#Jenson Button one shot

[faithshouseofchaos]

hi, southern girlie here! i saw your post about jenson with a girlfriend who has a southern accent, and coming from someone with a thick southern accent, would you pretty pretty pretty please with a cherry on top write something for them??? maybe reader is a new commentator and he's taken immedently or she's related to logan and they meet through him??? if you do write this, thank you sososos much in advance and i love your writing, muah! 💋

A/n: coming from a southern girlie here it’s not a want it’s a need

Pretty southern girl — Jenson Button x Reader

Fluff word count 1k

When you got off the plane you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you saw your welcoming party that consisted of Logan, your cousin and his friend Oscar who you knew growing up.

“Well I’ll be damned look what the cat dragged” Logan says walking up to you giving you a big hug.

“Hi Logan, I missed you” you said, smiling, pulling away from the hug.

“I missed you too,” Logan says “umm what am I chopped liver? And where’s my hug from my favorite Sargeant” Oscar says, cutting himself into the conversation holding his arms out.

“Hi Oscar how’s your mama n’nem?” You asked, hugging Oscar tightly.

“Their good mom and sisters are excited to see you,mom actually said that you need to come out to visit more” Oscar says.

Logan smiles as you embrace Oscar. He was surprised to see how excited you were to see everyone. You weren’t the most cheerful person, you were actually quite introverted.

“Well now that’s done we should be over to the hotel and drop your stuff off before we head out to the track” Logan said putting your bags in the trunk.

“Sounds like a plan”

As you all were on the way to the hotel you all spoke about what you guys has been up to in the months since you last saw each other.

On the way to the hotel Oscar was asking questions about your job as the new race commentator.

As you got closer to the track you started to feel the nervous excitement building. “You nervous?” Oscar asked, noticing the look on your face.

“Yeah I am” you mumbled looking out the window.

“You’re gonna do fine, you know they’re going to love you” Oscar said, squeezing your hand, reassuringly. You gave him a small smile, you knew he was right but you couldn’t help but worry. After a few more minutes in the car you were pulling up to the hotel.

After getting checked in you head up to your room to drop off your bags before making your way over to the track.

As you all walk into the press room you spot David and Nico talking amongst themselves. You were hoping they didn’t notice you but luck was not on your side as David spotted you first.

“Ah y/n, come over her would ya” David said waving his hand.

You walked over to him and his face lit up when he saw you, he pulled you into a tight hug.

David noticed your uneasiness and chuckled slightly. He knew you were nervous so you tried to make you feel better.

“Relax, you've got nothing to worry about, I think everyone will love you” he told you.

“You say that now, we’ll see what you say later” you joked.

“Ah I think you’ll surprise yourself” David said jokingly back. “Well, are you coming over here or what?” Nico said in his usual German accent.

You chuckled under your breath and went over to hug him hello.

“It’s been too long” he said as he hugged you, pulling back he inspected you, “You look good”.

“Thanks, you look the same” you chuckle jokingly.

“Good to know I’m aging well” he joked back, laughing slightly.

“You’re a picture of youth” you said sarcastically, earning a small laugh from Nico and David.

“You’re a sassy one aren’t ya” David said jokingly.

“You guys haven’t seen anything yet” you joked, “just wait till I start talking”.

“Oh I’m excited to hear it” David replied in amusement.

“As you should be” Logan said, coming over with Oscar.

David and Nico say hi to them both before Logan looks at you, seeing the nervousness on your face. He puts his hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to be amazing, you've got this” he said reassuringly.

“I hope so” you replied, “I just don’t want to screw up”.

“That’s impossible, you’re a natural,” he said, squeezing your shoulder slightly.

“He’s right” Nico chimed in, “if you’re worried about making a mistake don’t be, David and I have said some stupid things on air and we’re still here”.

“That’s right” David agreed, you feel a little better hearing their reassurances. “Plus just think of all the fun facts and knowledge you’ve got about Motorsport that you can share”.

You smiled a little at his comment, you were so caught up in your own anxiety you almost forgot that you not only had an insane amount of knowledge about the sport but that you also were very passionate.

“Come on we gotta get going there’s someone I want you to meet” Logan said, dragging you away to the Williams garage. “Where are we going?” You asked, trying to keep up with Logan.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” he said, not making much sense to you.

“Who?” you asked confused, curious to who Logan was so eager to introduce you too.

Logan ignores your question, clearly not wanting to answer, as you make your way over to the Williams garage you start to hear people laughing. You have no idea why Logan wanted to bring you here or who he was bringing you too.

Finally getting into the garage you see two guys standing there both talking to a third person who has his back to you. Just as you start to wonder who the person is, your questions are answered the second he turns around.

As Logan pulls you to the garages you see four people standing and talking, one of which being your cousin, they all stop talking and look over at Logan and you as you approach.

“Bout time you got here” a very British voice said jokingly as you stop in front of the group. You looked over to see the source of the voice and was met with five pairs of eyes looking at you, but one set seemed to stare at you for a bit longer than the rest

“Stop being an ass,” Logan said back jokingly. “Anyway” he starts and motions to you “I want y/n to meet the drivers from Williams”. You smiled at the group but when your eyes made contact with one of the drivers, who happened to be the one that was staring at you, you froze slightly as you looked at him.

There was just something about the way he looked at you that made your stomach flutter, in the best way possible. He continued to look you up and down, a smirk slowly appearing on his face as he stared at you. He broke eye contact long enough to look at Logan.

“Is this who you’ve been talking about?” he asked Logan, not taking his eyes off of you. You looked over at Logan, confused on what he meant by that but Logan just smiled at him.

“Yep” Logan replied without hesitation, still smiling.

The group all chuckled slightly at Logan’s response, you were now more confused. Before you could question what they were talking about the driver, who still hadn’t broken eye contact, spoke, making the fluttering feeling in your stomach increase.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you” he said, you weren’t sure what to say, you were pretty much mesmerized by him.

He held eye contact with you a minute longer before holding out his hand, “I’m Jenson Button, you’ve probably heard of me”. You mentally slapped yourself at the cockiness in his statement but couldn’t help the smile on your face as you went to shake his hand .

“Yeah I’ve heard of you” you said, your thick southern accent clearly visible in your response.

Jenson smiled when he heard your accent, it sounded like music to his ears.

“And what may your name be?” he asked, still having a hold on your hand, and still not looking away from you.

You could tell he liked the way you sounded which made you a tiny bit flustered.

“My name’s y/n” you said, you had half expected him to let go of your hand by now, but he didn’t, and you didn’t mind either. “y/n” Jenson repeated, still smiling, he liked how your name sounded on his lips. “What a pretty southern name for an even prettier southern girl”.

“y/n” Jenson repeated, still smiling, he liked how your name sounded on his lips. “What a pretty southern name for an even prettier southern girl”.

You could feel heat start to rise in your cheeks as he complimented you, but you tried to play it cool.

“Such a charmer” you replied trying to sound sarcastic but it came out as a genuine response.

Jenson chucked slightly at your response and he seemed to tighten his grip on your hand as if the last thing he wanted was to let it go.

“What more can I say I’m a proper English gentleman” he joked.

“And the proper Englishman should let go of my cousin's hand” Logan said, cutting into the conversation.

“Oh my bad” Jenson said apologetically, he let go of your hand, though you could tell he didn’t want too, and turned to look at Logan, “Just makin’ sure y/n feels welcome” he said jokingly.

“You’ve already done a bang up job of that mate” Logan joked back and you could see the other drivers behind Jenson trying to hold in their laughter at this exchange.

“What more can I say, I’m the best” Jenson said jokingly, and with such confidence that should probably come off as cocky but for Jenson it was charming.

“I’m sure you are” you said sarcastically, trying to hide your amusement.

“Ouch the pretty southern girl is sassy” Jenson teased.

You chuckled, you couldn’t help it, he was effortlessly charming and very attractive.

“You’ve not seen the half of it” you replied back jokingly.

“Oh I like a little bit of sass, keeps things interesting” Jenson said, flashing a smile in your direction.

“Well you’ll definitely get plenty of sass from me” you said and you swore you saw the corners of his lips twitch into a slight smirk.

“Good I can’t wait” he responded, and you could practically see the cockiness on his face as he stared at you.

You could already tell you and Jenson were gonna be a lot of trouble together.

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[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb

note: y’all wrong asf for pushing me back into the jenson button rabbit hole 😭 now i’m here (s)creaming. enjoy xx

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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair. 

it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done. 

he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles. 

not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that. 

she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant. 

he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.

she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs. 

now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.

too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth. 

“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress. 

“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!” 

he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.” 

“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“

“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.

he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue. 

“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”

“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time. 

he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her. 

liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.

he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?” 

“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.

“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.” 

[povlnfour]

congrats on 1k!! for the drabble gamee can u do jenson button x supermodel or victoria’s secret angel readerr?? set in the 2000s thank youu and congrats again! 🫶

AH YES I CAN (extra kisses for u jenson is my fav)

from the 1k drabble game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ JENSON SUPPORTING YOUR MODELLING CAREER

— it was an open secret that one of victoria secret’s newest angels was dating up f1 superstar jenson button. the two of you had never shared the details of your relationship, but paparazzi photos and little easter eggs had meant that everyone knew you were together.

— once the secret was out, jenson took advantage of it.

— he would come to every show that his schedule allowed, usually sat front row with other drivers on the grid that were lucky enough to get an invite. you enjoyed every show he was at, but the main event was a personal favorite because you got to interact with the crowd.

— most of the time, you’d be focused on your walk and showing the clothing off to its best ability, but the victoria secret fashion show meant you could show a cheekier side to yourself. this included setting tabloids alight with you relationship.

— you had spotted him the first time you walked down the runway, keeping your focus on your strut. you were saving it for the big moment. it was when you donned the iconic angel wings and took off during the music artist’s performance that you made the most of your boyfriend in the crowd.

— katy perry lead you down the runway mid performance, holding your hand and helping you twirl without the wings getting caught. as you reached the mid point of the stage, she gave you a wink and spun you to where jenson was sat.

— you bent down, blowing a kiss in your boyfriends direction. jenson pretending to catch the kiss and ‘faint’ warning a glorious laugh from yourself that was caught on camera.

— the papers called you ‘the new it couple’.

[nordschleifes]

the prophecy

➝ jenson didn't want money, just someone who wanted his company. is that too much to ask for?

➝ word count: 4k

➝ warnings: mentions of death, alcohol, and a particular bad time for jenson

➝ author's note: well, the last two weeks have been horrible, i completely doubted my ability as a writer and my health decided to abandon me in every way. i still don't feel very good and i really think i should give up everything, but ally won't let me, so here we have another one-shot that i had shelved out of frustration with myself. enjoy!

