𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where pierre’s jealousy gets the better of him, so he's forced to finally confess he's been in love with you the whole time
𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: talk too much - coin
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!
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Pierre was acting weird.
You'd known him for years—long enough to tell when something was wrong, even when he was doing his level best to be otherwise. And right now? He was definitely trying.
It had started earlier in the day, at a typical media event. You'd been standing with Lando Norris, laughing at one of his ridiculous jokes, when you'd felt the shift.
You dismissed it initially. You and Lando always joked around; it was nothing new. But when you glanced over at Pierre, you saw something was off.
He was looking at you.
Arms crossed. Jaw set. The easy charm he usually carried was gone, and in its place was something darker.
Something almost territorial.
You furrowed your brow, about to call him over, when—
He turned and disappeared.
Pierre was giving you the cold shoulder.
That alone would drive you mad. He was the kind of man who lived to tantalize you, to make his presence felt in any room you found yourself in. The fact that he was actually going out of his way to avoid you? That was not normal.
You didn't manage to catch up with him until after the event, catching him as he was returning to his hotel room.
"Pierre," you shouted, chasing after him.
Nothing.
You scowled. "Pierre, do not turn your back on me."
Still nothing.
You seized his wrist, yanking him back so he was forced to look at you. His expression was blank, but the tension in his shoulders was clear enough to decipher.
"Not in the mood, Y/N," he muttered.
You crossed your arms. "Tough luck. Because I am not going to allow you to sulk like a child all evening."
His nostrils flared slightly. "I am not sulking."
"You're totally pouting," you shot back. "And why? Because I was talking to Lando?"
Pierre's jaw tightened.
Bingo.
"Unbelievable," you muttered. "You're jealous."
Pierre snorted. "Jealous? Of Lando?"
You raised an eyebrow. "You tell me."
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Ran a hand through his hair.
Then, finally, he blew out a sharp breath and muttered something under his breath in French.
"Pierre." Your voice was softer now, a gentle coaxing. "What's going on with you?"
Silence.
Then, barely above a whisper—
"I don't like other men flirting with you."
Your breath hitched.
Pierre let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I know I have no right to feel this way, but I cannot help it. Seeing them think they have a chance with you. Like—like you aren't already—"
He cut himself off, clenching his fists.
"Already what?" you pressed.
Pierre took a step closer, his voice low and almost desperate.
"Mine."
Your stomach twisted.
The world spun around you.
You stared at Pierre, words deserting you. Meanwhile, he let out another laugh, this one bitter, and shook his head. "This is not how I wanted to tell you."
"Tell me what?" you whispered, your heart racing.
He hesitated. Then, finally, he looked into your eyes and said the one thing that changed everything—
"I've been in love with you for years, Y/N."
Your breath hitched.
Pierre exhaled roughly, running an aggravated hand through his hair. "I didn't intend to tell you this way. But—" He shook his head. "Watching you with him, watching how simple it would be for another person to sweep you off your feet—it killed me, Y/N. I couldn't keep pretending.”
Your heart clenched.
Pierre was always present. Always teasing, always touching—his arm around your shoulders, his fingers brushing yours absent-mindedly, the way he always stood just a little too close.
You had tried so hard to tell yourself that it was nothing. That it was just Pierre being Pierre.
But now?
Now, you knew the truth had been staring you in the face the entire time.
You swallowed. "Why did you never tell me?"
Pierre let out a dry laugh. "Because I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing you. Scared of screwing this up. Scared that you—"
He cut off.
"That I what?"
He exhaled, his voice barely a whisper.
"That you'd never feel the same way."
Your chest tightened.
Because all of a sudden, you knew.
You knew why you'd never been able to fall for anyone else, why each and every subsequent crush wasn't nearly as important in comparison to the boy standing in front of you.
Because he was the one.
He'd always been the one.
You took a wavering breath, stepping closer.
"You idiot," you whispered.
Pierre's eyes closed. "What?"
"You absolute, complete idiot," you said, shaking your head. "I've been in love with you the whole time, too."
Pierre froze.
His mouth parted slightly, as if he was about to say something—before he caught himself.
And then, within the time frame of a heartbeat, you took his face and kissed him.
The second your lips met his, Pierre melted.
He let out a gentle, almost relieved noise, his hands reaching for your waist immediately. He pulled you into him, as if he was afraid that you'd disappear.
The kiss was urgent—years of silence put into it, years of waiting, of wanting, of pretending.
When you finally pulled away, Pierre pressed his forehead to yours, his breath uneven.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he breathed.
You smiled, your heart pounding. "Then do it again."
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where you crash pierre’s press conference with a cheeky question—just to mess with him—and end up causing an F1-wide scandal about pierre being too distracted by hot drivers
𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: you belong with me - taylor switft
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!
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1 | The Setup
Pierre Gasly hated press conferences.
He tolerated them, naturally. He knew that it was part of the deal—something every driver had to put up with—but that did not mean he had to like them. Not when they dragged on and on with the same predictable questions.
"What do you think of [rival driver]'s run today?"
"Did the strategy call ultimately work in your favor?"
Can you keep pace with the top teams next race?"
Blah, blah, blah.
It was always the same, and you knew it bored him to tears. Which is exactly why you'd decided to make this one a little more… fun.
