"I didn't realise I needed your permission" + lipstick marks + Pierre gasly 😫
for some spice, I made it tsunoda!reader :)) // prompt: "I didn't realise I needed your permission"
Pierre had just gotten P5 in the race, his best finish in a while and you had nothing else on your mind than congratulating him. Your brother had been busy with media and you knew Pierre was in his driver's room so you took this as your chance to sneak off to see him.
He turns when he hears the door open, smiling at you when you shut it. "Hi pretty girl, what are you doing here?"
You were in his arms in an instant, kissing him like he was going to disappear. Pierre was more than welcoming to it, his hands resting on your lower back as you two stumbled to the couch.
You're straddling him when he registers what's going on. "Oh baby, you can't be here. You'll get in trouble."
Looking at the man a bit puzzled, "I didn't realize I needed your permission or anyone else's for that matter."
Pierre bites back a smile, your mouth always got you in trouble and it was the best kind.
He gives in, letting you kiss him again. You move to kiss down his jaw to his neck, the lipstick you had on left a faint mark on his pale skin, his hands wandering over your body.
There's a knock on his door and from the second he hears the voice, he's shoving you off his lap and signalling you to be quiet. Pierre opens the door, barely sticking his head out the door.
"Yuki," he smiles, "what can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for y/n, have you seen her?"
Pierre shrugs, "not since before the race, mate. Maybe she's in hospitality?"
Yuki's brows furrow, looking over his friend. "Who's in there with you?"
"What do you mean? I'm alone."
The younger driver smiles, chuckling. "Yeah okay, the lipstick on your face says otherwise."
Pierre brings a hand up to his face to wipe it. "If you see her, tell her I'm looking for her." Yuki tells him and then he's off. Pierre shuts the door, his back pressed to it and your hand covers your mouth to hold back the giggles.
"You're trouble," the man points a finger at you. You smile, reaching for him, "you love trouble."
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anj give me a brothers best friend moment with jenson button
“we shouldn’t”
“oh but we should”
*rubs hands together menacingly* you got it boss // prompt: "we shouldn't." "oh but we should."
Brawn had done it.
Jenson had done it.
He won the fucking championship.
As he had done most of the weekends this year, you all went out to party. This weekend was like none before; the liquor kept coming, a round of shots every few minutes, the girls came in and out the booth, your feet were killing you form how much you danced, your throat was sore from screaming but it burned with each slug of tequila.
Your older brother, Jenson's best friend, had left you in the care of Jenson as he had left with some girl he met. It was nearing 6am when Jenson decided to get some rest before continuing the party.
He found you on the dance floor, his hands on your hips when you turned to him. "C'mon sweetheart," he tries to lead you away but you pout, not wanting to leave. "Already ?!"
"It's 6am, honey. They're closing."
"You're the champion! Tell them to stay open, they can't kick you out!" You shouted over the music, bouncing around. Jenson smiled at your childish ways; if only it was so simple.
"Tried that already, babe. C'mon, please." He held your hand and you gave in, following him out of the club.
He wasn't sure where your room key was so he figured it'd be safest to let you sleep it off in his room. He'd take the couch and let you get some rest.
You leant on the wall as he tried to unlock the door, you watched as he fumbled with the keys. Your hand pressed to his chest, his heart felt as if it was beating a million miles an hour.
"I can't remember if I said it or not, but congratulations Jense." You smiled sweetly at the man, stepping closer to him when he unlocks the door.
The two of you barely moved into the door way when you trip over your feet, his arms around you to catch you. You smile at him, in your drunken mind, Jenson was your own Prince Charming.
You lean up, about to kiss him but he pulls back slightly; not because he wanted too but because he knows this was wrong.
You were drunk, you were his best friend's little sister.
He curses himself for looking down at you; hands pressed to his chest, bottom lip jutted out as you looked up at him. Jenson can't help but brush his thumb over your lip, "we shouldn't." He whispers to you.
"Oh," you stand on your tip toes, lips brushing over his. "But we should."
In this moment, all his logic goes out the window. There's a pretty girl that he's wanted for as long as he could remember throwing herself at him and he was on cloud nine.
He was world fucking champion.
Who was going to stop him?
Jenson closes the gap between you two, the door slams shut when he picks you up, carrying you over to the bed.
It's a mess of hands, the clothes aren't coming off fast enough. Your hand slips between the two of you, pushing your panties to the side while Jenson undoes his pants. He smiles against your lips, you can feel the tip of his cock pressed between your folds before he pushes into you.
The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.
Your legs over his shoulders, his hips digging into the back of your thighs with each thrust. Your hand was wrapped around his bicep, squeezing and nails digging into it.
He pushes the straps off your shoulders, tits spilling out over the top of the dress. Jenson glances down, letting you drop your legs from his shoulders. Instead, you wrap them around his waist and he leans down to kiss you once more, leaving a trial of marks and sloppy kisses until he reaches your tits.
There’s a faint purple mark between your tits; his new favourite spot.
“You're so pretty like this,” he says, your hips buck, wanting more from him. He can feel you clench around his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling.”
Jenson was still leaning over you, your hand resting on his cheek and pulling his focus back to you, eyes meeting each other; “in me.”
He looked like he had died and gone to heaven.
“In you?” He asks, making sure he heard you right. Your legs wrap around him tighter and you nod, “in me.”
Jenson’s thrusts are sloppy and between you asking him to cum in you and the way you were clenching around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Your hand pressed to his chest, his eyes find yours once more.
“Jense.. please.” You breathe, and he gives in, he can’t help himself; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “Want you to fuck me full,” you whisper to him when he drops down on top of you, your arms over his shoulders.
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