#jenson button

[eliotheeangelis]

if I had a nickel every time two mclaren teammates collided on the pit straight in canada etc

[jbtwentytwo]

Jenson Button during 2025 24 Hours of Le Mans (June 14-15th 2025) - From Jota Sport's instagram story

holding this photo hostage until the finish line in case something happens to the car

[landoposition]

is this absolute manwhore okay

[aintnobodylikemydesigurl]

something about history repeating itself

[norrisleclercf1]

Oh yeah

[faithsmadhouse]

Their Little Secret||Jenson Button x fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Summary—can’t think of one reader having a secret forbidden relationship with Jenson and Daniel.

Word count —893

Warning forbidden poly, hidden love, secret touches, public vs private, possessive sex, smut, aftercare age gaps Explicit Sexual Content (18+) Public-to-private tension (starts semi-public in a hallway, then moves to a locked lounge) Oral sex (fem receiving + fem giving) Face fucking / deepthroating Vaginal sex (unprotected) Creampie / breeding kink Dirty talk (degradation + praise) Possessiveness / Ownership themes Power play (light dominance, controlling language) Manhandling / physical restraint (lifting, pinning, hair pulling, thigh spreading) Multiple orgasms / overstimulation Aftercare (gentle touch, verbal check-ins, soft comfort)

You shouldn’t be here.

Not with Jenson’s hand on your bare thigh. Not with Daniel standing so close his breath brushes your neck.

Not in the hallway behind the VIP suite, lights low and music pounding just enough to drown out a moan if you’re careful.

But you love being here.

“Hold still, sweetheart,” Jenson murmurs, fingers ghosting up the inside of your thigh, lifting the hem of your dress. “If someone walks by—”

“Let them,” Daniel cuts in, voice low and dark. He’s behind you, his hands already slipping beneath your hair, exposing your throat. “She’s shaking. Fuck, you’re shaking for us, aren’t you?”

You swallow hard. You were dancing ten minutes ago politely, smiling, like a normal woman in heels and gloss and lies. But you knew they were watching. You felt them watching.

Now Jenson’s fingers slip beneath the thin lace of your panties. He hums. “Soaked.”

Your breath catches.

You aren’t supposed to want this like this. Not in public. Not when no one knows what’s happening behind closed doors and stolen minutes. But it makes your heart race harder. Makes your core throb more.

They have you cornered. And you’re not trying to get away.

Jenson pins your leg over his knee, holding you open. Daniel slips a hand into your hair and tilts your face back until his lips brush yours.

“Say it,” he whispers.

You hesitate.

He tightens his grip just slightly, enough to make you gasp.

“Say it,” Jenson echoes, now pushing one slow, deliberate finger inside you. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you breathe, barely audible.

Jenson adds a second finger, crooking them just right. “Who?”

“You—both of you. I’m yours.”

Daniel kisses you then fast, rough, all tongue and need. He groans into your mouth as Jenson fucks you open with his fingers, slow and deliberate. Each curl has you pressing against Daniel’s chest, desperate for more.

They keep you right there. Hovering. Desperate.

“You look so pretty like this,” Jenson murmurs. “Ruined and quiet.”

“She’s close,” Daniel says, pulling your head into his chest to muffle your moans. “You're gonna come for us, baby? On Jenson’s fingers like a good little slut?”

Your hips jerk, breath stuttering.

“Say it,” Jenson demands again, voice suddenly sharp. “Say what you are.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m your dirty little secret.”

They groan in unison.

And you come hard, biting Daniel’s collar, body trembling as Jenson fucks you through it with a knowing, practiced rhythm. He watches your face with smug satisfaction.

By the time they let you breathe again, you’re slumped between them, boneless.

But they’re not done.

Jenson adjusts his cuffs. “Ten minutes.”

Daniel nods. “Champagne toast’ll cover it.”

Then they drag you into the nearest empty room.

It’s dark, opulent. A lounge with velvet furniture and a heavy lock on the door.

You’re barely inside before Daniel is pulling your panties down to your ankles and Jenson is pushing you to your knees.

“You take Daniel first,” Jenson says, unbuckling his own belt slowly. “You know he gets impatient.”

Daniel’s already unzipping, cock thick and hard in his hand. “Open that pretty mouth, baby.”

You do. You want to be good for them.

You need to be good.

Daniel fucks your mouth with a steady rhythm, hand in your hair, praise falling from his lips like confetti.