In the rear row, undercover among the journalists, you twirled the media badge Pierre had reluctantly helped you get. He had no idea what you were up to. You were here for support to him—his gorgeous, innocent, completely well-behaved girlfriend, watching him work.
Pierre's eyes briefly flicked to you from the stage, where he was sitting between Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc. You innocently smiled. He frowned suspiciously.
Yep, he had no question that you were up to something.
The press conference still droned on, and Pierre answered some dull questions regarding his performance. He was, as always, gracious, but you could sense the increasing irritation. His fingers tapped on the table, his foot tapped under the chair.
And that's when you saw your opportunity.
Your hand shot up. The moderator, not knowing your true agenda, nodded in your direction.
"Yes, you at the back."
Pierre jerked his head toward the sound of your voice, and as soon as his eyes located you, his entire body stiffened. You detected a silent plea in his ocean-blue eyes.
No. Don't. Whatever you're planning on doing, don't.
You grinned. Game on.
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2 | The Question Heard Around the Paddock
You cleared your throat, making a show of holding up your phone like a legitimate reporter. "Pierre, quick question."
Pierre took a sharp breath, clearly steeling himself. "Of course, mon amour—I mean, uh—yes, go on."
The reporters chuckled at the slip.
You couldn't help but feel the need to laugh. "So tell me," you said in your most professional voice, "how do you manage to keep your head on the track when you're around so many absolutely gorgeous drivers on a daily basis?"
Dead silence.
Max sprayed out his water. Charles turned bright red.
Pierre?
Pierre was glaring at you angrily.
You batted your eyelashes innocently.
The press room erupted. The walls rang with laughter. Cameras clicked crazily, and reporters madly typed out the viral sensation. The moderator looked utterly horrified, as if he had lost all control.
Pierre, still visibly shaken, coughed into his hand. "I—um—what?"
You pretended to sigh. "I mean, seriously, babe. It must be so difficult. All these attractive guys in tight-fitting race suits, walking around the paddock. Must be such a diversion."
Max was dying next to him, essentially doubled over with laughter. Charles had given up trying to keep a straight face.
Pierre pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting every life decision that led to dating you.
"I don't—" he stuttered, attempting to come up with an answer.
"Oh, come on, Pierre," you teased. "Surely there's one person who makes it extra difficult to focus?"
The entire press room ooh'd. The reporters were eating this up.
Max leaned forward, grinning. "Yeah, Pierre, dish. Who's the most distracting?"
Pierre shot him a death glare.
You pressed on. "Is it Charles? It's Charles, isn't it?"
Charles' eyes went wide. "Excuse me?!"
The room was shrieking.
Pierre sighed, shaking his head. "Mon amour, I love you, but you are insufferable."
You blew him a kiss.
The moderator, still looking like he had aged ten years, cleared his throat gruffly. "Alright, moving on—"
But it was far from over.
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3 | The Fallout
By the time the press conference ended, social media was ablaze.
Clips of Pierre's priceless face were already circulating under hashtags like:
The paddock buzzed. Drivers teased Pierre mercilessly. Even Christian Horner made a joke about it live on TV.
But the absolute mayhem?
The F1 journalists.
"Pierre, is it true you can't focus on track because of your rivals?"
"Charles, do you have any comment on being voted 'most distracting'?"
"Pierre, have you and Y/N talked about how this affects your relationship?
Pierre was fuming. Not at you—oh no, he worshipped you—but at the fact that the FIA now had to "investigate" his concentration levels.
"It was one joke!" he muttered that night in your hotel room. "One joke and now the entire world believes I can't drive because I'm too busy staring at Charles Leclerc's dumb face!"
You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone. "I mean, Charles is so good-looking.".
Pierre moaned dramatically, falling onto the bed beside you.
You laughed, rolling over to face him. "Admit it. It was funny."
Pierre rolled his head, his gaze meeting yours. His expression was impassive. "You," he said slowly, "are the biggest danger to my career."
You gasped. "You love me."
He smiled, pulling you on top of him. "Unfortunately, I do."
You smiled, kissing his cheek. "I'll make it up to you."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan on doing that?"
You leaned forward, lips brushing against his. "Well, if I'm so distracting, I might as well make it worth your while."
Pierre groaned. "Mon amour, you are going to be the death of me."
You smiled. "And yet, you'd have it no other way."
And he wouldn't.
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A week later, the FIA released an official statement:
"Following an investigation into Pierre Gasly's recent press conference comments, we have found no evidence that his concentration capacity has been compromised by the attractiveness of other drivers."
Pierre forwarded the release to you with a single text:
"Are you happy now?"
You responded with a selfie of yourself dying laughing.
"You're welcome, love."
Pierre never took you to a press conference again.
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AN: I may have gone a little overboard with this one but I truly love it! I hope you do too! This might be the longest fic for my kinktober this year!
TW - loss of virginity, squirting, multiple orgasms, blow job, fingering, sex, a mix between sweet and rough
WC 4000+
Y/N POV
"Y/N, just pick truth or dare," Pierre says again for the fourth time in half an hour. Charles, Pierre, and I have been the best of friend sense we where young and truth or dare was something we always played but down with a couple of glasses of wine down we decided to play it again after years.
