#love sponsor photoshoots bc they make him move his watch to his left hand

[tyresdeg]

givenchybeauty final touch before tomorrow’s race.

[theringers]

illicit affairs - pierre gasly

summary: “It's born from just one single glance but it dies, and it dies, and it dies, a million little times”

request: You asked for angst so… Taylor swift’s illicit affairs based imagine with mr gasly?

a/n: this request came to me just a few hours ago but as soon as i listened to the song with this in mind i couldn’t stop writing so enjoy lovelies xoxo

“request: So i was thinking maybe that pierre and the reader sleep with each other but pierre has a gf🌝” is wife good enough???

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, angst, cheating, sex ig

missing the days on tumblr of b&w gifs so i’m including this one to get ya thinking bc it’s what inspired me xoxo

The sun was beating down in the paddock where you walked hand in hand with your husband. A photographer was seated a few feet away and tried to grab your attention for a quick shot. “Y/n, over here,” they said. You smiled and waved to appease them.

It was a hectic weekend in Austria, the second race of a double-header. You wandered as you people watched, one of your favorite hobbies. Your eyes met with Pierre’s in the Alpha Tauri garage, sending chills all the way through your body.

“You okay?” Your husband looked down at you to make sure you were comfortable, taking notice of your shivers. He knew that sometimes this whole environment could be too overwhelming for you.

You nodded in response. “I’m okay.” You smiled at him, thankful for his sweet gesture. Even on race weekends, you were a top priority for him. You looked past your husband and saw Pierre still focused on you. He was in his white fireproof suit, half of it hanging around his waist, and messing with his earbuds, but his gaze was directed anywhere else but his garage.

Sweat started to pool on your palms and you’d hoped Max didn’t notice. He didn’t need anything else to worry about today except for winning the race. In the distance, Pierre pulled his undershirt up to wipe off the sweat on his face, exposing his tanned and toned abdomen. You took a deep breath, starting to feel faint. He wasn’t doing anything on purpose but your mind couldn’t help but think back to a few weeks ago.

“C’mon buddy!” You patted your legs, trying to get your dog off the couch. You held his leash in your hand. “Wanna go for a walk?” The word walk sending him and his curly golden hair barreling full speed at you. You laughed at him and put his leash on, heading out the door.

It was a hot summer morning in Monaco and despite the fact that you had no effort to do anything today, you decided to get up and take Winston for a walk. After you got home, you could relax and settle in for the rest of the day.

Max had left yesterday for the UK. He was working on a promotional photoshoot for one of his sponsors and was supposed to be gone for at least a few days. You took this opportunity to get the apartment in order and spend some extra time on self-care. Today you had planned a bath, face mask, and a manicure.

Winston’s favorite place to walk was along the harbor. There were always so many people he could stop and sniff. He was also mesmerized watching boats come and go out of their slips. You were hoping someday that Max would come to his senses and agree to get a boat. You lived in Monaco for crying out loud. It was about damn time. Winston would love it too, and Max always wanted Winston to be happy.

You tugged on Winston's leash so he would stop staring out at the water and actually walk somewhere. He wouldn't budge and you groaned, hoping to get a move on. "Winston, buddy, come on. Mommy wants to go home and take a nap."

"Oh, that's hilarious," a familiar voice said, getting closer. You looked up and saw Pierre, shirtless and jogging towards you.

A laugh escaped your lips. "Hi, Pierre."

"He's not cooperating, huh?" He took out his headphones and tried to catch his breath.

"Unfortunately not. He really likes to watch things. And not move when he does it. Not a great multitasker, I guess."

He bent down to the ground and started to scratch Winston's head. "At least you're cute," he said, giving him a kiss. He pet him a few more times before standing up. "How are you, y/n? I haven't seen you around the paddock lately."

"I'm doing well! I was at the race last weekend, but I watched it from Max's drivers room. I wasn't feeling too great and the heat wasn't helping."

"Totally understandable. It can get so hot around there." He shuffled his feet for a moment. "Where's Max at? I usually see him walking the dog around this time." Monaco was a small city and it was convenient to have friends around always.

"He flew out to London yesterday. Some sponsor photoshoot thing."

Pierre nodded. "Ahhh." He was all too familiar with the promo shoots. "Well, if you don't have any plans tonight, I'm having some friends and family over for dinner if you feel like spending your night with good company."

Even though you were planning on spending the evening inside, Pierre's invitation sounded like a good time. "Sure, that sounds great." The corners of your lips curved up into a smile. "What time?"

"Any time after 6 works."

"Let me know if there's anything I can bring, I'd be more than happy to help out."

"I appreciate that, y/n." He pulled his headphones out of his pocket to get started on his run again. "I'll see you later?" He began to back away.

You laughed. "See you then."

