F1 Reader Inserts

Playboy || PG10

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x mechanic!fem!reader
Warnings: bad language, alcohol, violence
Request: He's a playboy & party animal. She shows up at the same party. He's immediately interested. Trying to seduce her but she's tough. At some point she makes a comment about his last race. Then he finds out that she knows a whole lot about racing. People tell him that she got dumped by another playboy who she met at illegal street racing event when they both participated. Now she despise all the playboys but the F1 driver takes it as a challenge to prove that he's way better than her ex.

Pierre slapped Charles' chest as he draped an arm over his friend's shoulders. "Who's that?" He pointed a ringed finger to the dance floor where you were dancing alone, eyes closed and hips swaying sensually to the beat.

Charles laughed and shook his head as he saw who Pierre was looking at. "Don't bother, mate. She's not interested."

Pierre watched you start to sashay your way to the bar with an empty glass and swallowed the last mouthful of his own drink. "We'll see about that," he said with a wink before following your path.

"Hennessy on the rocks," you ordered above the music. You probably should have mixed it with something but you weren't in the right state of mind to think about the consequences. You only wanted to get drunk fast.

"Make that two," Pierre said as he stepped into the narrow space beside you, half his body pressing against yours. "Put 'em on my tab."

You dragged your eyes over the man and knew his type in an instant. Self-assured and cocky, the top buttons of his shirt hanging open to show the sun-kissed skin beneath. Yeah, you didn't need another guy like him in your life. "I can get my own drink, thanks."

"An independent woman, I can appreciate the sentiment," he said with a smirk that promised a whole lot of fun between the sheets. "Do you have a name? Or should I just call you Beautiful."

"Wow, does that line actually get you laid?"

"Ask me again in the morning."

You grabbed your drink from the bar top and turned your back as you rolled your eyes, making your way through the crowd to lose yourself in the music once more. When you chose your spot in the midst of the other dancers you weren't expecting to feel an arm curl around your waist, or to see that it belonged to Pierre. Most men knew to keep away.

"You must have hit your head pretty hard when you crashed last weekend," you said as you looked down at his hand splayed across your abdomen. Rings adorned his fingers and thick veins popped along his muscled forearm before disappearing under his rolled up sleeves. "Or, you're just not very bright."

"So you know who I am," he chuckled in your ear and you tipped your head back to meet his eyes.

"So you don't know who I am." Your laugh was taunting and you hoped it would send him off with his tail between his legs but he seemed to be even more intrigued. "I've been with guys like you, Gasly. Playboys with fast cars only want a pretty face in the passenger seat, and that just doesn't do it for me."

"Then what does?"

His lips were only an inch from yours and you realised your bodies were still moving to the beat, his chest flush with your back. Turning to face him, you planted your palm in the centre of his chest and felt a chain of a necklace tucked under his shirt.

"You'll never know," you whispered as your breath kissed the shell of his ear before pushing him away. "Goodnight, Pierre."

"À bientôt, Beautiful," he replied with a smirk as he held his drink up. "I'll see you soon."

"I told you so." Charles had watched his friend leave the dancefloor alone and shook his head when Pierre arrived back at his side. "Not. Interested."

"That one was feisty, but I would argue she was very much interested." Pierre took a sip of his drinked and inhaled sharply at the burn of the straight alcohol. "Jesus," he coughed before stealing Charles' cocktail. When his chest was no longer on fire, and the taste was washed away with the fruity mix, he jutted his head in your direction. "So, what's her deal?"