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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

Masterlist

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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[daisybianca]

pairing: pierre gasly x femalereader

summary: your boyfriend had been away for almost a week, and once he got home, you thought that a little treatment was needed.

warnings: sexual activities, teasing, cursing words

SIX DAYS HAD gone by without you seeing your boyfriend. When he finally got home the day after a good race, you ran towards him and almost immediately crashed your lips to his.

He smiled between the kisses and dropped his back on the floor, somewhere behind you. "God, I missed your taste."

Your tongue found his and playfully teased around it. When he pulled away first, you were a tiny bit upset.

"I missed yours more." You argued.

His eyebrows arched at your desperate thirst response. "You know what else I missed the taste of?"

Pierre's colorful eyes shifted across the couch. His eyes looked in the direction of your legs, more specifically, the space between them. He slowly got up from the carpet and sat on the edge of the couch. He slipped his hand into your plain boybrief pjs, and his finger grazed your cotton underwear.

You already knew you were soaking wet, just an inch lower from where his hand rested.

Keeping his eyes glued on yours, he slowly moved his fingers until hr felt the warmth of his hand through your cotton underwear. You let out a soft moan from your throat that you couldn’t even control.

This wasn’t fair.

You wanted him too much and it had just been six freaking days.

What if he needed to travel for a month or so in the near future? You'd shove yourself in a suitcase with him?

You reached out a hand to grab a hold of his forearm. Underneath your grip, you felt the tensing of his individual muscle fibers against your skin, twitching and fighting the urge to rip off your underwear.

"Hey," he spoke and his velvet voice echoed around the empty walls of your tastefully decorated minimalistic apartment.

"Yeah," you replied as your mind was going crazy about the fact that he was really trying to tease you.

"Can you let me be a teaser for once?"

You got up from the couch and tore his hand away. "Nope. The past few days have already been too rough for me. Don't make it even harder."

He moved his body closer to yours and kissed yours cheek. "Ironic. It was supposed to get me sucking your pussy."

The way he said pussy sent chills down your spine.

You were getting ready to jump on him any moment now. "I mean technically… you can still do that,” you replied nonchalantly.

He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. Your lips went at each other like you were in high school again, trying to show off who was the better kisser.

It was sloppy, wet, messy, and there was also a lot of biting.

It was still perfect.

By the time he pulled away, you were both panting to catch your breaths. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and planted a sweet peck on your neck. You wrapped my arms around his neck, and he already knew the cue. His arms dug underneath your back and knees. He effortlessly got up from the couch, holding you close to his chest.

"I missed you." Pierre stated. "So fucking much."

"Yeah, I said that before."

"But I didn't."

You laughed. "You don't have to say it in particular. You must show it."

A smirk appeared, and you caught a glimpse of desire in his besutiful eyes.

Your heart wouldn't zip it.

You looked up at him speechless as he casually walked you through the hallways and kicked the bedroom door open.

It was dark here, as well, minus the moonlight filtering through your bedroom window placed on either side of the bed. He walked over to our California king bed and gently placed you down.

You bit your lip as he stood by the edge of his bed. In one quick motion, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His pale skin glowed. The moonlight reflected off his broad shoulders and firm chest.

Your heart wouldn’t shut up once again.

His body snaked over time and pinned you down between his legs. Each hand tightly gripped your wrists.

The heat from his body was pouring down yours. He arched his neck and placed a kiss on your forehead. Gentle and sweet.

Then, he moved over to the tip of your nose, your lips, your chin, and then down on the flesh of your neck.

"You taste like coffee." You observed between a kiss.

He stretched his neck to look at you. "You taste like heaven itself."

A smile made your lips curve, but it was already too late. His lips had found yours passionately, and his warm breath tickled you.

[daisybianca]

pairing: pierre gasly x femalereader

summary: your boyfriend returns home, after a rough and tiring day at work. you take over and attempt to relax him.

warnings: cursing words, sexual activities

PIERRE WAS EXTREMELY frustrated because it had been a long day with lots of practice.

He stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and strode into the kitchen. A cold beer was retrieved from the fridge and he swallowed the liquid quickly, gasping for air once his lips left the glass bottle.

"Rough day?" You asked, arms crossed, hip propped against the door frame.

"Yeah," He scoffed, not even looking at you. "One of the worst. I couldn't get a fucking lap done before the timer went off!"

