s… not what I meant.” Pierre mumbled and took a sip of his beer as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes were still on you, his gaze shifted from your shoes all the way to your face as he stared deeply in your eyes, and licked his lips. You swallowed thick and tore your gaze away from his blue eyes that were burning you alive and tried to focus on the conversation that was going on at the other side of the table. Your phone at the edge of the table lit up, you looked down and saw at least 10 notifications popping up on your screen.

“Adam has messaged you”

You were about to lock your phone and put it away when Pierre leaned closer.

“So Adam huh?”

“You know it’s not nice to look on someone’s phone, and to put your nose into someone else’s business.” You rolled your eyes and picked your phone up from the table. You were about to delete the notification on your locked screen but accidentally you opened it up. “Give it back!” You turned to the man on your left as he snatched the mobile from your hand and started to scroll down on your messages with a mischievous grin on his face. You leaned over his shoulder and read the texts. “Pierre, I’m not kidding!”

"Photo attached"

Pierre looked up from your phone to you, his brows were lifted as he was studying your face.

“How many dates have you had with this lad?”

“Just one, and it was bad we did not even hook up, I wanted to tell him that I’m not interested in him.” You sighed and sat back on his chair as you started to play with the end of your hair. “I just wanted to have sex with him, I was horny that’s it.”

“Oh, but he seems lovely, not clingy at all. “His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as he was looking up from your screen now and then with a grin on his lips. “ How about we check this picture huh?” Before turning back to the screen and had his finger over the message that says “photo attached”

“No, don't you dare.” You were to start but he already opened it and you slapped your palms over your eyes. “Oh my god!” You squealed in surprise, trying to erase the picture from your mind.

“No way he just sent a dick pic out of nowhere.” He laughed out loud and zoomed it in the picture. You peaked through your fingers seeing him playing with the picture as he was still laughing about it.

“No, don't zoom in! Oh my gosh I don’t even remember the last time when I received a dick pic.” You shook your head side to side.

“Can I answer him?” He was still giggling as he was zooming in and out of the picture. He was having a blast, how awkward you were acting like, all that flushed face and biting the bottom lip.

“Don’t you dare to send him back a dick pic.” You warned and he looked back at you with a surprised experience on his face.

“I was not thinking about it, till now.” His smile got wider, his eyes were shining with mischief. “Not a bad idea..” he got up a little from his seat as he was digging into his pocket taking his phone out.

“Oh gosh no!” You yanked your phone out of his hand and closed the picture on the screen. “I can answer back too.” You swiped your hair away from your face and dropped it over your shoulder.

“I’m offended that you are protesting that hard..” He leaned closer to you, your shoulders were touching as he was trying to sneak a peek on your screen. You looked up from your screen, and to your surprise his face was much closer than you had imagined. You swallowed thick and cleared your throat as you tried to push down on him, imagine him sending an inappropriate picture of himself from your phone. “ I have a good collection, they are sorted by different folders.” He continued which made your eyes go much wider. Of course he has a full gallery of his beautiful body and body parts. “If you want to, I can send you some, to get the vibe.” He winked at you giggling

“Oh don’t be that full of yourself..” you rolled your eyes and typed back an answer to Adam.

You typed back with a grin and closed the message.

“Okay you are savage.” He grinned at you and leaned back on his chair and draped his right arm over the back of our chair. “But if you would change your mind.” He started and winked at you.

“Yes, all I have ever wanted in my life is to get some nudes from the big Pierre Gasly, that he usually sends to every girl he has business with.” You rolled your eyes, as you lifted up the cocktail to your mouth.

“You called me big, huh?” He winked at you and you hit his upper arm slightly. “Oh come on, you probably have some too.” He chuckled and took a sip from his beer.

“Never said that I don’t have, they are categorised too, by colour, and even if on a scale of how slutty they are .” You winked at him with a mischievous grin, which made him choke on his beer.

“Give me your phone.” He extended his palm out for you, waving his fingers to hurry you up. You laughed as you took the last sip from your glass and stood up from the chair.

“You have to earn it babe.” You leaned closer to his ears and whispered in as your fingers played with the soft skin in his neck that were visible from his white linen shirt and made goosebumps all over his skin. His breath got stuck in his throat. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, usually it’s the other way around, but tonight something changed, you felt some power in you as you saw him react to your touch. “Wanna dance?” You whispered in his ear as your fingers dropped to his hand and his fingers wrapped around yours as he nodded and started to follow you down on the stairs in the crowd. You usually hated crowds, but tonight -mostly because of the amount of liquor you have had- you wanted to dive in the crowd pulling him closer to you, wanting his arms to wrap around your waist as you swayed to the music, draping your arms around his shoulder.

He pulled you closer to his body, keeping you away from all the other people who were drunkenly jumping around. “Never knew you were a the type who would dance in a club.” He whispered in your neck as he was guiding your waist with his hands, your skin was burning underneath his touch.

“You still have a lot to learn.” You leaned back a little to look into his dark sparkling eyes. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. A familiar song’s beat hit your ears, making a flirtatious smile appear on your lips and you let your fingers draw shapes on his chest which was visible.

“Love to hate me, crazy, shady. Spit me up like hot wasabi. Lick me up, I’m sweet and salty. Mix it up and down my body.”

Your free hand ran over your body as you were singing the lyrics of the song while you swayed your hips in figure eight shape. You leaned closer to him, pulling his upper body a little closer to you by the chain in his neck. His eyes were watching you dancing, looking up at you till his gaze caught yours, he wetted his parted lips before a smile spread on his lips and turned you around by your waist and pulled back your body to his, your back hitting his chest as his fingers dig into the skin on your waist. He dropped his head into your neck and pushed your hair to the other side.

“You can’t pull stunts like this in front of all those people doll.” You heard his raspy voice muffled in your ear. “And it’s unfair to do this to me even if we are both drunk.”

“Champ, don’t start something that you can’t finish.” You turned around as the song has ended and looked into his eyes. They were much darker than before his pupils were dilated and he was breathing through his nose. This animalistic look just made chills run through your body with the familiar buzzing feeling that you felt on your skin before it stopped between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. His eyes darted down to your thighs, he saw it god sure and he loved it that he has some effect on you. A proud cocky smile appeared on his lips as he winked at you before taking a step closer to you making you take one back. “It’s getting late, we have a plane to catch tomorrow.” You whispered hoping he would hear it through the loud speakers.

“We have to finish this later.” He twirled a string of your hair on his finger. You got on your tiptoes and give him a feather-like kiss on his cheeks, his beard was tickling and prickling your lips. “Good night my champ. Win more races and you might earn those pictures.” You winked at him and started to walk to the elevator, his eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head. You felt confident, sexy which made you just add a little more sway on your hips as you took your steps. When you turned around in the elevator you saw him watching you, looking at you as his lips were on the rim of his glass and just before the door closed he sent you a wink with a cheeky smile, making your knees wobble.

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Few days have been passed you were on the last race before summer break will start. Since that night in that club you were circling around each other with Pierre. Some touches here and there, some flirtatious looks and some comments, that made your heartrate pick up and a slight pinkish tint spread on your cheeks. The atmosphere between the two of you changed, but none of your spoke about it, mostly because you had no idea how to start talking about this topic. How to approach him.

“Hey I can’t say you are beautiful. You know why?” He slid next to you in the cafeteria as you were quietly sipping on your coffee and working on the design that you have been busy with for day. You look at him unamused. His hand laid on top of your thighs making you jum slightly at the new contact.

