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Cocoa
Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader
Warnings: soft boyfriend!pierre, reader is insistent on this one thing, the couch is getting some action, thigh riding, penetrative sex (P in V), choking.
Word Count: 1,638
Author's Note: don't get upset, pierre lowkey gives me the ick so this is my public serve act of the month - writing him :)
merry smutmas series
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You have your boyfriend drive all around the city until you find the one thing you were looking for. When you finally find it, you decide you want something else.
The noise pulls him away from the simulator, Pierre could hear your grumbling as he made his way to the kitchen. "Mon amour, que se passe-t-il ? Qu'est-ce que tu cherches?" (My love, what's going on? What are you looking for?) He asked as he leant on the wall, arms folded over his chest.
Your back was to the man, "I'm fine." You tell him, sitting on the counter as you dug through the cupboards.
"Is something missing?" He walks over, standing by the counter as he watches you shuffle things around.
"I had this cocoa powder," you shut the door, shifting on the cold marble to face him. "It was in a red tin, I can't remember the name of it but I swear I left it in there."
Pierre's brows furrow, head tilted to the side. "You're sure you left it in there? And you didn't use it all?"
"No, I know I left it in there." You tell him, hopping off of the counter. Your boyfriend shrugs, "I could take you to the store to look some more, if you wanted."
"Okay," you nodded, "let's go."
He looks over at you, watching as you grab your coat. "Oh, now?" He points to the door and you nod, "yeah, come on."
Pierre smiles, shaking his head as he grabs his own coat and his car keys. Only you'd have him running around to look for cocoa powder. Knowing you, it had to be the specific brand you were looking for otherwise you wouldn't buy it.
You were particular like that - part of why Pierre loved you so much.
There you were, walking up and down every single aisle in the store, Pierre following behind you with the shopping cart. You had yet to find what you were looking for but your boyfriend managed to fill the cart up halfway with some bits and pieces he needed.
You were in the aisle with coffee, tea and other things like that. "What was it called again?" He asked, looking up and down the shelves.
"I have no idea," you admit, scanning the shelves for a red tin. Pierre hums, picking up something red. "Was it this?" He shows you, leaning on the handle of the shopping cart.
Looking over, you reach for the tin to get a better look at it. You read the label, looking at the picture. "No," you shook your head, "but I remember it had a picture of a reindeer on it, with some trees or something like that."
Pierre nods, "okay." He takes the tin from you, putting it back on the shelf. You look around some more and Pierre follows you into another aisle before you eventually call it quits and cash out.
Despite not finding the cocoa powder, you still ended up with a trunk full of stuff.
You two checked a few other stores, making your way from one end of the city to the other and you still did not find the thing you were looking for. You had gone as far as googling 'hot cocoa powder with reindeer and trees on packaging', scouring amazon, asking the workers in the store and no one had any idea what you meant or what you were looking for.
After coming out of the last store, you get back into the car - exhausted and you have given up. "Do you want to check anywhere else?" He asked you, looking over to you and you shook your head.
"I give up, Pierre." You sigh, making him chuckle. "But can you stop at the corner shop? I want a Red Bull.. oh and a Kit Kat."
Pierre smiles, "sure, love."
The man drives you towards the corner store, parking right outside before running into the store to pick up what you wanted. He returns a few minutes later, putting the bag into the back with the rest of the stuff before you head home.
Pierre brings the stuff into the house and you unpack it; that had been your deal since you moved in.
You find yourself putting away the stuff from the store, putting whatever had to go into the fridge, into the fridge before putting the rest of the stuff where it needed to go. There's one bag left, the one from the corner store.
Opening it, you take out the Kit Kat and then the Red Bull, but there's something else in the bag. A red tin with a picture of a reindeer in front of some trees.
It was the hot cocoa powder you were looking for.
You set the tin on the counter, running into the living room towards your boyfriend who sat on the couch. Pierre's caught off guard when you jump on him, sending him back on the couch. The man laughs, his arms around you as you sit on top of him.
"You found it!" You smile at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Figured I'd surprise you." He smiles, rubbing your hip. "I take it, it's the right one?"
"Yeah," you nod, leaning down to kiss him. Your hand rests on his jaw, Pierre's other hand finds your lower back, pulling you flat against him. His head tilts to the side when he feels your lips moving down to his neck.
"Wait," he says, pulling you back a bit. "Don't you want the hot-"
"I'm loving on you and you're stopping me to ask about hot chocolate?" You laughed, looking at your boyfriend like he was crazy.
He nods, "yeah you're right, that's wrong of me. Sorry." The man laughs, pulling you back in for a kiss.
His hands find your hips and you shift onto his thigh. He lifts his leg, the sudden change causes you to slide forward, rubbing against the fabric under you.
You rocked back and forth on his thigh as he kissed you, the two of you only separating for a moment to take your shirt off. Your hands made quick work on undoing the zipper on his hoodie, giving up halfway and pulling on it until he managed to take it off.
The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.
Pierre smiles, looking up at you sitting on his thigh. “What was that?” He teased and you shrug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your cheeks are red as you look away.