"Truth," I say while still looking down at my phone knowing my body was too heavy from wine to get up and do whatever stupid dare he had in mind.
"When was the last time you had sex," Pierre said making both Charles and him laugh like we where back in year 10 and they where teasing me about my first kiss with a boy they both hated in karting..
Once the question fully sets in I start to panic slightly. I try to come up with the best lie possible, "sometime last month."
But the second the words left my mouth both Pierre and Charles stop laughing before looking up at me.
"What," I question them looking up from ym phone to see both of them staring at me.
"You're lying," Charles tells me matter a factly making panic set in me all over again knowing I very well not be able to get out of this lie.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumble not even able to make eye contact with either of them only confirming their suspicions.
"If you had sex today you could just say that," Pierre jokes making my face grow red from the teasing.
"She's blushing, did our girl have a little quicky before coming over for the night?" Charles continues to tease only making me grown substantially more hot.
"No," I mumble out too embarrassed to admit the truth.
"What is it them? Why are you lying? We've been best friends for years," Charles says getting serious seeing that it's not longer a joking matter.
"I've never," Is all i can whisper out before I let the embarrassment of the situation stop me from saying more. When I look up I see the wheels start turn in both Pierre and Charles before realization sets in for both of them right at the same time.
"You're a virgin?" Pierre questions in absolute disbelief. I can't say anything so I just nod my head before bringing my attention back to my hands that are resting on my lap.
I can feel both of their gazes burning into my skin making me even more nervous.
"Can we move on please?" I finally lift my gaze and say trying to move on from the embarrassing moment.
"Truth or Dare Charles," I mumble moving on for them because I am tired of the awkward silence.
"Dare," he replies back snapping out of his stunned expression.
"I dare you to never mention this ever again," I reply back coldly not wanting to talk about this situation any further. Charles just rolls his eyes clearly still having questions but agreeing to move on.
We go a couple more round before Pierre is asking me truth or dare again.
"Dare," I say out after having to answer questions about our childhood and was even dared to call a mutual friend and tell her I was heading to the hospital for a UTI.
"I dare you to kiss Charles," Pierre says with a smirk making my face grow hot almost instantly.
While we have all been friends for years we had never once crossed this boundary and being in my mid twenties I have no idea why we are now.
I love over to find Charles just as shocked but there was another hint of something behind his eyes and I have no idea what to think of it. I slowly climb out of the coach I'm comfortably sitting in before walking towards Charles who is on the other side of the room sitting on one of the chairs.
When I get near him I lean down and place a quick kiss on his lips one so fast Charles has very little time to kiss back.
When I pull back both of our faces are bright red in embarrassment but I can't help but feel the butterflies that start to flutter.
When I sit back on the couch I ask Pierre truth or dare.
When he tells me dare I decide to continue with his little theme he decided to bring to the group.
"Strip down into nothing but your boxers," I say with a smirk knowing some of the wine is giving me the confidence I need to make such a brazer statement.
Charles huffs out a small laugh teasing Pierre who is bright red knowing he was about to be the only one undressed.
When he's in nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxers I can't help but let my eyes wander and that's where I notice the slightly large bulge underneath them.
I could tell he wasn't hard but it didn't matter care even soft he was large. I guess some rumors are true.
When I divert my eyes to Charles I notice he is watching me watch Pierre with a smirk on his face.
It's only a couple more rounds that leave us all in nothing but our undergarments. I was wearing a simple cloth bra making my nipples stand out due to being slightly turned on and also a little cold.
I have noticed both boys take a peak making my cheeks grow red but theres this other part of me that enjoys the attention from two men I trust with my whole life.
"Charles I dare you to suck on her nipples," Pierre dares Charles with the most bold dare we had ever dished out.
When younger we had made an agreement that we could never skip a dare unless it could genuinely hurt another person. So with that in mind Charles slowly stands up and fixes the front of his boxers in an attempt to hide his semi hard cock. With as tight as his boxers where and with his size it did nothing to help but I wasn't complaining.
I had just watched both of my best friends strip down before I gave them both a strip tease but knowing that Charles was about to pull the front of my bra down and take one of my nipples into his mouth I couldn't help but start to grow slightly wet.
When Charles was standing in front of me and his hands on the front of my bra ready to pull it down he hesitates before looking at me in the eyes for silent consent. I nod my head giving him full consent, which had Charles pulling the front of my bra down and leaning his head down to pull one of my hard nipples into his mouth. The second I feel his mouth engulf my nipple I moan out pushing my chest up to try and get impossibly closer.
While I was a virgin I was no stranger to sexual activities and between the strange build up and the wine coursing through my bloodsystem I can't help but think this might be the best nipple stimulation I have ever felt.
When Charles pulls back from the first nipple I whine slightly from the pleasure already being over but instead of making his way back to the other side of the room he quickly licks my other nipple before pulling it into his mouth and giving it a strong suck and then proceeding to sink his teeth into it and giving it a little tug making me gasp at the slightly rough stimulation.
When he pulls back from the final time I look down and catch Charles's eyes and can clearly see the lust swimming in his pupils. When I look down at my chest I notice Charles's saliva has coated my hard nipples beautifully.
