#jenson button x y/n

[norrisleclercf1]

Can I has Mafia!Jenson x assistant!reader where she wears the body jewellery to a dinner of some sorts, or like an event, and Jenson is just completely speechless? They're in that weird cat and mouse game still where they both know the other has feelings but are too scared to admit their own but Jenson would kill whoever looks at her 👐🏼

A/N: HEHEHE

"I am, not wearing that."

Lewis snaps his fan closed and groans, cracking his neck as he glares at you. "Yes the fuck you are, now, go change." He pats your ass and throws you into the changing room. You turn quick and pull at the handle and groan when you realize the bastard locked it from the outside.

"I'll just stay in here!" You yell, a snort echos, as Lewis's boots click on the floor. "Fine you can stay in there, but Jenson will come in here, now wither I open the door with you dressed or naked, is your choice." Biting down hard, your jaw aches from the threat, blowing air out as you take a moment to calm down.

"I hate you!" "No you don't,"

Groaning, you hate that Lewis was right, you could never hate your best friend. Looking at the outfit you groan and quickly undress.

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"Goddamn, even I'd fuck you." Blushing at the words, Lewis smiles as he walks around you. Wearing black stilettos, a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut V that went down to your naval, your breasts holding perfectly it looked sinful, it had slits on either side that went up to the curves of your hip bones, you'd keep to yourself you weren't wearing any panties. But the silent killer, was this small but noticeable gold chain that layed on your sternum, but broke off at the end and wrapped under your breasts. It had gorgeous little pearls that adorned your skin, it looked classy yet a little hint of seduction. Lewis loved it.

"Well, okay," Lewis takes a breath and fixes his pants which has you slapping his shoulder but you both giggle, leaning in he kisses your cheek and brings you over to do a smokey eye and paint your lips a deep wine red. "Thank you," You whisper, feeling confident.

You might work for Jenson Button, one of the feared men in the Mafia world and even made him fall to is knees, but even you needed to feel pretty once in a while, and Lewis was always happy to dress you up. "For you," He whispers and kisses your cheeks.

"I have to go," You sigh, not wanting to head to this meeting. Jenson had asked you to come with and Lewis decided to make you gorgeous and confident and have all the men eating out of your hand.

And damn did he succeed.

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Climbing out of the car you say thank you and hold your little clutch and walk inside to the dark little restaurant. You didn't know where Jenson and the other men where, looking around for them.

Jenson was going to murder Lewis. He was going to kill him and maybe torture him, but he was going to do something to the man. Because explain to him, why he gorgeous, sweet, somewhat shy, and brilliant assistant was currently wearing a dress that was begging Jenson to fuck her in.

Biting his lip he groans, seeing you in that dress should be illegal and the fact he now had business partners here, to see you in this dress. He was going to rip their fucking eyes out. Seeing you look around lost and confused made his blood bump so hard he could hear it in his ears. "Excuse me," He slides out of the booth and walks up behind you, and feels his pants get even tighter seeing the finer details of the dress.

God he wanted to take his hand and reach into the slits of the dress and grab your ass pulling you close, having you sit on his lap and feel him grow hard underneath you. He wanted to slide the long sleeves off your shoulders and watch as you bounce, the body jewelry teasing him and god, he was going to come right here. "Y/n," You jump, and he has to control himself from wrapping his arms around your waist.

"God, Mr. Button, scared me." You blush seeing the way he was eating you alive. "I'm sorry, but...what are you wearing?" He steps closer to you. Body tensing you hate the way you lean forward, craving the warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

"Lewis designed it for me," You whisper, as the two of you lean in closer, craning your neck to look up at him, as he looks down at you. "Come home wit-" "Mr. Button, you're table is ready for your orders," The two of you jump back as the waitress smiles, seeming somewhat annoyed and you blush looking away.

"Let's go," He whispers, and holds out his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table and stops. "Fuck, I can't." He moves to stand in front of you and shrugs his suit jacket off and laying in on your shoulders, covering your body, his hands tighten on the collar and pulls you in.

"Only I can see you like this, understand? Only me," He whispers, leaning in and you have the urge to lean in just a little bit, he smiles and bumps your forehead and moves away. "If they stare at you to long and make you uncomfortable, squeeze my thigh twice and I'll blow their fucking heads off," You nod, getting a smile from him, "Good girl."