Sighing, you crossed the room and stood in front of him, giving him a sad smile. "I’m sorry, baby."

Pierre let out a shuddering breath and shrugged. "It’s just… part of my anxiety. We're there to do our job and the team doesn't fucking help me as much as they should!"

Your hands on his waist, feet between his.

He nodded, a huff of agreement leaving him. "Sorry."

"No," You gently scolded him. "You don’t need to apologize."

Pierre dipped down and brushed his lips against yours. "Thank you."

"For what?" You hummed, leaning into the hand on your face.

"For being so understanding," He answered. "And for meeting me in nothing but a shirt. My shirt, to be exact."

"This old thing?" You teased, pulling the hem further up your thighs. "Do you want it back?"

Pierre's ’ eyes flashed, eradicating any anxiety he felt before.

You pushed up to your toes and caught his lips in yours, kissing him passionately. He hauled you off the floor by your thighs, groaning against your tongue as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging on the longer strands as he carried you into the the living room, dropping onto the couch when his need to feel all of you became too great to ignore.

You shoved the shirt up his chest. "Off," You said, instructing.

Pierre reached behind his head and pulled off the offending piece of clothing. "Better?"

"Much," You gasped against his ear, your nails scraping through his thick beard.

You nipped at the lobe before biting, licking, and sucking a trail down his neck and over his collar bones. The sight of the dark lettering against his skin always made your stomach drop. You drug your nails over his back as you pressed sloppy kisses to his sternum.

"Relaxed already?" You asked, moving off of his lap until you were kneeling between his legs.

"Thanks to my girl that knows what I need before I even get the chance to say it out loud."

[daisybianca]

pairing: pierre gasly x femalereader

summary: your relationship with your boyfriend couldn't be more impeccable.

warnings: none, just pure fluff

"PIERRE."

Your boyfriend snapped into reality at your words, blinking a few times before clearing his throat. “Yes?”

“You’re staring,” You chuckled from across the table. “It’s too obvious.” You sighed, tilting your head to the side and pulling that oh-so-cute-pout that he loved so much.

Your boyfriend smirked at you. “How could I not stare when my own woman is so beautiful?”

A cherry tint covered the maknaes cheeks at Pierre's flirtiness as you playfully slapped his hand, laughing after.

You really did look beautiful though, with a few strands of your soft hair pulled back behind your ear, your sparkling eyes and pretty eyelashes. Poerre really has to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

You and him had just become official couple a few months prior but loved each other for much longer.

Basically, he walked into your room the other night at almost midnight telling you he couldn’t sleep and had too much on his mind, that being his feelings for you.

You pulled the older into bed with you, wrapping his arms around him and whispering, “Are you feeling sleepier, Pierre?” which had made his heart burst with love.

Minutes later he had whispered your name which resulted in you turning around to face his pretty eyes staring right into yours. All weight was lifted off both his and your shoulders when he confessed to you.

Pierre had smiled so wide, the guy so relieved that his love, the love of his life, loved him too. You two had ended that night with a deep and emotional kiss, butterflies erupting in both of your stomachs. Feeling so loved.

No one would ever considered the F1 driver as someone who's actually very sweet and romantic. But he proved you wrong. In every way this could possibly happen.

From then on, the two of you had been secretly stealing kisses, holding hands, and being affectionate thinking the other people of the F1 teams didn't know about you secret relationship. Except Daniel, of course.

You informed your best friend about basically everything that happened.

But in reality, they did know because of how obvious you really acted. In fact, they thought you were cute as hell too.

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[daisybianca]

pairing: pierre gasly x femalereader

summary: pierre comforts you after the worst nightmare ever.

warnings: fluff, mentions of death and blood scenes, anxiety

YOUR WEAK AND unsteady voice was all Pierre could hear and pay attention to at the moment. "I watched you getting crashed by the car, you face and hands c-covered in blood," Your voicing breaking audibly on the word 'blood', "Then I-I ran to you but they g-grabbed me and wouldn't let me enter the…" You were interrupted as your tears overcame you again.

Pierre hushed you and tucked your head under his neck, rocking you back and forth as best as he could lying down and still tangled in the blanket.

He knew what you had been trying to say. That he witnessed him getting killed on the track. And he also knew that was one of your worst nightmares.

You adored it when Pierre did what he loved most to do... but still. You were so, so scared for your boyfriend.

