Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Arthur Leclerc - Just Morning Things

This was a request from smoothoperation hope you enjoy it and its another first time writing for a driver.

I struggle to open my eyes. "It's far too early. It's dark outside" I mumble to myself. A pair of arms snake around my waist making me smile. I turn around so that I am now face to face with the beautiful monagasque. Every feature was perfect as of god himself decided to give earth a living, breathing angel. I thrived for moments like this in the morning. I can hear the birds sweet chirps and the pattering of raindrops from outside my window.

"Good morning" Arthur croaks planting. A kiss on my forehead. "Good morning to you too. Have you brushed your teeth?" he smiles before he comes up with a witty comeback to my comment. "Have you done a French lesson?" He mumbles. I place my head on his chest so I can gaze upon his features even more. He's perfect from every angle! That's not fair. "I'm starving. Do you want breakfast?" I ask getting up. He stops me and pushes me back down and places himself in a push-up position above me. Once again, I'm met with those eyes and once again, he looks beautiful. "First off, that's mine. The jumper." He mumbles. "What's mine is yours. That's how it works."

"You are just...perfect." he smiles gazing down at me. "It's half five in the morning, the cars have just began driving around and the birds aren't even awake yet and here you are offering breakfast." I let out a light chuckle. "Well the cars never stop here. You have people coming to and from the casinos at night." He rolls his eyes playfully. "Yes but you get my point? Why can't we just stay in bed? Why can't I just hold you in my arms a little bit longer? Why must we get breakfast?" I shake my head laughing. "Since when did we become philosophical about breakfast?" I run my finger through his hair. "Since you started leaving me really early to eat.

"I don't know but I'm getting food so do you want some or not?" I say getting up from beneath him. "How about we cook together and eat in bed?" he says following me into our kitchen. "We have an apartment overlooking the entire of Monaco and you want to eat in bed? Whats the point of having the view then?". I say kissing his golden lips. He smiles back at me. "Well we also have windows to do so." His arms find their way around my waist once again. "That's true but still.

We make our breakfast together. He opted for a healthier option of porridge and coffee while I opted for Nutella on toast with a coffee. I open the curtains and window and lie back down beside Arthur happily eating his porridge. "Oh my god you are like a child". I say wiping his mouth. He had spilled his porridge all over his shirt and he wasn't cleaning his mouth properly. "So you like children?" he says setting his porridge aside. "and who are you? My mother?" "No. I don't know how she has put up with you this long if I'm being honest.".I joke. "I may be a child but I'm a perfect boyfriend, no?" He replies. "It varies from time to time but you are always adorable."

"Can I have a kiss please?"
"Not until you brush your teeth". I say stopping him from kissing me. He runs out of the room returning two minutes later. "This purple one?" I jump up as he puts it into his mouth. "Arthur! That's mine!" I yell running after him. "What's yours is mine. That's how these things work. Remember?" he said in a mocking way, making me remember what I had said earlier this morning. "Yeah. Whatever. I want a new toothbrush though." I walk back into bed. I watch him as he throws the toothbrush in the bin and returning his focus onto me. "Now, how about that kiss?" He jumps onto my legs, making me groan in pain a little. "Ouch. Ouch. That actually hurt babe." I groan. "I'm sorry mon coeur. I'll kiss it better." he placed kisses all around legs before looking up to my burning red face. "Better?" he smirked. "I-Can i just get my kiss now?" I reach forward but he stops me. "Nope. If I had to brush my teeth for this kiss, you have to do something for me." I let out a loud, long graon. "Fine. What?"

"Do your French lesson!"