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[natailiatulls07]

Sweet sugar

Sugar daddy!Jenson Button x female!sugar baby!reader

Summary - Everyone thinks Jenson would make the hottest sugar daddy, but what they don’t know is that he is one step ahead of them already

Warning - implied sugar daddy/baby relationship, age gap, swearing

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Jenson Button you could be a sugar daddy! OMFG!!!

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The simple life 🤍

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New wag!! Y/n L/n, a uni student, was spotted in Melbourne with ex racing driver Jenson Button. Jenson is also seen in the likes of her latest post. Thing is she’s 21 years old and Jenson is 43 years old, is this some sort of sugar daddy/baby relationship?? 🤔🤔

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Secrets out oh well, now I get to show off my sweet sugar 🥰

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[hrts4scarr]

ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no ﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙purpose use of lowercase letters only, not sure if there's gonna be another part, use of y/n, black-cat!reader, golden-retriever-ish!jenson, past-playboy!jenson, lowkey-past-toxic!jenson, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙icba checking but it's not much at all imooo fjdkjfdsjfkla﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙this lowkey reminds me of a 2018 wattpad story but fuck it we ball﹚

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IT WASN'T SURPRISING for a young, intelligent woman like you to get your dream job in motorsport, especially as the not very known sister of the much loved driver at rbr, sebastian vettel. start of the season, first day, no sweat. couldn't be much harder than what you've been studying for all your years at uni. you just started working for your brothers team, red bull racing. you could not wait. not only did you get to work at the job you've been dreaming of since you were a little kid, but you got to work along side your older brother, who you loved dearly.

even though you were attempted to be knocked down down by some stupid boys when you were younger, it never stopped you from watching f1 races, studying how they built their cars, or researching about your favourite motorsport. you were determined, stubborn and hardworking. the perfect traits for someone to pursue their dream job. with your supportive brother and family by your side, you were thankful that you finally have made it this far.

as the studious young lady you were, it also wasn't surprising that you were shuffling through your folder containing multiple notes, making sure you didn't forget anything. paying too much attention to what you were doing - rather than where you were going, you bumped into a hard wall.

no, wait. not a wall, but rather a fairly tall man in his early 30s. your folder falls to the floor, the pencil tucked behind your ear doing its best to stay put. squatting down to pick up the fallen folder, you mumbled rapidly. "shoot, sorry, that was completely my fault, i wasn't paying attention to where i wa-"

"relax, darling," you heard a chuckle, the british accent sounding familiar in your ears. "you seem to be stressing yourself out." as you stood up, you were faced with the one and only 2009 wdc winner. "..i- sorry." you whispered softly, embarressed as you stared at your shoes.

"it's alright, love. it was an accident." he grinned, leaning over slightly to see your face. "i haven't seen you around here, are you-"

"there you are!!" your older brother, jogs up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you seemed to forget all about your little accident as you crack into a smile. "c'mon now, you're going to be late." you giggle as seb drags you along with him.

jenson watched as you and sebastian went over to the red bull garage. his eyes followed your perfect posture, up to how your clothes were neat and unwrinkled, finally stopping and lingering on your face. 'friends' with the 2010 champion, hmm? he watched as you entered the garage. he couldn't wait to meet you again.

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"hello there, love." from the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow leaning on the doorframe. that same british accent from the day before, that same faint cologne, that same little smirk that seemed to get on your nerves in the weirdest - but not bad - way.

"mr. button." you nod as you wrote notes that you learnt the day before on your tablet.

"please, it's just jenson." jenson sat next to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were writing. he did it like personal space wasn't a thing. "i didn't get your name." he turned your head to face you, a small grin on his face.

"it's y/n." you say, not facing him.

"i take it you know sebastian? y'know, from yesterday." he asks, attempting to start a conversation.

"he's my brother." you press 'save' on your tablet, finally closing it and meeting jenson's eyes for the first time. your gaze lingered for a quick second, taking in his features, observing his demeanour.

jenson paused. "brother? i didn't know he had any siblings." jenson says curiously.

"you don't seem to know a lot of things." you say jokingly, giving him a tiny grin. the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"y/n vettel? such a pretty name for a pretty woman." he winks, thinking his usual playboy charm would work on you just like the other girls.

you can't help but roll your eyes playfully as you packed your things. "see you around, button."