“Are we having another round of those awful pickup lines?” You sighed and titled your head to the side looking at him unamused.

“Don’t ruin my fun! So answer! You know why?” He pushed on your shoulder as his hand squeezed a little on your thigh, making your slightly gasp.

“Okay sure. Why Pierre?”

“It’s because beauty is on the inside. And I haven’t been inside yet.” You closed your eyes for a second and breathed in. Meanwhile he was having the time of his life giggling at his own joke. You planted your forehead in your palm as warmth spread on your cheek. “Oh my god.” You laughed and shook your head. “Okay this was good for once.”

“Finally a pretty big smile on your pretty little face. “ He poked your cheeks that now had a slight pink tint on them. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Wanna take me on a date?” You asked back immediately, making him lean back on the chair surprised. He was not taken back that you have had a cheeky question shooting back at him, he was more surprised about that you have had a question like this. Because he do want to take you on a date so much. “Just kidding. I’ll go to the gym later. I don’t like to go now, because it’s too crowded for me.” You checked the time on your laptop, you still had an hour left till seven. That’s when you usually went to the gym for a little cardio. “If you want to, you can come.” You were even surprised by yourself that you have asked him about it.

“Yea sure, sounds like a plan. I’m gonna change and see you in the gym.” He tapped on the edge of the table before he stood up and leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear. “Where those black biker shorts and that black croptop that you have had on the other day. You looked fine in them. Also, I bet I could bench-press you.”

“Jesus Pierre. This one was awful.” You turned your head to look at him as he was walking backwards pointing at you as his fingers were "guns" as he was laughing. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your work as you were laughing quietly. He is so stupid.

“I think I’m gonna go and run a little.” You got up from the ground as you were finished with the stretching as Pierre was putting back one of the dumbbells on the rack. “Feel free to do your own routine.” You pointed over your shoulder to the treadmills.

“No, I’m gonna go with you.” He said and picked up his water bottle and started to walk to the machines.

“But you have just said that you hate running.”You pushed the start button on the machine, which started to work with a small beep. You were confused, he just said it like five minutes ago when you were casually talking about your workout routines, him stating that running is one of those things that if he could just skip it, he would do it for sure.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged as he got on the treadmill and started to walk. You shrugged and grabbed on the handle and stepped up on the treadmill, but it was going way more faster than you had expected, making you trip over your own feet and trying to catch the other handle. You’ve seen it, the whole thing just rolled in front of your eyes. First you are gonna hit your face on the handle that you could not catch fully so your hand just slips off it, next thing gonna be you face planting on the rubber mat of the treadmill. Pierre watched you trip over your own feet and his eyes went wide as he jumped off his machine and slammed his palm on the big red stop button with his right hand as with the left one he grabbed your waist, scooping you up making you dodge the horrible face planting accident. Your fingers were wrapped on his biceps as you were staring up on him with an open mouth before you burst out laughing. You were laughing hysterically in his embrace.

“Jesus christ.” You got back on your feet with his help and you tried to compose yourself.

“That’s why.” He said it simply as he helped to get the spaghetti strap of your croptop back on your shoulder as he was holding on your hand with his left hand.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head on the side looking at him confused.

“That is why I wanted to run next to you. To catch you when you fall.” His fingers were playing with your fingers while he was still looking deeply in your eyes.

“I’m clumsy, okay I get it. But you can’t always be next to me.” You giggled and tried to step away from him but he grabbed your hand harder and pulled you back to his body. He was now towering over you closely as your back was leaning back on the side of the treadmill.

“I'll always catch you if you fall.” He leaned much more closer making the breath stuck on your throat as you felt his hot breath hitting your face, with each word he leaned closer and closer, his nose was touching yours slightly.

“Pierre.” You whispered his name without breaking eye contact even for a second. You felt his lips lightly touching yours for a blink of an eye before he leaned back.

“Go pick up your things, we should head back to our rooms, tomorrow we are gonna travel early.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. You still haven’t taken a breath since he leaned close to you, and now your lungs were burning. He winked at you and laid a small kiss on the tip of your nose, before he stepped back from you and picked his bottle up and walked out of the gym.

“What the actual hell just happened?” You whispered in front of you and ran your hands on your face and you checked yourself out in the mirror. Your face was the deepest shade of red, you just looked like you had just had the most intense cardio in your life, but it was just Pierre Gasly, his beautiful eyes and his flirtatious words.

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“I like my ladies like I like my coffee – a hot shock to the lap.” A mug slides over the small table in the waiting area of the airport, you look up from your laptop seeing the familiar radiating smile of Pierre and he sat down next to you picking up your foot from the chair and putting it on his lap.

You smiled at him and pick up the coffee and took a sip of it. “Oh yea, babydoll is not a morning person.” he chuckled as he was sipping on his drink while he was drawing shapes on your skin close to your ankle that was visible from your jeans. Your pulse picked up as you felt his thumb on the soft part on your skins, spreading heatwave through your body.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“So are you going home after this race for the summer break?”

“No I don’t think so, I think I'll probably just go back to France. Parents are actually visiting some friends, as they said, "no time to see me.” You mumbled in your cup, tearing your gaze away from him as he was watching you with such a sad expression. You tried not to show how sad and disappointed you feel that the only time of the year when you can see your parents they tell you that they have no time for their own kid. Pierre squeezed your ankle making you look back on him with elevated brows with a curious expression on your face.

“How about you coming with me?”

“Excuse me? No Pierre, can’t do that.” You shook your head vigorously.

“Why?”

“Because you are going with your family, it’s the time to be with them, not with your colleague.”

“I’m going to be with my family and with some who are close to me, and you are definitely not just my colleague.” He smiled at you, picking up your hand from your lap and playing with your fingers. You were staring back at him as your cheeks felt hot all over again. Your thought went to the part again where he said he will have people who are close to him, he did not say friend. “So what do you say, doll?” He woke you up from your thoughts as he squeezed your fingers a little bit and hooked your pinkies. “Or do you want to just go with me? As a romantic getaway?” He wiggled his eyebrows, winking at you.

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The day of the summer break actually came and you were anxiously twisting the small pendants on your bracelet as you were waiting in front of the airport of Nice. You were about to still wrappin your head around the whole situation, and the past few weeks. You were on your summer break that you will spend the most luxurious way possible, with a man that you try to force yourself to say that he is your colleague and your friend but the past few weeks weren't examples of how should frinds especially not how colleagues should act. But you just could not stop yourself. He was pulling on you as magnet, all you wanted him to look at you with those beautiful blue eyes, smile at you with that cheeky smile that made your knees weaken and your heartbeat and breath picks up its pace. All you want to feel his warm skin on yours, to feel his fingers on your side when he grabs on you as he passes behind you before he whipers the most cheesiest line ever in your ears that would make your cringe if you would hear it from someone else, but it's different with him. He texted you a few days prior that you don’t need to go anywhere by taxi, he is gonna pick you up once you land. You were just checking the time on your phone when a blue sport car just stopped and rolled its window down.

“Do you need a ride princess?” He leaned over to the passenger side, his sunglasses were pulled down on his nose so his clear blue eyes were looking at you as he was showing his best flirtatious smile to you. He got out of the car and took your luggage from and opened the door for you on the passenger side.

