The Leclerc siblings were sitting in their shared suite having a coffee on thursday morning. "I need more coffee." Y/n said waddling over to the coffee machine. "Are you gonna put clothes on? Like at all today?" Arthur laughed. "These are my pyjamas, of course I'm going to get dressed" Y/n had been walking around in pyjama shorts and a bralette. "Well, do it quickly" Charles shouted. "I will do it in my own time, thank you very much." Charles rolled his eyes at his sister. She sat back down on the couch next to Arthur and put the coffee on the table. "So Y/n, seeing anyone new?" Arthur said, pulling his sister into a hug. Y/n laughed, then started tickling him, "Nope, no men". Arthur start to fight his sister back and before Charles could even blink they were full on wrestling. Y/n was shrieking with laughter and the two youngest completely missed the knock on the door. "You two are actually toddlers" Charles laughed, getting up to answer the door. "Hey mate, come in, the puppies are just playing" Charles said, allowing Pierre to come into the living room. Arthur and Y/n were completely unaware that someone else had entered their room, still very loudly laughing. Arthur had Y/n pinned, and was tickling her. She was shrieking and writhing, Arthur was taunting Y/n "Huh, not nice when someone does it to you, huh? Little Princess doesn't like a taste of her own medicine?" Pierre laughed, "What's going on here?" Both the youngest Leclerc's sat straight up. "Pierre, mate, what's up," Arthur jumped up to give him a bro hug, then let out a laugh, "Mate, what happened to your neck? Did you get attacked by a vacuum cleaner". Pierre laughed, "Yeah man, was doing a bit of cleaning, what can I say". Y/n stood up, "Is there a euphemism I'm missing?" she laughed, waving hello to Pierre. "Those things on his neck are called hickies, means Pierre was getting down and dirty with his new bitch" Charles laughed, "sometimes it amazes me how innocent you are, LP". Y/n rolled her eye, firstly because Charles had technically just called her a bitch, and secondly Charles would kill them both if he knew those marks were from her. "Okay, with that, I'm going to get changed. Enjoy your dirty talk boys" Y/n chuckled and left the room.
"So, Pierre, tell us about this chick then" Arthur laughed. "Yeah first you're fucking her in your drivers room and now you're coming to race weekend looking like you got in a fight" Charles slapped Pierre on the back. "Bro, I didn't fuck her in my drivers room, but she's amazing" Pierre was smiling wide. "I mean she's gorgeous, she's intelligent, I genuinely think she's it for me." Charles gasped, "Not Pierre Gasly, Mr. One Night Stand, saying he wants to settle down." Arthur was laughing, "Dude, I genuinely don't think you've dated a girl for more than a week and not gotten bored." Pierre felt like he was fighting for his life, if these two knew they were talking about their sister, they would not be happy. It was true, he had quite a promiscuous history with women, but he wasn't lying about Y/n. She made him feel different. I mean yes he wanted to sleep with her, but he would happily wait forever if it made her happy. "I haven't even fucked her yet man" Arthur and Charles were laughing. "If that how she leaves you, after not fucking she must be dirty, that's gonna be the fuck of your life." Charles cackled. Y/n had walked out at that exact moment, "Charlie, what the fuck. Don't say that shit". Charles held his hands up muttering "sorry," over and over. "Right, shall we head off?" Pierre said clapping his hands. The two brothers walked casually to their rooms to get their bags. "Y/n, I'm sorry," Pierre said pulling her to him quickly. "P, don't worry about it" Y/n said quickly kissing him before putting a good deal of distance between them. "We have to be careful" she whispered. "Be careful with what" Arthur said as he walked into the room. "Y/n nearly knocked over her coffee because I shoved her a little" Pierre retorted quickly. "Pierre, why are you pushing my sister?" Charles said as he re-entered. "She called me Baguette Bitch, why do you guys always talk shit about me being french, you're all basically french." Pierre was good at lying. All three Leclerc's held there chest and gasped. "Watch it frenchie" Y/n said "Get in the car before Y/n kicks your arse" Arthur laughed, pushing Pierre out the door. "I'd like to see the little girl try" Pierre said winking at Y/n.
Media day was hectic as everyone expected. Friday rolled around and FP1 and 2 were pretty uneventful. Y/n hadn't even seen Pierre at all. Ferrari had her running around like a lunatic, filming tiktoks, handing things out to fans, showing paddock guests around. She was finally given a break, 30 minutes before Quali, she was sitting with Charlotte and Isa about to have her salad, while the other two girls laughed at how their boyfriends looked like minions. Y/n's phone chimed in her pocket.
Pierre
Do you have 10 minutes?