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you reached into your handbag to pay for your ice cream. the cashier shook her head, gesturing to a man sitting by the window. "he already paid." you furrow your eyebrows. "oh, alright. thank you." you give the cashier a small smile before turning to where she was gesturing to.

jenson damn button. you could already feel his gaze on you and that lingering scent on him as you sat in front of the driver.

"there's really no need to pay for me, mr. button."

"and there's really no need to call me 'mr. button,' love." jenson chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee.

you sigh. you couldn't be stubborn with him, knowing how hard headed he was from all your years of watching f4 to f1.

"this is a nice little shop, don't you think? perfect place to hangout before the australian gp." jenson leans forward, that same smirk on his face.

"mmm, yeah. they have delicous ice cream." you take a bite of yours, not being able to help but feel guilty for not paying for your ice cream.

"what's your favourite flavour?" jenson asks, trying to fuel the conversation.

"chocolate. basic but the best." you say softly with icecream covered lips.

"that's fair." he chuckles. "i'm a vanilla kind of guy."

from there, your conversation grew longer. you both opened up more, sharing small laughs and recalling past memories. it felt like only minutes to you both, but little did you know it was nearly dinner.

"would you look at that, it's nearly 6pm." you check your phone.

"well, before i say goodbye, do you think i could have the pleasure of taking you out for dinner this thursday?" jenson grins.

"nice try, button, but im busy all week. try again next time, and we'll see." chuckling, you pack up your things. "later!" you leave the icecream shop as jenson's eyes follow.

"later." he mumbles. this felt different. different in a way he's never felt like this before. different in a way that you were different. different in a way he was really falling for someone. different or stupid, his stomach twisted with mixed feelings. different.

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i genuinely don't know when im gonna have more parts to this 😔﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud﹚

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[bestedoesmeow]

dad jenson button & mom y/n button

⋆୨୧˚ social media au ⋆୨୧˚

jenson spends the week away from home due to upcoming race season but never misses a day without seeing his children

good morning honey, its a bit cloudy in here today but still fighting with the humidity, how are you and how are the kids?

morning baby, you look spleenndidd!! wishing you the best day:)

kids are okay, FaceTime tonight? Maya says she is about to forget your face, we raised such drama queen 🫤

look at my baby... of course I'll call you as soon as I get to the hotel, tell her to look at my photos, I can't afford to be forgotten by my kids😨

okay, okay max maya and I'll be seeing you tonight❣️

see you sweetie❤️

-FACETIME-

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it's been a wonderful week and a weekend but can't wait to go home to my family to be honest!

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↘︎ user: I mean have you seen her? they are both so lucky

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daddy's home😍

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[libraryofloveletters]

Bound By Fate

Jenson Button x Fem!Teammate Reader

series summery: the strings of life connect two people; teammates, friends, perhaps lovers. Even when you think you’ve gotten rid of him, the strings of life pull you back in. some things are just meant to be. 

author's note: this was prompted by god knows what but this is my new passion project. jenson girlies, this one is for you. shoutout to @mev33 for losing her mind over this with me <333

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chapter one: united front

attached at the hip, jenson button and y/n l/n are the unstoppable duo. the same soul in two bodies. all but 4 points separating them. // “where you go, I go. What you see, I see. I know I’d never be me without the security of your loving arms, keeping me from harm. Put your hand in my hand and we’ll stand.” - Skyfall by Adele

chapter two: time cast a spell on you

spending nine months with someone is a long time, especially when you’re forced to be with them. feelings grow, both good and bad.  - “Time cast a spell on you but you won’t forget me. I know I could have I loved you but you would not let me. I’ll follow you down ‘till the sound of my voice can haunt you. Oh give it just a chance. You’ll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you.” - Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac  

chapter three: the blame is on you

two mclarens spin out, drivers at each other’s throat but only one’s to blame. what’s said on track doesn’t always stay there. - “It’s my own design, it’s my own remorse. Help me to decide, help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world.” - Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tear For Fear 

chapter four: no grace

jenson can’t take it anymore; the back stabbing, the betrayal. he did what he thought was best and left. on what was supposed to be the happiest night of y/n’s life, she’s heartbroken and upset. — “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace, so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me, but it kills you just the same. Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. You turned into your worst fears and you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. Crossing out the good years and you’re cursing my name, wishing I stayed.” -  My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift 