“Where are we going?” You looked up at him before sitting in the car, he closed the door on you and placed the luggage in the trunk before jogging back to the driving seat.

“Destination: best summer in your whole life.” He picked your hand up which was closer to him before kissing the back of your hand as he was looking deeply in your eyes as the air just got stuck on your throat.

“I hope it’s not a big problem for you to get a room next to mine.” He said as he was pulling your baggage after him as he was walking down on the hallway of the beautiful mediterranean styled mansion that was rented out for him and his family and friends. He turned around before opening the big mahogany door for you and letting you step in first of your room for the next week. Your eyes went wild as you walked in the room all the way to your window looking out of it seeing the see and the white sanded beach in front of you.

“Oh my god.” You whispered as you saw the balcony door next to you running to it and tore it open and step out on the white marble floored balcony. You were mesmerised by the view, the sparkling crystal clear water, with the sandy beach, all the palm trees, you were on your dream vacation.

“I guess you like it” He giggled, stepping behind you and planting his hand on your right side as he was still standing behind you. Chills ran through your body as you felt his breath tickling your shoulders as they were out from your flowy summer dress.

“This is incredible Pierre,thank you really.” You turn around, actually seeing that he was standing so close to you that you have had to look up at him.

“You're welcome. Everyone is actually down in the port, with the guys we thought that it would be nice to go out tonight. What do you think?” He swept away the hair in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear, as his thumb gently stroked your cheek. Your breath stuck on your throat again, and tried to compose yourself as fast as possible by blinking a few and cleared your throat.

“Yes, sure sounds perfect.” Your voice was still weak, it was rarely audible as you answered. He let a small smile on his face and kissed your forehead before pushed himself off the railing and walked backward to the room.

“Can you get ready in an hour?” He pointed at you which you just answered with a small nod and he disappeared in the corridor. You let out a big sigh and ran your hand through your hair as you were checking yourself out in the mirror once you have found an orange flowy summer dress which was perfect for a warm night like today. You were adjusting the cut in the front so it was not as revealing when Pierre knocked on the door. “Mon dieu..”He mumbled when he saw you, his eyes darted from your tanned long legs stopping for a second at your cleavage before it went to his favourite part of you, to your eyes. “ You look incredible. As I can see tonight you are gonna rock McLaren colours.”

“Just don’t tell it to Otmar.” You stepped closer to him patted him on his chest and winked on him as you closed your door and started walk down on the hallway.

You were on your umpteen glass of cocktail, swaying your hips from left to right on the beat of the reggaeton music which was playing in the beach bar, where you were currently waiting on your next gin tonic when a hand grabbed the right side of your hips, and as you where about to turn around and check who was that brave one to grab you by your consent a familiar cologne hit your nose and warm breath fanned on your exposed neck as he was trying to overspeak the loud music.

“If being sexy is a crime, then you are under arrest.” You started to giggle at his pickup line and shook your head before turning your body to face him more and looked up at his rosy cheeks from the mixture of the amount of alcohol he had and the hot and humid air that was around you at the bar.

“Do you have handcuffs on you, officer?” You batted your eyelashes up on him, as you were playing with your straw in your drink, you slowly took a sip of your drink watching him as his eyes were fixated on your lips wrapped around the black straw, he swallowed thick before clearing his throat and looking back into your eyes. “Do you want some?” You offered your drink for him which he took without a word and gulped down the whole drink with one big swig. “Damn boy, you must be thirsty.” You laughed and leaned back on the bar.

“I’m amazed that for once I found you without your phone in your hand, and not swiping on Tinder as you are pretty tipsy.”

“I actually left my phone back in my room, and also I deleted Tinder.” You looked up at him, seeing his surprised expression on his face. “You know I have a friend over there, who thinks you are pretty hot and cute.” You pointed with your head to your right, which made him lift his gaze up before looking back at you with furrowed brows and a puzzled look on his face. Cheeky smile spread through your lips before you stepped away from the counter and leaned back to the column and waved your fingers at him as you were still swaying your hips tauntingly to the beat of the music. He looked at you for a second before tilted his head back and started to laugh loudly, he was shaking his head as he stepped closer to you having his arm just above your head on the column as he leaned closer to you. The tip of his nose was touching yours as he leaned much closer to you, keeping eye contact with you throughout the whole time.

“Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” He winked at you, as his fingers were grazing over the skin on the nape of your neck, making chills running through your body. Your breath picked up as you were looking into his clear blue eyes.

“Are you asking this from me or my friend?” You whispered and ran your fingers up on his arm all the way to his neck and started to play with the hair in the back of his head. His other hand was on your hips again, guiding your hips to the beat. His lips were softly touching yours as he was speaking, while he was still looking into your eyes. His gaze was switching between your lips and your eyes as he wetted his bottom lips. He grabbed on your chin and tilted your head a little bit upwards before softly pushing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned into his body and draped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. He bit down on your lower lips making you let a small yelp into his mouth which caused him to smile on your lips and grabbed on the back of your head even more. You broke the kiss with heaving chests and grabbed on his white linen shirt on his chest. “I think my friend will understand.” You bit on your lower lips as he was chuckling and pulled you back for another kiss holding your cheek with one hand as his other hand was laid on the back of your neck.

"So can we say that my awful pickup lines worked in the end?" He had his forehead on yours as he as looking in your eyes. Wide smile was spreaded on his lips, the same sparkle were in his eyes like the day he was on podium. You were shaking your head laughing loudly.

"Just shut up you idiot and kiss me."

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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back to you | part 1

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader

Summary: You didn't think you could hate the same man you loved. But Pierre had achieved just that, and now he has to do whatever it takes to make you forgive him, and maybe to make you fall in love again.

word count: 1,2k

warnings: smut

Everyone says that time heals everything. Time makes us forget. It makes us forget the grudge, the pain, the bad memories. Sometimes even people.

Unfortunately that had not been your case.

You did not know at what point in your life you had fallen in love with Pierre Gasly. It could have been one of those many times you'd seen him when you accompanied your brother to the Paddock, or maybe it was when you'd met by chance over the holidays and he'd greeted you with that brilliant smile. The same smile that you hated now, or at least that's what you always told yourself.

Pierre had always been polite to you. You were Carlos's little sister, one of his friends in Formula 1, so he had always been nice to you, even flirting with you on occasion, but without giving any sign that he felt anything beyond a formal relationship. Pierre was not a man of long-term relationships, and you were already well aware of that fact. You knew from your brother and some of the rumors going around the Paddock how his other relationships had ended. Maybe that should have been your first warning so you didn't get carried away that night long ago. Maybe you should have listened to your subconscious and walked away from it.

It's not like you planned for one second to end up the way you did that day.

It was common that during the summer break some drivers met sometimes outside of the constant competitions that Formula 1 brought. That Saturday had been one of those meetings, and in the end you had all ended up in a club in Monaco, where most of them lived, dancing and enjoying the night until the wee hours. You weren't usually a big fan of alcohol, so you were only minimally dizzy. From your place at the bar you could see Charles dancing strangely and you guessed that he already had more drinks than he could count. You couldn't see your brother, but you assumed he was talking to Lando somewhere. You could also see some of the guys' girlfriends chatting or dancing on the floor.

Distracted by keeping your eyes attentive to others, you didn't notice Pierre approaching you from behind until you noticed two hands placed on your shoulders. Startled by the sudden movement, you turned around, letting out a sigh of calm when you saw who it was.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you” while Pierre was apologizing you noticed how he slurred his words a bit and you smelled the alcohol in his. It seemed that he was enjoying his night.

