May 17, 2024
father, son, and the holy spirit | jb + ls
a/n: jenson adopted logan and that’s a fact
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father, son, and the holy spirit | jb + ls
a/n: jenson adopted logan and that’s a fact
producer lewis who makes a sex tape with you and sends the tape to jenson. lewis attaches a note that says something like "can't wait to hear your thoughts about this xx" because he's a cocky little shit. after jenson watches the tape, he calls lewis saying he has some thoughts and they should meet up to discuss them. lewis and jenson then surprise you, the star of the tape, with dinner and a show.
hehehehehe finally got on my laptop!
bon's thoughts (18+)
film critic!jenson's at his desk. he's writing a new article about your film that had just come out a few days ago. he's going easy on you for now, you hadn't done anything to anger him nor had you showed up at his office grumbling about something he had written. he chews his pen, glancing from his computer to the window where he sees one of his female colleagues chatting away about what she did for vacation. she was cute, he gives that to her, but he never has the energy to go and ask for her number. not when you were visiting him. not when you would go two steps further to push him to the edge before going down on his cock. he chuckles at the past memories, closing his laptop to head out for a small lunch break when the door swings open. it's the cute colleague and she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, handing him a small package.
"it's for you, jenson!" she chirps, setting the box down and sliding it over across his desk, "it's from producer hamilton. said you should check this out!"
jenson raises an eyebrow, nodding his head and thanking her. he opens the box, it's small and could almost pass as a ring box which could be hamilton's attempt as a cruel joke and there jenson sees a flashdrive. ah, flashdrives. jenson's starting to get a good idea of what this could be about and he stands up, closing the blinds to his office. he peers through to see the cute girl heading to the break room and jenson frowns. he tosses the flashdrive into the air a couple times, debating what he should use his lunch time for and ultimately decides that if hamilton was going out of his way to contact him after years, it had to be pretty important. he sits back down at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood and a slip of paper catches his eye. he pulls it out, admiring how firm it felt and read its contents:
any thoughts? i'm sure you'll hate missing out on this - l.h.
his eyes flicker to the flashdrive once more, hands already on its way to open his laptop and plug it in. clicking on the file explorer, he drags the mouse over the flashdrive's name on the side of the screen. there's only one video. the thumbnail makes his eyes wide, a small surprised laugh slipping past his lips. it's you on your knees, tongue out with cum dripping down your face. oh he has to see this.
an actual full sex tape. jenson's not really shocked that you'd eventually have made one, everyone in hollywood knows your reputation. he still can't get behind the fact that you actually agreed to be in one, though. unless hamilton tricked you, but even that was unlikely. you were smart, very smart. you wouldn't ever put yourself in this position unless you knew what would happen. 45 minutes long. jenson can't even explain what's happening in front of him. he feels like he's actually there, watching lewis throw you onto the bed and spit on your cunt. he can see the tattoos on his hand, his fingers massaging your sensitive pearl as you're tied to the bed, bucking your hips and whining, begging to cum.
"such a fucking whore, god," lewis groans, and he sets the camera up on the nightstand. his hands roam over your body, squeezing every piece of fat he can find. his mouth's on your tits, biting on your nipples as you yelp out loud, tears streaming down your face, "if you weren't so talented, i would've kept you as my personal slut, fuck."
jenson can't see lewis's face but he knows the man must be grinning ear to ear as he sees you fighting against the restraints, wanting to touch him. he slots himself between your legs, pulling his throbbing dick from his boxers and stroking himself. he spits on your cunt for the second time, letting his cock slide along your folds. you're whimpering, pleading with him to be fucked.
"and why should I?" lewis mocks, "you've been fucked by almost everybody here, what difference does it make if i don't?"
your voice, despite being muffled, is clear to jenson's ears, "you're the best, lewis, you always stretch me out so good, no one else can."
jenson rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that you had to be lying. he bites his knuckles, palming himself as he continues to watch. lewis laughs, finally sinking his cock inside you and you're already arching your back, crying in joy as he sets a steady pace. his thrusts are slow but deep, each one making your tits bounce so deliciously that jenson wishes it was him, not lewis, fucking you. he pauses the video, shutting his laptop down since he's seen quite enough and smiles to himself, it's a really shitty thing to do but he can't stop himself anymore.
"what a wonderful film," you exclaim, your arm linked with jenson. you glance between the man next to you and lewis, "you never told me how you guys know each other."
lewis smirks, "everyone knows each other here, sweetheart. don't act dumb."
jenson snickers, "i have to say lewis, you made me jealous there. best fuck she's ever had, really? i'm sure i could prove her wrong," and you frown, eyes snapping to lewis about why jenson knows about the tape but before you can ask, the two men are redirecting you down the street to a restaurant for dinner. once inside, you're tapping your foot impatiently, glaring at lewis.
"ok, i'm going to be really nice here and ask-"
"oh, look at the appetizers aren't they delicious?" jenson asks, bringing your hand to his lips as he kisses each finger, shoving the menu to your face to distract you. lewis shifts his chair closer to you, letting his arm wrap around your waist as his hand comes up to grope at your tits. you're biting your lip, squeezing your thighs together as you keep glancing between the two of them.
"what are you both doing?" you whisper, leaning into jenson as his lips travel up to your neck, "papparazi could see, anyone could see!"