chapter five: the final tango

y/n and jenson find themselves front and centre, smiling for the cameras in their sunday bests, yet their hearts are in different places. - “it hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you. I’ve done the math, there’s no solution. We’ll never last. Why can’t I let go of this?” -  Promise by Laufey 

chapter six: secrets of us

when all is said and done, it’s never really over, is it? jenson spills far too much in a tell-all interview that back fires on both he and y/n. - “And you don’t seem to understand, a shame you seemed an honest man. And the fears you hold so dear will turn to whisper in your ear. And you know what they say might hurt you and you know that it means so much, and you don’t even feel a thing.” -  Duvet by Bôa

chapter seven: a chapter of me

four long years have passed, both y/n and jenson are in different places of life but they find themselves at Silverstone, together once again. jenson’s a commentator and y/n’s still a racer. seems the dust has settled. - “Just wanna let this story die, and i’ll be alright. We can’t be friends, but I’d like to just pretend. You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again.” -  We Can’t Be Friends by Ariana Grande 

chapter eight: a glimpse into the past

people come and go, life moves on; that has always been your view. you can’t move on when your past comes back to haunt you. -  “So I ask myself, do I let you go or do I keep you in the frame of my mind? Now I’m growing wise to your sugar coated lies, nothing’s sweet about my misery. Yeah, I finally found what went wrong, i finally found the wrong in you.” - On My Mind by Jorja Smith

chapter nine: twelve steps forward, one step back

the final race of your life, mixed emotions truly. your career was one out of a movie, you’re waiting for the final shoe to drop and when it does, it hits you hard. - “Isn’t it strange? I am still me, you are still you, in the same place. Isn’t it strange how people can change from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again?” - Strange by Celeste

epilogue - chapter ten: the last bow

life post retirement is a funny thing, you thought you’d be having fun but you’re bored out of your mind. a solo trip results in seeing a ghost from your past.  -  “I'm sure we're taller in other dimension, you say we’re small and not worth a mention. You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’. We could vacay, there’s places to go. Clearly this isn’t all that there is, can’t take what’s been given. But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine.” - White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 

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[18ls]

Hey love! Would love to hear your thoughts (in whatever format you prefer 🖤) on a Fernando and Jenson threesome 👀

oh YES i can

head stuck in 2009 when jenson wins the championship, fernando is SULKING because he’s on 9 place in the final standings and jenson is on cloud nine (LMAO)

jenson is a good friend you know? he sees fernando moping as he walks to his garage and tells him to come to the after party, because he’s getting DRUNK tonight. fernando begrudgingly accepts and they meet hours later in the party!

you're clinging to jenson, entranced by this man in front of you because oh my god??? why does he look so pretty under the dim lights of the club??? he clocks fernando and its quick how he drags both of you to the dance floor, youre between the two men, jenson in front and fernando behind you.

it’s not like you don’t know fernando, YOU KNOW fernando; it’s just like he seems a little unapproachable when he’s not winning, so seeing him get loose like this makes you grin.

what started as dancing becomes more like just grinding, and you’re quickly overwhelmed by the two men just, rubbing themselves at you, they seem to talk without when they start just, feeling you up. you’re more than willing, fuck! you want this as much as they want it, two world champions? fuck yeah!

you try to touch them back though, you’re a hard worker yourself, between kissing jenson and fernando sucking bruises into your neck from behind you can feel how the situation it’s going to dark places after the club

so YEAH YEAH YEAH Y E A H

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[zcorners120]

Jenson Button

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early 2010s jenson;

i can see him being so proud to have you. proud , cocky and being his usual confident self. paparazzi pictures of you two being close and touchy in different clubs and parties, drinks overflowing and the obvious wealth showing. supporting him from the pit lanes, his eyes searching for your comforting gaze in press conferences, cracking shitty jokes just to see your smile.

post f1;

the crazy party days are over and a distant memory. the media can see you two increasingly mature and your relationship become deep and intimate. getting pregnant wasn’t exactly on your checklist, but seeing him being so excited to become a father and start a family was unreal. just him and his two girls. now having appearances at some f1 races he makes sure the two of you are in view, pressing a kiss to each.