You allowed yourself a few seconds to get a good look at him. From his hair a little shiny with sweat to his chest, covered by a white linen shirt that he wore partly open, revealing his chest hair and his chain with a cross. You turned your gaze back to his face and realized that maybe you had taken more time than you should watching him, because he was already looking at you with a smirk.

"Have you seen anything you like?" He asked you slightly tilting his head and getting a little closer to you.

You couldn't answer him, too distracted by his closeness. Pierre had never behaved this forward with you, but you blamed the alcohol in his body for making you blush like that.

“Is there a problem, chérie?” His voice was almost a whisper now because of how close he was to you. You hoped he couldn't tell how fast your heart was beating.

“Pierre…” You wanted it to sound like a warning, but it had to sound more like a plea from the way he looked at you.

"Tell me, chérie" his tone of voice was playful. He got closer to you if possible, caressing your waist with his hand lightly.

"Pierre, you're drunk" you reminded him in an attempt to get him to get away from him, but you didn't make any attempt of your own to get away from him either.

"I'm not that drunk. I know perfectly well what I'm doing” his words sounded self-confident and unfortunately for you, you believed him completely.

You should have thought better at the time. But when Pierre looked at you like that, you didn't hesitate for a moment to grab his hand and let him take you to the hotel where he was staying. You didn't think of any consequences along the way, too focused on his hand circling your thigh, close to where you needed it most.

You didn't think of anything when you arrived at his hotel room and Pierre guided you to bed between heated kisses, a fight of tongues and teeth while you undressed.

Pierre pushed you on the bed and you let yourself be controlled by him.

"Lie down, ange" was a simple command.

Once in bed his hands were all over your body. Your waist, your chest, your hair. Your hands went straight to his muscular back and then caressed his abdomen. He bit your bottom lip lightly and you let out a soft moan.

Pierre stopped kissing you and took off your underwear, you didn't have time to complain because he had stopped kissing you before he started leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and down to your stomach. Just with that he already had you completely wet. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders, making you tense as he moved closer to your center.

You knew you weren't going to last long the moment you felt his tongue on you. Pierre didn't take long to find the rhythm that made your head spin with pleasure. His tongue worked at that rate without leaving a single spot unattended as his nose brushed against your clit. It didn't take long for you to feel that heat in your stomach and reach what you could have considered one of the best orgasms of your life.

Pierre looked at you from his position between your legs, your breath quickened and your face satisfied. He moved closer to you again and kissed you, letting you taste your own taste on his lips.

"Pierre" you begged his name, wanting even more of him.

"Tell me what you want"

“Fuck me.” You didn't know where that sudden confidence had come from, but you were desperate.

And he did it just as you asked. Pierre knew full well what he was doing. He knew how to bring every orgasm out of you and leave you shaking by the time he's done with you. You prayed that someone from the hotel wouldn't complain about the noise.

You didn't even move from the bed when you finished, both of you too tired from the hectic night. Pierre hugged you from behind and you let yourself fall into his warmth.

You felt like in a dream, in the arms of the man you could even say you had fallen in love with a long time ago.

But dreams are not always reality, and you verified it that same morning when you woke up.

Pierre was not there with you.

You thought that he could be in the bathroom or that he had gone out to train, but despite the fact that you waited for him for a while, he did not return. Neither he nor he returned your calls when you called him. Neither he nor he answered any messages. You went home embarrassed, angry and heartbroken.

Pierre was gone and it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with you.

author note: I had this fic waved for a while and now it's real. I don't know how many parts it will have, but I'm excited that it's my first complete story. And as Pierre's girl, my first fic had to be about him. Don't judge me too much for the smut, it's my first time writing it🫶🏻

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Daffodils the symbol of new beginnings and in this case a second chance — Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!reader

If Pierre was being honest with himself he hated himself. He hated the fact that he had hurt you, one of the most important people in his life. Pierre hated that he left you on his own alone pregnant with his daughter. Pierre was terrified he had gotten his best friend's baby sister pregnant and bolted when he found out. Even though Pierre wasn’t directly present throughout your pregnancy he still gets updates from your socials and Charles.

Charles he didn’t know who your baby daddy was and he wasn’t going to pressure you into telling him who he was. Charles had faith that one day you’ll come out and tell him all on your own deep down Charles knew who the father was. Charles was ecstatic about becoming an uncle; he couldn't wait to meet the little girl and spoil his niece.

Pierre has been watching your social for updates on you and the baby since your announcement. He’s still shocked that you haven’t said his name, and he’s still scared shitless that if he shows his face that there would be problems. He’s trying to get the balls to reach out and apologize. He wants to be there for you and his daughter.

The closer you get to your due date, the more Pierre gets nervous. He knows he has to reach out and tell you how sorry he is, but his anxiety is through the roof just thinking of reaching out. He doesn't know how you'll react. He doesn't want to cause any drama, but he knows he has to step up and be there for his daughter.

He takes a deep breath and picks up his phone to text you for the first time since you’re told him you were pregnant. His finger hovers over the message button, but he can’t seem to bring himself to press send and send the text

He finally takes a deep breath and presses send on the text. Once he sends it, his heart is pounding. He's waiting for you to respond and is hoping you'll reach out to him so you can both have an adult conversation about the situation.

He waits a few minutes, and when he doesn't hear back from you he starts to sweat. He checks his phone again and again, hoping to hear back from you. His mind starts to spiral and he wonders if he made the right choice and if you'll even want to talk to him at all.

His phone finally buzzes and he's startled by the notification. He sees that you have responded to his text. His heart starts beating faster as he opens the message and reads what you have to say.

He feels relieved when he sees your response and that you're open to talking to him, but he's still anxious about what will happen next. He replies back and you two start talking about what happened between the two of you and how to move forward now that you're having a baby together.

The conversation starts off rocky and tense but eventually becomes more open and honest. He’s finally able to open up about how he's been feeling and the guilt he's been carrying around. You’re able to express how hurt and overwhelmed you felt when he left.

Eventually you both come to a mutual understanding and agree to move forward with coparenting. Pierre realizes how much he missed having you in his life and how much he cares about you. He apologizes profusely for his behavior in the past and promises to be present going forward.

You agree to move forward as well, and the two of you decide that it would be best for your daughter if you can both be involved in her life. You both promise to work together to provide the best life possible for your child and to always keep her best interests at heart.

Pierre feels a mixture of relief and joy at the thought of being involved in his daughter's life. He's excited to meet her and to finally be a part of her life. He realizes that the past can't be changed, but he's committed to making things right and being the best father he can be.

You feel relieved as well that you and Pierre were able to have an open and honest conversation and that both of you are willing to work together for the sake of your child. Despite past hurt and disappointment, you're both committed to giving your daughter a happy and stable environment.

When the day came, Pierre was both nervous and excited. Originally he was going to meet you at your home. Pierre even went and got flowers. He didn’t want to get any flowers, he wanted something to symbolize second chances. So he went and did some research and found out that Daffodils represent second chances. It was perfect.

It was almost too perfect because you sent him a message saying that you were in labor and going to the hospital. Pierre read your message with growing panic. He couldn't believe it was happening so quickly. The last time he saw you, you weren't even showing yet. Everything was happening so quickly, and he felt completely unprepared for the monumental moment that was quickly approaching.

