#I'm a sucker for F1 Drivers necks

[honeybee-f1]

Why is he drinking the Red Bull like that? What a slut.

Also, his neck ??

[whorekneecentral]

i’m actually personally offended by the lack of jenson smut on this website so…

maybe daddy jenson and you watching a movie together and hes getting handsy, but you keep swatting him away bc it’s your favorite movie… eventually he’s hand enough of you being a brat so he sits you down on his cock, telling you to pay attention to the movie since that’s what you wanted so badly,,

I'm nothing if not a sucker for men that were f1 drivers and are now dilfs. 

“Stop it,” you pushed your husband’s hand away from your thighs. Jenson pouts, his arm moving back to its previous position around your shoulders. 

The two of you had finally settled down for the evening, you took a shower and were watching your favourite movie when Jenson joined you on the couch. You had on his favourite outfit; just his shirt, and now he won’t stop trying to fuck you but you wanted to watch your movie. 

“Darling,” Jenson hums, leaning into your side before kissing down your neck. “You’ve seen this movie a million times, you can miss some of it.” He tells you, his other hand slipping down to your thigh, getting as far as pushing them apart before you swat his hand away for the millionth time since he sat down. 

Jenson leaves you be; meaning he didn’t say anything but his actions didn’t stop. His hands wandered and they were just as troublesome as the rest of him. He pulls you onto his lap and you let him but your attention was fixed on the screen. 

You settle back against his chest, letting his hands wander again. It didn’t get far before you push them away. 

Jenson groans, you can feel him shuffling behind you and push you forward on his lap for the moment. You ignore whatever it is he's doing behind you, at least you tried too but Jenson literally lifts you back to where he wants. 

And that spot you ask? 

“Jense!” You let out a breath when you feel yourself sink down onto him. “What are you-” “Watch your movie,” he tells you. 

Your brows pull together, “wha.. what ?” You say, confused. 

“You wanted to watch your movie, so watch.” Your husband answers, his fingers trailing up and down the inside of your thighs. 

It was definitely harder to pay attention now, his fingers distracting you as did his need to re-situate himself every few minutes. You had enough when he lifts his hips for the 6th time in 10 minutes. 

“Stop it,” you mumble, your hand gripping his that was on your thigh.

“Stop what, sweetheart?” 

Your head falls back onto his shoulder when he lifts his hips again. “Don’t do that,” you say, Jenson’s hand wandering to between your legs, two fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. “Fuck,” you breathe. 

“Need something ?” He asks; your husband was nothing if not cocky. 

“Jenson,” you call, your tone a warning in itself. 

He smiles, satisfied. He knows he had you exactly where he wants you. “Ask and I'll give you what you want, darling.” 

“Fuck me or I'll find someone else to do it.” 

Jenson hums, his arm wrapping around your torso as he moves you onto your hands and knees on the couch. “Even when I'm about to give you what you want, you’ve got an attitude.” 

You roll your eyes at his words, about to give him some snarky remark when he pulls you up by your hair, your back pressed to his chest. 

“I should fuck the attitude out of you, shouldn’t I?”