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[miloformula123fan]

jenson is hot okay, i think we can ignore the fact that this isn't a part of my 100 followers event

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode eight :: GOOD DAYS

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n (barely), multiple x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔it’s a good day to be y/n, to be a y/n stan and a red bull hater.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ hot dilfs, none.

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y/n singapore gp ft. george stealing my phone and queen alexandra doing god’s work 😮‍💨

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y/n ‘is there someone else/starry eyes’ 🎬 mv & behind the scenes are both out now 💐 had the absolute pleasure and honour of working with my closest best friends and literal soulmates on this one and they looked like princesses ⭐️💗 can’t be happier than this 🫧 love u to death!!! directed by me btw >:)

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[norrisleclercf1]

Could you write more for Jenson x F1 presenter wife and him being overprotective

A/N: Still in my dad mode and honestly Jenson would be so overprotective of pregnant!Reader

Jenson loved you and never wanted to prevent you from ever doing anything but, in this moment he really wanted to tell you to stop.

"You're right, and we're hoping Logan continues with you James. Alright, that's all we have for tonight! I'm Y/n Button and we'll see you next weekend at Abu Dhabi." The camera clicks as do the lights.

Jenson stays back, letting you come to him but instead James keeps your attention as he talks. You laugh, resting a hand on your ever growing stomach which James seems to get excited about, probably talking about his newest addition.

"Well, if you ever need a break. William's hospitality is always open for you." James touches your shoulder, Jenson was normally not jealous or protective. But, seeing James touch you and offering you help offended him and his pride.

"She's perfectly fine, James. Thanks." Jenson suddenly appears, but James the ever sweet man doesn't lose his smile. "That's good, let me know if you ever want that offer." Giggling you nod and lean into Jenson.

"My feet hurt," You mumble which has Jenson going straight into husband/father mode. "Come here," Jenson wraps an arm around your waist and bares most of your weight. "Maybe, maybe it's time for you to, I dunno." Jenson stops, knowing you weren't going to like this.

"I'm not going to stop working until I absolutely have to. Jen, I know you're worried but I'm fine. Baby Button isn't due until February. Which fucking sucks, I'm missing the first 2 months of work." Pouting, Jenson has to not cheer at this.

"Hey, it'll be okay. Mark, Fernando, Nico, Lewis and Sebastian will be around. They're already fighting about being the baby's godfather. So, please just enjoy your break." You eye your husband and he sees your thoughts.

"And I'm not saying this because I'm tired of all the drivers and everyone fawning over you. But, I want you to rest. Baby Button is growing and you're having a hard time. Please, please when we get home no going to Abu Dhabi." Jenson pleads but he knows he's losing.

"No, I'm going." Jenson groans, but still smiles as he leans in kissing you deeply. "I love you, so much." Jenson breaths. "Mrs. Button," Your camera man comes up but Jenson turns and glares. "My wife is done for the day," There was no room to argue.

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Jenson Button -

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Sweet Sugar

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[sebscore]

gen-z driver getting interviewed by jenson and all the drivers making fun of her for stumbling over her words

BE YOUR WINGMAN

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader

warnings: I don’t think there are any (?).

author’s note: been wanting to do this one for a while now, I’m not totally proud of it, but wanted to share it anyway! hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it!

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“Yeah, no points today, but I’m confident we’re able to bounce back next weekend.” Daniel answered Jenson’s question on how the race went.

The Sky F1 booth was crowded with Jenson Button, Martin Brundle and Natalie Pinkham interviewing both Daniel Ricciardo and Sebastian Vettel.

The three presenters nodded as his answer. “Seb, how about you?” Natalie turned the question to him.

“Eh, I think we could have scored more points today, we lost a lot of ground,” he had the urge to roll his eyes at the reminder, “the pace was good, so we can take that to the next race.” He finished up, politely.

Martin was about to change the subject, but Daniel pointed to something behind the camera which caught everyone’s attention. “Look who it is!”

“Y/N! Come on up here!” Natalie called the young woman over, who was visibly embarrassed as she simply wanted to pass through to go to her team’s hospitality.

The driver shook her head, waving her hands that she wanted to leave, but no one was having it. “I’ll let you stand next to Jenson, Y/N!” Daniel grinned from ear to ear.