So with that Pierre hightailed it to the hospital he wasn’t going to leave you alone again or his daughter.

Pierre made the drive to the hospital as quickly as he could and practically ran into the building. When he got there he quickly checked in at reception and asked for your room number. He couldn't even take the time to buy a present or think about anything else. He just wanted to be there for you and his child.

Rushing into the room you were in he found you surrounded by a doctor and a couple nurses with your brother by your side.

Pierre stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. He saw you, surrounded by medical personnel, and his brother standing by your side. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. His head was spinning a million miles an hour, but he had to remain calm and in control.

“I’m here” Pierre said out of breath holding the daffodils that he got for you.

All heads turn to look at Pierre when he suddenly spoke up. Everyone stops what they're doing and turns to look at him as he enters the room with the daffodils. Pierre is out of breath but he manages to hold the flowers in his hands. He tries to remain calm as he says he's here holding up the daffodils, which he selected specifically for their meaning of second chances.

Charles is the first one to speak up. “Looks like someone’s here just in time," Charles says with a slight smile. Charles knows that Pierre is probably regretting not being there earlier in the pregnancy, but he’s happy that Pierre is here now and wants to try to be there for his sister and niece.

“You knew?” Pierre asked shocked

Charles nods. “Yeah, you really think I wouldn’t notice the mood swings and stuff?” Charles says jokingly. Charles knows that his best friend is the father of his baby sister’s child, but he respects his sister’s wish to keep things private for now. Charles also realizes how important it is for his baby sister that Pierre is here and that he cares enough to want to be involved despite the circumstances.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to come over here and support her?” Charles asked

Pierre turns his attention to you as Charles speaks. He can’t help but smile faintly when he hears Charles calling him out. Pierre realizes that he’s been standing there like a deer in headlights, and he quickly moves over to your side, reaching out to take your hand. Pierre's nerves are still on edge, but he's doing his best to remain calm and supportive.

After a few hours of labor, you finally deliver a healthy baby daughter. The two of you have agreed on the name Daphnia, which Pierre also thinks is very appropriate, considering how daffodils symbolize second chances. Pierre is amazed by how beautiful and perfect his daughter is and can't help but be in awe of you as you brought this precious life into the world.

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visionofvoid · 1 year

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Messy Bed Sheets - PG10

Summary: “rule number four.”

Warnings: suggested and implied sex, implied female and male oral, implied p in v, protected sexW

Pairings: pierre gasly x oc

Word Count: 1205

PART TWO PART THREE

Before it began, they laid out some ground rules;

No soliciting the night before a race day, unless Pierre explicitly asks for it;

Pierre was in charge of making all the arrangements due to his busy schedule;

Pierre was to ignore all contact from Serena when it was her cycle, and finally;

Don’t fall in love

It seemed easy enough to follow.

Serena recalled matching with Pierre on Tinder, she remembered thinking it was just another crypto king traveling the world that enjoyed race cars but she never imagined he would actually be a racecar driver with millions of fans. Pierre enjoyed the fact that Serena never really cared for Pierre Gasly, but instead enjoyed the late night conversations and the hushed breaths and moans on expensive silk bedding in hotels all over the world. He knew he was going above and beyond, paying for her to travel across Europe for a night or two, but he didn’t mind if it meant an expensive dinner and night in with $1000 wine with a beautiful girl that wanted nothing more than to earn her degree and just live.

Pierre’s head rested on the soft pillows, his back slighting sitting up whilst he played aimlessly with Serena’s hair. The two both had a sweaty sheen on them, the bed sheets covering their naked bodies, though his chest was on full display. The past few months the two had explored all their fantasies, kinks and each other’s bodies. You could say they are quite in tune with one another on a more intimate level.

“Something on your mind?” Serena questioned, turning her head slightly to rest on her hand that lay flat on Pierre’s exposed chest. Usually Pierre would clean up after they just had sex and the two would cuddle all the way into the night until Serena had to get ready and head home the next day, however the atmosphere felt significantly different this time. Something had changed. Serena watched Pierre’s cheekbones harden slightly, knowing that he was having an internal battle with himself. “Pierre, you can tell me.” Her fingers moved slightly, the movement warming up Pierre internally.

“That was the last time.” He mumbled, looking everywhere but at Serena directly. He was always incredible at eye contact, something that Serena had only just started getting comfortable with. He saw from his peripheral the confusion on her face. This arrangement was good, and she genuinely cared. Just perhaps not in the way that Pierre wished for her to. “This, whatever this is, it ends tonight.” He reaffirmed, again keeping his gaze from Serena.

“Can you tell me why?” Serena questioned. She could tell he was avoiding her face so she resorted to pulling back from him, wanting to give him space and ensure he was comfortable. If he was calling off the arrangement, she could only think of a handful of reasons why. The main reason was that he met someone else. Serena always knew that this was strictly a friends with benefits situation and despite the feelings she had developed for him over time, she valued his friendship more than anything to ruin it by speaking up, plus the sex was amazing. How often did you get amazing sex and a man that genuinely cared about female pleasure?

“I just- this ends tonight.” Pierre sighed, finally looking at Serena, catching her eyes staring up at his. He recalled the first time he saw them staring up at him, filled with absolute ecstasy, rolling into the back of her head as he glanced up from his position near her core just months prior, before the arrangement began.

“Pierre, please. You can tell me anything.” Serena reassured, moving herself to match his position in the bed, one arm awkwardly nudging her way onto the pillow and the other holding onto the sheet to give her some discretion though it wasn’t like Pierre was a stranger to her naked body. Once again he refused to look at her, actually look at her and give his full undivided attention.

The silence lasted a few more minutes, the air growing colder as they both started to breathe a little normally. Serena decided to stop pestering Pierre, no matter how nosy she was and how much she wanted to try and convince Pierre that it was a safe space. He obviously didn’t want to talk and she wouldn’t push that. She pushed herself to the side of the bed, letting the sheet fall where she once lay. She swung her legs over the side of the plus mattress, bending down to pick up her unmatching bra and panties.

“What are you doing?” Pierre questioned as she put on her bra expertly, something he was always so fascinated by.

“I’ll go to sleep in the other room.” Serena grabbed her baggy shirt, throwing it over her chubby torso and turned to quickly look at him. “You said that was the last time. I’ll be gone in the morning.” The air was much different now. What was once a warm atmosphere with a hint of musk and champagne in the air was now cold and the scent of stale sex lingered. The atmosphere had changed between the two within minutes. Serena knew herself and knew that if she tried to convince Pierre to keep up with the arrangement that she would blurt out her feelings.

Pierre was lost for words. He wasn’t too sure how to go about it, about his feelings. He was certain that this was just sex and an obligation of talking with Serena. He was certain that he was also falling for Serena. He knew that if he kept up with the arrangements he would only be damaging his feelings more than anything else.

The bed was big enough to sleep the two of them, even with space in between so they didn’t have to touch one another, it would be like your own bed. Pierre wanted to protest, he wanted to argue with Serena and beg for her to come back, that he was just joking. But instead he pushed his feelings aside and watched as she gathered her phone and handbag. How was it that she looked absolutely gorgeous in just a baggy shirt? Her hair knotted as it pooled down the back of the shirt, the middle of the shirt getting caught between her bra and skin, her thighs peeking out from the hem. She was the epitome of beauty.