Driving down that street was bittersweet.

The night was beautiful. The sky was spectacularly clear and the silver light of the moon illuminated the gentle waves of the Mediterranean. The pleasant breeze disguised the heat that had been on the French Riviera all day.

However, you weren't looking at the goosebumps in your arms or the stars twinkling in the sky. Your eyes were fixed on the large butter-colored house that stood discreetly among the shady trees just to his left.

As you stopped the MINI you had rented at Nice airport, you allowed yourself to roll down the window and contemplate those familiar walls.

It felt like an eternity since you had last been there, walking up the stone steps, the gray mixed with red. You closed your eyes, trying not to pay attention to your stomach, which churned at the memory. However, it was something you couldn't help.

After all, that had been your last sight of John Button.

You clearly remembered the day you had met him. Wearing a white shirt and with red cheeks from the heat in Melbourne, he approached you and your boss, Richard, with a wide smile. After some typically English jokes about the intense sun, he invited the two of you to join him at the table where he was sitting with his daughter-in-law, Jessica, and son, Jenson.

It was with that moment in mind that you noticed something strange in the house.

With the swaying of the tree branches that covered the facade, you could see that the front of the residence was illuminated, as if there was a light on. In addition to being sure that no one was in the house, you were almost certain that you hadn't left any lights on the last time you were there.

“Someone broke in”, you thought, rummaging through your bag for your house keys.

After typing a message to Jenson, stating that you had seen something strange at John's house and that you would check out what was going on, you made your way to the main gate, finding it ajar.

— My God — you murmured, as you followed the path in silence. With wide eyes, you were trying to make out the sharp sound that mixed with the rustling of leaves and the waves of the sea when a particular loud noise made you jump.

Taking your phone from your pocket, you rolled your eyes when you read the name on the caller ID. “Bad timing”, you thought, as you dragged your finger across the screen and brought the device to your ear.

— Now I can't, Jenson, I'm here at John's house…

However, instead of a humorous comment or an ironic question, you heard a loud sob.

— Y/N — Jenson murmured, taking a sniff.

— Are you crying?

— I'm here, Y/N.

— Here? Jenson, where are you?

— Here — he stammered, before crying again, this time louder.

So loud that you realized what he was talking about.

Walking a few more meters, you saw the staircase that led to the front door of the house, as well as a man sitting on the steps, accompanied by a half-empty bottle of whiskey and his face wet with tears, leaning against the wall next to him.

— Jenson! — you exclaimed, hanging up your phone and running towards him. Climbing the steps two at a time, you approached the driver practically out of breath, your heart almost coming out of your mouth — Jenson, are you okay? What happened? What are you doing here?

He looked at you with a blank stare.

— Y/N…

— Jenson, tell me, what are you doing here?

— I want my father — the driver replied softly, the words dragging on his tongue. Holding his face, you noticed more tears falling from his eyes — Where is my father?

— Jense — you murmured, before pulling him towards you for a hug. With his head buried in the crook of your neck, he cried loudly, his gasps making his entire body shake and your eyes filling with tears. You allowed them to fall from your eyes as you blinked a little harder, tightening your arms around him.

— He wasn't supposed to come alone — he stammered against his shoulder, before looking up and sniffling — He couldn't, he shouldn't…

— I know, Jense, I know — you replied, running your hand over his face to dry the tears.

— He died alone, Y/N — Jenson murmured — He died without anyone by his side. My father died alone, without anyone…

You pressed your lips together, feeling more tears streaming down your face. It was ironic and particularly sad, considering how loved John was by everyone around him. Dying like that, in the open and completely alone, was something you didn't wish on anyone.

— I don't want to be alone — he continued, rubbing his nose — I don't want to be alone, I don't, I don't…

— You won't be alone — you said, trying to calm him down, as the driver reached for the bottle of whiskey, taking a large gulp before you could protest or stop him.

— I will, Y/N — he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand — I will, I know I will...

— No, you won't — you said, as Jenson brought the bottle to your mouth, only for you to abruptly remove it from his hand — And you're going to stop with that whiskey now.

He tried to retrieve the bottle, but you tipped it over the steps, spilling the rest of the contents onto the stone.

— No — the driver protested, as the amber liquid ran down the steps.

— Yes — you returned — You can't keep drinking, Jense.

— I can…

— No, you can't and you won't — you said, your tone somewhat harsh, almost like a mother scolding a naughty child — I'm not going to watch you drink yourself into an alcoholic coma with my arms crossed. Now get up.

He looked at you with an expression that mixed confusion and sadness.

— Y/N — he stammered.

— Come on, Jense — you said, giving your hand to help him get up.

The task of taking the driver into the house was not simple. Far beyond the darkness of the rooms, courtesy of the curtains that covered the large windows that faced the sea, Jenson seemed determined not to cooperate with your efforts to take him to the main suite to take a shower.

After some struggle to drag him up the marble stairs to the second floor and tripping over a painting that was leaning against the wall as he slurred about how much his father liked that place, you managed to make it to the spacious bathroom. of the room that had once been John's. Asking Jenson to lean on the white stone sink, you allowed yourself a few seconds to breathe before continuing on your mission to save the driver from the worst hangover of his life.

— You can take off your clothes — you said, seriously.

— For what? — he asked, frowning.

— So you can take a shower. You reek of sweat and cheap whiskey.

Your observation made him take a step forward, losing his balance and placing both hands on your shoulders.

— It’s not cheap whiskey, it’s a very good brand…

— Which you probably bought for five euros in some dodgy liquor store in Monaco, right? — you asked, as you took your hands to the white shirt he was wearing and started to undo the buttons, revealing his chest.

— But it was a good whiskey, you could have tried it — Jenson murmured — But you threw it all away...

— It was either throw it away or let you keep drinking it until dawn.

— That was my plan.

Your hands stopped at the last button of his shirt, your lips pursed as you lifted your face to look at the driver. The seconds of silence that stretched inside the bathroom made your heart sink. After swallowing hard, you asked him to take off his shirt, which he did without saying a word.

Next, you moved on to his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the button on his pants.

— What are you doing?

— Taking off your pants.

— For what? — Jenson asked in a naive tone.

— So you can get in the shower — you replied, bending down slightly to slide his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear — Come in.

— And the underwear?

You felt your face heat up.

— I definitely don't need to see your dick today, Jenson. Now go to the shower.

Balancing himself with his hand on your shoulder, he carefully entered the bathtub, sitting on the edge. Watching you turn on the shower, he hissed as he felt the cold water splash onto his legs. However, that didn't stop you from placing your hand on the driver's tattooed shoulder to encourage him to get wet.

— No, Y/N — he grumbled — It's too cold.

— The cold water will help you…

— I don't want help.

— Come on, please — you said, bringing your face closer to his — You'll feel better after the shower...

Turning his head to you, his gaze seemed empty.

— I'm not going to get better, Y/N — he said in a low voice — This is me now, this depressed and pathetic thing that no one wants around...

Something about those words made you adjust your posture, irritation rising up your neck in a hot wave.

— Get in the shower, Button — you said, harshly, pushing his shoulder.

Silently, he stood up and placed himself under the cold spray, letting out a loud grunt. After searching the cupboards and only finding some soap forgotten in the corner, you returned to the shower to clean Jenson's skin and hair. “It’s going to look terrible without conditioner”, you thought to yourself, as your fingers rubbed his scalp. After rinsing off the soap that was on his skin and hair, you turned off the shower and wrapped him in a towel.

— Can you dry yourself? — you asked, earning a positive nod from him — Okay, then I'll make the bed.

Leaving the driver to dry off, you went to the bedroom, testing the lamps that flanked the bed, which looked somewhat imperious with its canopy, and condemning yourself for having forgotten that there was no power in the house. The furniture was old style, however, contrary to what you would expect in a lived-in place, the cupboards, shelves and desk were empty. You knew that this was the result of a day's work by Jenson and his sisters with the intention of keeping their father's memories.

Removing the sheet, you felt relief fill your chest when you discovered that there were still pillows and a blanket on the bed. You had just thrown the dusty fabric in one of the corners of the room when Jenson appeared in the bathroom door, completely naked. Staggering, he dropped face down on the bed without any ceremony.

— Jense, I was finishing…

— No need — he murmured, his face against the pillow.

Pursing your lips, you dropped the blanket onto the mattress, making a conscious effort not to look at his butt.

— Okay, so — you stuttered, while the pilot fidgeted, turning his head towards you — I'm going to see if there's another blanket for me to take to the couch downstairs...

— Why?

— Because I'm not going to leave you alone here.

— So stay.

You gave a small smile.

— I'll stay, Jense, but downstairs.

— Stay here — he stammered, stretching a hand across the bed.

— Here?

A positive grunt was the only response you got, heavy breathing indicating he had fallen asleep. Facing his calm expression, you didn't have the courage to deny his request, especially at that moment. Settling down on the mattress, you felt Jenson shift next to you, grunting in reaction to your movement. Then, he placed an arm over your stomach, as if he was trying to hug you or just make sure you stayed there.

And you stayed.

The sun was rising over the horizon and entering the room through the window without any ceremony when you woke up. A little confused, you rubbed your eyes, focusing again on the ceiling, realizing that the checkered pattern was from the fabric covering the canopy and not an eccentric painting choice by John. The memory of the man made you look to the side, finding Jenson still lying down, sleeping soundly, a string of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The scene made you give a restrained smile. The habit of drooling was something you had already used to upset Jenson, who claimed that it was a lie and that he had never drooled in his life. However, his denial didn't make you stop your jokes.

Rubbing your eyes, you stood up carefully, making your way to the stairs slowly, evaluating the way the sun entered the rooms and illuminated the spaces.

“No wonder John loved this place”, you thought to yourself, as you passed through the dining room towards the kitchen.

As you expected, there was nothing in the cupboards or refrigerator, something that seemed obvious considering the house had been empty for six months. However, at the same time as you could feel your stomach growl, you didn't feel comfortable with the idea of leaving Jenson there, especially after what he had said to you during the cold bath you had given him.

Jenson had mentioned that he was afraid of being alone and that he didn't want that for his own life. However, inside the bathroom, the driver said that no one wanted him around because he was sad, going so far as to say that he was pathetic for that. As you approached one of the windows, you pursed your lips tightly as you remembered the way he had said those words, as well as the pain that permeated them.

At that moment, you didn't know what to say to him, limiting yourself to putting him under the cold spray of the shower. However, the answer didn't come with a night's sleep, much less with a walk around the house or long minutes of contemplation of the Mediterranean that stretched blue and infinite between the trees. You knew it shouldn't be so difficult, that you could limit yourself to a few words of comfort and a hug, but it didn't seem like much.