“Fuck, that tongue—she was made for this, Jense.”

“Look at her cheeks. So red. She loves being used.”

You moan around him, thighs pressed together, dripping.

Jenson crouches behind you, whispering in your ear as you suck Daniel’s cock. “You’re gonna take both of us, aren’t you? One after the other. And tomorrow, you’ll smile and wave and pretend like no one owned your pussy tonight.”

You nod desperately.

And when Daniel finally groans and spills down your throat, Jenson pulls you up, kisses your mouth like he’s claiming it, and bends you over the couch.

“You’re not quiet now,” he says, lining up behind you. “That mouth better scream for me.”

He pushes in all at once, deep and filthy and perfect.

Your cry echoes against the velvet cushions.

Daniel watches, shirt unbuttoned, eyes locked on where Jenson disappears inside you.

“Fucking hell. She’s dripping. You bred her brainless.”

“That’s the plan,” Jenson grunts, pounding into you harder. “She’ll remember who owns this sweet cunt.”

You’re shaking again. Your head spins with every slap of skin, every filthy word, every yes that tumbles out of your mouth.

And when he groans, “Come again for me. Now,” your body obeys without hesitation.

You shatter. Again. Completely undone.

They pull you into their laps when it’s over Daniel rubbing slow circles on your spine, Jenson kissing your temple like it’s sacred.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Jenson murmurs.

“Perfect,” you whisper, dazed and warm and so, so full.

Daniel wraps you in his jacket, kisses your shoulder. “You were amazing. Ours. Fucking perfect.”

They help you fix your hair, wipe your thighs, adjust your dress.

Then Jenson’s voice lowers again. “No one can know.”

You nod, breath caught in your throat.

Daniel smirks. “Then let’s keep making it worth it.”

And you do every stolen night, every bruise hidden under silk, every whisper in the dark. You belong to them in secret.

And you love being their dirty little secret.

[brawngp2009]

[dailywec]

Jenson Button of Cadillac Hertz Team Jota during WEC's 2025 24H of Le Mans at the Circuit de la Sarthe by Frédéric Le Floc'h / DPPI

[lewisarchive]

Sir Lewis Hamilton, Jenson Button, Geri Halliwell and Ron Dennis at the opening of the McLaren showroom in London (2011)

[changing-my-username]

[strulobitch]

Answering asks when I get in the car, but in the meanwhile have this ficlet I wrote of the current senior group finding out about Makkinen, set in their junior year(maybe)

cw: nsfw themes/talk of nsfw, no actual 18+ content. (Also probably bad writing lmfao I only read through this once after writing it)

Jenson feels like his world has just turned upside down. After finding out what he just has, he knew he had to spread the word. He runs towards the library, before stopping, and beginning to furiously speedwalk towards the library, as running in the halls was not permitted, and Jenson is pretty sure he has already filled up his quota for what he could get away with for the year. And it wasn't even November.

Jenson pushes open the large wooden door, the old hinges greeting him with a familiar whine as he steps in, his polished shoes clacking against the marble floor as he navigates through the tables, finally stopping to the one where his group is sitting at. He slams his hands down on top of it, startling everyone.

Nico, with a book in his hands and his hair perfectly styled per usual, raises an eyebrow at his antics, looking very much unamused. His uniform is perfect, contrasting to Jenson's messy appearance of rolled up sleeves and open buttons. Besides him sits Lewis, dressed similarly to Nico, looking slightly confused, having been deep in thought before Jenson appeared. Across him on the other side of the table is Sebastian, dressed only in the pants and shirt of the uniform, his tie and jumper forgotten somewhere, with a small cup of rice porrige in front of him that he is meticulously trying to feed to Kimi, who is sat next to him, his uniform somewhere between Sebastian's and Nico's. Not too neat, but not messy either. They all turned to look at Jenson, the spoon Sebastian had been holding against Kimi's lips and trying to force past them was now pressed again't Kimi's cheek, smudging porridge on his skin. Jenson was about to comment on how gross that was, but he remembered he had something to say.

