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begging on my knees for dilf jenson pls 😭 maybe his kids sneaking up on him when he’s on media duty and them trying to take his job lmaooo love your writings so much!
i didn’t do it | jenson button
dilf jenson dilf jenson dilf jenson also thanks for the request!!! yes ik jenson wasn’t in bahrain let’s ignore that 😍
The 2024 season had started and Jenson already had his hands full with two kids that had a little too much sugar. You had fallen sick so you couldn’t join your family to the season opener. Jenson thought it would be best to take both kids with him to let you rest and get better. Of course you trusted your husband to be alone with the kids, but he had a job to do and you didn’t want the kids to be alone while Jenson was working. Jenson assured you he would keep them close by and he meant it.
When you turned on the television to watch your husband, you didn’t think that your kids would also be making their television debut. You smiled as you saw your twin kids sneakily walking towards their dad, who was listening to Will Buxton talk.
Your son, Jack, gently placed a sticker on Jenson’s back. After placing more, Jack gave the sticker sheet to his sister, Ophelia, so she could do the same. It quickly turned into a ‘how many stickers can you stick on your dad’s jacket without him noticing?’ game and so far it was twenty.
“I think we have some guests here.” Will laughed as Jack and Ophelia placed the last sticker on Jenson’s back.
Jenson turned around and saw his kids laughing at him. “What are my babies doing?”
“Nothing!” Jack innocently said while laughing. He then whispered to his sister. “Don’t tell dad.”
But Jenson heard and got curious. “Tell dad what?”
“I didn’t do it! Ophelia did!”
“Jack!” Ophelia giggled and couldn’t resist spoiling their plan. “Look at your back! You have Olaf and Elsa and puppies!”
Jenson turned to his colleagues and saw them laughing. “Do I have something on my back?” He acted clueless.
“A few things, yeah.”
Jenson could care less. It was his kids’ artwork and he was going to wear it proudly even if it was a bunch of stickers on his jacket. So for the rest of the interviews, he kept the stickers.
Eventually, Mark Webber joined the crew and talked about their race predictions for the season. Jack grabbed his dad’s microphone and held it up to Mark even though he had his microphone.
“Oh thank you, Jack, you’re very kind.” Mark lowered his microphone so he could speak into Jack’s. “I actually have a question for the Button twins. Who do you think is going to win todays race?”
Jack lowered the microphone so he could speak in it. “I think Max is going to win because he goes very fast.”
Then Ophelia grabbed the microphone from Jack. “No, it’s Lewis.”
“Looks like we created another rivalry.” Mark joked.
“Dad? What about you?” Ophelia raised the microphone to her dad.
“I think it’s important that everyone has fun and no matter what, I hope everyone has a safe race.” Jenson explained to his kids.
“So Red Bull?” The kids wondered.
— only way.
summary: You decided to see what would happen if you pulled Jenson, your boyfriend, by the belt.
keywords: fluff?, kind of sexual, Jenson Button is a simp, f!reader.
characters: Jenson Button.
warnings: a bit sexual.
a/n: speechless Jenson might be my favorite Jenson.
word count: 242.
requested?: yes! by a friend.
Jenson usually always had what to say. He was quick-witted, and leaving him speechless was something that rarely happened.
However, when you pulled him by the belt and torturously grazed her lips against his, barely touching it, his mouth formed a small circle, and there he stood, pathetically trying to organize his thoughts and say something about it.
He tried to mumble something. A compliment, a bad word, anything. But nothing came out.
So he just smashed his lips against yours, hungrily, holding your waist, feeling every inch of your body against his fingertips. He pulled you closer and closer, pressing his body against yours and getting overwhelmed with the desire you awakened in him when he felt you smile in the kiss.
“You’ll be the death of me.” He mumbled, his words being muffled by your lips, which he refused to part away from.
The belt you pulled was soon on the floor, and his hands traveled around your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it was pathetic how much he still tried.
He pulled the zipper from your dress down and watched the fabric sliding down your body, muttering swears under his breath. He would never get used to how beautifully sculpted your body was.
“Should I stop, then?” You breathed out. “I wouldn’t want to kill you.”