— Good morning — you heard someone say behind you. When you turned around, you found Jenson standing in the middle of the room, his hair completely messed up as he rubbed his eyes.

— Good morning, Jense. Did you remember that underwear exists? — you gave a little smile. Looking down, the driver assessed his own underwear for a few seconds before looking back at you.

— I thought I should redeem myself after what happened yesterday. In fact, I apologize for — he hesitated for a few seconds — Everything.

— I appreciate your intention, but you don't need to apologize for yesterday.

— But I…

— It's alright. These are things that friends do.

A smile appeared on Jenson's face, but something told you he wasn't entirely sincere.

— Have you done this for other friends of yours?

— To some. You're not the only one I know who likes to drink, Jense.

— Lucky them to have you — he said, running a hand through his hair — And me too.

— Yeah, lucky you too.

The silence lasted for a few seconds until Jenson let out a sigh.

— Is there anything to eat in this house?

— I didn't find anything.

— I think Natasha cleaned the kitchen that day — he murmured, placing his hands on his hips — Do you want to go for coffee?

— In your house?

— Yeah, I guess — Jenson replied, with a little smile — I'm going to get dressed and we go, okay?

— Okay — you said, crossing your arms as he turned around and headed for the stairs.

You headed to Monaco in your rented MINI, navigating the tight, winding streets at a leisurely pace. This was clearly not something Jenson was used to, considering he was shaking his leg non-stop. However, you preferred to remain silent, trying not to get lost in the tiny entrances spread across the city.

You finally spoke up as you parked in front of the building, a white structure neatly placed against the hill that squeezed the city against the sea.

— We’re here — you smiled.

— Yes, we're here — Jenson murmured, without much excitement.

— Let's go up?

He hesitated for a few seconds.

— I don't know if it's a good idea.

You raised an eyebrow.

— Jense, you live there.

— But I don't know if I can...

— Why couldn't you go up to your apartment?

Passing a hand over his face, he merely muttered a swear word before exiting the car with heavy steps. You followed him in silence, particularly confused. Greeting the doorman, you walked down the hall to the elevator, which opened its doors promptly. Inside the metal cubicle, you could see the tension in the way Jenson clenched his jaw.

Tension that dissipated when he opened the apartment door and found that the place was empty.

— Thank God — he murmured, running his fingers through his hair.

— For what? — you questioned him.

— What?

— Thank God for what, Jense? — you repeated, seriously — What happened? Does it have something to do with what happened yesterday?

— Y/N…

— I know this is a complicated time, but I need you to trust me. You know I'm here to help you, it's always been like this, Jense.

— I know…

— So tell me. Tell me what happened and I will help you.

Jenson walked to the sofa, laying down between the pillows with oriental prints.

— It's complicated, Y/N...

— How complicated?

— Complicated in the sense that you can't fix it — Jenson replied, looking impatient — In fact, I don't even think I can do that...

— Tell me, for fuck’s sake! — you shouted, irritated by that damn suspense he was making.

— Jessica broke up with me! — he returned in a scream that seemed to carry all his anger and sadness — And before you ask, it wasn't friendly or anything like that.

You stared at Jenson for long seconds, carefully thinking about your next words. Something told you to try to talk to him to better understand the situation, perhaps even to orchestrate a reconciliation, however, you remembered something he had said the night before.

— Was she the one who said you were pathetic? That no one wants you around?

The question hit him in a sensitive spot, his blue eyes filling with tears. Upon seeing that reaction from the driver, you didn't hesitate to put yourself in the space between his legs and hug him tightly, his head against your stomach. Jessica had said that to him and, in a way, it filled you with anger.

Jenson wasn't pathetic, much less someone nobody wanted around. In fact, there were days that you just wanted him to be close to you, making you smile with his good-natured comments about trivial things. In your view, Jenson was like the sun, brightening even the grayest of British days. And he didn't deserve to be erased, especially by someone who didn't appreciate him the same way you did.

— You know it's a lie, Jense...

— But I can't stop crying — he murmured against her body — I don't feel like I used to, I just feel...

— Sad?

— I miss him — Jenson replied, looking up at you — I miss him all the time...

— This is normal…

— Not for Jessica. She doesn't want a guy like that, who keeps crying all the time, sad, missing his own father. She wants the happy guy that likes to party, have fun and stuff...

— But I don't want to — you murmured.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looking startled by his response.

— No?

— I want Jenson. And know that, whoever truly loves you, will always be by your side, no matter if you're happy or sad — you said, running a hand through his hair.

The driver gave you a small smile before hugging you again, his head against your belly. The scene could even seem romantic, considering the stunning view from the apartment and his almost intimate touch on your waist. However, any suggestion went out the window when you heard an uninteresting sound.

— I think you're hungry — Jenson murmured, looking up at you. The comment made you laugh.

— I came here because someone promised me breakfast — you replied.

— Well, if you insist — he said, letting go of you and getting up from the sofa.

The meal preparation was simple, with some scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of coffee each, courtesy of Jenson's inability to make anything more elaborate. Sitting at the kitchen counter, you were eating practically in silence when the driver broke the silence.

— Thank you for finding me yesterday.

— Oh, there’s no need to — you replied, taking another sip of your coffee.

— I need to, Y/N. I don't even remember how I ended up there without using a car, especially with that horrible whiskey.

— Yesterday you said it was great — you laughed.

— So you could see that I wasn't doing well — he replied, bursting into laughter along with you.

When the laughter stopped, you looked at each other for a few seconds.

— Any problem?

— None, I just remembered something my father said — Jenson replied.

— About what?

— About Jessica.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your coffee cup.

— Are you going to talk about her again, Jense? — you questioned, punctuating the sentence with a sip.

— No, it's just — he said quickly, hesitating a few seconds before continuing — He had told me once that she wasn't the right woman for me.

— When?

Jenson poked the scrambled eggs with his fork, somewhat disinterested.

— I think it was after I went to McLaren. It was a conversation we had after an argument I had with her. And he said that Jessica wasn't the woman for me and that there was no point in insisting on that relationship.

— No?

— “It’s a waste of time to continue with this girl, she doesn’t care about you”, he told me — he continued — But I didn’t listen. I thought it was nonsense of him, but he kept talking...

— Talking?

— That the perfect woman was right under my nose and that I was ignoring her.

You raised an eyebrow.

— And you were?

— I like to think not, but — Jenson hesitated, looking at you — I think he was right. Again.

You just smiled.

— John always had a good eye for these things. Especially when it came to you.

It was the driver's turn to smile, without saying a word. And in a way, it didn't need to. John knew his son like no one else, and if he said something was better for Jenson's life or career, he was almost always right. “Maybe that’s why he misses John so much”, you thought, turning your attention back to your plate.

After finishing your meal, you helped Jenson with organizing the kitchen, before checking the time and realizing that you were quite late.

— I need to go — you murmured, heading towards the door.

— Do you have any engagements?

— I have to pack my bags at the hotel.

— I thought you had them at the car — the driver said, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

— No, they're in Nice. I had gone to visit a friend here when I stopped by John's house and, well, everything happened — you explained — But now I can't stay, my flight leaves in the early afternoon.

— Where are you going?

— London.

Jenson pouted.

— What a shame, I thought youI would take the opportunity to make a stopover in Ibiza.

— No, I need a guide to the best parties and he's not available at the moment — you returned, in the acid tone that you knew disarmed him every time. And just as you expected, he laughed.

— In fact. So, I guess I'll see you later.

— Yes, you have to be in Woking in a week.

— Thank you for reminding me — he said, approaching you for a goodbye hug — Have a good trip.

— Thanks.

You were arranging your bag on your shoulder when Jenson said your name.

— Yeah? — you said, looking back.

— My father was talking about you.

A hot wave rose to your cheeks, your hand tightening on the door handle. Your heart was pounding inside your chest, almost as if it had suddenly come back to life.

— I imagined — you managed to say, before leaving the apartment.

[vickwrites]

Please give us anything for jenson (preferrably with jealousy or possessiveness)

But Like literally anything

There is literally no content for him

Also love your writing<3

Possessive - Jenson Button

Author’s note: check out @whorekneecentral they have my favorite Jenson stuff, also ik this is super old so im sorry

You were Jenson’s date to a sponsor gala, a tight black dress hugging your body and a golden necklace with a J on it around your neck. Jenson was doing his networking duties while you went to grab a drink at the bar. “You look stunning love.” Lewis said to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “Thanks Lewis, you look good too.” There wasn’t anything abnormal about Lewis flirting with you, it was mostly to get Jenson riled up. Lewis took a look at the J hanging around your neck, “You know it’s a shame it’s not an L.”

You knew what his game was, secretly you loved it, to see Jenson jealous of his teammate. The second Jenson saw Lewis wrap his arm around you he started to excuse himself. “There you are babe, are you ready to go home? I can’t wait to rip that dress off you, oh Lewis, didn’t see you there buddy how are you?” Jenson said pulling you closer to him, his hand traveling down to your ass. You made a mental note to thank Lewis later for what was to come. “I’m fine, I’ll see you later y/n.” Lewis gave you a kiss on the cheek and went on his way.

“You’re jealous” Jenson looked at you confused, “I’m not jealous, he was just touchy that’s all,” He said while glancing at your necklace, “besides, he’s not the one that’s going to see you with only this on tonight.”

[pucksandpower]

The Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

→ Formula 1 after dark 💋

Day 1 → Cockwarming 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 2 → Chastity 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 3 → Oral Fixation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 4 → Bruise Marking 💋 Lando Norris

Day 5 → Size Difference 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 6 → Daddy Kink 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 7 → Virginity Loss 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 8 → Breeding Kink 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 9 → Overstimulation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 10 → Exhibitionism 💋 Kimi Räikkönen

Day 11 → Sex Pollen 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 12 → Mirror Sex 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 13 → Temperature Play 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 14 → Innocence Play 💋 Lewis Hamilton

Day 15 → Thigh Riding 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 16 → Remote-Controlled Vibrator 💋 Jenson Button

Day 17 → Lactation Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 18 → Praise Kink 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 19 → Spreader Bar 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 20 → Menthol Cream 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 21 → Anal 💋 Lando Norris

Day 22 → Bedding Ceremony 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 23 → Consensual Non-Consent 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 24 → Piercing 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 25 → Monsterfucking 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 26 → Cum Marking 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 27 → Hunter/Prey 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 28 → A/B/O 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 29 → BDSM 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 30 → Innocence Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 31 → Mind Break 💋 Charles Leclerc

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[23victoria]

“bae i love you, you my everything”

f1 grid x reader

ft: lewis hamilton, max verstappen, lando norris, carlos sainz, jenson button, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, sebastian vettel, daniel riccardo

warnings: sexual innuendos/talk

authors notes: this tiktok trend is all over my fyp so yk i had to do it 🤭 any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! if you wanna join my taglist, click HERE!