When Charles makes his way back to he seat I slowly start pulling my bra back up catching Pierre's eye to notice that he had been staring at my nipples intently. When I look down a little futer I can see he is no longer soft but instead is sporting a semi.
"Y/N I dare you to make Pierre hard with nothing but your mouth," Charles says breathlessly.
"I didn't even pick one," I reply back watching Charles smirk slightly.
"Truth or dare?" He asks simply.
"Dare," I say with a smirk on my face before slipping off the couch and confidently making my way to Pierre who is now standing pulling his boxers dow before sitting back on the love seat he had comfortably occupied for the night.
When I get in front of Pierre I slip on my knees before bringing my mouth towards his cock. I knew as soon as he was fully hard I would not be able to take all of him into my mouth but that didn't stop me from dragging my tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip where I finally pulled his cock into my mouth where I feel is starting to grow harder.
When I start to pull him farther into my mouth I bring my hands to his thighs to make sure I can brace myself while I bring him into my throat. Knowing he wasn't fully hard I tested my limits and continued farther down until my nose was resting against his trimmed pubes.
When he starts getting too big to keep in my throat I feel myself gag while pulling back, making Pierre hiss at the added pleasure. When I start bobbing my head that was Pierre's final straw because he grips my hair and pulls me back not letting me close enough to even drag my tongue across his tip.
"I will cum," Perre says matter a factly which has me shrugging because truthfully I wanted to feel him cum.
"Pierre, I dare you to let me finish what I was doing," I whisper up making eye contact with him. When the words finally settle between us he groans throwing his head back before bringing my head back down.
"Charles, join," I say matter a factly when I turn around and find him rubbing himself through his boxers clearly turned on seeing his best friend suck off his other best friend.
When Charles gets up he makes his way before laying down on his back and moving me slighly so my thighs are resting on either side of his face before dragging his tongue over my clothed covered center.
"Fuck," I whine making me grip onto Pierre's cock a bit tighter making him hiss from the sensations.
Once I get used to the tongue teasing my pussy I lean my head back down and start pulling Pierre back into my mouth and almost instantly hitting my gag reflex, which I fight off making myself take him even farther. When I reach my limit I bob my head slightly before pulling back completely gasping for air after having cut it off for 30 seconds or so.
"Slow down, Belle," Pierre whispers while holding my head back with the fist of hair he hasnt once let go of. I start squirming on Charles's face when I realized Pierre had called me beautiful.
Charles must have taken this as a hint before next thing I know he has completely torn off my thong making me whine at the burn of the broken fabric bring ripped from ym skin.
Once Charles's dives back in eating like it was his lst meal on earth I start taking Pierre's cock back into my mouth taking it a bit slower this time.
I feel Pierre start to buck his hips in an erratic fashion alerting me that he was close to cumming. I push my head all the way down fighting my gag reflex knowing I was to make swallow every drop of cum Pierre had to offer.
When I bring one of my hands down to his balls I feel them tighten up before he groans out a loud fuck and start spilling his load right into my mouth.
All the while Pierre is cumming down my throat I feel Charles sneak a few fingers into my awaiting hole.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Charles grons into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of his words.
I feel myself growing close to the edge making me completely pull back from Pierre's cock and grip onto his thighs to use as leverage to grind into Charles's face before falling over the edge.
"Oh fuck," I moan out cumming all over Charles's face. He continues to finger fuck me and suck on my clit making sure to help me ride out the massive orgasm I was experiencing. I could tell Charles was cumming all over his hand simply by the way he was groaning and twitching under me.
When it was clear I was done cumming and the stimulation Charles was giving me was more painful than pleasurable he slows his actions down before Pierre is lifting me up and pulled me into his lap to let me fully come down from it in his comforting arms.
"Truth or dare," Pierre breaks the silence after a few minutes making both Charles and I laugh a little.
"Dare, but I wanna pick the dare," I say making both of the boys laugh and shake their heads. I knew this wasn't how the game worked but I also knew they would do whatever I wanted.
"I dare Charles to take my virginity," I whisper which instantly had Pierre tensing under me clearly shocked at my dare.
"Then after I dare you to fuck me... in doggy," I whisper against Pierre's lips letting him know he was not gonna be left behind. When Pierre groans at the suggestion I pull him in for a kiss he instantly starts kissing back before swiping his tongue on my bottom lip requesting access to slip his tongue into my mouth. When I part my lips slightly I feel Pierre's tongue slip into my mouth making me groan.
It doesn't take long for Charles to stand up and softly pull me into his arms before carrying me into his bedroom. When we get in there I see that Pierre had followed in before sitting on the bed where Charles places me in his lap but making sure I was still facing him.
With my back against Pierre's chest I feel Charles settle between my parted thighs. When I look down I can see he is dragging a condom onto his hard cock.
While he was still big he was still not as big as Pierre's cock which I can feel getting hard against my back.
Once Charles has slipped the condom all the way on he moves slightly closer to start teasing my clit with the tip of his protected cock.
When he feels like he has collected enough of my slick he finds my virgin hole before slowly starting to push in. When the tip is in I whine at the sensations overwhleming my body.
He slowly starts to continue to slip into my pussy making me gasp and try to grip onto anything to try and ground myself knowing that it's starting to become slightly painful.