“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trailing kisses around your neck. “It’s the only way I would want to go.”
could i req being an f1 dilf's race engineer during their prime? like for ex. seb in his red bull era, jenson in brawn, fernando in renault, etc
a/n: knew I watched brawn gp documentary for a reason 🤭🤭 how you didn’t mention mark’s prime 😔✊
— jenson button
When you discovered Honda was going to resign, you had no idea how to go on. Of course, Jenson was your first priority – all the eyes were on the only female race engineer. They doubted you, snickered at you, and didn’t believe the team could make it. ‘Fuck them all, darling,’ and you’re here celebrating his win for the hundredth time. Drowned in champagne, dress hunched up a bit too far, or your heels in Jenson’s hand – he loved every moment of it. When you calm him down with only your voice in his ear or hug him when the whole world only cared for who’s P1. And, he loves kissing you pumping with adrenaline, camera flashing for the best angle.
— sebastian vettel
Sebastian was a menace. He is the lion of Singapore, and doesn’t apologize for winning. You loved being the one he mentioned you while soaking in sweat, smiling at his place in P1. ‘my lovely race engineer…’ Rumors spreading like wildfire but you two couldn’t give two fucks, saying you were good only for the sake of your driver. And he couldn’t care less, he got the hottest and smartest race engineer, and he’s wrapped around your little fingers. Obviously, there were times when he’s a dick, never listens to your advice, and he’s unapologetic about it – leaving him breathless when you pulled his Red Bull collar into a kiss to get him to think straight. ‘…do that again, schatz.’
— mark webber
His time in Red Bull was the most bittersweet moment of his life – and, of course, you were his heavenly sent angel in the midst of the stormy night. He would, and will, calm down whenever he hears your sweet voice in his comms. He blamed himself for not fighting harder for his place…and not fighting even harder for you, while the rest argued differently. And don’t even get me started on kissing him on his stubble good luck before any race – gripping your headset whenever he’s close to lifting off the ground, asking if he’s okay before even checking the piece of metal. ‘I’m alright, sugar..’ And then there are times when he kissed you too hard for getting that P1, showing you off.
— fernando alonso
One thing about villains was they know how to fight for what they love: Fernando included. He knows you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself against the stupid comments media had to offer, but he wouldn’t mind stepping in. Getting win after wins, other teams played suspecting eyes, claiming all the things they could. But you’ve tried to play under the radar, avoiding drama anywhere you walked on the grid. Hell, you can’t even be seen near other team’s drivers. And he doesn’t mind; plus, he knew he had the sweetest race engineer under his belt – and he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. Just until you said I love you on the team radio, leaving him with a big smirk. ‘mi hermosa.’
He’s so old! — Jenson Button x Sargeant!reader
Fluff and crack slightly suggestive
Word count 946
I don’t have the brain power to tag everyone but I’m pretty sure a lot of you have my Notifications on
“You need to go Logan will be here any minute now” you said laughing pushing Jenson off of you.
“Just one more kiss” Jenson begs, looking like a sad puppy.
“No no more kisses you’ve had plenty of kisses” you said lightly scolding him.
Jenson pouted before leaning in and landing a kiss on your cheek with a loud ‘MWAH’.
“Jenson!” you protested, smacking him gently on the arm “Stop it Logan will be here any second!”
Jenson beamed. “So you’ve told me, darling. It’s my good looks that keep you coming back for more” he said his usual cocky self. He was right though, he was a handsome man so you let him get away with things.
“Cocky jerk.” you murmured before kissing his cheek.
“See! You can’t resist me can you?” he said, his hands now holding your hips, thumbs gently rubbing over the exposed skin from your crop top.
“I have self control” you responded though it was a lie. He knew exactly what effect he had on you.
Soon enough there was a knock on the door and Jenson groaned, resting his head on your shoulder.
“That’ll be my brother.” you said, scratching the back of his head. Jenson groaned again, burying his head in your neck, your stomach twisting in anticipation at the action, “I’m not getting up.”
“You have to go” you protested though you didn’t want him to.
You could hear your brother knocking on the door again. You sighed and pushed against him but he refused to get up, he was being as stubborn as a toddler. “Why?” he mumbled, nuzzling your neck.
“You really think he’ll be fine finding us like this?” you asked, your body shivering in protest as his lips brushed your skin.
You tried pushing him off again, you succeeded though not for long as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto the bed with him, his body landing over yours. “I think he can wait.”
You swallowed nervously, your heart beating faster as Jenson laid above you, pinning you to the bed. You could feel your heart racing and you bit your lip, looking up at him. You were about to speak, but at that very moment there was another knock on the door, followed by your brother’s voice.
“y/n? Are you in there?”