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[lewisvinga]

when worlds collide | jude bellingham x button! reader

summary; after making their their relationship public, jude finally meets jenson

fc; sunday kalogeras

warnings; ?

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! football x f1 fics are my absolute faves to write 😫

masterlist !

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yourusername: jude is finally jenson button approved !

tagged; judebellingham, jensonbutton

judebellingham: wow u are gorjus

yourusername: tank yew 🥰

jensonbutton: i cannot understand you kids

judebellingham: meeting the father; ✅

yourusername: yay u passed🥰🥰

jensonbutton: what can i say? he’s a good kid

yourusername: JENSON APPROVED!✅✅

username: OMG WAIT

username: JENSON AND JUDEEE😫

username: y/n’s face card is so lethal actually

fernandoalo_official: plays for real madrid, i guess he gets my approval

judebellingham: hala madrid 🤍

yourusername: u just wanna b the cool uncle don’t you ? 🤨🤨🤨

fernandoalo_official: well, yes!

username: crazy button genes wow

username: pls i need to see how this went down🙏

username: F1 ANS FOOTBALL YESSIRRRR

sebastianvettel: when will he meet the godfather next ? 🤔

judebellingham: whenever you want 😁😁😁

yourusername: ( he’s a bit nervous )

lewishamilton: hope jenson wasn’t to harsh on you both!

yourusername: oh come on, lewis, we all know he tried to be intimidating 🙄 he dropped the act after 2 mins 🙄

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[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐉𝐁𝟐𝟐

summary , a quick look around your house would tell anyone that you are a massive fan of a certain artist and with the help of the internet you become so much more than just a fan

pairing , artist! jenson button x fem! f1 driver! reader

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VOUGE → A LOOK INSIDE Y/N L/N'S LUXURY MANSION

JENSON

hello it's Jenson Button I got your number from you assiantant and I just wanted to message you and say thank you so much for supporting my work and to say thank you I wanted to give you this portrait

Y/N

omg!

that's beautiful

though I feel so bad that you have put so much effort into this and I haven't given you anything back

JENSON

it's no problem darling I live to please

Y/N

okay okay how about this

I fly you out to monaco

and I'll make you dinner as a thank you

JENSON

so a date a thank you

Y/N

if you want it to be

JENSON

I don't mind the sound of that sweetheart

Y/N

great I'll send you the details in a bit handsome

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yourinstagram tried to teach me who to pain. failed. but at least he took me to dinner.

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user remember we made it happen people

user these two got together before we got gta 6

user dreams really do come true

user OH NO MY WIFE....HAS BEEN TAKEN

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[its-avalon-08]

cracks in my armor (mw6)

(this is one of my favorite ever requests, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this. thank u sm <3)

the air in the red bull cooldown room thrummed with a tension thicker than the celebratory champagne showers outside. y/n, still strapped into her helmet, glared daggers at mark webber across the room. the brazilian grand prix had delivered a 1-2 finish for red bull, y/n taking a dominant first with mark trailing a frustrated second.

jenson button, the ever-diplomatic test and reserve driver, attempted to lighten the mood. "well, that was quite a show out there, folks! didn't think the paint would stay on those cars after all that battling." mark grunted, not looking up from his phone. y/n slammed her helmet on the table, the force making jenson flinch. "show?" she spat. "more like a fight with a toddler throwing a tantrum because he's leaving his favorite toy behind."

mark's head snapped up, his blue eyes blazing with a flicker of something y/n couldn't decipher. "easy there, sunshine. don't get ahead of yourself. this isn't about you." y/n's jaw clenched. "isn't it? you couldn't stand being outshone again, could you? that's why you're quitting. ego bruised beyond repair by a little competition."

"oh, spare me the dramatics," mark countered, his voice tight. "it's not about ego. it's about moving on." "moving on to what?" y/n pressed, a tremor in her voice betraying a vulnerability she tried to hide. "because it sure as hell isn't another team." a beat of tense silence hung in the air. jenson, sweat beading on his forehead, cleared his throat. "maybe we should, uh, give them some space, guys?" he cast a helpless look at the camera crew, who were dutifully capturing every barb.

y/n ignored him, her gaze locked on mark. "what is it, mark? why the sudden change of heart? you always said formula one was your life." mark looked away, his jaw clenched. "things change," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "not that much," y/n insisted, her voice cracking slightly. "unless there's something else you're not telling me." the accusation hung heavy in the air.

mark finally met her gaze, his blue eyes swirling with a storm of emotions. "there's plenty i'm not telling you," he said roughly, his voice laced with a hidden pain. "but it has nothing to do with you."


y/n scoffed, but the spark of defiance seemed to falter. "convenient. of course the mighty fucking australian can't deal with answering a simple questions. now why did i expect any differently?" she said with a snide tone. "leave me alone y/l/n. honest to god before i say something i'll regret" he mumbled, turning away. "oh fuck no. you don't get to act like we haven't been fighting for the same oppurtinty, like i haven't suffered the same pain of competion," she yelled. 


"YOU will NEVER understand the pain of yearning and fighting for something that will never truly be yours. no matter how hard you fucking try," mark shouted infuriated. silence descended once more, heavy and suffocating. the air crackled with unspoken words and a tension that went far beyond competition. jenson shifted uncomfortably, the weight of their unspoken feelings pressing down on him.

just then, the door to the room burst open, revealing christian horner, the red bull team principal, with a thunderous expression on his face. even the seasoned jenson flinched at the icy aura. the room fell silent, the weight of horner's presence pressing down on them. horner took a long look at the scene, taking in the red-faced drivers, the overturned chair, and the cameras filming the entire debacle. a slow, humorless smile spread across his face. "well," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "this is certainly one way to make headlines."

y/n and mark both looked away, shame flickering across their faces. the victory that had tasted so sweet just moments ago was now a bitter pill. the weight of their actions, captured for the world to see, settled heavily upon them. the cooldown room, once a place of celebration, now echoed with the deafening silence of a fractured team and something left unsaid.

the celebratory party in the red bull hospitality suite throbbed with a forced energy. y/n stood by the window, the cityscape of são paulo a glittering blur against the ache in her heart. every shared laugh, every raised champagne flute felt like a mockery of the raw emotions that had ripped through the cooldown room earlier.

finally, she couldn't take it anymore. with a deep breath, she excused herself and made her way down the hall, stopping at mark's designated suite. it took a moment to gather her courage, knuckles rapping tentatively against the door. silence. she rapped again, this time a little firmer. the door creaked open, revealing a weary mark, surprise flickering in his blue eyes.

"y/n?" he rasped, his voice raw. "can i come in?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. he stepped aside, and y/n entered, the door clicking shut behind her. the air crackled with tension, a stark contrast to the cheerful music filtering in from the party down the hall.

mark gestured to the couch, but y/n remained standing. "what did you mean?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. mark's gaze dropped to his hands. "i..." he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "i shouldn't have said that. it wasn't about the race." y/n pressed on, her voice gaining strength. "then what was it about, mark?" he looked up at her then, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that stole her breath. "it was about..." he hesitated, then blurted out, "it was about you."

the words hung heavy in the air. y/n's mind reeled. "me?" she whispered, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

mark took a step closer, his voice a low rumble. "for years, y/n. i've..." he stopped, his jaw clenched. "you've what?" she prompted, her voice barely audible. "i've had feelings for you," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "but i never thought i'd deserve someone like you. so talented, so beautiful, so damn brilliant." his voice cracked. "you were always out of reach."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. the truth, raw and unexpected, hit her like a wave. all this time, the constant bickering, the simmering tension, it wasn't just competition. it was a poorly disguised dance around unspoken feelings. "mark," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "i never thought..." "don't," he interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently cup her face. "it doesn't matter now. i'm leaving."

the reminder of his departure sent a fresh wave of pain through her. "but what if..." she trailed off, her gaze locked on his. he searched her eyes, a flicker of hope battling the resignation in his gaze. "what if what?" "what if i feel the same way?" she confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "maybe i didn't understand before, but i do now. i..." she faltered, then whispered, "i think i'm in love with you too, mark."

the weight of her confession hung in the air for a beat, then a slow smile spread across mark's face. it was a smile filled with relief, disbelief, and a joy that mirrored her own. before either of them could speak further, the gap between them closed. the kiss was slow, hesitant at first, then deepening as emotions they'd kept bottled up for so long came bursting forth. it was a kiss filled with longing, with unspoken apologies, and with the promise of a future they could now dare to dream of. when they finally broke apart, breathless and shaky, a new understanding shone in their eyes. the race, the fight, the angry outburst – it all paled in comparison to the truth they had finally confessed.

suddenly, a muffled thump came from the window ledge, followed by a low hiss. y/n and mark whipped around, startled. "what was that?" y/n whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. mark cautiously approached the window, his hand instinctively reaching for something that wasn't there. he peered out, then his eyes widened comically.

"oh my god," he breathed. y/n joined him, peering out the window. there, sprawled on the small balcony outside, were jenson button and fernando alonso, their faces contorted in a mixture of relief, amusement, and mild discomfort.

"busted!" jenson groaned, throwing his hands up in defeat. fernando, ever the pragmatist, simply rolled his eyes. "took you long enough, you two." y/n and mark stared at them, speechless for a moment. then, y/n burst into laughter, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed through the room. mark, the blush creeping up his neck, joined in, the tension melting away.

"you were spying on us?" y/n exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye.

jenson sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "well, not exactly spying. we just... happened to be enjoying the view and, uh, things escalated a bit." fernando snorted. "don't listen to him, he tripped over a potted plant and dragged me down with him." y/n and mark exchanged a look, then burst into laughter again. the awkwardness was gone, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie. "well, congratulations you two," jenson said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. " fucking finally!"

"about bloody time," fernando echoed, raising a nonexistent glass in a toast.

y/n and mark grinned at each other, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted. as the sounds of the party drifted in from down the hall, a new kind of celebration bloomed – not just for their newfound love, but for the hilarious, unexpected way their friends had discovered it. the night, once filled with tension, now promised laughter, love, and a future brighter than any trophy.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Jenson Button x reader

Smut — sub!jenson thigh riding teasing

Word 416

This could be better tbh 😭😭

You wouldn’t call yourself someone who was easily starstruck but the sight of your husband underneath you flushed and squirming was a sight to behold. With his blue eyes that were so lust-blown they looked black and the way his once dirty blonde hair was now adorned with stuck to his forehead.