"Relax," Pierre whispers on the side of my head before placing a soft kiss to help distract me from the large intrusion that is currently causing me some pain.
"Fuck," I gasp when I look down and see that Charles still has a couple inches to go but feeling too full already.
Charles can see the discomfort written all over my face so he relaxes back slightly to help me adjust. He starts playing with my throbbing clit to distract me while he slowly thrusts his hips trying to loosen me up enough to be able to slip the rest of his length into my pussy.
When he feels like he has loosened me up enough he gives one last hard thrust burrying completely into my no longer virgin pussy making me scream out at the startled pain coursing through my body. Charles stops all movement with his hips to focus on my clit and let me fully adjust to his length.
He bends down slightly to bring me in for a kiss which has me moaning into his mouth because now all the pain has faded and the full feeling is bringing me so much pleasure.
"Move, please," I gasp between kissing to signify to charles that I was ready for him to start moving.
His thrusts start out slowly making me gasp at all the new feelings I was experiencing. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to last long, between him playing with my sensitive clit and his perfectly timed thrusts I could feel my orgasm approaching far too fast.
"Close," I gasp trying to hold back to not let the feeling end.
"Cum for me," Charles groans out picking up the speed of his thrusts to bring me closer.
"Oh, fuck," I moan the second I feel the band in my stomach snap making me start cumming all over Charles's cock. I feel something spraying out of my body which has me frantically looking down to see myself squirting juices all over Charles. I grew red in embarrassment almost instantly cause I didn't know what was happening.
I feel Charles send one last thrust into my pussy before I feel him start to fill his condom up with a large load of his cum.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know how to hold it in," I whisper sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with Charles feeling embarrassed.
"No, that was the hottest thing I've experienced. I'm happy to know I fucked you so good I had you squirting on my cock," Charles replies making sure to give me reassurance but also too cocky to hide how smug his smirk was.
Charles slowly starts slipping out of my tight pussy making me gasp at the sensations. When he fully pulled out I heard a wet pop making me gasp from the feeling of emptiness.
I watch as Charles stares at my slightly gaping pussy making me blush slightly. Once Charles's snaps out of it he leans down and pulls me in for another kiss before slipping from in front of me to sit on the other side of the bed so he can watch Pierre and I.
With Charles out of the picture, I turn my full attention to Pierre who has precum rubbing against my bare back alerting me that he is more than ready.
I lean up to pull Pierre's mouth into mine allowing for us to have a messy make-out session before he uses his strength to flip us over so he is now on top of me. We continue making out before he flips me over again so I'm on my stomach this time. He gives me a few seconds to adjust my position so I'm on my hands and knees presenting myself to him.
I can hear the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and placed on his cock before I feel his tip teasing my clit.
I'm absolutely drenched so it doesn't take Pierre very long to coat his entire length in my slick. When I feel his tip teasing my entrance I start tensing up which has Pierre pulling back slightly and leaning down to leave a few festher light kisses on my back.
"Relax, sweet girl," Pierre whispers through kisses before finally getting back into position. When I feel his cock slowly start sliding in I do everything I can to make sure I stay relaxed but when he's only an inch or so buried into me I realize just how much thicker he was than Charles.
He was stretching me out in a way that Charles couldn't even do and the burn was slowly becoming unbearbale.
"S'too much," I gasp trying to pull my hips fowards but Pierre is stronger than me so he keeps me right where I am. He's not moving just letting me adjust to the feeling of having my once virgin pussy being stretched to the max.
"Relax. We'll go slow," Pierre tells me while soothingly stroking my back. When I get myself adjusted I slowly start pushing my hips into his knowing he wasn't gonna move until I was completely ready.
Pierre lets me do all the work allowing me to take as much time as I need to fill myself up with his cock.
"S'alot," I mumble when I feel like there can't be anymore room for him to move.
"A little bit more, Belle," Pierre groans out clearly restraining himself from burying the last couple inches into me but also wanting to make sure it was still pleasurable for me too.
"Just push the rest in, please," I finally whine out giving up on trying to take the last inch. I just wanted to get it over with, so with that Pierre slowly but forcefully pushes that last bit in making me instantly start cumming on his cock from all of the stimulation of his hitting places that have gone untouched for years.
"Did she just cum," Charles gasps in amazement at his best friends fucking right in front of him.
"Fuck, yes and she's even tighter than before," Pierre groans fighting off the impending orgasm he feels. He allows for me to come down from my orgasm completely before he starts slowly moving his hips allowing me to feel the pleasure all over again.
"So good," I moan when I feel his thrusts start to pick up in speed. Pierre is careful, he makes sure not to slam down too hard knowing he would hit my cervix causing far more pain than pleasure.
"Faster," I gasp when I feel another orgasm coming along and I don't even try to fight it off. I'm lost in the overwhelming pleasure of it all. I feel Charles's hot gaze on my skin which is my final straw and has me cumming all over Pierre's cock again.
"Fuck," I scream out not really knowing what else to do as this was some of the most overwhelming pleasure I have ever experienced.
Between the powerful orgasms and the slutty words of encouragement from Pierre, I don't even feel him start to cum into the condom until he is slowly pulling out making me whine at the loss of stimulation.