One of the producers handed her a mic and she was practically pushed onto the small podium by her PR assistant.

Y/N quickly greeted everyone, giving Sebastian and Daniel a side hug. She wanted to stand in-between her two colleagues, but they moved themselves so she was right next to Jenson.

Her “crush” on the former World Champion had been a running joke ever since she was a rookie. It started with an old interview of an 11 year-old Y/N saying that one of her life goals was to marry Jenson Button.

“Y/N, you had a much better race than your friends over here, P4, how are you feeling now?” Martin asked her.

She took a deep breath before answering. “Uh, too bad to miss the podium, especially cause the gap was very small. I’m excited for next week, though and, uh, yeah.” She awkward wrapped up, a bit too flustered with her close proximity to the Brit next to her.

“Besides the top 2, it was a very close race today and I think you did everything you could, so well done.” Jenson complimented her, looking directly at her.

Y/N nervously avoided his eyes, deciding to focus on something in the far distance. “Oh, uh, t-thank you.” She stuttered.

The red tint on her cheeks and ears didn’t go unnoticed. “She’s gone very red.” Sebastian teased, pointing at the younger one.

Everyone at the panel turned towards her and chuckled at her trying to cover her cheeks. “A small tomato.” Martin joked.

“It’s just very warm here.” Y/N defended herself, but everyone knew it wasn’t the weather.

Daniel nudged her shoulder. “She’s been very sad the past few weeks, cause Jenson announced he’s getting married soon.” The Australian continued the teasing.

Her hands covered her face again as everyone laughed at her despair. “Poor Y/N, she wasn’t able to fulfill one of her dreams.” Natalie commented, a bright smile on her face knowing the viewers were loving this.

“She still has time.” Daniel added, having too much fun at the moment. “You have a few more months.” He glanced at her.

“Shut up, Daniel!” Y/N jokingly slapped his arm to everyone’s amusement at their banter.

The McLaren driver simply laughed as he put his hands on both of her shoulders. “I’m trying to be your wingman here.”

“I don’t think she needs one.” Sebastian said into the microphone, looking at the pair.

“Y/N, do you often take Daniel with you when you’re looking for a potential partner?” Natalie asked her, although it was obvious she wasn’t looking for a serious answer.

The young driver jokingly rolled her eyes. “Not anymore, he scares everyone away with his weird noises.” She teased the Australian back.

“I think they’re very effective!” Daniel argued.

“They’re effective if the purpose is to keep me single forever.” Y/N but back.

The two went back-and-forth with each other for a few more minutes. Sebastian and Jenson watched in amusement, while Natalie and Martin tried to subtly interrupt so they could wrap up the segment.

“Any plans left for tonight or straight onto the plane?” Martin asked them.

“Plane!” Sebastian and Daniel chorused. Jenson glanced at the girl next to him. “And you, Y/N?”

“I’m gonna dig a hole and throw myself in it after we’re done here.” She answered, her monotone voice making everyone laugh at her answer.

Daniel couldn’t help but throw one last remark at her. “You probably want Jenson to join you in there.”

Y/N waved at the camera as soon as the words left his mouth. “Goodnight, everyone!” The whole panel cackled as they watched her leave. “See you all next week!”

She walked off the platform and gave the microphone back to the producers. Y/N waved at everyone from behind the camera, not wanting to be rude and leave without a proper goodbye.

“She’s going to dig that hole now.” Sebastian commented, a grin on his face.

Jenson chuckled. “She’ll probably throw Daniel in it instead of herself.”

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☆ THIS MAN ☆

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I told him he was the most handsome boy in the wedding 🙄

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Jenson Alexander Lyons Button and his uneasy ass couldn't just like somewhere to have breakfast in the whole Southern France. I was starving to death when he took these.

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It was a nice weekend indeed!!

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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. 

-----

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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drabble or just thoughts about jenson button and spitting?

cw: spitting.