“You should see yourself jens you look so pretty” you whispered in Jenson’s ear as you rutted yourself against his Jean clad thighs.

His breath hitches at your words, but he maintains his composure, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth as his hands roam from your face down your neck, tracing the outline of your collarbone.

“Please” he manages to mutter out despite his best effort looking like he might cry at any given moment. His eyes screwed closed as he let out a whine as his hands continued their journey, stopping when they came to rest on your waist, his grip on you tightens as he bucks his hips against you in a silent plea.

“Someone’s needy today isn’t he?” Your tone drips with playful taunt, a smirk forming on your mouth as you watch him struggle to compose himself.

“I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to act like a brat earlier,” you added.

A gasp left his lips as you leaned in closer, your breath brushing against his neck before moving up to his ear. A shiver ran down his spine as your lips brushed against his sensitive skin, he was so sensitive and it was all too much.

“I-I wasn’t -” He couldn’t even complete his sentence as you sucked on the skin just below his ear as he was too needy and desperate to even begin to make an attempt to argue with you.

“But if you are a good boy then maybe just maybe I’ll let you cum in me” you say grabbing Jensons face making him look at you.

Jenson’s eyes widen as he looks at you, his face looking completely and utterly wrecked. A flustered mess as his eyes flicked between yours, His mouth opened, but only a moan escaped before he quickly snapped it shut, swallowing hard before collecting himself enough to reply. His breath was ragged and labored as his hands gripped your hips in an almost bruising grip.

Whines escaped from his mouth as he let out another needy moan, he hated you so much right now, you were driving him crazy and you loved it.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING WAGERED !!! JENSON B. X DRIVER!FEM!READER X SEBASTIAN V. (18+)

summary: she really shouldn't have undermined their abilities to win a bet she off-handedly made.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, dom!rbr!seb and dom!mclaren!jenson, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, spitroast 🥸/trip to paris or sumn, size kink-esque (someone choking reader to feel themselves in reader's- you'll see), praise kink + dumbification, bratty turned cockdrunk!reader

note: what if you have two papers to write but then god said "write a smut?" enjoy xx

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she shouldn’t have undermined these bastards. 

that bet that she made with them was an off-handed comment, anyways. so why did they take it too seriously?

she had a podium streak in comparison to jenson button and sebastian vettel, always finding herself a rank or so above the two. because of her constant p2, her ego got the best of her — telling them that she would let them celebrate with her the next time they landed a place above her. 

she seemed to be hesitant at the thought of it at first— but she was more bewildered when her race engineer announced that jenson got p1 and red bull’s sebastian followed after him. she was in p3.

she had known that she had sebastian on her tail before the last lap, but she wondered where she went wrong as they sat in the cooldown room. the two men smirked and gave each other a knowing look, watching the woman as she sat there silently— unable to look at them. 

and now, a quick teasing and grinding of hips against the others later, she found herself whining on all fours between the two drivers. jenson’s cock pounding inside her cunt while her cheeks hollowed around sebastian’s length.

her eyes were teary as she took a deep breath, feeling sebastian’s hand wrapped around her neck as he groaned and swore in german.

“scheiße, schatz,” sebastian muttered beneath his breath, feeling her tongue lapping on the underside of his cock. “you suck my cock so well— and i thought driving's the only thing you’re good at.” 

sebastian squeezed her throat lightly, groaning deeply when he felt the bulge in her throat as she took his length in. “such a good girl, schatz— i can feel my cock in your throat, baby.” 

jenson chuckled breathlessly, driving his hips against her backside as he spoke, “wait ‘til you feel her cunt, mate. she’s so fuckin’ good— you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, no, baby?” 

her eyes found sebastian’s as she tried nodding. only to end up choking for a brief moment as she continued to moan around the german’s cock. 

her walls were too oversensitive from getting tossed back and forth between the two after each one of them fucked her with their thick fingers. yet jenson was kneeling behind her as if she had more in her system.

because truthfully, she did have more in her system— she just couldn’t explain it anymore. she was too drunk on their cocks that she couldn’t say anything.

sebastian took his hand away from her throat and tapped her face, “he’s asking you a question, liebe.”

she almost cried when sebastian pulled his cock out of her mouth, unable to utter a word besides from, “seb— please- wan’ your cock—“

“but jenson is asking you a question— do you even know what he’s asked, liebe?” sebastian crooned mockingly, making her shake her head in embarrassment and immense pleasure as he laughed, “oh my goodness, are you getting stupid for our cocks?”

“my goodness, gorgeous,” jenson laughed from behind, his thrusts making her moan aloud as he continued to mock her, “us winning must’ve made you dumb, huh? can’t you believe that we get to fuck you like this because you were so bratty before this week?” 

“jens— seb— ah,” she babbled, her arms shaking before she held onto sebastian’s hips. she looked up at him once more, eyes glazed with tears as she pleaded, “please… wan’ your cock so bad, seb.” 

“i know you do, liebe,” sebastian dipped his head down to peck her lips. “you knew we’d win after that bet of yours that’s why you made it, hm?” 

“such an eager girl,” jenson tsked, “you could’ve just begged us to fuck you like a good girl. you didn’t have to come bragging to us about your winning streak.” 

the next thing she knew was that her mouth was back to sucking sebastian’s cock, making lewd noises as she devoured his length. 

jenson’s cock was sending her to an overdrive, making her moan around sebastian as she whimpered. to make her body shake harder, jenson’s hand snaked around her hips and found its way towards her clit. 

“mmh- ah hah,” she tried to let out, but sebastian’s length kept her voice muffled and vibrating as sebastian moaned. 

“oh gooood~” sebastian groaned, “fucking hell, jenson keep fucking her like that.”

jenson hissed sharply, “god, she’s so fuckin’ tight around me, seb. she’s about to cum. good girl, baby— you are such a good fuckin’ girl for us.” 

she nearly screamed, too turned on by jenson and sebastian’s filthy yet praising words as she felt her legs shaking and cunt throbbing. 

“mh- ngh~ f…” jenson’s fingers continued to toy with her clit as she murmured around seb, “f- uck—!” 

her eyes began to roll back, her vision blurring and turning white as she came around jenson. jenson and sebastian groaned loudly as they both came, with sebastian’s cock twitching inside her mouth and jenson’s coating her walls white. 

her body limped for a brief moment, her ears listening to the men’s heavy breathing as they shuffled around the room. she hadn’t even bothered looking up until she saw jenson and sebastian standing in front of her. 

“mmm…” she hummed. 

“you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, doll,” jenson grinned at her, making her smile lazily. 

“maybe we should win more often,” sebastian snickered quietly. 

“and here i thought the prize money matters more,” she murmured quietly, making the two laugh at her quips. 

“not if we get to see you like this every win, darling,” jenson replied with a smirk, “now c’mon. drink up. you’ve promised to ride seb. up you get, sweets.” 

she never really should’ve undermined these bastards. especially when she saw how much energy they’ve had left after fucking her for hours.

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[libraryofloveletters]

Promiscuous Boy

Jenson Button x Fem!Teammate!Reader 

Warnings: age gap!!! (reader is 22 and jenson is 29), rumours, scandal and tabloids trying to ruin a perfectly good friendship, party boy jense!!, touchy teammates, misunderstood phrasing, alcohol and the consumption of, cheesy lip syncing with underlying meaning, blackouts, mentions of sexual themes and one sexual innuendo, unspoken feelings, full circle ending. 

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: this is a spur of the moment fic and the lack of jenson fics is a crime. dedicated to none other than my fellow jenson fucker @francoisceverts <33 // lyrics to promiscuous in italics! 

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Honda had turned into a shit show. 

Your first year in Formula One and you were facing the possibility of being left without a team. Both you and teammate, Jenson, were saved when Ross Brawn bought the Honda team, rebranding it as Brawn GP and keeping you both as the driver line up. 

The car was an absolute beast to say the very least; the car from last season didn’t compare to it in any way possible. Pre-season testing was a hit and you two fit perfectly into your roles at Brawn, much like a well oiled machine. Now there was no denying that you and Jenson had underlying tensions, but that comes with the territory. 

Being the only male/female teammates on the grid intensified that times a million.  

Jenson and yourself had been top tier all season, dominating the leaderboard from the very beginning of the season. 

Australia is where it all began for you two; the opening race of the season and Brawn GP, a brand new team, started off in the best possible scenario with a 1-2. Jenson in P1 and you in P2. 

A 1-2 in the first race was most definitely a reason to party and that’s exactly what the entire team did but no surprise, the focus was on the interactions between you and your teammate. A few photos had come out and were taken completely out of context; you and Jenson coming out of the club in the wee hours of the morning, his arm around your waist as you got into the cab. He was simply making sure you didn’t trip over the curb and yet, the press ran with it. 

It’s not like you hadn't dealt with it in the previous season but this was out of hand, every single tabloid and article had a picture of you two and some sleazy headline attached to it. 

The rumours resurfaced when Brawn got yet another 1-2 in Monaco. The city of glamour was notorious for their afterparties and if Brawn was good for one thing, it was partying. You and Jenson made the rounds to the clubs, the drinks flowing and the hands wandering a little too far for you two to seem like just teammates. 

Neither of you cared; you knew what was real and what was a fabrication of the truth, spun by some wanna be reporter with nothing better to do. If you asked what Ross thought; he didn’t care. 

His exact words were; sleep together or don’t, just don’t let it affect the racing. 

After assuring the man that you were most definitely not sleeping together, the rumours seemed to simmer down. It was crunch time and Jenson was gunning for his championship win. 

The floodlights lit the track in Abu Dhabi, you can see Jenson ahead of you as you turn the final corner, you knew it was Mark ahead of him and Seb ahead of Mark. You were doing the calculations in your head, and Jenson finishing in P3 could only mean one thing. 

He had done it. 

He had won the championship. 

Jenson Button; your teammate, your friend, the 2009 Formula One world bloody champion.

Overall, it was a fantastic season for Brawn; Jenson’s P3 finish secured his championship win and you finished P4, giving you a P3 finish in the championship. 

Damn good for a pop up team; a major fuck you to everyone who said Brawn was only good for partying and nothing else. 

The feeling you had watching your teammate up on that podium was like none other; immense joy, pride, happiness, love.

You loved Jenson, how you loved him was a question unanswered but you loved him and you were beyond proud to call him your teammate and friend. 

Before the full on partying could commence - disregarding the many drinks already being had from the moment you two crossed the line - there was still press to be done. You had far less to drink than Jenson at this point, the champagne on the podium and the bottle you two had finished prior to press made the man giggly and unable to shut up. 