"I think you're all fucked out for the night, Belle" Pierre whispers against the side of my face when I try to bring my hips to his softening cock not wanting it to end just yet.
"More," I whine trying harder to gain stimulation.
"Quite the needy girl," Pierre says teasing me before slipping three fingers into my stretched pussy before he starts aggressively finger fucking me. It doesn't take long before I'm thrown over the edge all over again and start squirting all over Charles's bed again.
"Just had to make sure Charles couldn't brag about being the only one to make you squirt together," Pierre says in a teasing manner more to Charles than me but I wasn't complaining I got what I needed.
The last orgasms took any energy I had left in me so as soon as I was done cumming I collapsed into the bed allowing myself to come down from everything.
When I feel myself being moved into someone's arm I finally open my eyes to realize it was Charles picking me up.
"We're gonna sleep in the guest room tonight," Charles says while carrying me into the bathroom to let me do my business before he picks me up again and brings me into the room Pierre had been sleeping the last couple of days.
Charles drops me into the middle of the bed and I instantly curl into Pierre's side looking for any form of warmth.
That night we all fell asleep together tangled into a body of limbs and while it was our first time fucking each other it definitely wasn't our last time. Most notably being when Charles won Monza but that was a story for another time!
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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader
warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut
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"Oh come on, are you guys replaced his bin after all these years?" I giggled when I walked out to the balcony of the motorhome seeing the two Alpa Tauri driver sitting in a foldable bathtubs. " And you have the numbers on the tub too. Incredible." I laughed pointing at the side to the tubs.
"If we are doing something than we are doing it the best way." Yuki giggled from the left tub while scrolling on his phone as Pierre took his hand out from the tub and grabbed mine. It was really cold on my hot skin. The weather started to get a little bit berable but the humidity made it just so much worse. It was a really good idea from me to bring some flowy dresses so it would not stick to my sweaty skin.
"Even it's so hot I would never sit in that tub."
"Not even if I'm in?" Pierre lifted one of his eyebrow taunting with a cheeky smile on his face. Before he slapped my butt a tiny bit causing me to jump up. While Yuki from the other tub made a fake gagging noise. "Yukino, you are just jelaous. Close your eyes because you are way too young for this anyway." he laughed before tried to splash his teammate from the other side of the balcony.
"Kids, stop it. Actually I came up to let you guys know that bathing time is over, you should get out and start to jump into your suits for the free practice." I pionted at oth of them before I checked the time on my phone trying to show them they have to hurry up.
"What did you say? She is becoming our new whacker because she is doing amazing job with commanding." The japanese driver got out of the tub but quickly got quiet when I threw the towel to his way and it hit his face perfectly. Pierre started to laugh out loudly and grabbed the other towel from my hand and started to dry himself up.
"Don't let me get started on command you in Hungarian. Chop, chop little one!" I clapped my hands together making him ran down on the stairs. "You too hot stuff." I turned back at to the other driver who was looking back at me with a flirty smile on his lips. "No, don't look at me like that with that smile. " I shook my head before I swallowed a big one. My eyes were roaming on his upper body, watching as the small water dropplets were shining on his torso, running down on his hairy chest all the way to his white swimming trunk.
"What smile?" He teased as he stepped closer before I lifted my arms and planted it on his cold chest, feeling his heart beating fast under my palms. "My babygirl can't resist my body, huh?" He had that mischiveous look in his eyes pairing it with the most cheeky smile ever. His handsome features got turned into a cheeky little boy's feature that I just adored so much.
"You know really well that I'm unable to say no to you, especially if you are shirtless. And as much as I want to keep staring at you, you really need to start preparing because you will be in trouble. And I don't want it because of me. " Running my hand up on his chest all the way to his neck before I started to play with his gold chain. Pullint him closer to my body by the chain.
"We will continue this" He leaned closer while he looked in my eyes. For an answer I just hummed as he caught my lips with his for a small but sensual kiss. "Can you please look after it? While I'm out there." He asked before unlocking the chain from his neck and dropping it in my left palm. I smiled and nodded while I bit on my lower lip as I watched him winking at me and started to walk down to his driving room for changing.
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"I meant when I said earlier you are hot stuff, but baby you should not let the car on fire. You don't have to prove anything." I giggled when the free practice was over and he finished with the interviews and came back to his drivers room, where I was already waiting for him sitting on the massage bed. He started to giggle and grabbed on my arm pulling me up from my seat and closer to his body to hug me tightly, hiding his face in my neck. "Putting all the jokes to the side, I know the problem why you have got on fire." I circled my arms around his body.
"Oh really and what would it me?" He mumbled while he was littering my skin with butterfly kisses all over the crook of my neck.
"Before you got into your car, you did not came to me for the pinky promise." I pouted and I felt his shoulders going up and down while he giggled. "I'm not kidding. It can really mess up a race like that. We can't risk it anymore"
"You are right Amour. I won't forget it okay. But can we add something to the pinky promise?" He pulled away and tilted his head while he moved some hair out of my face. "I want a good luck kiss next to my pinky promise." He leaned closer and pecked my lips.
"Hmm I think we can manage it." I hummed in to the kiss and I closed my eyes and leaned my head to his chest after it.