“Go away Logan!” you yelled back, Jenson’s body shaking with laughter.
Your brother’s voice was muffled by the door but you could still hear, “Are you in there with someone?”
“Yes!” you yelled, trying to push Jenson off you but he was being stubborn again, holding you close to his chest.
“Let’s not let him in, darling” he said in a low voice, his smirk making you weak at the knees.
You were about to protest when he kissed your neck and your mind instantly became empty. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, your tongue running across his bottom lip, earning a quiet groan.
Of course your moment was instantly ruined as your brother came barging in without any warning. He froze in the doorway, his jaw dropping when he saw the two of you on the bed, you immediately went bright red.
“Oh my god!” Logan yelled, covering his eyes, his face red with shock.
“Logan it’s— I -uh — we” you tried to say something but you couldn’t form the words.
“Oh my god Y/n really Jenson my mentor he’s so old” Logan says.
“Shut up Logan” you protested, throwing a pillow at him.
You look over at Jenson expecting to see an equally as shocked look on his face, but he actually just looked amused. He looked from you to Logan with a smirk and your brother made a gagging sound. “So how long has this been going on?” Logan asked. You avoided eye contact, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
Jenson wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close. “A couple of months now” he said, looking incredibly smug.
“Wow you’re a cradle snatcher” Logan said. Jenson just shrugged, “Who can resist such a beautiful woman? Clearly not me”
You could physically feel his ego getting bigger with every word that left his mouth. He was just so cocky it was almost unbearable though you couldn’t help but love it.
Logan had a disgusted look on his face, “Ew you’re almost like old enough to be our dad”
Jenson laughed, “It's not my fault women love me”.
You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “You’re so full of yourself,” you said with a small smile.
“I can’t believe it, my sister and my Mentor,” Logan says in disbelief, shaking his head.
Jenson just grinned, he was so cocky it was unbelievable.
“Well I’m proud of myself for bagging such a beautiful woman” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
Logan was physically gagging now.
“I’m leaving I can’t believe Oscar and Alex were right” Logan says leaving the room
Once the door was shut, you turned to Jenson, who was still smirking, “You’re insufferable, you know that right?” you said, shaking your head.
“You love it” Jenson grinned, pulling you close so you were now on his lap.
“Debatable” you said, leaning against his chest, Jenson wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“You were practically begging for me earlier, you can’t deny it” Jenson teased.
“That was just a moment of weakness” you protested, Jenson raised a brow, “You have plenty of those moments around me”.
You rolled your eyes, before looking up at him “Shut up and kiss me” you said, a smile playing at your lips.
you’re so vain | jenson button
through the decades masterlist
California 1972
The day you met Jenson Button was the day you swore you would never fall in love with, but of course his charming smile had convinced you. But then came the worst part, he had become someone else. If you looked up the definition of vain in the dictionary, a picture of Jenson would be there. Ever since he became the world champion, it was all he could talk about.
“Hey, lovely, why don’t you put down the pen and paper and let’s go drive around? I know the perfect place for you and me. Remember how you used to love driving with me?” Jenson said over the phone one day.
“I would rather die than ever go on a date with you again, Jenson Button.” And you ended the call. You weren’t sure how he even got your number in the first place, but one thing was for sure, you would never go on a date with him.
After dismissing your call with Jenson, you walked back to your recording booth where your band was. You had a melody stuck in your head for the past couple of days and you desperately wanted to write down lyrics for it, but nothing came up.
“Hey, Y/n! Some Button guy keeps calling the landline, says he wants to take you out to dinner.” The drummer of your band said as he entered the room.
“For fucks sake.” You sighed. “Tell him I’m not here, that I left the country or something.”
“Okay . . . ” The drummer, Brad, said confused but went with it. He walked back to the phone.
“Button guy? What’s that about?” The guitarist, Dave, asked.
“He’s a formula one driver, but he’s so egotistical! This one time we went to a party and he walks in like he’s on a yacht! I can’t believe I even went out with him. . .” You sighed.
“Aren’t all formula one drivers a little bit egotistical? Or this Button guy worse?” Brad came back. “He asked if you were writing a song about him and I hung up. Can’t believe you dated him.”
“Don’t remind me,” you groaned. “What’s worse is that we’re supposed to perform at his boss’s birthday party this weekend. He’s definitely going to be there.”
When you were with Jenson, his boss had asked you to perform at his birthday party and you being the kind person, you said yes. Now there was no way of getting out of it.