It was some random news outlet that covered sports, somehow they managed to snag an interview with the champion who was far too tipsy to be talking to them at the moment but they didn’t seem to mind. 

“How are you planning on celebrating?” The man smiled at Jenson, mic held out for him. 

“With a party of course!” Jenson laughed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, a little stumble but his hand caught the railing to hold him up. 

The man nods, glancing in your direction. “And y/n? Are you taking her with you?” He asked, waiting to hear the driver’s response. 

You were but a few feet away, in your own interview when Jenson grabs the race suit hanging off your hips, yanking you towards him and almost causing you to lose balance. Your hand rests on his torso, balancing yourself again when you look at him. 

“Can’t celebrate without my girl,” Jenson had a goofy grin on his face, his arm lazily slung around you when he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

You pat his stomach, a smile on your face when you untangle from him, returning to your interview and apologizing for that. 

Jenson’s words stuck in your head; my girl, my girl, my girl. 

There’s no way they aren’t gonna run with that. 

After press, the party continued in the Brawn garage as they took it apart, the place slowly thinning out. Your side had almost been cleared, a few mechanics sticking back to stay goodbye and have a few drinks. You were heading out yourself, on your way to get dressed for the night when you caught Jenson on your way out. 

“Jense,” your hand touched his lower back, the man turning around the moment he felt your hand. “What’s up, love?” He asks, a smile on his face. 

“I’m heading out, gonna go get ready. You’ll come get me before you head out or should I meet you there?” 

“I’ll come find you.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek and you’re certain a camera somewhere caught that little exchange. 

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It had been maybe an hour tops before there’s a knock on the door of your hotel room, your teammate on the other side with a bottle of champagne. 

Brits and their liquor tolerance. It never ceased to amaze you. 

“It’s open!” You unlock the door, walking back to the bathroom as you try to zip up your dress in the bathroom. 

“I could be a kidnapper, a murderer, a stalker, and you shout it’s open?” Jenson asked, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. 

You rolled your eyes, “shut up and help me.” 

Your back now turned to him, Jenson sets the bottle on the counter when he walks over; blue eyes fixed on your soft skin, the curve of your spine, how he desperately wanted to drag his finger along it as you laid against his chest. The thoughts were pulled away when you stepped back, the motion bringing him back to reality. Jenson reaches for the zipper, pinching the fabric at the top like he had seen his sister and his mother do a million times before, and pulling it up in one tug. 

“Are we pre-gaming again in the car?” You asked, nodding towards the bottle as you made one last check of your outfit and makeup in the mirror. 

Jenson watched you, his heart beating out of his chest. “No, that’s for you. A little something from me.” 

You smiled, picking up the bottle to read the label. “Awh,” you cooed, “you splurged and got the good stuff.” You set the bottle back down, your hand on his chest when you got to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

The red mark was evident on his face, luckily for him it was bright enough to cover the blush surfacing under it.  

“Ready to go?” The man asks, shaking away the thoughts floating around his head as you slipped on your heels. 

“Lead the way, champ.” You nod towards the door and Jenson smiles, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“Ladies first.” 

“Ever the gentleman,” you smiled, walking out with Jenson following behind you. 

It was barely 10 minutes from the hotel to the club, Jenson’s hand resting on the small of your back as you two head inside, the cameras flashing outside come to a halt once you get in.

You aren't sure when you got turned around or when the empty bottles and glasses began to pile up on the tables but you knew your heels were killing your feet and Jenson was somewhere close. His loud laughter meets your ears even with the blaring music playing.

It was you, Jenson, a few friends of his and some of the guys from his side of the garage that were together. You had two shot glasses in hand, filled to the brim and your fingers sticky and wet as they spilt on your way over to the man. 

“Jense!” You shouted and he looked up from his spot in the booth.

His arms open and stretched out as you handed a glass over to him, his free hand pulling you to sit on his lap. Your arm draped over his shoulder, the other hand holding your shot glass. Jenson’s free hand dropped down to your hip, snaking down to your thigh; his large hand squeezing the bare flesh. The black fabric now hitched up a bit too much to be publicly acceptable but how acceptable was sitting on your teammate’s lap? No less a teammate that was 7 years older than you. 

“To the champion,” you leaned into him, whispering the words in his ear. 

His hand squeezes your thigh, a signal that he heard you as you two knocked the glasses together and downed the contents of it. The warmth of his hand leaves your thigh as he reaches for the bottle on the table, shaking it to find it empty. 

“Should we get more?” He asks and you’re already off his lap. “Is that even a question?” 

Your hand in his as you made your way through the crowd to the bar. Jenson’s fingers interlocked with yours, holding you next to him as he stopped to talk to people along the way. 

At some point, you do make it to the bar, asking the girl for another bottle of whatever was on the top shelf. 

Jenson’s arms are over your shoulders and you lean into him, letting him hold you up since you’ve yet to ditch your heels. You can feel the buttons from his shirt poking into your skin and the once wrinkle free shirt now is wrinkled and undone about halfway, his chest on display. 

The first few notes of Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado start playing, the intro just finished when Jenson spins you to face him. You’re certain you’ve got whiplash from how fast he spun you but you look at him, confused, 

“What?” 

“This,” he smiled, “is my fucking song.” 

You can’t help but laugh, “you’re not serious, Jense.”

It was too late, his hand in yours as he dragged you to the dance floor. “As serious as a heart attack, love.”

The two of you join in on shouting the lyrics, Jenson’s facing you and you two sing and jump along to the beat. The two of you going back and forth with the part, you taking Nelly and him taking Timberland. 

You gesture between the two of you, your finger pressed to your chest as you sing. “Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.” 

“I want you on my team.” Jenson’s face is inches from yours, you can feel his hand on your hip as he steps even closer. 

“So does everybody else.” You sang with a smile, turning around. Jenson’s pressed up behind you, an arm wrapped around your middle, his large hand sprawled over your stomach. 

“Shh baby, we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down, ain’t nobody gotta know.” He whispers to you, his hand wandering away from your torso to your thigh, his fingers dragging up your bare skin and pulling the slinky fabric on your dress up. 

You turn to face him, your teammate’s hand now on your ass. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You two giggled at each other, dancing around until it got to the chorus once again. 

Jenson pulls you to him, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want.” 

You can see his lips moving, feeling his hand on your hip once again. “That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?” 

You know how it looks, the two of you were a little too close and a little too touchy for teammates. You blamed it on the alcohol and the championship win. 

You two found your way back to the bar by the time the song was done, Jenson’s chin on your shoulder and your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “One more round of shots then we get out of here?” 

“Deal.” 

You did as promised, the glasses left empty on the counter as you made your way to collect the stuff left in the booth, both of you saying goodnight to your friends and crew. 

Jenson was babbling about something involving him and the tab when you sat to take off your heels. The strap wouldn’t come undone and you were getting annoyed, tugging on it when you felt his hand touch your ankle. Jenson bent down in front of you, un-looping the strap before taking them off your feet. 

From the moment you stepped out the club, the cameras began flashing. Jenson’s arm over your shoulder, shirt unbuttoned half way, your dress hitched up a bit, your arm around his waist. Jenson’s got your heels in his free hand, the two of you clinging to each other like your lives depended on it. 

You can already hear the tabloids in your head, the pictures attached to them. 

Champion and teammate. More than teammates? 

Hidden romance in the paddock; y/n and Jenson bare all after night out. 

Brawn drivers get messy on a wild night out. 

You ignore the feeling digging at you, Jenson slipping into the backseat of the cab and you’re right next to him, his arm draped over your shoulder as you two headed off to another club. 

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You’re not sure when the night turned into morning or when the time disappeared from you or how you even got back to the hotel, but you definitely know this was not your room.  

The overwhelming smell of the cologne filled your senses when you slowly sat up. The distinct smell belongs to one person and one person only; no one other than Jenson. You looked over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions and you were correct but that was also when you noticed your dress tossed on the chair next to the bed, causing you to look down and find yourself in one of his shirts. 

You’re not sure what happened after you went to the other club, you’re not even sure if you and Jenson had hooked up last night after you somehow managed to get back to the hotel in one piece.

Forcing yourself out of the bed, it was a few slow steps towards the window and you pulled the hideous beige curtains apart. Jenson groans when he feels the sunlight, “close it.” He grumbled. 

“Time to get up, Dracula.” You teased, sitting on his side of the bed. 

His face buried in the pillows and his eyes squeezed shut to block the sunlight out. He reaches out from under the comforter to pull you down, forcing you to lay beside him. The arm now tossed over your stomach, fingers wiggling under you - his- shirt. 

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked him quietly and he mumbles a no. “I know we got in the cab and I don’t know anything after that.” 

“Yeah, me too.” You huffed, “how’d we get back ?” 

Jenson shrugs, chuckling. “God knows.” 

He can sense the furrowed brow you were rocking at the moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you bite on it, trying to stop yourself from saying what was on your mind. 

“Spit it out, love.” 

“Did we sleep together ?” You finally ask and there’s a glint of mischief behind his eyes. “Well, we’re in the same bed so yes.” 

“Jenson,” you groaned, the sound of his name coming from you like that spinning the filthiest thoughts. “That’s not what I meant,” you tell him and there's a lazy smile on his face. 

“I know but, I don’t know.” He says, giving you a small smile. “Would that be so bad? I mean, we’re not teammates anymore.” 

Brawn was being rebranded as Mercedes come the 2010 season and they were looking for a new driver line up; rumour had it that it was going to be Nico Rosberg and Michael Schumacher who was returning from his retirement. You and Jenson were off to new chapters of your careers. The champion was off to be teammates with the previous year’s champion, Lewis Hamilton at McLaren, and you were headed off to Ferrari with Fernando. 

Your hand reaches up, fingers interlocking over his. “I suppose.” 

“Good,” he rolls onto his side. “We need a shower.” 

“We?” You asked, amused as the man nudged you off the bed.  Jenson follows behind you, his arms wrapped around you as you two made your way to the bathroom. 

“Yes, we. Save the planet, y/n. Less water wasted if we shower together.” 

“You’re so cheesy.” You tell him, turning in the doorway to look at him. Jenson’s leaning on you, your hand resting on his jaw when you kiss him. 

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2016, Abu Dhabi. 

A lot has changed in the last 7 years.

Jenson had stuck it out with McLaren up until this year when he announced that he would be retiring at the end of the season, leaving behind his teammate, Fernando. You had just switched from Ferrari after 5 years, Sebastian taking over as golden boy of the red team and you joined Mercedes at the beginning of the 2016 season. 

You and Jenson remained close, your interactions in the paddock still being the hot gossip it was, just like all those years ago; the tabloids never stopped and not that either of you cared, you still went on with your partying and your fun. 