6 o'clock came quicker than you expected. You knocked on Pierre's front door with a bottle of wine in hand. He opened the door with a smile plastered on his face. "Y/n. So glad you could come." He embraced you and placed a quick kiss on each cheek.

You looked around as you walked into his apartment. "I can't remember the last time I was here. Your birthday, maybe?"

"That was a long time ago." He took the bottle of wine from your hand and directed you to the kitchen where everyone stood around the island socializing. You introduced yourself to friends of his you hadn't met before and said hello to those you have.

The marble island was covered in hors d'oeuvres and small bites. The food looked delicious and was beautifully prepared - you were sure Pierre had this dinner catered. Or there was a secret chef hiding in his prep kitchen. Either way, you were happy to be here.

Moving to Monaco after your wedding last year was definitely an adjustment. You left all of your friends back home and you missed them dearly. They did come to visit often but it was the times between visits where you didn't have anything to do, your husband was out of town on work, and things could get lonely. Times like these. When you wished you had friends to have fun dinner parties with. You were blessed that a lot of Max's friends and other drivers lived in Monaco, too. Pierre was sweet to open his home to you and invite you tonight.

The night was filled with small talk and fun chats with Pierre's family and friends. He had a cousin who was local to Monaco that you got on really well with. You exchanged numbers with her and hoped that she could be someone to fill your free time with.

You took the final sip of your wine as Pierre watched you. "Another?" He asked.

"I shouldn't. It's getting late." You set the glass of wine down on the counter. "Let me help you clean, though.” Over the last hour, guests had slowly trickled out, leaving just you and Pierre to finish your drinks.

"You don't have to do that," he petitioned.

You smiled at him. "What if I want to?"

“Fine, if you insist.” He laughed.

You started to gather napkins and trash from the counters and dining table, tossing them in the garbage. You grabbed a plate with some food scraps on it and walked over to the trash can. You scraped what was left of the small bites into the trash when Pierre walked behind you.

"Excusez moi," he said, placing his hands on your lower back to pass by. His fingers were filled with electricity and your eyes immediately shot up when he touched you. You were frozen in time, and so was he, his hands unmoving. Unsure of how to respond, you said nothing. Your eyes were glued forward and you weren't sure how to proceed.

Your heartbeat became prominent and it was all you could feel. The thumps of your heart and his fingers. And the cool metal on his ring finger. "Y/n," he leaned down and whispered into your ear. You took a deep breath in and exhaled. He gently kissed the sweet spot behind your ear and leaned back, waiting for a response from you. He didn't want to continue unless you did.

You put the plate on the counter and turned around, taking in another deep breath. You looked up at him and he ran his tongue slowly between his lips. His hand embraced your face and he leaned in to press your lips together. You kissed him back, letting your mouth open slightly to allow his tongue into your mouth. The kisses were soft and rhythmic, hands shifting from cupping each other's faces to running your fingers through each other's hair.

He leaned into you, pressing you against the island. You softly moaned into the kiss causing him to roll his pelvis against yours. Your bodies fit together perfectly as your arms wrapped around each other.

You felt the cold stone against your bare thighs. Pierre hoisted you up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. His hands rested on your legs, thumbs moving from side to side over your soft skin.

Max's thumb rubbed your hand in his. "You sure you're okay?" His voice knocked you out of your trance.

"I'm okay," you forced a soft smile and continued walking the paddock towards the Red Bull garage.

The race went as expected. Many would complain about the lack of excitement but you were excited to see your husband on the podium once again.

While you were packing up a few things in his driver's room, he walked in with a smile on his face. "Some of the crew are heading out for drinks tonight to celebrate. Join me?"

"I think I'm going to have to pass on this one tonight, but you deserve to go and celebrate." You pulled Max in for a hug and kissed his cheek. "Congratulations, baby."

He quickly changed out of his race suit and prepared to head out. “Let me know when you get back to the hotel, okay?” You nodded to him as he walked out the door. You only had a few more things to pack up before you could catch a car back to your hotel.

You threw your bags down on the bed and fell backward in exhaustion. Race weekends were a lot of work and took a lot out of you. Especially now after your encounter with Pierre, it took a lot more work to go to the races and act like everything was normal.

You could not believe what you did that night a few weeks ago and you thought about it for days and weeks after. But for what it was worth, you didn't regret a single moment of it. Pierre made you feel so incredible, a way you've never felt before.

He kissed you and worshipped your body like you were the only girl in the world. His main priority was making you feel good and he didn't stop until you were completely satisfied. Your hand grazed over your breast thinking about that night, wishing it was Pierre's strong hand. Your mind wandered to his long fingers that sent you over the edge more than once on his kitchen counter.

You were interrupted by a knock at your hotel door. Still in a bit of a trance, you opened the door, only to see the man you were daydreaming about staring back at you. "Can I come in?"

