Mocha with a shot of espresso, skim and almond milk
Fish and chips, hot dog
Beef tenderloin, chicken parmesan, tomato roasted garlic pie and ham carbonara
Club soda
Served by Arthur Leclerc please <3
Sure Darling ♥️
Arthur Leclerc|
Burning Curves
Pairing Arthur leclerc × fem reader
Warning smut, arguments, rough
Mocha enemies to lover (rivals) shot of espresso Rough sex skim milk dry humping almond milk vaginal sex Fish and chips hickeys hot dog size kink Beef tenderloin “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” chicken parmesan “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” tomato roasted garlic pie “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” ham carbonara “It’s hot when you talk back” Club soda pillow talk
"My lover's got humor..." and "I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife" feel exactly like two people who hate how much they want each other.. don't they darlin?
The Monaco sun blazed down on the narrow circuit, but nothing burned hotter than the rivalry between Arthur Leclerc and Y/N — two of the most aggressive drivers in the Formula 2 paddock.
From the very first race of the season, their tension had been magnetic — dangerous. She was quick, ruthless, calculating. He was fiery, relentless, impossibly talented. And neither could stand the other.
Not publicly, anyway.
Every press conference was a battle of thinly veiled insults. Every overtaking move felt personal. And every time they ended up on the podium together, the air crackled like static.
Everyone in the paddock thought they hated each other. Everyone believed it was just venom, just rivalry.
They were half right.
Race Day – Monaco GP
Lap 27. Tight chicane. Both gunning for P2. Arthur made a bold dive. She didn’t yield — she never did.
They collided.
Carbon fiber exploded in the air. Wheels locked. Screams erupted from radios. The crowd gasped.
Double DNF.
Arthur stormed from his wrecked car, helmet still on. Y/N ripped hers off as she climbed out, eyes locked on him like daggers. No words exchanged. Just fire.
She followed him. Cameras caught it — her storming through the garage. But not what came next.
Arthur’s Driver Room – Moments Later
He slammed the door behind him, pacing like a caged animal. He hadn’t even taken his suit off when the door burst open again.
Y/N.
Soaked in sweat, still in her race suit, hair messy and lips parted with pure fury.
“You absolute idiot,” she hissed. “What the hell was that?”
Arthur whirled around. “Me? You cut me off.”
“You dove like a desperate rookie.”
“You left the door wide open!”
“You’re unbelievable!”
They were shouting now. Close. Too close. The room felt like it shrank.
"You ruin everything, Leclerc."
"Only because you can't handle me getting ahead of you."
"I'd rather DNF than let you win!"
"Funny. Because you just did."
Her hand shoved his chest. Hard. He grabbed her wrist before she could do it again.
“Let go,” she spat, breath hot.
“Make me,” he said low, voice thick.
The pause was electric. Tension snapped like a whip.
Then, chaos.
Lips crashed. Bodies collided harder than their cars had. It wasn’t soft or sweet — it was months of repressed heat and grudges spilling out between gasps and groans. Gloves dropped. Zippers yanked. She pushed him against the wall. He didn’t fight it.
Her back hit the door with a thud as his mouth found her neck. “Still hate me?” he muttered, voice raspy.
“More than ever,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
He dug his thick fingers into her upper arms, coalescing his desires into a single guttural rumble. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
Her eyes flashed. Her chest heaved. She loved it. She had dreamed of this all those nights that she spent alone. Her legs spread for him. Her hips thrust up to meet his. His hands slid down towards her waist, then lower still. He grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard. He was rough and she wanted it. She wanted more.
She whispered in his ear. He could feel her breath on his skin. “I won’t apologize for marking you up. Everyone should know you’re taken.”
His cock throbbed. He wanted her. He wanted to ravage her. He wanted to leave his mark all over her body. She eyed Arthur’s sizable bulge as he tightened his hands against her ass. She desperately wished for his hands to replace the fabric that was between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his long, hard length pressing into her stomach. Arthur Leclerc was finally ready to fuck her — and she could not wait.