The final race of the season and you and Lewis were in a front row lockout. Lewis in P1 and you in P2, you were ahead by 12 points going into the final race and Toto had given you both a warning; there’s a lot on the line and he knows you both want to win but you need to play fair. No pushing, no shoving and most importantly, no DNFs. 

Lights are out and off you go. On lap 12, Jenson had an engine failure and DNFed his final race but he didn’t seem to mind. 

You and your teammate were fighting for the lead for the majority of the race. Lewis managed to hold the lead until lap 45 when you overtook him in turn 6, but you weren't too concerned about winning the race. 

It would be a perk but even if you come in P2, you would win the championship. 

Lewis managed to squeeze past you, regaining the lead and you knew there was a good bit of space between you and Daniel’s RedBull that was behind you. It was the final lap and you weren’t letting up; making sure to hold your place in P2. 

The last lap was sort of a blur, you knew that Lewis was ahead of you and someone was behind you, so you were most definitely in second place. You aren't sure when you cross the line, but you heard your engineer screaming over the radio, telling you that you had just won the championship. 

This was your 3rd championship in a row; your last two being won at your time with Ferrari. 

You’re still in a state of shock, how often does someone win a championship during their first year with a team? Especially after coming off two previous wins. It was an incredible feeling. 

The team smothered you in love, hugs and congratulations when you got out of the car. You can see Jenson off to the corner, smiling at you when you make your way to get weighed. You didn’t get a chance to stop and talk to him, they were rushing you through so they could get you, Lewis and Daniel onto the podium. 

You could pinpoint Jenson in the crowd, the biggest smile on his face as he had over the last 2 years, watching as you received your trophy and was crowned champion for the 3rd year in a row. 

There's a big smile on your face, Toto turning away as you and Lewis sprayed him with champagne. You were by the railing, spraying the rest of the bottle on the crowd below but you were only looking at one person. He smiles at you, his hand on his chest as he taps it 3 times. You mirror his action, tapping your chest 3 times before tipping the bottle in his direction and taking a big sip of the fizzy liquid. 

The 3 little taps, your own quiet way of saying I love you. 

You’re back in the Merc garage, hidden away in your driver’s room to get ready for the team photo when somebody knocked on your door. 

“It’s open!” You shouted, your back turned to the door as you dug for the shirt you were supposed to wear. 

“I could be a kidnapper, a murderer, a stalker, and you shout it’s open?” Jenson asked, reminding you of all those years ago when he won his championship. 

You turn to see the man, his black shirt had the words 2016 world champions! on it and a photo of you standing on your car from a few races back. “Where’d you get that?” You laughed, finally finding your own shirt in the cupboard. 

“I know people.” He smiles, sitting on the bench in your room. He reached into his pocket before pulling you to sit on his lap. Your arm slung over his shoulder as you looked at your former teammate. 

Jenson reached for your left hand, slipping the gold band he pulled from his pocket back onto your finger. He lifts your hand to him, pressing a kiss to it. 

“Proud of you, Mrs. Button.” 

The secret was beyond well kept. 

You and Jenson had begun dating during the 2010 season, after your move to Ferrari and his to McLaren. He proposed to you at the end of the 2014 season after your first championship win and you said yes. You two got married over the summer break of 2015, it was mostly family, friends and a few drivers; Seb, Lewis, Mark, Nico and Daniel. 

It was a good few years; 3 championships and a marriage. 

“I love you, Jenson.” You smiled, a hand on his face when you kissed him and he could feel the coldness of your wedding band on his cheek. Jenson’s hand slips under the hem of your shirt, his wedding band leaving a little cold spot behind as he rubbed your back softly. “I love you, y/n.”

“Ready to go, champ?” He asks, nudging you to get up. 

You grab his hand, fingers interlocking with his. “Ready now.” You smiled. 

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[jenseclaren]

Jenson and Sebastian are getting married and Nico helps with planning but the happy couple is scheming behind Nico’s back

The kitchen table in Jenson and Sebastian's apartment was filled with wedding stuff. Examples for invitations, samples for cakes, pictures of flowers. Ever since Jenson proposed and Sebastian decided that he didn't want to wait long before getting married, the table had been in that state.

Nico was sitting on top of the counter with a glass of white wine in his hand. He was already done with the undecidedness of the couple. He was beginning to regret his decision to help them with planning.

He assumed when Jenson asked him for help, he would only deal with best man stuff. What he had in mind was helping Jenson with an outfit or planning the bachelor party. He quickly realised he was there to make final decisions because both Sebastian and Jenson were impossible.

‘’We can’t have red roses at a pastel themed wedding!’’ Sebastian exclaimed, Nico chuckled into his wine. Jenson rolled his eyes, ‘’But they’re classic!’’ he resisted his fiance. Nico chuckled once again, finished his wine and jumped down from the counter.

‘’Seb is right.’’ Nico said, opening the fridge. He wasn’t even looking at the couple but he could paint a picture of Jenson’s face accurately. Offended but not enough to argue.

‘’Even Nico agrees with me and he never does!’’ Sebastian said dramatically to prove his point. Nico shrugged and joined them around the table with a new glass of wine.

‘’You’re supposed to be on my side!’’ Jenson screeched with a grin on his face, Seb started laughing and rested his head on his fiance’s shoulder. Nico shrugged again and pouted, ‘’I’m on nobody’s side, I’m neutral, like Switzerland.’’ he said.

‘’We need to move on from flowers anyway, invitation list is priority.’’ Nico continued, he didn’t wanna be this bossy when it was their wedding but he had no choice. Jenson and Seb’s understanding of wedding planning was strictly flirting, no planning.

‘’Also I got confirmation from the reception venue.’’ Nico added, his smile grew with the sight of the couple cheering and kissing each other in celebration. A fast wedding meant it was hard to get venues.

Sebastian pulled the list of people they could potentially invite but since they decided on a strictly close friends and family wedding, the list of names had to decrease drastically. Nico didn’t even realise how many people his friends knew since he felt like he knew everybody in their lives.

Jenson tilted his head so he could see the names, Nico was just sitting across them sipping his wine. He was examining the invitation card they had chosen, that one they actually needed none of Nico’s help, it was a clear decision.

Nico had gotten distracted and was not at all following the couple’s conversation on whether colleagues should be invited or not. Until he heard that name, Lewis. He flinched as the familiar name they had been avoiding for a year filled his ears again. He looked up, Seb and Jenson were staring at him. Only now noticing that they hadn’t avoided the name like they always did.

‘’He’s coming?’’ Nico asked, the couple looked at each other not knowing how to respond. ‘’Yeah.’’ Sebastian said, Nico knew Seb and Jenson were still in contact with Lewis. Sebastian and Lewis always had been close, they were even flatmates before Sebastian moved in with Jenson.

‘’For sure?’’ Nico asked, he didn’t even know what he wanted to hear. Lewis was his childhood best friend, his partner in crime for twenty years. Maybe he overreacted when he decided to move abroad but it hurt Nico so much he didn’t know what was an appropriate reaction.

He had never lived more than thirty minutes away from Lewis and now he was hours away. He didn’t even mean to cut contact after he moved away, it just happened. There was no bad blood, just haunting silence.

One last hug at the airport, few updates the first few weeks and then silence. Nico had made it about himself, Lewis seeking out an opportunity. He had tried to guilt Lewis, telling him he was leaving him alone. Both of them knew it wasn’t true. It was just that when the same person was by your side at all times, the sudden distance made him lonelier than he was.

Nico felt like Lewis moving meant that he was never as important to Lewis as Lewis was to him. It all was very unfortunate. How even though they tried to keep the connection like Lewis and Sebastian did, they were terrible at it. It didn’t feel the same, so they went silent.

What came next was Seb and Jenson stopping the updates they gave on Lewis to Nico. It was too painful for him, remembering what he lost. Then the name became a taboo, even shared memories and inside jokes disappeared.

While this was happening on Nico’s side, Jenson and Sebastian were trying to keep their friendship alive with both. The friend group impossible to separate had been separated. Nico knew this day would come, the day he would come back. It had been almost exactly a year since Lewis left, Nico no longer was angry at him for moving. He was just mourning the friendship he had. Nico missed Lewis, Jenson and Sebastian had been there when he was acting like he wasn’t hurting.

‘’Yeah, just talked to him this morning.’’ Sebastian clarified, Jenson was trying to read Nico but he had no expression sitting on his face. It was worrying because even though he was the kind of person to hide feelings, it had never been the case when it was about Lewis.

Nico nodded silently, ‘’Cool’’ he said and chugged the glass of wine sitting in front of him. He got out of his chair, without saying anything and went to the bathroom.

Seb immediately turned to Jenson. “Too strong feelings for a best friend.” he commented, Jenson nodded. It had always been an unspoken inside joke between the couple, how they thought Lewis and Nico would end up together.

“This is our chance.” Sebastian continued, Jenson raised his eyebrows. “A wedding is a perfect opportunity.” he further explained, Jenson tilted his head.

Jenson looked confused, “What?” he asked. Seb chuckled and put his one hand on his fiance’s shoulder.

“We’re gonna get them together.” Seb said, Jenson was more confused because whatever Sebastian was saying just didn’t go through his head.

“But they haven’t even talked in a year.” Jenson said, Seb smiled big. “Yes!” he cheered, Jenson didn’t understand what was so good about that statement.

“They’ve been both longing for each other for a year!” Seb said, Jenson for once felt like he was the wise one in the relationship.

“You know both, this can backfire easily.” Jenson said, Sebastian just nodded. “If we make sure that the wedding is not the first time they see each other, they will break the ice and the wedding can perform its magic.” Seb explained. Jenson wasn’t sold.

“I feel like we changed roles.” he said and Sebastian laughed. “Yeah a bit.” he smiled and gave Jenson a kiss on the cheek.

But you might have a point.” Jenson raised his eyebrows again, Sebastian smiled. “The bachelor parties, after a certain hour we can mesh them, almost all our friends are mutual anyway.” Sebastian said, Jenson nodded in agreement.

“That could work but Nico is planning my party, Kimi is planning yours.” Jenson reminded, Seb forgot about that detail and pouted.

“Then we will improvise on the day.” Sebastian said, Jenson nodded just because he didn’t have any counter agreements.

It was kind of funny how they were both so excited about getting married but the planning part was not fun for either of them. They just wanted to get on with it. Thank god Nico was a control freak that they could get away with it. He knew both of them enough to make the right decisions anyway.

“Will it be that simple?” Jenson asked, Seb shrugged, not knowing what to say. “We can hope so.” he said, Jenson pouted.

“Let’s hope so.” Jenson said right when Nico came back to the kitchen. “Hope what?” he asked, curious as always.

