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As Sweet As Vanilla - Jenson Button

Aesthetic series - Vanilla Girl

Summary: The first thing Jenson noticed about his girlfriend when he met her was the smell of vanilla and then he fell in love with her sweet personality that perfectly matched it.

Williams social media manager (mid 20s)!reader

Jenson playing a role in the Williams team means that sometimes they do pull him in for social media stuff and while there's a whole social media and marketing team. It's when the social media manager appears that he is more compliant.

His head raises as he smells the soft scent that is actually still lingering on his clothes from when they were together earlier.

"I was waiting for the boss." Jenson smiles as she looks at him raising her eyebrow lightly in question. Always so cool and collected as she comes into the situation where the rest of the social media team seem to be fussing. "They are stress about something."

"Right, give me 2 minutes." Y/n sighs with a nod pecking his lips gently before she heads over to the very clearly distressed couple social media assistants.

Whatever the issue is, y/n resolves it within the 2 minute window as promised and proves why even though she's young, there's good reason that she's in charge of the socials team.

"Alright, all sorted." Y/n puffs out then smiling as she looks at Jenson with a smile as he looks back at her with that iconic playboy smirk. She's tamed that part of him, but it still lives on in a ghost form only directed at her. "What's that look for?"

"Just you coming in here, taking charge and fixing everything like it's nothing." Jenson smiles with a small shrug as he rests his hands on her waist. "I think I should aspire to be like you."

"Wow, that's bold words." Y/n giggles before she jumps herself up and wraps her arms around his neck as he holds her with his arms wrapping around her tightly to hold her there while he sighs breathing in the soft vanilla perfume. "I am sort of tired."

"Can you make it the next couple hours?" Jenson asks making the young woman hum and hide her face in his neck.

She's strong and calm and just someone that a lot of people rely on. But Jenson has definitely come her pillar.

-

Jenson sighs getting to their hotel suite and finding that y/n beat him to it but isn't done working for the day as she sits at the table with a set up that makes him sigh.

"Hey, guess what I picked up for you." Jenson smiles placing a box of macaroons down on the table next to her making her smile and perk up from where she'd slouched and balled herself up in the seat while looking at her laptop.

"Oh my gosh...these are so cute-are they vanilla flavour?" Y/n gasps with a small laugh while he nods with a smile and sits down in another seat.

"We should get some room service ordered too, because I can bet good money that you couldn't tell me what you've eaten today or when you last ate." Jenson states making her redirect her gaze to the screen again to avoid the question. "That's what I thought."

Jenson places the room service menu down for her to peruse, which she does then mumbling that she'll get the chicken caesar salad.

"Just a salad?" Jenson hums making her point at the macaroons. "What about the steak?"

Y/n's guilty pleasure and not one she indulges in without his encouragement but when he does poke her into a meal that is more enjoyable than a salad, she isn't so stubborn that she fights him on it.

"Ok, steak does sound good." Y/n states earning a hum and smile from the older man. "Are you getting one too?"

"I think so." Jenson nods while looking at the menu for his own option.

Eventually they order and he does decide to get a steak too before they're just waiting and y/n talks to him through finishing up her work since social media teams are constantly working out of hours. Hell Jenson is surprised they haven't had some of the assistants at the door asking her for help, that's not uncommon.

"You know...the rumours around Kimi and Logan are going too far." Y/n mumbles making Jenson look at the young woman. "It's not fair to Logan for him to have to hear people talk about him the way they do. He is trying."

She might be social media manager, but they prefer to keep those things out of wider knowledge even if the whole team whispers about it.

"I didn't realise was turning into Red Bull." Y/n comments earning a look from Jenson.

"F1 is cut throat, you know that y/n. Anyway, I'm rooting for Logan. We all are." Jenson states earning a grumble from the young woman. "Have you tried speaking to James?"

"Have you?" Y/n questions which is a fair shot because James only speaks when he decides he wants to address someone. Not because he's rude or nasty, but he's a busy man and can't just set aside time for someone if it's about something he deems unimportant.

"Y/n..." Jenson hums making her shrug before there's a knock at the door. "That'll be the food."

"Well timed." Y/n laughs lightly while Jenson smiles back at her.

Y/n moves her stuff from the table and they set down the food to eat together.

-

There's something in the way that Y/n is absolutely makes Jenson visibly melt or soften that earns a lot of attention and praise towards the couple from the public.

The first thing that gives away y/n is nearby is that vanilla scent.

Jenson even whips his head around on live air when he catches a waft of the perfume and y/n smiles brightly seeing his attention on her.

"Come here." Jenson laughs making her rush to him in a hug.

"Ok, I actually have to go." Y/n whispers having a kiss stolen from the older man before he releases her from his hold.

"Aww...The two of you are such a pair. Everyone loves seeing Jenson and y/n." Simon states while Jenson smiles not even sorry for the public display of affection even if they're on air.

"And now you smell like vanilla." Naomi smiles making Jenson laugh and nod.

"Have to stay on brand." Jenson confirms while smelling what must've been freshly sprayed perfume that's transferred onto him now lingering around him.

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.

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.

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.