Brad then spoke. “Well if he wants a song written about him. . . I say you write one and you perform it at the party.”
It didn’t take you long to grab your journal and pen and start writing down lyrics. You had your new song finished it about three hours and spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a melody with the band. Soon, Jenson Button would hear his song in front of thousands of people.
—
Jenson had arrived to the party as if he owned the place. He had a pretty woman by his side and a beer in his hand. He spotted his friends and greeted them.
“This beauty right here is . . .” Jenson truly couldn’t remember the woman’s name. Sarah? Linda? “Tell them your name, love, it sounds better when you say it cause of your accent. Music to my ears!”
“Amara, nice to meet you.” The woman said with a lovely Italian accent.
“How’d you meet each other?” Jenson’s friend asked.
“Met her in Saratoga.” Jenson replied. In reality, that was all he remembered. What was he doing in Saratoga? Who knows. . .
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” The host of the party and Jenson’s boss announced on the microphone. He stood on the stage with a bright smile. “First off, thank you for joining me and my family this evening. We’ve had a very successful year, thanks to our world champion, Jenson Button!”
A bright light shined on Jenson, who waved to the crowd, clearly loving the attention. Soon enough, Jenson wouldn’t like it at all.
“Now, for the main event, miss y/n l/n!”
You walked to the stage with total confidence. You wore your best dress and heels, ready to sing your heart out. The crowd cheered for you and the band, all but one. Jenson.
“Isn’t that the chick you were dating?” A friend whispered to him.
“Her name is y/n.” Jenson corrected.
“Well hello! You all look very lovely tonight. We are very happy to be here and I hope we all have a great time. So our first song is a new one, but feel free to dance.” You smiled at the crowd as your band started playing.
You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot
Jenson watched as you sang beautifully. He had seen you perform many times before but this one felt different. Even his date was loving the new song. Amara bopped her head as you sang.
It wasn’t until the chorus that Jenson started to realize what was going on.
“You're so vain! You probably think this song is about you!” You sang as you looked at Jenson.
Of course she would do this, thought Jenson. He looked around and saw the crowd living the song. How could they enjoy it?
“I bet you think this song is about you. Don't you, don't you?”
As you continue singing, Jenson remembered the phone call he made several days ago.
“Is she writing a song about me? Oh, poor lovesick y/n can’t get over me.”
This was his song. Fuck.
Suddenly, the confident Jenson was nowhere to be seen. You took that confidence and stomped on it with your pretty little heels. For once in his life, Jenson hated being your muse.
Hands down my favorite f1 post
"F1 is being ruined by weird people"
May I introduce you to, once again, the people who work(ed) in F1 and it's feeder series?
Weird camera angles, genuinely almost kissing, pictures with little to no context, Kimi's Lego car with oranges as wheels, questions all around, it all checks out.
The Ones to Watch from this 2004 F1 book… the world champions + Mark Webber yet again 😭😭
Lewis & others matching icons part 2
like or reblog if save/use
give me the credits if you repost
nico rosberg and jenson button flirting for 7 minutes straight
highlights include nico fixing his hair and giggling:
- "do you know what nickname you gave me?" "I gave you my fiancé's name!" (jenson's wife's name is brittny, and Nico's britney nickname lore here)
"you need to be loved" "I do, yeah."
- sharing the story where jenson got shitfaced at a bar in japan in 2013, and that nico and jenson had their longest (hour long) conversation that jenson doesn't remember
also jenson: remembers nico's first win, his first podium, what tyres he had in detail
- they both chant WE ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS
- nico wanted to do his extreme e team with jenson
- nico says he's gonna quarantine on a boat with jenson which is the most bougie thing I've ever heard
do still recommend the pod, this doesn't cover a lot of other bits like where jenson compares fernando and lewis as teammates or fernando's mind games, or brawn so if you're interested
Jenson Button's face when Danica Patrick talks😂
Fave chaotic f1 pics part 3
DC being unhinged on twitter
jenson button I am free if you ever want a third wife. if you ever want a third wife jenson button, hit me up because I am free
F1 Champs as Greek Gods 🌟🏛️
Based on vibes or some lore stuff that fits them 💕
Ayrton Senna - Zeus ⚡️
Michael Schumacher - Poseidon 🌊
Mika Hakkinen - Helios 🌅
Kimi Raikkonen - Hestia 🕯️
Jenson Button - Dionysus 🍇
Fernando Alonso - Hades ♠️
Lewis Hamilton - Demeter 🌾
Nico Rosberg - Aphrodite 💗
Sebastian Vettel - Athena 🦉
Max Verstappen - Ares ⚔️
begging on my knees for dilf jenson pls 😭 maybe his kids sneaking up on him when he’s on media duty and them trying to take his job lmaooo love your writings so much!