Arthur’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her against him. She gasped, her nails raking down his back. “I don’t want anyone else,” she panted. “No one else can make me feel like you do.”
Arthur growled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. “It’s hot when you talk back,” he grunted, his lips crashing onto hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her, dominating her. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, feeling his hardness against her stomach.
He ground against her, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, thick and hard, pressing into her. She moaned, her hips bucking to meet his, their clothes creating a frustrating barrier. He pulled away from her lips, his teeth clamping down on her neck, sucking hard. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her as he marked her.
His hands roamed her body, squeezing, gripping, possessive. He left her neck, his mouth trailing down to her collarbone, biting and sucking until she was sure he’d leave a mark. She didn’t care. She wanted everyone to see. To know she was his.
He pushed her back against the table, his body pinning hers. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, grinding against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting more friction, more pressure. He obliged, his hips moving faster, harder. She could feel her panties growing wet, her body aching for him. He was big, and he knew it. He used it, rubbing himself against her, teasing her with what was to come. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching. He was going to make her come, right here, right now, with nothing but his body and his words. She was close, so close. His hips moved faster, his teeth biting down on her neck, and she came undone, her body convulsing, her scream echoing through the Room.
He pulled back, his chest heaving, a savage grin on his face. She was breathless, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur, "Everyone gonna fucking know that you're mine now. You scream like that for anyone else, I'll kill them."
She smiled weakly, her body still trembling. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her upright, his other hand possessively on her hip.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction. He smiled down at her, his fingers tracing patterns on her thighs. "You're fucking incredible," he murmured. "I've never seen anyone come like that."
She blushed, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "It's been a while," she admitted. "And you're... impressive."
He chuckled, his fingers moving to unbutton her shirt. "I aim to please," he said, his eyes locked on hers. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the brutal intensity of their earlier encounter. She melted into him, her body responding to his touch, her hips arching up to meet his.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, his teeth nibbling at her flesh. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body arching under his. He moved lower, his tongue circling her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She gasped, her body writhing under his touch. He moved to her other breast, his hand squeezing the first, his fingers rolling her nipple between them. She was panting, her body on fire, her hips grinding against his.
He moved lower still, his tongue tracing patterns on her stomach, his fingers hooking into her waistband. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull her pants down, her panties following soon after. He tossed them aside, his eyes feasting on her naked body. He leaned down, his tongue tracing her inner thigh, his breath hot on her skin. She shivered, her body anticipating his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to make you come again," he promised, his voice a low growl. "And again. And again." He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit, his fingers parting her folds. She cried out, her body convulsing as he began to feast on her, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her wild.
His tongue worked her expertly, circling and flicking her clit until she was a writhing mess beneath him. She gripped his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot. She gasped, her body tensing as he brought her to the edge again.
"I want you inside me," she panted, pulling at his shirt. He looked up, a wicked grin on his face, and stood, quickly shedding his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as she stroked him.
He crawled over her, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him inside. He thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him, her walls clenching around him. He was big, and it was a delicious kind of pain, a sensation she craved.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. She met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his, their flesh slapping together, the room filled with the sound of their raw, primal fucking.
His hand snaked between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She gasped, her body tensing, her orgasm building. He felt it, his hips moving faster, harder, his fingers working her relentlessly. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around him, her walls milking his cock. He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he came with her, his hot seed spilling inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. She wrapped her arms around him, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
"I think you broke me," she murmured, her body boneless and spent.
He chuckled, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good. You're mine now. Don't forget it."
She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed. "As if I could."
He pulled her closer, his body spooning hers, his arm draped possessively over her hip. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, his voice a low murmur. "You're incredible. I've never had anyone like you."
She blushed, her body warming at his words. "Neither have I," she admitted, her voice soft. "You're... intense."
He chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her hip. "I aim to please," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And I plan on doing a lot more of that."
He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, his cock already stirring, ready for more. She smiled, her body responding to his touch, her hips arching back to meet his. The night was still young, and she was far from done with him.