"anyone could see the sex tape," lewis points out, his thumb brushing over your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. you hold back a whine, brows furrowing,
"yeah i know, im well aware of that, but i couldn't give a shit about it right now... we should just eat dinner and get out of here, take this back to my hotel room," you scoff, gasping as jenson bites down onto your neck before sucking gently. your eyes gaze up at the ceiling, slowly travelling down when you meet a cold, hard gaze from a set of big brown eyes.
it's carlos sainz, his jaw going taut as he sees what's happening across the restaurant. his hand is just about ready to shatter the glass of wine he's holding up to his lips. he's with some associates, not interested in what they were talking about because his eyes were on you. watching what you're doing... especially with hamilton fondling your tits so openly in public. you gulp, feeling jenson smile against your cheek as he gives you a quick kiss.
"im hungry, what about you?" he asks.
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.
congrats on 1k!! for the drabble gamee can u do jenson button x supermodel or victoria’s secret angel readerr?? set in the 2000s thank youu and congrats again! 🫶
AH YES I CAN (extra kisses for u jenson is my fav)
from the 1k drabble game
ੈ✩‧₊˚ JENSON SUPPORTING YOUR MODELLING CAREER
— it was an open secret that one of victoria secret’s newest angels was dating up f1 superstar jenson button. the two of you had never shared the details of your relationship, but paparazzi photos and little easter eggs had meant that everyone knew you were together.
— once the secret was out, jenson took advantage of it.
— he would come to every show that his schedule allowed, usually sat front row with other drivers on the grid that were lucky enough to get an invite. you enjoyed every show he was at, but the main event was a personal favorite because you got to interact with the crowd.
— most of the time, you’d be focused on your walk and showing the clothing off to its best ability, but the victoria secret fashion show meant you could show a cheekier side to yourself. this included setting tabloids alight with you relationship.
— you had spotted him the first time you walked down the runway, keeping your focus on your strut. you were saving it for the big moment. it was when you donned the iconic angel wings and took off during the music artist’s performance that you made the most of your boyfriend in the crowd.
— katy perry lead you down the runway mid performance, holding your hand and helping you twirl without the wings getting caught. as you reached the mid point of the stage, she gave you a wink and spun you to where jenson was sat.
— you bent down, blowing a kiss in your boyfriends direction. jenson pretending to catch the kiss and ‘faint’ warning a glorious laugh from yourself that was caught on camera.
— the papers called you ‘the new it couple’.
bon you can’t ask us for narsty thoughts, i’ve just been rotating the idea of college!jenson in my mind since you mentioned it the other day. no thoughts beyond would….
okay this is LONGGGG overdue now that i think about it
bon's thoughts (18+)
college!jenson button is the type of guy that all the girls know to stay away from, not because he's a bad person - no in fact, he's the sweetest guy and he's extra sweet when he's made up his mind to fuck your pretty tight cunt.
everyone knows about his reputation, every girl knows that he's only there for sex but no one's going to stop him, i mean come on now have you seen his face? there are people gossiping about him, whispering rumors they heard about him from the girls that were lucky enough to have his cock shoving his cum deep inside their creamy pussies.
and the stars might've aligned almost immediately when he sees you walking down the hallway after lecture one day, your ass bouncing under that skirt. he's following you from a distance, noticing the way you look a bit distracted and much to his luck, you drop your textbooks on accident and bend down to pick them up.
"oh fuck," he groans under his breath, his hands aching to reach out and knead your soft flesh. he rushes to stand besides you, crouching down to help you with your things as he flashes you a smile, "hi, im jenson! you new here?"
"yeah, i am! was it that obvious?" you snicker. of course it was obvious, a cute dumb little thing like you all lost and bending down like that waiting to grab any man's attention. he's so focused on wanting to shove you against the wall and fuck you in front of everyone that he doesn't realize you've been yapping to him for a while, asking him the same question again and again.
"uh, uh im sorry?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "can you repeat that?"
"do you take intro to oral communication?" you ask, "its a GEP i have to take but i can't really speak things properly, much less for a speech in front of everyone."
he grins widely at your words, already picturing the sight of you in his bedroom on your knees with his cock deep inside your mouth, lips all plump and swollen and tits covered in his cum with tears spilling down your cheeks.
"i took it last year," he smiles, "and i'm always down to help if you want, why don't i give you my number and address yeah? you can come over tomorrow."
you nod your head eagerly, pulling out your phone completely unaware that your pussy was going to walk out the next day stuffed with 3 rounds of his cum and he might be cheeky enough to get you a butt plug so everyone knows for sure who you belong to from now on.
tis the dilf season | j. button (22)
a/n: ignore the timeline cuz it’s a mess (I actually tried to do the maths) enjoyy 🤭
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— this work is not done!! cleared wips
— jenson button
Jenson loves everything about it except the fact that you’re forbidden. So sweet, so innocent, so easy to break..the feeling of wanting to own you. The pregnant tension in the air, lingering between the scent of his expensive cologne you only hope you can see the glimpse of the bottle somewhere in his bedroom- bathroom, says something about the situation you’re both in.
He loves the way the term ‘darling’ rolls off his tongue so naturally, so smooth. Nothing about it feels so wrong, or so right. The way he can’t tear his eyes away from the skirt you’re wearing, hoping he could just snatch you away like a thief to a glimmering diamond.
Everything about the way you blush whenever he’s commentating for sky sports, the way you stammered over your words when he asks you a simple yes or no question.