i didn’t do it | jenson button
dilf jenson dilf jenson dilf jenson also thanks for the request!!! yes ik jenson wasn’t in bahrain let’s ignore that 😍
The 2024 season had started and Jenson already had his hands full with two kids that had a little too much sugar. You had fallen sick so you couldn’t join your family to the season opener. Jenson thought it would be best to take both kids with him to let you rest and get better. Of course you trusted your husband to be alone with the kids, but he had a job to do and you didn’t want the kids to be alone while Jenson was working. Jenson assured you he would keep them close by and he meant it.
When you turned on the television to watch your husband, you didn’t think that your kids would also be making their television debut. You smiled as you saw your twin kids sneakily walking towards their dad, who was listening to Will Buxton talk.
Your son, Jack, gently placed a sticker on Jenson’s back. After placing more, Jack gave the sticker sheet to his sister, Ophelia, so she could do the same. It quickly turned into a ‘how many stickers can you stick on your dad’s jacket without him noticing?’ game and so far it was twenty.
“I think we have some guests here.” Will laughed as Jack and Ophelia placed the last sticker on Jenson’s back.
Jenson turned around and saw his kids laughing at him. “What are my babies doing?”
“Nothing!” Jack innocently said while laughing. He then whispered to his sister. “Don’t tell dad.”
But Jenson heard and got curious. “Tell dad what?”
“I didn’t do it! Ophelia did!”
“Jack!” Ophelia giggled and couldn’t resist spoiling their plan. “Look at your back! You have Olaf and Elsa and puppies!”
Jenson turned to his colleagues and saw them laughing. “Do I have something on my back?” He acted clueless.
“A few things, yeah.”
Jenson could care less. It was his kids’ artwork and he was going to wear it proudly even if it was a bunch of stickers on his jacket. So for the rest of the interviews, he kept the stickers.
Eventually, Mark Webber joined the crew and talked about their race predictions for the season. Jack grabbed his dad’s microphone and held it up to Mark even though he had his microphone.
“Oh thank you, Jack, you’re very kind.” Mark lowered his microphone so he could speak into Jack’s. “I actually have a question for the Button twins. Who do you think is going to win todays race?”
Jack lowered the microphone so he could speak in it. “I think Max is going to win because he goes very fast.”
Then Ophelia grabbed the microphone from Jack. “No, it’s Lewis.”
“Looks like we created another rivalry.” Mark joked.
“Dad? What about you?” Ophelia raised the microphone to her dad.
“I think it’s important that everyone has fun and no matter what, I hope everyone has a safe race.” Jenson explained to his kids.
“So Red Bull?” The kids wondered.
Talk Your Sh*t - Jenson Button
Summary: After a new commentator joins the Sky Sports team, Jenson and her bond over a dislike of Danica when they come to Miami.
Age gap - Mid-20s/black cat!reader
Warning: Mild themes of misogyny within F1/media
No part 2 requests please
Jenson wasn't sure if y/n was brought in to purposely get under Danica's skin the way Danica gets under his skin. But it's safe to say the public has deemed Jenson and y/n the sex appeal of watching Sky Sports.
Y/n is actually very knowledgable on the sport and with the exception of Danica, gets along very well with the team.
"Sorry, I think I'm going to have to disagree with you, Danica." Y/n states as what has become now a famous line of the weekend and it's still only Friday.
Jenson has already begun to find himself smiling every time y/n speaks while not being able hide his grimace whenever Danica speaks.
They cut the segment and before the group can divide, Danica seems to have hit a boiling point with y/n.
"I'm surprised you're getting away with wearing the outfits you do. They're quite skimpy. What are you trying to attract some of the drivers?" Danica comments seeming to try and make it a joke but y/n frowns not hiding her offended reaction while Jenson goes to speak in the young woman's defence. But y/n beats him to it.
"What about my outfit is skimpy exactly?-Actually, don't answer that. Consider this strike 1, 2 more strikes and I'll take you straight to HR, your hand in mine and I'll have you repeat every out of line comment you've opened your mouth to make." Y/n states then scoffing. "And for the record, if I was trying to attract the drivers. You'd know about it."