"They're fucking," he blurts out, making a vague gesture with his hands. The others exchange glances. "Who are?" Lewis hesitantly asks. "The teachers!" Jenson explains, making another gesture with his hand, now demonstrating what kind of acts he was talking about. Nico makes a face, scoffing. "Right. Which teachers exactly? And do I even want to know how you know this?" He questions. "Probably not, but I'm telling you anyways," Jenson replies, grabbing a chair and sitting down, reaching over to grab a few apple slices off Nico's tray, who just rolls his eyes, knowing better than to argue with him. "Okay, so," Jenson starts, leaning in conspiratorially, lowering his voice as the four other boys focus their attention on him. "Remember how we were supposed to return those writing assignments today? And how I forgot mine at the dorms? Well turns out I didn't, as it was in my locker where I'd put it in advance so I wouldn't forget it, but then forgot that I did that," Jenson begins explaining. "Get to the point already," Nico urges impatiently, chewing on a thin slice of his apple. "I am, just hold on. So I went to return the assignment to Mr. Häkkinen, and you won't believe what I saw," Jenson then continued, raising his head for a moment and looking around, before lowering his voice even more.

"I saw Mr. Häkkinen and Mr. Schumacher... Making out," he whispers. Everyone gasps, except Kimi, who was preoccupied with writing in his notebook. "Making out? Like.. Like with tongue?" Lewis asks hesitantly, to which Jenson nods eagerly. "Yeah, with tongue. And hands. Very handsy, both of them. And I'm pretty sure it was about to escalate. Like I think it was a pre-sex makeout session," Jenson continues, riling himself up as he tries to convey what he saw by standing up and using Nico as a prop. "Mr. Schumacher was like this- he had his hands all like this and this, and then Mr. Häkkinen was like "Ah, Michael...", and then Mr. Schumacher-." "Could you stop groping me?" Nico questions, shrugging the other boy's hands off of him, making a face, to which Jenson laughs at, but quickly quiets down as he sees the absolutely murserous gaze Lewis is sending him. He raises his hands in a placating gesture, bowing his head. "My apologies," Jenson says, before slapping his hands together. "But this is insane, right?" He continues.

Kimi finally looks up from his notebook. "What is?" He questions. "Häkkinen and Schumacher are fucking," Sebastian fills him in. "Yeah?" Kimi responds, with a questioning tone and a furrow of his brow. "What do you mean 'yeah'?" Jenson scoffs. "This is big news!" "How so?" Kimi questions. "What? Do you think people become celibate after they turn thirty?" Jenson shakes his head, cheeks flushing. "Of course not! It's just... I mean come on now," he replies, starting to get a bit frustrated.

Before they could continue however, Nico pipes up from his spot. "Wait... Isn't Mr. Häkkinen married?" He asks, and everybody pauses. "You're right! He is married!" Jenson exclaims. He looks around again, and leans back in. "Mr. Schumacher is having an affair!" He whispers, eyes wide. "No he's not?" Kimi responds, now also looking confused. "What do you mean?" Jenson questions. "If he's married, then he's cheating. With Mr. Schumacher," he continues slowly, trying to get Kimi to understand. "No...?" Kimi replies, looking at the other four boys like they were stupid. "Explain," Lewis urges. "Mr. Häkkinen is not cheating on his spouse with Mr. Schumacher. Because his spouse is Mr. Schumacher," Kimi responds, like it was obvious.

For a moment everyone is silent. And then a chorus of "what!?" sounds out in the mostly silent library, earning them quite a few glares. "What do you mean 'they're married'!?" Nico asks, bewildered. "Yeah, they've been married for like... Ten years? I think," Kimi responds casually, taking the spoon from Sebastian and shoveling a spoonful of the porridge into his mouth. Everyone else is silent, trying to process what they've just heard.

"Bullshit," Sebastian declares, shaking his head. "If they were married, I would know. Mr. Schumacher would have told me. They are not married," he insists. Kimi shakes his head. "They are," he replies. "Pics or it didn't happen," Sebastian challenges, to which Kimi shrugs and digs his laptop from his bag.

Everyone huddles around the screen, watching as Kimi logs onto Facebook, clicking into his profile and opening the friend list. Soon enough, both Mr. Häkkinen and Mr. Schumacher are added as friends. Kimi clicks on Mr. Häkkinen's profile, opening it up. His profile picture is what looks to be an attempt at a selfie that was ruined by a big dog shoving it's head into frame. His profile is private, and bio simply read "The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. -Jane Austen." Jenson reads it out loud, chuckling to himself. "Hmm... I wonder what subject this guy teaches," he jokes, earning a slight grin from Sebastian, no reaction from Kimi, an eye-roll from Lewis and a scoff from Nico. "Leave him alone," Nico says, oddly defencive. "He's one of the best teachers out there. Who cares if he's a little corny on his private Facebook?" Jenson huffs, and shakes his head. "I was only joking," he mutters.