His eyes fixed on you, his hands guide you back and forth, slowly moving you faster with each push and pull. “So pretty,” he coos, pushing your hair back off your shoulders.
You nod, pushing down on his thigh a little harder. Your hands on his shoulder, nails digging into the back of them. That was gonna leave a mark.
Pierre flips you two over so you're laying on your back, under him. You look up at him, confused. “Wha- why’d you stop?”
Your boyfriend pulls your leggings off, tossing it behind him somewhere and you giggle. "Oh," you look at him, watching him as he pushes his own pants down.
Your legs are up on his shoulders when the man leans down to kiss you, pushing into you. Your hips jut towards him, body betraying you. His arm wrapped around your legs, holding them in place when he pushes in a little more, letting you take all of him.
Pierre can already feel you clench around him, “relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing your thigh.
You nod, chest rising and falling with each passing second, your boyfriend's hips dug into the back of your thighs. He watches as your face twists in pleasure, your own hand wrapped around his bicep and your nails dig into him.
"God-" you cut yourself off with a moan, the tip of his cock brushing against the one spot you really wanted it too. "That, do that again." You looked up at him and Pierre was certain he wasn't going to last much longer.
Hair framing your face, the light reflecting off of your skin, the way your back arched and your chest pressed to his.
Pierre thought he had died and gone to heaven; you were an angel on earth.
He leans down to kiss you again, muffling your moans in the process. His lips against yours when he speaks; "just like that baby, c'mon."
“Gonna cum-” you barely get out between strangled moans. Pierre moves one of his hands, letting it wrap around your throat.
You were so close, on the edge of cumming. His hand slips between the two of you, thumb pressing your clit, rubbing on it and his thrusts were the same as before
Your hand wraps around his wrist, he squeezes at your neck a little harder, your legs dropping from his shoulders to back around his waist. Between him fucking you and his fingers on your clit; you were seeing stars right now, vision blurry and your head tossed back, his name fell from your lips like a prayer.
Pierre laid flat against you now, his face buried in your neck. Your hand rubbing along his bare, skin sticky and warm. "Babe," you whispered, the man moving around a bit.
"Hm?"
"Can you go warm up some milk for me?" You asked and Pierre laughs, his chest vibrating against yours. "Yeah, baby. Sure." He gets up, putting his boxers on before walking to the kitchen.
You watch from the couch, smiling to yourself as he fills a pot with some milk and sets it on the stove. Wrapping the throw blanket around yourself, you walk to the kitchen and hug your boyfriend from the side. He leans, his arm wrapped around you when he kisses your head.
"You're the best," you tell him, smiling at him. "I know," he says and you laugh, smacking him on the side.
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Hey!! Your blog says taking requests for any f1 driver and I’m not sure if that includes the 2023 grid but if so could I please request 1 and 10 from your prompt list with Logan Sargeant? Maybe like a “morning after” type thing?
If you don’t write for Logan feel free to choose someone else! + ofc change this however to your liking
Lots of love 💋
Sunshine
Pierre Gasly x reader
Hi tysm for the request :`D
I'm sorry it took so long
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Barely awake, you saw a figure. You couldn't tell who it was but he was at first but then saw the brown messy hair, realising it's your best friend Pierre. He was shirtless and you were for sure bare naked under the covers.
Did you two fuck?
Holy crap. You two definitely fucked. You tried to remember what happened last night but all you remember are little flashes in your head. Last thing you could remember, it was Pierre's birthday party. You two were taking shots with Charles and Yuki. Next thing you remember were flashes of when you two did it.
While you were figuring it out, he tossed and turned around. "Y/n?" He groaned in confusion. "good morning" he said as he rubbed his face.
"did we fuck?" You asked. "Probably" he answered calmly. You got up and sat on the bed. You could see yourself in the giant mirror hung on the wall; your hair was a mess and your neck was covered in hickeys and bites. "You really messed me up haven't you?" You laughed. "You look so fucking good right now" he blurted out. You raiseed your eyebrows at him as you turned red. "Thanks"
"I'm going to go make breakfast" he got up and put his shorts back on. "Pancakes sounds good for you?"
"mhm" you got up to find your clothes, which was just gone. Nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to borrow one of Pierre's. going into Pierre's closet, you were overwhelmed with clothes. Then one of them caught your eye. It was his blue alpha tauri sweater; you quickly put in on and head downstairs. You saw him in the kitchen and sneaked up on him. "Holy shit you scared me!" He jumped. "Smells really good, is it ready yet?"
"should be done by now"
You brought the plates to the table and sat down. As he also sat down he look at the sweater, "wait is that my sweater?"
"mhm" you hummed while eating the pancakes. He laughed at you as you devoured the pancakes. "You look so good in my sweater you're just.. so gorgeous." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach start going crazy. "Don't stare at me like that, " he chuckled.
"maybe we should fuck again, this time I'll make sure you remember."
Je t’aime trop fort Pierre c’est même plus drôle 😐 🤭
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