OHHHHHOHHOHOHO

thinking about jenson cornering you, probably after his retirement. you’re playing like you don’t want it but he can see the look in your eyes, you want him as much as he wants you. he has his arms around you, cornered against the wall of his hotel room, you’re smaller than him and that turns him on, he looks down at you with a sly look, “open your mouth, darling.” he’s not asking, he’s demanding, you only can comply, he cooed, “pretty girl, take it all, yeah?” he puts his fingers under your chin, holding you in place as he spits on your mouth, you swallow and look sheepishly at him. he loves it, he can’t even comprehend how good you make him feel. <3

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[the-offside-rule]

Jenson Button (McLaren Era) - Formal

Requested: yes

Prompt: reader using Jensons name instead of his pet name

Warnings: none tbh

Jenson's fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he navigated the familiar roads home from the McLaren Technology Centre. The hum of the engine was drowned out by the cheerful voice of his girlfriend, Y/n, on the other end of the line. "Heya, love." She said, her tone a touch too sweet for the usual end-of-day call. "Could you do me a favor?" Jenson smiled, glancing at the clock. "Of course, darling. What's up?" He asked, beginning to drive down the long road down the MTC. "Well, I was thinking... can you swing by McDonald's and grab me some chips, maybe a burger and a chocolate shake? I'm craving it." She requested, her voice holding a peculiar edge.

"Yeah okay, darling. Burger, chips and a chocolate shake, got it." He replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Y/n rarely asked for such specific fast food orders. "Oh, and Jenson-" She continued, emphasizing his full name instead of the usual pet names she used. "Make sure it's fresh, okay?" A small frown creased Jenson's forehead. "Not if you keep calling me that." Jenson replied. "What do you mean? I called you Jenson." Y/n said, kind of confused. "Why the sudden formality? You never call me Jenson unless something's up." Y/n giggled amusingly. "Nothing's up, love, I promise. I just thought it would be nice for a change."

"Well don't, please and thank you. I quite like you calling me my pet name." Jenson's skepticism lingered as he pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru. "Jenson, your parents gave you that name." He rolled the window down. "Yes, my parents. You, darling, are my girlfriend. I like when you call me love and if you don't I'm afraid I'll have to block you." He ordered the requested items, making a mental note to ensure they were as hot as possible by the time he got home. As he drove away with the bag of fast food, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Y/n's request.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jenson's heart raced as he hurriedly navigated through the evening traffic, eager to reach home and see what he'd done done annoy his girlfriend this time. The anticipation of seeing her after a long day fueled his desire to press on the accelerator just a bit more. Blue and red lights flashed behind him, causing Jenson to let out an exasperated sigh. Pulling over and groaning, he rolled down his window to meet the stern gaze of a police officer. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" The officer asked upon reaching the car. Jenson offered a sheepish smile. "I might have been going a tad over the limit, officer. Apologies, I'm just trying to get home."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Home, huh? And where might that be?" He asked. "Right down the road." Jenson replied, gesturing vaguely ahead. "I've been away for a while, you see. Just eager to get back." The officer eyed Jenson skeptically. "You expect me to believe that? You're in quite a hurry. Who do you think you are? Lewis Hamilton?" Jenson couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison. "No, but I've beaten him a good few times." He replied, smirking.

The officer's expression remained stoic. "I don't appreciate jokes, sir. License and registration, please." Suppressing a sigh, Jenson reached for his documents and handed them over. The officer scrutinized them before returning to his patrol car to run a check. As Jenson waited, he couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind. He understood the officer's duty, but the delay was becoming increasingly frustrating.

Finally, the officer returned, ticket in hand. "I'm issuing you a speeding ticket, Mr. Button. Please drive more responsibly in the future." Jenson gave a fake smile and took the ticket. "I appreciate the reminder, officer. I'll keep that in mind." As the officer walked off, Jenson mumbled to himself, the words "complete arsehole" being repeated multiple times.

Once home, he found Y/n sitting on the couch, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're back! Thanks, Jenson." He handed her the bag, studying her carefully. "Alright. What's going on? Why the sudden craving and the formal use of my name?" Y/n smirked, unable to keep the secret any longer. "Okay, okay. I just wanted to see how you'd react. I like getting reactions out of you." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jenson raised an eyebrow. "Really? You made me drive to McDonald's and speed home because I thought you were pissed off with me. I got a speeding ticket!" Jenson said, lifting the ticket. "And you have a Happy girlfriend who now has McDonald's." Jenson chuckled, shaking his head. "You're something else, Y/n. Next time, just ask for McDonald's without the elaborate plan."

"It's not as effective though, is it?" She teased.

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