Serena opened the door leading into the conjoined room that Pierre always booked out of respect in case she wanted her own space and paused when she heard Pierre mumble. She stopped for a moment, her head turning slightly in the hopes he would repeat himself a little louder this time. When he finally did and her mind processed it, she was shocked. There was no way he could have known.

Pierre took the pause and then eventual disappearance into the other room as evidence enough that his feelings were one sided.

“Rule number four.”

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lecsainz · 1 year

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Bathroom Incident

pairings: pierre gasly x sister!reader / daniel ricciardo x gasly!reader / max verstappen x gasly!reader / charles leclerc x gasly!reader / yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader / lando norris x gasly!reader

warnings: Y/N getting stuck in the bathroom, pierre being a heroic brother, the 2022 grid, a somewhat chaotic and funny visit.

authors note: I LOVE writing in this style!

word count: 746

It was a big day for Pierre Gasly and his sister Y/N, as they were both heading to the quali day at the Alpha Tauri team's garage. Y/N was a big fan of her brother's racing career and often accompanied him to various races around the world. She was excited to see him in action and cheer him on from the sidelines.

As they arrived at the garage, Y/N decided to use the bathroom before the qualifying session started. However, as she entered the bathroom, the door got stuck and she couldn't get out. She tried pushing and pulling the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in as Y/N realized she was trapped in the bathroom. She started banging on the door and shouting for help, hoping someone would hear her. The noise caught the attention of some of the drivers, including Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo, who were passing by.

"What's going on in there?" Max asked, peering through the door.

"I'm stuck! The door won't open!" Y/N yelled, her voice echoing off the walls.

Daniel joined Max in trying to pry the door open, but their efforts were in vain. Meanwhile, Y/N's screams grew louder and more frantic.

As the commotion continued, other team members started gathering around the bathroom, trying to figure out what was going on. Some of them couldn't resist laughing at the chaotic scene.

Pierre, who was getting ready for the quali, heard the commotion and rushed to the bathroom. He recognized his sister's voice and knew he had to help her.

"Pierre! Get me out of here!" Y/N cried out.

Pierre tried pushing the door open, but it was no use. He knew he had to take matters into his own hands.

"Stand back, everyone!" Pierre yelled, before charging towards the door and kicking it open with a mighty blow.

The door flew open, and Y/N stumbled out, relieved to be free at last. She threw her arms around Pierre and hugged him tightly, grateful for his heroic rescue.

The incident became the talk of the team, with many of the members teasing Y/N about her misadventure. But despite the embarrassment, Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"Next time, I'm sticking with you, Pierre," she joked. "At least I know you'll never leave me stranded in a bathroom! Now, let's go kick some racing butt!"

Pierre chuckled at Y/N's comment, happy to see her in good spirits again. He knew that his sister was a big support for him during races, and her positive energy always gave him an extra boost.

"Alright, let's do this!" Pierre replied, slapping Y/N on the back as they made their way to the pit. He was feeling confident about his chances in the qualifying race, and he was eager to show off his skills on the track.

After the qualifying session, Pierre Gasly made his way over to the group of journalists gathered in the paddock. As he approached, several of them turned to him with eager expressions, hoping to get a quote or two for their articles.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Pierre greeted them, a friendly smile on his face.

One journalist quickly jumped in with a question. "So Pierre, we heard about your sister getting stuck in the bathroom earlier. What happened?"

Pierre Gasly couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, it definitely wasn't the highlight of our day," he said with a grin. "Y/N always manages to find herself in the most hilarious situations. But in all seriousness, I'm just glad she's okay." Pierre couldn't help but laugh.

Y/N was walking through the paddock with some of her close friends who were also formula 1 drivers.

"Hey Y/N, heard you got stuck in the bathroom earlier," Charles teased, grinning mischievously.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yeah, thanks to that faulty door."

“Did you find the secret pit stop in there?" Yuki joked, earning a chuckle from the others.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but laugh. "Very funny, Yuki. You should try being stuck in a tiny bathroom for 30 minutes and see how you like it!" she retorted playfully.

Lando joined in, poking fun at Y/N. "I can't believe you got yourself trapped in there. What were you doing, practicing your escape artist routine?"

Y/N laughed, knowing that she had become the butt of their jokes. "Hey, at least I know how to make an entrance!"

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sebscore · 1 year

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GOSSIP GRID

pairings: pierre gasly x driver!reader / charles leclerc x driver!reader / yuki tsunoda x driver!reader

warnings: mention of sex and the whole piastri x alpine drama.

author’s note: this idea was dropped in my inbox, so thank you to the person that submitted it! I hope you like it!

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“Oh my god, Gasly! You’re never gonna believe this- oh, hey Yuki. Charles.” Y/N found them in front of the Alpha Tauri hospitality.

They greeted her back. “Hi, Y/N!” “What’s going on?” Yuki simply giving her a small wave.

“I just found out about something, but you can’t tell anyone!” The young woman unsubtle looked around them, scanning if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Charles, Yuki and Pierre’s face immediately turned serious at her words, taking a step closer to her.

“Allegedly, Alpine are going to announce Oscar Piastri as their new driver for the next season over the summer break.” Y/N whispered to them.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows and Yuki glanced at an unimpressed Pierre. “That’s it?”

“That’s it?” She mockingly copied him, “of course that’s not it, you bimbo.”

“The problem is that apparently McLaren want to sign him for the next season and Oscar is actually considering it.” She continued, looking at their reactions as she finished the whispers she had heard.

The three of them looked at her wide-eyed, not believing what they were hearing. “That can’t be true.” The Monegasques said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, and McLaren already have their two drivers for the next season, that wouldn’t make any sense.” Pierre concluded, finding it weird that McLaren would drop one of their drivers for a rookie.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, simply chorusing what she heard from her “sources”. “That’s that I was told.”

“Yeah, but you believe anything if it’s any form of drama.” Pierre argued.

“That’s not true.”

“Y/N, remember when that rumour went around that you were pregnant? You literally believed that even thought you hadn’t had sex in months.” Charles added, pleading Pierre’s case that the woman was gullible.

She gasped as Charles’ words left his mouth, making the Japanese man next to her chuckle. “Hey! There was that girl on Dr. Phil that said she was pregnant by Jesus, you never know what can happen!” She defended herself, even though there was some truth to the drivers’ claims.

“But I am serious about this! You’ll see when that announcement is made that I’m right.” Y/N smirked, pointing her finger at herself and walking away.

“The girl's crazy.”

“She’s gonna get herself in trouble one day.”

“[BREAKING] Oscar Piastri drives for Alpine in 2023!”

“Oscar Piastri denies he will be driving for Alpine next year!”

“Piastri allegedly to sign contract with McLaren to succes Daniel Ricciardo!”

The headlines sounded, the summer break being bombarded by F1 drama.

The two French speaking men who had condemned their female friend for believing anything and everyone, were absolutely shocked that every single thing she had told them was actually true.

As soon as Oscar had send out his tweet, claiming that he wasn’t going to drive for Alpine, Pierre called her.

“Okay, how the fuck did you actually figure that out?”

Y/N loudly laughed, like a super villain would do. “Oh, now you believe me, Gasly? What were you saying a few weeks ago again? That I was gullible?”

“Alright, alright… I was wrong, I’m sorry.” He apologized. “But just- how?”

“Look Pierre, when you’ve got a pretty face like mine, it’s not that hard to get information out of people.” She smirked over the phone.