“Uhh.” Jenson panicked, Sebastian was quick to come to his rescue. “Kimi planning my bachelor party.” Seb said, Jenson left a suspicious kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

Nico wasn’t sold but he didn’t feel like digging in too deep. The conversation went back to the guest list, the topic of Lewis wasn’t brought back again.

Jenson and Sebastian were sure that their plan was going to work. It would be such a shame if all the love they had got wasted on miscommunication.

[23victoria]

Jealousy, Jealousy

f1 grid x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: just the guys being jealous, a lil uncomfortable situations ig,

authors note: sorry i took so long with this anon 🥹🤍! also sorry if this is bad for some reason i was struggling 😓 also ignore any typos any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! if you wanna join my taglist, click HERE!

f1 masterlist

Lewis

You were at a quaint bookstore in London, browsing through the latest bestsellers. Lewis was busy with a media event, so you decided to take some time to yourself. While searching the shelves, a charming young man approached you, striking up a conversation about the book you were holding.

"So, are you a Ana Huang fan?" he asked, flashing a friendly smile.

You smiled back, appreciating the casual conversation. "Yes, I love her Twisted series! Currently reading book 2."

"That's one of the best books!" he said, inching closer. "I can definitely recommend some more books similar to hers! Maybe if I could get-"

Unbeknownst to you, Lewis had wrapped up his event early and decided to surprise you. He walked into the bookstore just as you were chatting with the stranger. He immediately noticed the man's enthusiastic gestures and your engaged expression. His protective instincts kicked in.

He approached with a confident stride, sliding an arm around your waist. "Hey, babe. Who's your friend?" Lewis's tone was polite, but his eyes were intense.

"Oh, Lewis! This is Tom, we were just talking about The Twisted Series!" you said, trying to ease the tension.

Tom extended his hand, but Lewis's grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Lewis."

Tom picked up on the vibe and quickly made his exit. "Nice to meet you too. I'll let you two enjoy your day."

As Tom walked away, you turned to Lewis, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

Lewis chuckled, relaxing his hold. "Maybe a little. Can you blame me? He was cleary interested."

You kissed his cheek, reassured by his protectiveness. "You’re cute when you get like this, you know you're the only one for me."

Max 

You were at a trendy bar in Monaco with some friends, celebrating your  movie premiere. Max was racing that weekend, so you hadn't expected to see him. While chatting at the bar, a guy approached you, complimenting your dress.

"That dress looks amazing on you," he said smoothly.

"Thanks," you replied, smiling politely.

Max, who had finished his practice session early, decided to surprise you. He walked into the bar and immediately spotted you talking to the stranger. His mood darkened as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you.

Max wasted no time, walking straight over and placing a possessive hand on your lower back. "Hey, schatje. Who's this?"

You turned, surprised and delighted to see him. "Max! This is Jason. He just complimented me on my dress."

Jason, sensing the tension, took a step back. "Nice to meet you, Max. You look beautiful Y/N, nice talking to you."

Max nodded curtly, watching Jason leave before turning his attention back to you. "What was that about?"

"Just a compliment," you said, smiling. "Why are you jealous?"

Max pulled you into a deep kiss, making sure everyone in the bar knew you were his. "No."

You laughed, hugging him tightly. "Yes you are, but it’s okay, I like when you get jealous. Besides you're the only one I want, Maxie."

Charles 

You were at the university library, studying for an upcoming exam. Charles was away for a race, so you decided to focus on your studies. A fellow classmate approached you, asking if he could join you at your table.

"Sure," you said, moving your books to make space.

The two of you started discussing your coursework, but the conversation soon shifted to more personal topics. Just as the guy was about to ask you out for coffee, Charles walked in. He had flown back earlier than expected to surprise you.

He saw you laughing with the guy and felt a pang of jealousy. Charles walked over, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Hey, love. Mind if I join you?"

You looked up, surprised and thrilled. "Charles! Of course, sit down. This is Peter, we were just studying."

Peter quickly excused himself, sensing the unspoken tension. "I'll see you around, Y/N."

As Peter left, Charles took his seat beside you, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders. "Who was that?"

"Just a classmate," you said, amused by his reaction. "Jealous much?"

Charles sighed, pulling you closer. "Maybe. But I have every right to be, I mean look at you, you're gorgeous. Any person with common sense would want you."

You kissed his cheek, whispering, "You're adorable, Char! You never have to worry about that. Trust me, you're the only one I want."

Oscar 

You were at a cozy café in Melbourne, waiting for your boyfriend. He had a busy schedule, but you managed to find time for a quick coffee date. While waiting, a guy at the next table struck up a conversation.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, clearly interested.

"Not really, just waiting for someone," you replied, hoping he would take the hint. 

He leaned in a bit closer, a confident smile on his face. "Well, maybe while you wait, we could get to know each other better."

Oscar walked in at that moment, his eyes narrowing as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you as he spoke. He walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Hey, baby. Ready to go?"

The guy quickly backed off, realizing he was intruding. "Oh, I'll leave you two to it," he said, standing up and walking away.

Oscar watched him go before turning to you. "Who was that?"

"I don’t know, just some random guy," you said, smiling up at him. "You feeling okay? You look a little red?"

Oscar shakes his head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Looking at him you say, “You sure it’s not because you got a little jealous?”

Oscar chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe a little. I just can't stand the thought of anyone else getting your attention."

You hugged him tightly, giving him a short kiss. "You just have to get used to having a very attractive girlfriend baby."

“I guess I do.” he says cheekily wrapping his arm around your waist as you guys walk out. 

Carlos 

You were in the pit lane, watching the preparations for the upcoming race. Carlos was busy with the team, so you decided to explore the area. A fellow fan, noticing your VIP pass, struck up a conversation.

"Are you here for the race?" he asked, clearly impressed by your pass.

"Yes, I'm here with my boyfriend," you replied, trying to be polite but distant.

"That's great," he said, undeterred by the mention of your boyfriend. "Is this your first time attending, or are you a regular?"

"Regular." you responded, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"Oh, so your boyfriend's rich, huh?" he remarked with a smirk.

"Uh, sure…yeah," you replied, taken aback and uncomfortable with his comment.

Carlos, having finished his briefing, spotted you talking to the guy. His protective instincts flared up as he saw him getting a bit too friendly.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, cariño. Everything okay?"

The guy quickly stepped back, realizing who Carlos was. "Oh, hey, big fan. Just talking about the race."

Carlos nodded curtly, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the race."

As the fan walked away, you turned to Carlos, smiling. "Thanks for the save."

"No problem," he replied, his expression softening.

"You know, I love how protective you are," you said, leaning into him. "And maybe when you get jealous just a little. It's cute."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Lets go get some food, cariño."

Lando 

You were at a gaming convention, enjoying the various booths and activities. Lando was busy with a panel discussion, so you decided to explore. A fellow gamer struck up a conversation, discussing the latest games.

"Have you tried the new VR game?" he asked, clearly excited.

"Not yet, but it looks amazing," you replied, sharing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's fantastic," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I wouldn't mind showing a beautiful girl like you how to use it sometime. It'd be fun."

Lando, having finished his panel, spotted you chatting with the gamer. Jealousy panned over him as he saw the guy flirting with you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey baby! What are we talking about?"

The gamer quickly felt the energy shift. "Just talking about the new VR game."

Lando nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Cool."

As the gamer walked away, you turned to Lando, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

Lando sighed, pulling you closer. "What?! It’s not my fault he was interested in my girlfriend."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Key word in that sentence is “my girlfriend”."

Sebastian 

You were attending a charity event, mingling with various guests. Sebastian was busy with the organizers, so you decided to socialize. A charming gentleman approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the event.

"It's great to see so many people supporting this cause," he said, smiling.

"Absolutely," you replied, enjoying the conversation.

He leaned in a little closer, his tone becoming more personal. "Especially when someone as beautiful as you is here."

You smile nervously, not expecting his direct approach. "Oh, thank you," you responded, trying to look around and grab Seb’s attention.

Sebastian, having finished his duties, spotted you talking to the guy, looking around. He saw the man getting too friendly and walked over to you.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, honey. Would you like a drink? Oh! Who's this?"

The gentleman quickly realized he was intruding. "Just talking about the event."

Sebastian nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the evening then."

As the man walked away, you turned to Sebastian, raising an eyebrow. "I love when you get protective, it’s hot, the jealousy too."

Sebastian smirked, pulling you closer. "Jealous? Me?! Don’t know what you’re talking about."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Mhmm, yea, yea. Let’s get my drink."

Jenson 

You were attending an award ceremony, mingling with various celebrities. Jenson was busy with interviews, so you decided to socialize. A charming actor approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the a.

"It's great to see so many talented people here," he said, smiling.

"Agreed," you replied, engaging in the conversation."All nominees this year were very talented and impressive."

He nodded thoughtfully, then leaned in a little closer, his gaze lingering on you. "Speaking of impressive, I couldn't help but notice how stunning you look tonight."

You chuckled softly, flattered but unsure how to respond. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

He grinned charmingly. "So, are you here with anyone special tonight?"

Jenson spotted you talking to the guy. And started to walk towards you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Who's this?"

The actor quickly realized you were taken. "Just talking about the event."

Jenson nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Yea, it’s a nice thing."

As the man walked away, you turned to Jenson, raising an eyebrow. "Nice thing?"

Jenson sighed, pulling you closer so he can squeezing your waist. "Didn’t know what to say without being rude so that's what came to my mind."

You smiled and kissed him gently. "Let’s go check out the catering at this 'nice thing'."

Daniel

You were exploring a quaint art gallery in Paris, enjoying the serene atmosphere and the beauty of the artwork on display. Daniel had left his phone in the car, leaving you to appreciate the art alone. As you admired a painting, a friendly gallery assistant approached, eager to discuss the artist's work.

"This piece here is quite exceptional," he said, gesturing towards a vivid abstract painting. "It really captures the essence of movement and emotion."

"It truly does," you replied, appreciating his enthusiasm. "The color blending and stippling is beautiful."

He smiled warmly. "You have a keen eye for art. Beautiful art for a beautiful girl."

"Oh, thank you," you said, trying to show no interest.

Daniel walked into the gallery, He approached, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Finding any new favorites?"

The gallery assistant reacted quickly to Daniel's presence and backed away. "Just discussing the beautiful artwork," he explained.

Daniel nodded casually. "Thanks for your insights, but we're good here."

As the gallery assistant politely excused himself, you turned to Daniel with a playful smirk. "Oh, someoness jealouss?"

Daniel chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "No, no. Protective, yes. Jealous, could never be me."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Mhm hm, if you say so."

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