"Oh can we add one more thing? Maybe a good luck sex? Or good luck head?" He joked and I stepped away from him and boxed into his upper arm.
"Do you want to have that just right before you get in the car in the garage?" I lifted my brows up waiting for his answer.
"Uh, I don't think FIA would like that idea. Nor my team." He joked while he was chuckling and started to pull down his racing suit. " Also noone can see you on the moment while we are making love. The only person that can see your face while you are having an orgasm is me." He winked and I felt the heat rising up to my cheeks. " I still have some meetings to get done with the team, if you want you can sit outside, Charlotte said she will come by to see you."
"Oh okay, that's good. I will go and find her then. " I got up from the small massage bed and started to walk to the door. Before I slipped out of the room I slapped his bare ass which was answered with a big yelp and a laugh.
"So how do you like the race?" Charlotte asked as we were sitting at a table both of us playing with the straw of our drinks.
"It's still feels like a dream. Like for real. I'm on a race, in a different county, and I have a Formula 1 driver boyfriend. Pinch me that I'm not dreaming." I giggled as I leaned closer to the straw and took a sip from my drink. We were quietly chatting away before Charlotte excused herself when she got a phonecall that had to take, I was scrolling on my own phone waiting for her to return when a group stopped next to our table and pushed a microphone into my face.
"Hi, hello. Sorry for bothering you. We would like to ask a few question from you Gina."
"Me?" I leaned back on the chair surprised.
"Yes, you are the hot topic now between the girlfriends of the drivers. We know that about you that you and your siblings have a pub, which is going pretty well, especially since the Hungarian GP. Our first question would be, how does it feel like to be in a community like this? Like as we have learned from you, that you have not had this privilage before."
"Excuse me?" I was really confused by her question and the taunting vioce that she was using.
"Like we know that you are comming from nothing, and now you are driving a really expensive car, traveling around the world and as we can see you could manage to get a new bag too." She was pointing at the bag that I have got from Pierre with a mocking tone and a sarcastic smile on her lips. "As from our resource you always struggled in your life before.
"Is everything okay?" Pierre asked as him and Charles arrived at our table, with furrowed brows looking at the three riporters in front of me.
"Okay, I don't like the dragging the other person in the mud kind of situations. And definetly don't agree with the fact that a fellow woman ask a question like that from me. " I pointed at her as I leaned back in the chair. And crossed my arms in front of my chest. " So, let's start again. Everything I have now, I worked my ass off for it. I studied for it too. I worked at two jobs when I was in university so I could pay for my flat, my studies because I have had to pay for that one too. It is true that I have not had a privilaged life before, had to built everything up from zero. What I think is a 100% better than having everything dropped in my lap. "I looked straight into the riporters eyes with blank expression on my face. "About the car you were talking about, I saved up for my car, I bought it from my own money. Which I have had to repair, it was not a fully new one. And I have had it many years before I have even met Pierre. If you would do a good job, you would know that.... " I raised up from my seat and stepped away from the desk on the way where the guys were standing" If you have any more questions you can ask them tomorrow, but at least do some research before so you won't ask stupid things. Use multipule resources not just one, and maybe try to rethink how you ask the question so you don't come out as a uneducated and rude person. Have a great night." I smiled sweetly before I stepped away from the table and grabbed on Pierre's hand. "Please don't say anyting, let's go back to the hotel. Please." I whispered as I tried to pull him away from the table with shaking body, the adrenaline was just pumping in my veins.
"What just happened?" Charlotte asked as her and Charles caught up with us going down between the motorhomes all the way to the parking lot.
"My girlfriend just totally burned some riporters." He giggled as he pulled closer to his body.
"Your PR team will be so mad at me.. I acted like a bitch." I shook my head hanging it low as we were walking.
"No, come on. You have made a point to them. Like you made sure that noone should think that you have everything just because we are dating." He stopped and grabbed both of my hands and turned me to the way of his body to make sure that I was paying attention of him. " Like for real. Noone should talk to you like that. And you have handled this situation really good."
"Can you pinch me?" I asked which really surprised him
"Why?"
"Just to know that I'm not dreaming and a bunch of reporters were just really trying to make some gossips about me just like about big stars." I giggled and he shook his head and started to walk again to the way of the car that would take us back to the hotel.
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"Mon coeur, ferme ta bouche." He giggled at the sight of me stuck to the window of the plane looking at the view below us, as we were landing in Japan. "You are just so cute when you are amazed by something. Your eyes shine in a different way but it's just cute on you." He ran his fingers through my hair before I turned to face him with a huge smile on my face.
" I know it is kind of normal for you to fly around, like for normal people like me is driving. But I just still cannot wrap my head around that I'm flying on a private jet which I go to Japan with... It's just incredible. I'm really thankfull for it. " I grabbed on his hand and squeezed it. " I have some ideas to show you how thankful I can be" I leaned closer and whispered in his ears. As my lips were touching the shell of his ears I could see the goosebumps running on the back of his neck and his breath got hitched on his throath.
" We can still get into the mile high club, if you want to doll." He had a cheeky smile on his lips as he turned to the way of my face and whispered back in my ears. His free hand were gliding up on my inner thigh, drawing shapes with his fingers on the material of my jeans. It was the best cat and mouse game we have hahd going on, sometimes I felt like I can win, when I saw him that he got intimidated for just like a second before he bites back with a cheeky comment.