I literally just got given a break
Come meet me
Come through the back door and up the stairs to my driver room
Coming
"Cover for me? I need to go follow up on something from Milan" Y/n muttered to Charlotte, before standing up and speeding out of Ferrari. She very quickly maneuvered into Alpha Tauri and quietly knocked on Pierres door. A hand reached out and pulled her in, shutting the door very quickly. "I hate that you're so close to me all weekend, but so far away" Pierre whispered stroking her hair and pulling her close. "I know it's hard" Y/n said kissing his cheek. "I have something for you" Pierre said turning around. He handed her the pink tumbler, which was full of coffee. "This is very sweet Pierre!" Y/n said smiling, "How can I repay you?" she said with a smirk, sipping on her coffee. "Hmmm, you could give me a sip?" Pierre smiled. Y/n turned the straw around to face him, and when he went to take a sip, she pulled away the straw and kissed his already pursed lips. "Well, that works too" Pierre laughed. Y/n backed away from him, until she hit the wall opposite the door. "I think you deserve a few more, no?" she smirked. Pierre practically pounced at her. His hands were on either side of her head, pinning her against the wall. His lips met her and he pushed closer to her. His hands traced down her sides, stopping at her hips. "Jump" Pierre said, Y/n pulled away and looked at Pierre, "What". "Jump, I'll catch you, I mean, if you're comfortable" Pierre asked looking her in the eyes, Y/n nodded and jumped. Pierre's hand found her arse, her legs locked around him, and he had her pushed right up against the wall. Her hands fiddled with the hem of his top, pulling it up. "Off" she muttered against his lips and he happily obliged. Y/n could feel Pierre's boner pressing against her, her hand travelled down towards it, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her, "No Princesse, not here, and I want to touch you first, not the other way around." Y/n blushed red, but nodded okay. The kiss was so passionate, she'd never been kissed like that before. Y/n's hands found a place in Pierre's hair and she pulled on it slightly making him moan, which made her giggle. Pierre retaliated by squeezing her arse hard. This made her moan. Loudly. "Pierre, why did you do that" she squealed. "Did you not like it?"He said concerned. "I liked it a lot, maybe too much, made me uh horny? or turned on? Idk" she muttered quietly. "Lets see if you like this?" He started nibbling on her ear. "Mhmm, Pierre, I like that". At that second Pierre's door flew open. He immediately shielded her with his body. "Again, Pierre! Oh my god" Yuki shouted. Then he started making sex sounds "ohhhh Pierre, just like that baby! Let me see what she looks like man, I've already seen you fucking twice." Pierre looked down at Y/n and she shook her head in panic. She mouthed "He'll tell Charles". Pierre pulled the finger at Yuki, not moving from his place in front of her, "Fuck off, Yuki, Get the fuck out!" Yuki laughed and slammed the door behind him. "I'm sorry baby" Pierre whispered. "This is getting risky" Y/n muttered. "Yeah, let's smuggle you out."
Y/n was watching Quali with Charlotte. Q3 was had 4 minutes left, there was time for at least a couple more flying laps. Pierre had done remarkably well, he and Yuki were in the top ten. Pierre sitting at P4 and Yuki at P9. Charles was on pole as well. When the timer ran out, Pierre was sitting P3. Yuki's engineer came over the radio, "That P9 for you Yuki, and P3 for Pierre, we're in for a good fight tomorrow." Yuki laughed back over the radio, "I guess Pierre's new pre-race tactic is working," the engineer came back of the radio, "repeat please?" Yuki was cackling, "Pierre has this new pre-race ritual, I caught him prepping twice, or should I say fuc-". The engineer quickly shut the radio off. Charlotte was staring at Y/n. Y/n's face was covered in shock. She mouthed "we weren't, I promise" but the anxiety and tears were building in her eyes. "I'm going back to the hotel, tell Charles I felt sick", she grabbed her bag and fled the paddock. She got an uber from the paddock and as soon as she arrived at the suite, she threw herself onto the bed, and cried. She was so embarrassed, and mortified. Everyone thought of her as some type of play thing for Pierre. Even if they didn't know it was specifically her. She was sobbing for hours. When Arthur got home he heard his sister in the other room. "Y/n, Omg, what's going on. You need to breath. CHARLES, CHARLES, COME HERE", Charles had only just come through the door when he heard Arthur shouting. "What, what's going on?" Charles said powering through the door. "I can't get her to calm down" Arthur said kneeling next to Y/n. "Little Princess, what's wrong?" Charles asked. "I - Pierre -I -I" she stuttered out. "Is this about what Yuki said over the radio?" Charles asked. Y/n just nodded. "I- I'm going to- to the gym" She mumbled, "I'll be- I'll be back late".
5 minutes later, Pierre opened his door to find a tear stained Y/n, stood there, sniffing and whimpering. "Can I stay here tonight?" she asked timidly. "Absolutely" Pierre said quietly as his phone dinged. He ignored it simply holding the broken girl.
CHARLES (Calamar🐙)
Mate, I think my little sister has a crush on you
She's crying because you're fucking someone
Just let her down easy if she says anything about it