You nodded and stepped out of the way, shutting the door behind him.

"You decided not to go out with the team tonight?" He asked.

"I wasn't feeling it. Today was a bit... overwhelming."

"Tell me about it." Pierre had a tough race, finishing ninth place ultimately. It made sense why he was here instead of out with the rest of the Red Bull crew. He paced around the room slowly.

"We need-"

"Y/n-" you both spoke at the same time.

You took a breath. "What were you going to say?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened that night at my place." He took a step towards you. "But, I-" his voice dropped deeper as he cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."

He looked in your eyes and you swore time stopped. "Do we have to?"

He shook his head side to side and closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. Many thoughts ran through your head but not a single one indicating that this was wrong.

"Max could walk in at any moment," you broke the kiss.

"I don't care."

He embraced you tightly and you felt at home in his arms. You sat back on the bed and pulled him down on top of you. His lips left your mouth and kissed down your neck. The trail followed to your exposed cleavage and down your stomach.

He reached the top of your thighs and pushed your sundress up. He kissed both of your hip bones and peeled off your lace thong.

His lips met your clit and you immediately jerked in response. He took notice, placing his forearm across your abdomen to keep you in place.

"Oh, Pierre," your legs tightened around his head but he used his free hand to push your knees down onto the bed. He flicked his tongue and sucked on your sensitive spot while you moaned and reacted to his touches.

He lifted his mouth and his thumb gently brushed between your folds. "I want to make you feel good." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words.

"I need you, Pierre. Please," you pleaded. He knew how to make you feel good but right now, you needed him inside of you. He slid off his shorts and undergarments and reached in his pocket for a condom.

You moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, unlike anything you've ever experienced. He thrust into you and looked into your eyes, smiling. You returned the smile quickly before letting out a breathy moan. "You feel so good inside of me."

He grunted and began to thrust harder. "Your pussy feels like heaven." It wasn't long after before he spilled into the condom and pulled out. He cleaned up after himself and laid down next to you on the bed.

"We're going to need to talk about this eventually."

"Today's not that day." You sat up slowly and walked into the bathroom. "Make sure no one sees you leave." You shut the bathroom door behind you.

All he wanted was to lay with you and talk about life. Talk about your futures, your hopes, his dreams. He wanted to tell you to drop the attitude and give him a kiss. He wanted to tell you to stop being so short with him but he couldn't. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, seeing you smile and know that he was the reason for it.

He had to take what he could get and not expect anything more. Especially from a married woman. Max's wife.

He left without words or conversations. You couldn't bear to accept the truth of what you two had done and what better way to do that than to ignore it?

Weeks had passed and you hadn't seen him around Monaco too much. You actively avoided him in the paddock because you didn't need a repeat of Austria happening again. Max knew something was off that day but he didn’t know what. And you wanted to keep it that way.

It was late one night and Max was already in bed, preparing for an early workout tomorrow. You wandered out to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear your head. People watching and staring up at the stars.

A familiar figure ran under the street lights and glanced up to the third floor apartment as he ran by.

Not too long after, your phone buzzed with a text. "I'm coming to pick you up" the text read. You looked down and saw the shirtless man in running shorts and sneakers jogging back to where he came from.

You could hear the rumble of his sports car down the street, but in Monaco, that wasn't unusual, no matter the time of day.

You were careful to shut the door quietly as you walked down the stairs to the street. You wore a big hoodie over your head and ducked into his car as he pulled up.

Driving away, he spoke. "I can't keep doing this."

"This is the first time we've done this." You looked at him confused.

"No, I mean I can't keep going home to my wife every night and pretending like everything is okay. I go out running every night because my thoughts are flooded with you when I lay down to sleep."

You let out an ironic chuckle. "At least you know how I feel, then."

“We either need to do something about this, or stop doing this, because I can’t handle it anymore.” His grip on the steering wheel was tight and he glanced over at you to gauge your feelings.

“I feel the most like myself when I’m with you,” you said softly, “and I hate to admit it.” You twiddled with your fingers trying to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you want to be happy?” He asked.

“I do, but there’s only so much I can do about it. There’s only so much you can do about it too.” You held up your left hand flashing your massive diamond ring at him. “Look at the mess we made, Pierre.”

He followed suit with an accepting, flat smile and a wedding band on his left ring finger. “We fucked up.”

“What do you want to do?” You asked him, curious to see where exactly his head was at.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, really. I know you’re never going to leave him. He’s Max fucking Verstappen for crying out loud. The fact that I was delusional enough to think things would change is my fault.”

You looked down at your hands. “So you would leave her for me?”

“You won’t leave Max.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Pierre.”

He inhaled deeply and you watched as his chest rose and fell. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. Not even on my wedding day. If that doesn’t tell you how I feel-”

“Just answer the question.” You bluntly interrupted him.

“Yes.”

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