"Bad thing we have your team in here." I leaned back in the seat and grabbed his hand which has wondered closer and closer to the button of my jeans. "Behave boy." I patted the back of his hand and started to play with the rings on his hand. He sighed and sat back closing his eyes while he smiled.
When we thought that he have had a bad race weekend last week we were wrong. The practices in Japan were bad but the sunday was even worse. It was heavily raining, the have post poned the race, everyone was running around in the paddocks looking at the statistics and the screens about the weather.
I thought the best is if I just sat back in the corner of the garage, with my headphones on.
"Be careful okay?" I have had my pinky extended to his way when he walked closer after the team received that the race will start soon.
"As always mon ange." He smiled and grabbed on my little finger and squeezed it before pulling me closer and kissed me. I sighed in the kiss feeling his body closer to mine made me relax a little bit.
"See you later Pedro." I stepped away and sat back on the stool. He stepped closer one more time and planted a small kiss on my forehead
"Last time it worked, so keep this secure for me, so you won't scratch your little hand." He dropped his necklace in the palm of my hand before he walked to Pyry to grab his helmet. I put his necklace on, and instantly started to play with the cross on it as I was watching him getting ready. I was anxiously rolling the cross medal on the gold chain back an forth as I was wathcing the screens.
Cars was slipping from left to right on the track, some of them ended up on the barriers. I looked at the mechanics as they were swearing about FIA letting them on the track like this when I heard his angry voice through my headphones. I snapped my head back to the way of the screen, I held my breath as I waited for him to say something else. A long cursing and shouting was followed by when he passed by the crane which were trying to pull the car off the track. My grip on the necklace got harder and I felt as the side of the cross was biting in the flash of my skin on my palm.
I waited till the cars came back to the garage and saw him jump out of the car pulling his helmet and balaclava off and started to shouting with the members of the garage, and he stomped to the side of the track where the strategists were sitting. His voice was loud and he was gesturing with his hands. I was still sitting on the edge of the stool waiting for him, and only got off when I saw him walking to the corner of the garage where I was. He just looked at me and nodded with his head to he way of the hallway. I jumped off the stool and walked behind him, when we reached the corner finally away from the curious eyes of the media he just turned and grabbed on my upper arm before pulled me closer to his body into a bone crashing hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed my face into his chest. We stayed like this before I finally felt my lungs are burning because I held my breath for that long.
"I got so scared..." I whispered and grabbed on the racing suit on the back of his and pulled him closer which was physically not possible, due to that our bodies were already pressed together.
"I'm so angry." he whispered " I could have died"
"Don't say that." I pulled back as I was shaking my head. He grabbed the two sides of my face and looking deeply in my eyes " At least nothing happened to you, and that all is mattering." I grabbed his hands and pulled it down to my lips and kiss both of his palms. "All of us just got scared. Just be careful okay?" I smiled at him trying to reasure him that everything will be fine. "Come back to me in one piece, yea?" I winked at him before I got on my tiptoes and places a small kiss on his lips. He turned back to the way of his car and I leaned back to the wall and let out the huge breath that I was holding.
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“So are you gonna call your parents and your loved ones?” The reporter asked before he stepped away from the microphone
“Yes, I will do it just now.” He smiled and took his phone out as he started to walk away searching on his phone. I was watching him aside waiting for him to finish with the interviews so we can go back to the hotel.
Pedro 🧡 is calling
The text appeared on my phone’s screen as it was buzzing in my hand, I looked up confused at him as he stood in front of me.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Just pick it up.” His smile was cheeky and his eyes were shining. I was still pretty confused but I lifted up the phone to my ears and accepted the call.
“Hi, so why are you calling me?” I asked giggling. The whole situation was just funny and absurd.
“The reporter just asked me if I’m gonna call my family and loved ones. And I have had to call you.”
“Okay, but I’m not family you should have call your mum first she was pretty upset about the race.”
“Yes true. You are not family, you are my loved one.”
“What?”
“If something like today's event happens in my life that shows me that life can be over just in a blink of an eye. I always remember that I have to say to the people in my life that I care about them and that they are important in my life. Gina, you already know that I care about you a lot. You know that you are really important in my life. As I said you are a loved one in my life. "He put down the phone and shoved it in the pocket of his jumper before grabbed both sides of my face. His eyes were shining, as he looked depply in my eyes. "Because I love you." after he said that three words my brain just shot down. I felt the heat rising up in my body all the way to my cheeks, my heart leaped forward and now it was thumping fast."I can tell you in other languages too. Szeretlek." My eyes filled up with tears as soon as he said it in my own native languge. I wrapped one of my arm around his neck as I put my other hand on his cheek.
"Szeretlek Pierre." Huge smile spread on his lips mirroring mine before he leaned down and crashed his lips on mine.
"Je t'aime" He started to kiss me all over my skin and between each kisses he said the sentence in different languages he knows. I was gigling loudly as he got closer to my neck. I betwe looked like two teenagers who can't keep their hands and mouth of each other, but I was just so happy. I felt like that now finally my life is back on track, I could just forget some problems I have in my life, and just enjoy every moment that I have with him.
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