That's true. If y/n set her eyes on a driver, Jenson is pretty sure she could have her pick. Maybe of even a couple of the drivers who are in a relationship.
Really her outfit isn't skimpy, she's wearing almost an outfit that's mourning-worthy. Black heels, tight and sort of a short skirt with a slightly oversized blazer with a white blouse under the blazer. Truth be told, the appeal of her is more than she's a gorgeous woman who dresses well, is young and looks good on tv. She's styled well, she's confident, and not afraid to share her opinions which do tend to disagree with Danica but they're well founded opinions.
Y/n is minimal and classy with an undertone of sexiness that might be easy to be distract by.
Today she's wearing full black tights but yesterday something that had every mans attention was stockings with ever so slightly visibly suspenders that were clipped on to keep her stockings up.
Carlos, Lando, Pierre and Logan were all caught in HD slow-mo staring and doing double takes of the young woman.
Danica seems to get the hint that her presence isn't wanted so she takes off and y/n scoffs rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
"Remind me to never cross you." Jenson comments making y/n turn and smile.
"I don't think you'd have the audacity to make a comment like that unprovoked." Y/n sighs before she smiles at him. "I don't think I've earned a spot in your bad books yet, have I?"
"No. No. I think you might be my favourite person to work with already." Jenson smiles watching her seem to get a little flustered at his words. "Wait, was that a crack in the confidence that I seen?"
"I-As if." Y/n scoffs in a quick recovery, shaking it off quickly.
"You hungry? We should grab some food before we're pulled into more recording." Jenson states making y/n smile and nod.
Sitting down together, y/n does gain some attention from other commentators from other broadcasters. But eventually the two are left on their own and y/n sighs deciding to speak of the elephant in the room.
"You know, you should try masking your expression when Danica speaks. Especially if you're going to look so happy whenever someone else is speaking." Y/n comments leaning back in her seat as she cross on leg over the other making her skirt slide up a little. Something he shouldn't notice but he does and he has to force his gaze away. This woman is nearly 20 years younger than him. He can't be the old perv who has wondering eyes.
And for some reason there's something in Jenson wishing she was wearing the stocking and suspender duo for the outfit today.
"I am happier whenever someone else is speaking." Jenson states honestly then shrugging. "I don't even know why they've still got her here when they've brought you in. You add much more to the conversation and you look good doing it."
Y/n doesn't say much back, just looking down with a small smirk before she shrugs a little.
"So humble." Jenson laughs while she finally looks up then clears her throat as her phone goes off.
"Oh...Fun. Apparently I'm being paired with Danica for more stuff-oh haha! You are too." Y/n grins watching the man look at her with a grin.
"I'll just stand and watch the two of you bicker."
"I'm not that bad."
"You've said the sentence sorry, I think I'm going to have to disagree with you, Danica at least 5 times since yesterday and we've not been on air that much." Jenson laughs while she grins at the man before placing her phone back down and picking up a chip from her plate.
"I'm not that bad...I just think it's important we all voice our opinion if it's not on the same understanding." Y/n smiles earning a look form Jenson while she just flashes her a teeth in a smile.
-
Y/n and Jenson eating meals together in the paddock and just sort of gluing themselves to one another was beginning to be a habit for the two and it was a habit others were beginning to notice.
"Wait, wait. Don't leave me." Y/n gasps when the cameras cut and Jenson seems to take off since she'd said something that disagreed with him only slightly. "Jenson..."
Now she's just doing it on purpose. Whining his name has an unnecessary effect.
"I'm sorry." Y/n pouts making him slow his fast pace away. He wasn't really mad but he did maybe just want to tear him. "You left me with Danica."
"Consider it payback." Jenson states as he turns finding her looking up at him as they stand face to face.
"I'm sorry." Y/n pouts again and it takes every fibre of Jenson's being to maintain the self control not to close the space between them.
He feels like a teenager with a crush. He's a grown man for fuck sake and this woman is making him melt.
"You're forgiven." Jenson declares making her perk up and damn her because the brightness in her eyes actually makes his heart skip a beat.
"Are we intruding?" A sly smiling Lando questions as he passes by making y/n flush stepping away.
Truth be told, y/n is more successfully hiding an unshaken childhood crush on Jenson. She's be fighting the urge to climb on the man any time he sits down.
