F1-F4 one shots

Arthur Leclerc- Call me Sir

Requested by Hufflepuff4girl

55 call me sir, when we are alone.
83- hands behind your back, I want to tie you up tonight
84- Beg for it

Arthur can barely believe his eyes, he had invited you to visit the Prema garage and see the workings of his usual daily grind. But you have other ideas. You want to tease him and see how far you can take it.

You had promised your dad that you would behave, since you were about to see a few of his young drivers.
As you walk around and are able to catch up with a few of the red bull guys. "So how's your Pops?" Dennis asks you, hoping to get some goss.
But you are too wise for that and keep quiet on your old Pa, Christian.
Arthur looks at you, keeping an eye on you. Which you hate when he has to watch you, the dominant side of him comes out every so often. "So weird question do you not get in trouble for dating someone who isn't a red bull team driver?" Dennis asks, knowing it'll wind Arthur up. "From who? Dad or Marko?" Dennis laughs, watching Arthurs face change. "Both. Or are they trying to poach little Leclerc from the Ferrari side." You shake your head. "Their care, nor do they want to steal Arthur, not that I'm aware anyway. You should know that, they have such an annoying way of picking their preferred drivers. The only one I have annoyed them about is Rob. I think its a massive loss to the sport, if he doesn't get a chance." 

You hear Arthur sighing. He hates when you prefer other drivers over him. Just as Rob appears in the garage. "Oh hey Horner.." Rob hugs you, without even thinking about it. "Hiya.. Oh you smell amazing." You can feel Arthur's eyes burning into your back. So you openly flirt with Rob, touching his arm longer than is necessary. "Any closer to signing a deal with Red bull?" You ask him, again squeezing his arm. You pout when Robert shakes his head. "No. Are you sure you have told them about me leaving?" You are still pouting so Rob, flicks your bottom lip. "Do that again and I will bite it." Robert shakes his head. "No you won't... Owww. You actually bit me. Kiss it better now!!" Dennis seems to have disappeared leaving you and Rob flirting with each other. You know you will pay for it later if Arthur is around, but you are just too far into it now to back off. As Rob puts his finger to your lips again, you can't help but suck on it and biting your lip when he takes it out. "Fuck... Maybe I shouldn't go to Red Bull. I think we would get into too much trouble." You nod your head in agreement, hating that you can't just kiss him and do everything that you's used to talk about. All well before Arthur and you got together. But the mutual feelings are there. "Will you two stop talking in Russian.. We get it y/n you can talk a lot of languages." Arthur moans at you, sliding his arm around you. "But it's our thing... Don't hate on the language." Robert laughs, even more at Arthurs face he pulls. "Yeah sure. Sorry. I need to round up the ferrari boys for a photo. Can you grab everyone?" You look at Arthur and kiss him, trying to assert some sort of authority. He nods his head, before heading off to find everyone. You speak more to Rob as you wait for the guys. 

"I am actually gutted to be losing you Rob. I wish you would just stay another year." You tell him. But he shakes his head, laughing. "I know why you want me to stay. But you have Arthur for that now, no?" You nod your head. "But that isn't why I want you to stay, cheeky... And he doesn't seem as out there, you know." You make Rob laugh loudly. "You mean French vanilla then?" You nudge him in the ribs. "Will I need to give him hints? Tie you up, slam you against the wall and fuck you. Or make you beg for it?" You hear the guys coming up, not realising how close there were. But Arthurs face says it all. "I have everyone I think. Where do you want us boss?" He says, not making his usual jokes, or even smiling. "Be in one last photo, please?" You ask Rob, who loves his photo being taken. "Now no pleading with me... Y/n. We have heard you doing that plenty." Your eyes dart to Arthur, who looks furious now. "No. Is it not meant to just be the team now? Rob has stopped." You look at him. "One won't hurt Arthur." You bash his ego a little by putting down his suggestion in front of everyone. He refuses to smile for any photo. "Arthur please look happier.. non?" He shakes his head defiantly at you. "Beg me for it..." You glare at him. "Fine be a misery guts." 