Pierre thought that it would be utterly unendurable if the situation was reversed and he was the one being forced to witness your death. But that would never happen anyway.

"Don't worry, love, it was just a dream. Just a dream, that's all. I'm okay. Nothing is going to happen because I'm always very, very careful." He reassured you, but knowing that you would have an objection to his statement, Pierre corrected myself. "Yes. I am careful. I promised to be when we first met and I always keep my promises. Especially when it comes to you."

You nodded in agreement and tried to stop the flow of tears, your body still pressed tightly against hus.

Not that he minded of course.

No, not one bit.

Hia hands continued their patterns along your back, his lips still kissing along your hair.

Soon, your tears would stop and you would lapse back into slumber, and he would remain alert, insuring no more bad dreams could enter your mind tonight.

It's the least he could do.

And, as you slept, he found himself praying to whatever God was listening to let his (y/n) make it out of this mess and never have such a dream again.

You deserved as much.

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[daisybianca]

WAG VIBES

pairing: pierre gasly x femalereader

summary: you're down with the flu and your whole body is burning up with a fever. fortunately enough, your boyfriend is just there to take care of you.

warnings: mostly fluff, tiny mentions of sex

PIERRE SLOWLY FOLDED the blanket over, uncovering your disgruntled expression with your brows slightly furrowed together. Strands of hair stuck to your sweating face, you breathed through your mouth heavily, your chest heaving up and down.

You could sense your body burn like a scorching fire.

With the small portion of moonlight that seeped through window curtains, illuminating your face, Pierre could make out your frantic eyes moving behind closed eyelids.

He gently placed his hand over your moistened forehead, recoiling it back almost immediately the moment your skins made contact.

“Shit, you’re burning up again.”

He gently tried to scoop you up in a better position, seeing how uncomfortable you were curled up into a ball, latching onto a pillow, with the towel on your forehead leaving a wet spot on the same pillow you were clutching.

Your constant squirming the past hour did not go unnoticed by him. He made sure to check up on you every few minutes, regularly taking your temperature and changing the wet towel folded over your forehead.

He tried to wake you up, only to receive incoherent noises coming from you.

“The beds, we need twelve beds,” You mumbled lowly but seeing how inaudibly you had said it, made Pierre second-guess what he had heard.

“We’ll buy them tomorrow,” He coaxed you, pulling you up into a seating position.

“No, we need them now,” You pulled yourself up drowsily, holding Pierre's arm to support your body, and leaning your head against the headboard, your eyes still half-closed.

He gently stroked your hair, successfully calming you down as he continued to pour sweet words into your ear. “It’s fine, it’s just a feverish dream, Love.”

A loud, scratching sound resounded throughout the silent room as Pirrre dragged the basin filled with water from the bedside table.

Weirdly enough, the scratching sound meshed perfectly with the sounds of droplets from what you could only make out as Pierre squeezing a towel into the basin, you slowly blinked yourself back into sleep accompanied with the calming sounds, echoing endlessly on your mind.

You could feel yourself succumbing into a peaceful sleep, no feverish thoughts over how many pillows and beds would fill your room, when suddenly, like a flicker of a light bulb switching on, your skin made in contact with something unimaginably, piercing cold.

You jumped from your place, pulling yourself out of what could have been a dreamless sleep. Yiu recoiled your arm that made in contact with the freezing towel Pierre held in his hands.

“It’s alright, it’s just me,” He whispered calmly, returning to what he was previously doing, and smothering you with that damned towel, sending goosebumps down your arms.

He continued to wipe your fevered skin, despite numerous whines and cries from you.

“Pierre, I feel fine. Just stop, it’s cold,” You murmured in a raspy voice as courtesy from all the persistent coughing that had had you exhausted all day.

“You’re not fine, you can barely talk,” He frowned. “And I told you not to put the blankets over your head.”

“It was cold.”

He grabbed the thermometer beside him and pushed it into your mouth, not even waiting more than a minute when it dinged loudly.

“One-Oh-Four, Eighteen. Godh, youre burning up, baby.” He dipped the towel back into the freezing water, wiping your body, starting with your face, then your neck, and chest.

Yoy looked at his focused impression, how gentle and kind he was being with you. With a flat look, you didn’t want him getting ideas. “Hey Pierre, remember that time-”

He groaned, irritated as if he’d encountered that start of the sentence one too many times. “Yes, I remember that time when I didn’t finish our school project. That happened over seven years ago.” He said dryly, slightly narrowing his eyes, resembling somewhat of a glare.