No doubt he sees her as a child, probably a mentor and mentee situation. Not that that's what she's going for.
Lando has already disappeared since he really was passing by and making a comment which he thinks needed to be made to point out that everyone is beginning to notice the tension between them.
Suddenly it dawns on y/n and she decides it's time to stop being shy about it.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Y/n asks making Jenson literally do a double take looking very shocked. "Just...usually I do nothing but go back to my hotel room and do nothing."
"Are you...asking me on a date, y/n y/l/n?" Jenson smirks looking like the playboy that he's quite famous for in his only slightly younger years.
"Would you...say yes if it was a date?" Y/n mumbles feeling the drop in her confidence because she wasn't exactly expecting him to call her out so obviously, or loudly.
"Yes."
Oh thank fuck.
"Then yes."
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Y/n likes to think that she's got quite a dark feminine energy, she's not the doe eyed golden retriever type of girl. She's the siren eyes black cat.
But on a date with Jenson he's described her as cute and funny and even made a comment about her adding light to the otherwise dim room. He's charming and certainly knows how to converse on a date.
"So I have to know, when did I become so irresistible that you had to ask me on a date?" Jenson asks, the teasing mischief behind his eyes making her flush. This man just brings out a side she wishes she could hide but it's no use with him.
"Just living the dream. Meeting you was the whole goal when I decided to pursue sports journalism." Y/n shrugs making Jenson smirk. "Don't get cocky. I could still team up against you with Danica."
"That's a lie." Jenson laughs shaking his head while y/n grin at him.
"Ok, maybe that is a lie. I don't think I could ever try to befriend her. The amount of fans who call me out online and say they would do what I do." Y/n shrugs then picking up her glass of pink gin and lemonade.
"I love it. I think you are the best commentator we've had added to the team in years." Jenson shrugs making her beam at him. "I'll be pushing for them to keep you. Even if they drop me."
"As if they'd choose to drop Jenson Button, F1 world champion 2009 from the team." Y/n jokes before sighing and smiling as she sits back in her seat. "I think I dreamt about having a date like this for years."
"Here I am, making dreams come true." Jenson hums earning a laugh. "I would return the gesture but you're not an F1 champion."
"Wow...That's a violation. My feelings are hurt now."
"Oh sounds like I've got some grovelling to do."
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There was no hints throughout the weekend, Jenson and y/n silently agreed to sort of take things slowly. Which is exactly what they did. They took things slowly and after a couple months of dating and building the perfect dynamic, which was really built after the first date.
Y/n decided it was time for a soft launch ahead of COTA.
She chose a mirror selfie what hide his face but there was definitely enough on show that it wasn't exactly a hard to tell it was Jenson.
Her comments were a blaze with his name and even a couple drivers along with many within F1 sent her messages some asking flat out and some just question marks searching for answers.
But she didn't reply and only decided to let their entrance in the paddock speak for itself.
Jenson quite enjoys the fact he is openly able to somewhat lay his claim. Y/n is a woman who could have her pick of people, and while people can say he's a man who can have his pick too. His pick was y/n and there was a chance she might not have reciprocated it.
Y/n definitely isn't expecting the very public kiss with one hand up cupping her face but Jenson feels her smiling against his lips and her face is definitely heating up under his hand.
"Well if I didn't send a message, you just hard launched a confirmation." Y/n whispers breaking the kiss while Jenson grins down at her.
"Can't I kiss you when you look so good?"
"Oh so usually I don't look good?" Y/n teases earning a groan a little.
"Trust you to twist my words." Jenson laughs then pecking her lips again. "You look good everyday. That's why I've been kissing your everyday."
"Mmm...good recovery."
"I try." Jenson smirks making her laugh before she steals a kiss this time then spins, linking their hands and beginning to walk very confidently through the paddock. Though they come across Martin, Danica and Crofty, all of whom look surprised to say the least.
After a small conversation, of which none of them address the obvious till Danica does pipe up. Unable to keep a petty comment to herself.
"You weren't wrong, we really do know when you're trying to attract someone."
"Well...I'm doing a bit more than attract Jenson." Y/n shoots back smoothly while Jenson looks at her fairly proudly and smug. "But I'm glad you can pick up on it. I know sometimes you struggle with seeing the obvious when it's right in front of you."
Martin and Crofty both pull expressions that are a combination of shock and maybe mildly impressed.
"Anyway, we're going to grab lunch. See you guys later for the broadcast."