The Frenchmen couldn’t help but give her credit, she knew how to get stuff done. “Well, I’m impressed, Y/N. I wouldn’t have been able to do that.”

“… if that’s your way to get me all like “oh no, Pierre, you’ve got a pretty face too” forget it!”

“I tried.”

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic #f1!drivers x fem!driver #f1 x oc #charles leclerc x oc #pierre gasly x oc #yuki tsunoda x oc #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader

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norrussell · 28 days

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The Restroom | Pierre Gasly¹⁰

Part 1 of Rooms Anthology Series

"God, I wish we were at home so I could do some terrible things to you." "What is stopping you from doing them now?"

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

Warnings: smut

In honor of my Pierre phase making a potential comeback, enjoy this piece I wrote in January last year (omg that was like more than a year ago tfff) French is google translated

The air was filled with the tinkling of crystal glasses and the soft murmur of conversation as you took your seat at the formal dinner event you were attending. You glanced around the room, admiring elegant decor and the impeccably dressed guests. You looked down and saw that your assigned seat was next to Pierre Gasly's.

Pierre and you had crossed paths a few times before at various Formula One events and every time it ended in the same way. You, in his bed. So you kind of formed a friends with benefits type of relationship. And you knew that this dinner was only going to get more interesting now that you were sitting beside him.

As you settled into your seat, Pierre turned to you with a warm smile, his piercing blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"So lovely to see you here tonight," he said, his French accent adding a touch of sophistication to his words. "I must say, you look absolutely stunning this evening."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, grateful for the low lighting hiding your reaction. "Thank you, Pierre. It seems the universe just can't keep us apart." you replied, trying to match his charm.

Pierre chuckled softly at your response, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah yes, it seems fate is determined to keep us in each other's orbits," he mused, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. "Tell me, cherie, have you been enjoying the evening so far?"

You couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic presence, the familiar dance of flirtation between you both reigniting effortlessly. With a playful smile, you replied, "Well, the company has certainly improved since I sat down."

As the first course was served, Pierre and you engaged in polite small talk, exchanging pleasantries and discussing your respective professions. But as the night went on, you found yourself getting more and more restless, not being able to resist a strong pull towards him. And you wanted to see just how far you could push him.

"I must admit, I've been counting down the days until I could see you again," you began to subtly touch his arm as you spoke, leaning in close to him and letting your breath brush against his ear. You could feel the tension building between you, and you knew that Pierre was starting to feel it too. But he remained the perfect gentleman, maintaining his composure and not giving in to your advances.

"Well, I can't say I wasn't looking forward to tonight as well," he replied with a grin. "But I must warn you, cherie, that playing with fire can get you burned," Pierre's warning came out in a low voice, laced with a hint of danger that sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help but be intrigued by the challenge he presented, the thrill of the forbidden dancing between you like a flame begging to be ignited. You couldn't resist the challenge in his eyes as you leaned in even closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you.

"I've never been one to shy away from a little heat," you murmured, your lips grazing his earlobe before pulling back slightly, a daring smile playing on your lips.

Pierre's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your bold words and actions, sending one last warning. But you were determined to crack him. You continued to flirt shamelessly, running your hand up and down his thigh under the table, planting soft kisses on his neck whenever you could. And slowly, but surely, the playful facade he'd been trying to maintain all night started to slip away.

"God, I wish we were at home so I could do some terrible things to you," he finally answered to all your provocations, his voice a whisper.

You smirked, satisfied, and whispered back, "What is stopping you from doing them now?"

You heard him suck in his breath, your words obviously hitting a nerve. You looked down and you had what to see.

"Are those pants too tight for you? Maybe you should consider a size up for next time." you put a hand over your mouth to try and suppress a chuckle.

"For god's sake, stop talking," he hissed, running his sweaty palms over his thighs.

"Or what? Wait, don't tell... Are you going to... punish me?" once again, you put a hand over your mouth and turned your head away.

He gritted your name and shifted in his seat, his leg bouncing up and hitting the table, making the silverware clatter. That finally drew attention to you.

"Is everything alright over there?" one of the attendees asked.

"Oh, yes! Perfectly fine!" you were quick to answer while Pierre was grumbling beside you. "I could have a bit more wine, please." you raised your half empty glass and gave them your most charming smile.

"Of course, ma'am," a waiter immediately reacted, refilling your glass with a knowing smile. As the attention shifted back to the rest of the table, you turned your focus back to Pierre, who was shooting you a death glare.

"I can't believe you," he seethed through gritted teeth, his frustration palpable. But beneath the anger in his eyes, there was a spark of something else.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "You love it when I push your buttons, Pierre. Admit it."

His jaw clenched, but he couldn't deny the truth in your words.

"But oh well, since I am such a brat, I'll put myself in a time out and punish me myself," you exaggerated your sigh and took your purse. "I'll be in the restroom if you need me." you said, hoping he'll catch on the implication of your words.

Once in the ladies' room, you found yourself in front of a mirror, touching up on your makeup. Just when you were finishing your lipstick, you heard the door open and close behind you. Then you heard some rattling, presuming that the person who walked in blocked the entrance and you smirked to yourself. They approached you, wrapping their hands from behind and breathing in your scent.

"Took you long enough," you remarked, zipping up your handbang.

"Do you know how hard it was to get out of there without looking suspicious?" Pierre murmured between your neck and shoulder.

"Must be tough," you commented.

In response, he turned you around and kissed you hard on the lips. He pressed himself against you to the point where he had to lift you up and put you on the counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer and he gripped your knees and pulled you into him.

Time seemed to stand still as he kissed you, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, their motions in rhythm with each other's breaths. You moaned softly, savouring his dominance. He knew exactly what you wanted, and how to give it to you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, feeling every muscle in his body tighten against yours.

"You ruined my lipstick," you said in between kisses.

"And you ruined my night," he replied back.

You smiled. "I thought I was making it."

He harshly pulled you down, spun you around and grabbed a handful of your hair so hard that you had to tilt your head back in reaction. You gasped out of thrill.

"You will, if you behave yourself." he gritted in your ear. "Starting now." he bent you forward, lifting your dress and caressing your bum. He wasn't doing much, but still you panted out of pleasure.

"And be quiet." he leaned to whisper, pressing himself against you, you could already feel he grew to his full potential. That made you roll your eyes back and arch your back a little.

You heard him grunt when your ass moved, but didn't let that distract him from his mission. He crouched down and spread your legs to his liking and ran his palms up and down the back of your thighs, stopping right under your ass, holding on the skin tightly.

"Damp. Pathetic." he spat, regarding your thong.

"And you're hard, how pathetic is that?" you dared to talk back.

That rewarded you with a hard slap on your ass cheek. You winced, but it was only turning you on more. Your skin burned with satisfaction and you felt he hit you so hard he left an imprint. But your body was begging for more. He rose up and pulled at your hair again.

"What did I say? Be. Quiet." he reminded. "Now, speak when spoken to, understand?" you laughed and moved your hips against him instead. He didn't seem to notice, or mind at the moment, but yanked your head back lightly. "I said, do you understand me?" he repeated.

"Yes, sir," you bit your lip.

"Bonne fille," he let go of your hair, looking down as if only now taking notice of you grinding on him and smirked. "Look at you. Can't even punish you, you're enjoying this." he steadied your movements with one hand and gripped your ass with the other. He was down on his knees again, this time pulling your panties down as well and spread your thighs open.