“Good. Even though you’re being nice to me, I still don’t forgive you for that,” Pierre tried to hide his grin somehow. “Just so you know.” You added with a smile.

“I tried to pay you for that,” He grumbled.

“You were seven years late. All you had to do was assemble a toy car, how hard could it be?” You huffed a breath. “And that way you wouldn’t have needed to pay.”

You plopped the wet towel over your face, pressing it to its surface with your hands as it slowly grew warm. You knitted your eyebrows together at the sudden loss of Pierre's touch. “Why’d you stop?”

You kept your face under the wet towel, flipping it over to take advantage of the other side’s coolth. Your body slowly grew warm and uncomfortable.

“The water’s warm, I’ll get cold water,”

“No,” You lengthened the words out, wiping your sweat-infused face with the towel.

He sighed, “Do you want me to get you an Advil?”

“Yes please,” You barely uttered out, suddenly feeling drowsy.

You held your arms out inaudibly telling him to carry you. He did so and softly lifted you up without a hassle.

You two headed for the kitchen, with you leaning your head on his chest.

“We're still not done talking about my toy car.” You mumbled quietly.

“I think we are,” He said, trying to dodge another argument about that stupid toy car.

“I want one on our wedding. I won’t marry you without one,” You blinked innocently up at him.

He sighed. “I don’t get why you’re still not over this. I tried to pay you.”

“You paid me seven years late! My dad berated me every day to get you to pay your part of the project.”

“I am this close to letting go of you right now if you talk about that damned car one more time. My arms are the only ones keeping you from falling,” He loosened his hold on you, making you tighten your hold on his neck.

“You won’t do that,” You snuggled closer to him, brushing your cheek across his chest. “You love me too much. I mean how can you not?” She said haughtily, “I’m basically the sugar, the spice, and everything nice that’s happened in your life.”

“You got spice right,” He narrowed his eyes at you. “You were a little shit.” His french accent pronounced and you couldn't help but adjust a smile on your lips.

You giggled as a memory of a young, red, and crying Pierre resurfaced. You remembered that day vividly because you had tricked Pierre into eating a chili pepper, as long as you ate one as well. Except you faked eating it, leading to horrifying puddles of Pierre's vomit.

“You were the little shit,” You giggled more, “I was taller than you were.”

“I really hate you sometimes, (y/n).” He had a frown imminent on his face, but you smiled and shook you head. You placed herself in between the crook of his neck, your breathing making the little hairs on his nape stand up.

“Still better than hating me all the time.”

“But you still love me, right?” He asked you worriedly.

“Mhm,” You buried your nose in his hair, resulting in more goosebumps coming from him as your hot skin came in contact with his.

“You’re turning hot.”

You didn’t respond and laid quietly in his arms, eyes closed, taking comfort from the sounds of his footsteps creaking against the hardwood floor. Unexpectedly, he comes into an abrupt halt, followed by a switch clicking. You groaned at the sudden brightness overtaking your senses, your eyes blinked furiously before getting used to the light and opening your eyes.

He set you down on a chair, opening several cabinets looking for an Advil, whilst he waited for the basin to fill. You gaped at Pierre, amazed with how patient and gentle he was with you once again. His shirt was wet with several spots fully clinging to his skin, his shorts slowly slipping from his hips, and his eyes were filled with dark bags underneath from staying up taking care of you.

He peeled a banana, placing it in a plate and cutting it into seven equal pieces, before embedding an Advil into one of them. Throwing, the towel into the basin, Pierre carried the plate with one hand and the basin on his left.

He placed the plate in front of you, squeezing again into the towel he held for your forehead to cool down. You was slack jawed, the man you were staring at before her, was nothing like the boy you had met years ago.

You couldn’t believe that this was the same guy that used to steal youe food, rummage through your bags, and talk so loud that you could’ve sworn you eardrums would burst.

You would think that you cousins or relatives would be the last people you would ever wed with. But no, you couldn’t believe that this man, before you, was the same man you vowed to never speak with, let alone love.

“Stop staring,” He told you as he wiped your face with the glacial towel he held, but you couldn’t care less. Alll you felt was Pierre's warm fingers grasping your burning cheeks.

Yoy gave him a sweet, saccharine smile and kissed his jaw.