On the page is a photo of Mr. Häkkinen and Mr. Schumacher, looking to be at some sort of a house party, enjoying drinks and leaning into each other, Mr. Schumacher's arm wrapped around Mr. Häkkinen's shoulders. They're both younger, and wilder, guessing from the way they're dressed and what the party looks like.

Sebastian lets out a whistle. "Damn... Häkkinen was hot back in the day," he remarks. "Kind of a twink though... When was this taken?" Kimi scrolls down a bit. "95'," he responds. "'Happy anniversary to us'," Lewis reads out loud. "'We were young, dumb and in love. Now we're not young, still a bit dumb, and definitely in love. Ten years going strong. Love you.'" Nico lets out an 'aww' at that. "How cute," he says. "How corny, more like," Jenson mutters. "Oh shut it. You're just jealous because nobody wants to date your sorry ass," Nico replies. "Not true! I get plenty of action," Jenson insists. "Yeah, but after finding out what an insufferable personality you have, they stop coming over," Nico quips.

Before the situation could escalate, Sebastian spoke up. "Ooh, look at Niki's!" Sebastian insists, tapping the screen with his finger, pointing to a comment left by the man himself. Kimi obeys, clicking on his profile. It's quite bare, with only a few status updates and photos, mostly reposted from the other teachers, discussing things regarding the school. But there was one picture that caught their eye. It was a post pinned to the top of the page, showing a black and white image of two boys standing in the school's uniforms. The shorter one, with curly brown hair and strong, triangular facial features was clearly Niki, though much younger and without his scars. The other man they couldn't recognise, though he seemed familiar to a few of them. He was taller, blond, and undoubtedly handsome. The boys were talking, laughing with each other about something when the cameraman had captured their little moment, surrounded by the schoolyard and other students, but only focused on each other.

"Huh..." Jenson says after a moment of silence. "That's interesting." Kimi looks at the photo, and scrolls down to see the caption. "'Missing you'," Sebastian reads out loud. "Missing who?" Nico and Lewis both shrugged. "Don't know who that is," Lewis says. "Me neither," Nico adds. "He seems kind of familiar. But I don't think Niki has ever spoken about him. At least not that I can remember." Jenson humms in response. "He doesn't have his scars in here," he points out. "That's true," Sebastian responds. "So he wasn't born with them then."

"What are you boys doing?" A voice sounds from behind them. Kimi slams the laptop screen down, all five boys twisting around to see the subject of their gossip session, Mr. Häkkinen, standing there. He has his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows raised behind his thin glasses, which he takes off and tucks into his pocket. The boys exchange looks, none of them wanting to speak up. Mr. Häkkinen had a reputation of being a calm and relaxed teacher, but none of them knew what to expect from him now.

Mr. Häkkinen looks at them sternly, before breaking into a small grin. "Honestly I thought that you'd figure it out sooner," the man states, chuckling to himself. "W-What...?" Jenson questions, taken off guard. "Yeah, me and Michael are married," he says. "And yes, Niki wasn't born with those scars. But you'll have to get him to tell you what happened, because I won't crack," he continues. The boys stared at him in disbelief. "So... So all this time... You and Mr. Schumacher..." Sebastian manages to speak up, making a vague hand gesture. Mr. Häkkinen laughs. "Yeah. Me and Michael, yes," he says, still grinning. "Let's keep this between us, yeah? Let's not have anyone reprimanded over this, right?" He continues, glancing at Jenson in specific. "And all in all, it's more fun if you let the other students figure it out on their own. I think my personal best was a few students going all the way up to graduation without figuring it out," he concludes then, glancing at his watch. "Anyhow, I think it's time we all head to class. See you later, boys," Mr. Häkkinen says, waving goodbye as he walks off.

"And Jenson!" He calls out by the door. "Don't forget that assignment for next class!" Jenson looks down, seeing the stack of papers on the floor, having fallen down there in the hassle.

[the-original-character]

The f1 peak grid described in one pic.

[isacksteban]

gonna write a princess cake fic where they beat up danica patrick then make out

[dormitorydoor]

i'll make everything about sebson 😁😁😁😁😁 thank you vinted

[cykadnik]