After the photos you go hide out in one of the office spaces, doing all the admin and sorting photos for instagram. You can barely believe what he has said to you. "I'm heading back to the Ferrari office.." You push send to Arthur before you can do any sort of apologising.  But he meets you outside. "Why are you running and hiding?" He asks you. You look at him confused. "I'm done here, so hotel? Not Ferrari tonight. You aren't married to the job. You will be married to me one day. If you are lucky." Arthur looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip. "What is it?" You ask him. "When we are alone, alone. Away from here... You will call me Sir. Then you really will be begging me all night. Since you have been a naughty girl. Naughty girls don't get pleasure, without begging." You look around, worrying who will see or hear this version of Arthur. "Who have you been speaking too?" Arthur smiles. "No one. Not that it matters." It's not until Arthur is driving you back to the hotel, that you look at your phone. "You are welcome Horner... Enjoy Sir Leclerc."  

Back in the hotel, Arthur is touching you in places, that he wouldn't usually in public. "Arthur stop... I will end up coming." He looks at you, finding it hard to be in control. "No its Sir remember... Baby it only works if you play along too." You bite your lip, steading yourself. As his fingers are working their magic way too quickly. "Go in and put on that black lingerie set I got you." You do as you are told, as you want to see how far he will go with it. 

"Sit down... Just here." He points to the edge of the bed. But then runs to get the door. He has ordered champagne and cream. "Well thats not the right one.. Ugh." He moans, as its not whipped. He goes and grabs one of his belts... You start to worry. But stay quiet you are in enough trouble as it is. "Arms behind your back... I'm tying you up." Your eyes light up, unintentionally. "Ok sir.. Then what?" You can tell this is taking Arthur over his limits, as he is trying to think of what it is he wants you to do. "Right get down on your knees and pleasure me." He says, trying to not laugh at how unlike him he sounds. He is rough with your head, making you go deeper and deeper with his cock. His sounds are deafening, louder than he has been before with you. "Get up and lay front down on the bed with your feet on the floor still." You do as he says. "Now beg for it.." He tells you. "Beg for it baby girl.. I want you too." You struggle to even get the words out of your mouth. "Please fuck me sir.. I've been a good girl." Arthur is beyond rough with you. 

Bite marks cover your shoulders and boobs, bruises on your wrists. Arthur has ran you a bath, to clean you up. He used the cream eventually on you and has asked for clean sheets to be brought up. He changes the bed, whilst you look at the marks on your body. Once he has sorted the bed out. He comes and sits on the edge of the bath. "Fuck.. look how bruised you are. Sorry baby.." You look up at him and smile slightly. "I knew I was too much.. Fuck. Im so sorry." Arthur has lost himself in a circle of apologies and worried face. "Is it sore?" You shake your head, lying. Some of the bite marks sting, but not anything you aren't used too. As he helps you out of the bath and dries you off and pulling one of his oversized tee's on you. You snuggle down to sleep and instantly out. 

In the morning Arthur is still beside himself. "You can't go into work like that.. they will think I've beaten you up. Please don't go in." He begs you, his eyes filling with tears worrying what everyone will think. "Please baby, can we just get room service and I will go out and get you something for bruising?" He tenderly touches one of the more noticible ones and its agony. But you smile and act like you are fine. You nod your head. "Do you want avo and toast or eggs benedict? I'll get both." You look at him, he is acting as if he has beaten you up. "Arth its okay.. Just one." He shakes his head, making sure you are comfortable before sneaking out to the pharmacy to get you bruise cream. "I got asked so many questions so ended up with this too." He says, as you burst out laughing. He has ended up with a pregnancy test too. You find a series that could be good on netflixs. It's not something Arthur would watch but he does cuddled up to you, in bed. Feeling so guilty over the whole situation. "I'm not doing the test.. We don't need it do we?" You ask kissing him.