"Shit, your thighs are wet as well." he murmured and kissed their inner side, making his way up.

You held your breath not to make a sound. Just when he was reaching the point of your desire, he stopped and you breathed again. He then lightly ran his fingers over your center, your right leg twitched.

"Easy, baby," he chuckled. Yeah, easy for him to say. He's not the one getting teased the hell out of. His fingers pressed harder into you and your mouth hung open. You closed your eyes, trying not to think too much about it or you would scream.

"So already ready for me," he mused, slipping one finger inside. "You don't even need preparation." he fingered you with ease and you were helplessly trying to hold onto something, but there was nothing on the marble counter. You couldn't really control your body at that point and started moving on his finger on your own, but he didn't seem to like that.

"Don't move." he said once.

You couldn't stop, your body not your own. The pleasure was overwhelming and you felt the need to move, to find relief. He pushed his finger deep and curled it inside of you.

"Don't move or I'll stop." he repeated more sternly and grabbed your hips to steady them. He waited for you to calm down before rewarding you with another "good girl" and continuing to finger fuck you.

"Pierre..." you breathed, not caring if that's going to get you in trouble. Even better if so. "More," you demanded.

"More? Baby, I'm already two fingers deep in you. So needy." he shook his head and chuckled.

"What? Two?! When did the second—Oh my god." you didn't have time to gather your thoughts as you felt the third finger stretching you out and laid your head on the cool marble. You would've been a whining mess by now if you had been enabled, but for some reason you decided to obey his "be quiet" rule.

"Put your leg up for me, darling." but he already did it on his own and gave himself more access. Good, because you don't think you had any power to move. He used his other hand to draw circles on your clit. Jesus Christ. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you closed your eyes, panting.

"Are you close, baby?" he asked.

"Mhmm..." you whined.

"No, you're not." he pulled his fingers out and you saw him sucking on them in the reflection, moaning in satisfaction. That motherfucker. You watched him undo his belt and pants with just one hand with just one hand, the scene so hot it was enough to push you over the edge alone. But he did it so slowly, giving your high enough time to come down.

His cock sprung out of his boxers and god, was that a sight. He took it and brought it to your pussy, teasing you with his tip, dragging between your lips and over your clit. You straightened just enough to hold onto the edge of the counter while your head still hung low. He then teased you by putting his head in and out. You were growing more impatient and breathing became heavier and more audible. That seemed to amuse him.

"Is this what you want?" he removed all of your hair to your other shoulder and whispered in your ear while pressing his tip inside you once again.

"Yes," you muttered and he smirked.

"Beg."

Jesus. He removed himself.

"Please, Pierre..." you pleaded.

"Please what?" he grasped your hair and made you look at him.

"Please, fuck me." you could barely make him out from the haze over your eyes.

His smirk widened and he forced your head against the mirror before pushing his whole length inside you. You closed your yes and opened your mouth, but no sound came out. His strokes were deep and slow in the beginning, but he slowly picked up the pace and was pounding into you soon enough that your head hitting the mirror from the force. He fucked you so good you could cry. You did cry.

He tugged on your hair once again. "Look at yourself. I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. Look what a slut you are. How gorgeous you are under me."

And you did. You really were. Your red lipstick was all over your chin, your eye makeup smudged, mascara running down your cheeks and hair all tangled. And he was breathtaking hammering into you. Your eyes met in the reflection and he smiled. You couldn't keep it in any longer and you softly moaned his name. He immediately stopped.

"What was that?" he asked. Fuck. You stayed quiet. "What the fuck did I say?"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." you panted, just wanting him to get on moving again.

He lowered your leg and put your legs together, starting to thrust again. God, it felt so good. So good that your body got out of your own control again. You started shaking and trembling all over. You were biting into your lower lip so hard you could taste your own blood in your mouth. If it wasn't for that counter and him supporting you, you'd be down on the floor. That's when you let out a very loud moan against your will. Your hands immediately went over your mouth, but it was already too late. He pulled his cock out.

"Oh, please, put it back in..." you whimpered.

He grabbed you. "How many times have I had to scold you tonight, hm?" you stayed silent. "Answer me!" he shook you.

"Many," you breathed, leaning against him.

"That's right, many. And if you keep disobeying me like this, not only will I not put it back in, I will not make you cum either. Do you hear me?" he hissed.

"Yes, sir." you replied.

He took you by your jaw, turned your head to face him and kissed you. "Je t'adore tellement."

You couldn't answer him, but you nodded your head and kissed him back. He slipped it back in and your hand went over your mouth to suppress any sounds. He chuckled.

"I'll do it for you, love." he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. You rolled your eyes back and just let go while he hammered into you.

"Shit, you're getting tighter," he hissed. "Open your mouth for me." you obeyed and sucked on his fingers, soaking them with your saliva. He removed them and circled his arm around your legs to your clit to add extra pleasure to your reaching orgasm.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he encouraged.

"I... I can't..." you gasped.

"Yes, you can, baby. Come on, do it."

"A little more..." you cried. "Please."

He grunted, but rocked his hips a little harder and fastened his movements on your sensitive bud.

"Come on now, baby. Cum on my cock." he gritted.

And so you did. You were finally able to let go with a suppressed cry. But then he leaned forward and said, "I want to hear you when you cum."

And with his permission, you let out a long needed moan while he still moved in and out of you.

"Atta girl." he kissed your naked shoulder. "Come here now, princess, get on your knees."

He pulled out of you and you kneeled. He towered over you with his cock in your face, jerking himself off slowly.

"Can you do it?" he asked.

You nodded and wrapped your hand around him. You gave him a few pumps before leaning forward and kissing the tip. You felt him shiver and whisper "oh my god" under his breath. You kissed his whole length and slid your tongue over it too. You sucked on the head, circling your head around it before taking the rest of it in. The tears stung at the back of your eyes when you went to take him whole.

"Jesus, baby." he breathed.

You let go and took much needed breath, but still kept close. He caressed your face, pushing your hair back.

"Look how gorgeous you are sucking on my cock. Your lips so plump and makeup all over your face. You look so pretty when I ruin you." he praised, the whole time you were looking at him with your big eyes.

You opened your mouth to take him again, slowly a first, bobbing your head back and forth, relaxing your throat to open enough for him. He kept on going how amazing you were doing, how good you were for him when you grabbed onto his thighs for support and pushed your head all the way down, digging your nails into his skin.

"Oh, shit, baby..." his voice was shaky. "I'm going to cum in your mouth." he stated.

You backed away a little and nodded. He started grunting, hissing and panting more often, indicating he was getting closer and closer. You began working him a little faster, helping him reach his sweet release. And soon enough, hot liquid oozed on your tongue while he gasped. You looked up at him and swallowed.

"Show me your tongue." he touched a side of your face and you stuck your tongue out, making him smile. "Good girl." he bent down and kissed you.

You stood up and fixed your dress, looking for your panties. You spotted them near the sink and reached to grab them, but Pierre was faster.

"Hey, give them back."

"Oh yeah, these are mine now." he said and put them in his pocket.

"Pierre, give me back my panties!"

"Nope." he already made his way towards the door.

"Come on, I can't just go back there without my underwear in this dress." you reasoned, your voice laced with frustration and annoyance.

"Hm, maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to fuck me in the restroom." he closed the door, leaving you alone with your mess.