He grumbled, not looking pleased. “I told you not to get yourself sick.”

You smiled at him with one thought lingering on your mind; ‘I was definitely sickly in love.'

But you didn't say it. You didn't let yourself spell the words.

"I want to give you something." Pierre's words were almost inaudibly as if he didn't want anybody else to hear him speaking. "Wait for me, baby." Placing a peck on your forehead, he left for the bedroom and came back with a small, pink envelope in his hands.

He kneeled in front of you. "It's been a few years since I wanted to give you this." Pierre said, referring to the envelope he held.

"What is it?" Your eyes narrowed.

"You'll see." He placed the envelope on your thighs and sat next to you.

Opening the envelope, a white letter showed up and you struggled to unwrapp it,but you finally managed.

It was Pierre's messy and creative handwriting. You were sure of that.

You red the date on the corner. It was a few years ago. The year you two had met.

Glancing at your boyfriend, he smiled encouragingly at you and you went on with rhe letter.

Can you love the sun?

Is it possible to love something even though it could burn you?

Her name is (y/n) (y/l/n). She is the sun of my universe. She is, without a doubt, the smartest girl in school. We’d known each other since elementary school though we didn’t talk much. I guess you could say we didn’t really meet until our freshmen year of high school.

I remember it was the day of football tryouts. I was sitting on the bleachers and felt as if someone had stuck their hand in my chest and squeezed. I thought to myself, is this it? Is this how I die?

“Hey, Pierre. Are you okay?” A voice to my left said. I turned in their direction and found (y/n) looking back at me. She was still in the school uniform, a white button up, and forest green pleated skirt. Her natural, wavy hair was out of the regulation bun and fanned out from her face, framing it beautifully.

“I’m dying.” I somehow had the strength to say. Even as I felt like I was dying, I was struck by how pretty she looked with her hair down.

She shifted on her feet. “I think you’re having a panic attack.” She sat next to me. “I need you to take a deep breath for me.”

“But… I can’t breathe.” I said between gasps.

She half smiled, the left corner of her lip pulled upward. “If you’re talking, you can breathe. Now, come on. Deep breath for me. In through your nose.”

I did as she said. Breathed in as deep as I could, filling my lungs with air. She did the same.

“And out,” she said. She pursed her lips, letting the air out slowly. I followed her lead.

She breathed in. I breathed in. She breathed out. I breathed out.

She kept it up for a few minutes, reminding me how to breathe again. Finally, and thankfully, my heart stopped trying to pound its way out of my chest and I could take solid breaths that didn’t feel like I was breathing through a straw.

“Thank you,” I said, wishing there was more that I could say since thank you didn’t seem like enough.

“It’s okay,” she said. She put her hand on my cheek and looked into each of my eyes. “You should take it easy. Go to the nurse or something.”

I looked away from her. I didn’t want to deal with this right now. I needed to get on the field and earn my spot on the junior varsity football team. It was all I ever wanted.

“I can’t,” I told her simply. “I’ll be fine.”

She eased my face back to hers. “You’ll be fine, but for how long?” I couldn’t afford to ask those types of questions. I wasn’t about to let anything stand in the way between me and my dream.

“Thanks for everything,” I told her.

She nodded. “Take care of yourself.” She brushed her skirt and stood to leave.

As I watched her go, I felt cold without her near me. Empty. As if I was watching the sun fall out of the sky. Only seconds had passed, and yet I missed her already.

What was happening to me?

You blinked. Twice while re-reading the last words of the letter.

"You kept a journal?" You voice came out weaker than you'd like.

"No, not really." He said and you somehow felt better now. His words had turned your fever into something that wasn't even important anymore. "I just wrote down everything that sticked out to me."

"And that sticked out to you?"

"Of course. That was our official first conversa-"

Pierre's words were interrupted by your lips colliding with his.

Grabbing your back gently, he oulled you closer, pulling you into his lap.

You almost forgot you had a fever but unfortunate Pierre was there to remind you. "Jesus, I think I have a fever too now." He looked at you and you could feel something just under your ass. Pierre approached even nearer and pressed his lips to your ear. "Once that virus gets the fuck out of your system, you're all mine, baby." He kissed you and the eye contact turning your stomach into a rollercoaster.

Your boyfriend was kind, sweet and offered you princess treatment when around with other people. On the other hand, when you two were in private, things got heavier. More... more Pierre's style.