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december 6th - missed flights // j.b22

Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: age gap (reader is over 20!), sexual tension from the start, dad’s best friend, slight power imbalance, oral (f! and m!receiving), penetrative sex, kitchen sex!, slight manhandling, mutual orgasm, slight cum play.

Word Count: 2,537

Author’s Note: timelines don’t full add up but don’t focus on that lmao

Holiday Advent Calendar

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snow lined the streets of the city, cold and stuck; you had nowhere else to go. you turned to the one person you were sure was home.

“Are you sure there’s nothing available? I really need to get home.” You tell the woman at the counter who looked like she was on her very last nerve.

“Ma’am, I understand that you need to get home but so does everybody else in this line. Flights are cancelled due to the weather and I'm not sure when another flight will be available. You're welcome to sign up online and wait for updates.” She tells you, trying her best to keep her calm.

“Do you have any idea when it’s expected to clear?”

“According to the news, Sunday.”

Your eyes widen, trying not to scream in the middle of the airport. “Sunday?! That’s after Christmas.”

“I’m sorry, there's nothing I can do.” The lady tells you, peeking behind you. “Next!” She shouts, telling you it's time to move on.

Sighing, you pull your luggage behind you and find a vacant corner to sit in until you figure something out. It was currently Thursday night, you were supposed to go home on Wednesday but got stuck in the city because of work and had to push your flight. Now you couldn't go home due to the snowstorm.

So you're going to miss Christmas indefinitely.

You didn’t even live there, you were just visiting for work. Now you were stranded and surely with all the cancellations, the hotels are packed. There’s no way you’re spending the next 3 days in that disgustingly full airport.

There’s one idea in your head but it’s insane.

You haven’t seen him in years, would he even remember you? Would he let you in? Are you going to end up stranded in the streets all alone in a snow storm?

Can't know if you don’t try.

Buttoning your coat back up, you rush outside to hail the first available taxi you find. The taxi takes you to 3 streets before where you need to go; the roads are jammed with traffic and snow plows trying to clear the way. It’s a madhouse once you get out of the taxi; people trying to get home, the roads still busy as ever even with all the snow.

Making all but 50 feet before the wheel on your suitcase gives out. You bend down to try and fix it but your coat gets caught on the fence behind you and when you tug to get it loose, you’re 99% sure it just ripped.

Okay, you’re a big girl, buck up. You can make it.

Hopefully he still lives there.

Picking up the suitcase, you trudged through the snow until you reached the brownstone you’re looking for. Carefully making your way up the steps, you stamp off your snowy boots and shake the snow out of your hair before knocking.

Lights are on, someone is home.

The door opens and the person you’re looking for appears in front of you. Jenson looks at you for a moment before it clicks who was on his doorstep.

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” He asks.

To be fair, it was the right question to ask considering you haven’t seen the man in nearly ten years. You were 14 the last time you saw him, now you were 23. Jenson and your father were good friends, he worked for Brawn while Jenson raced for them.

They saw each other at least once a year but you’re always busy or you don’t care to go but now you were standing on his front step really hoping he’ll let you in.

“Well,” you chuckle. “That’s actually a funny story. I was in the city for work, got delayed by work because I was supposed to leave yesterday and I had to push my flight but big shocker, I’m not on it cause well...” you gesture to the snow. “Anywho, the wheel on my suitcase is broken, I’m pretty sure there’s a hole in my coat from when I bent down to fix the wheel, I’m freezing, my phone is almost dead and I have nowhere else to go, so here I am.”

He steps to the side, leaving the doorway open. “Come in,” he says, letting you step in and he helps you lug the suitcase in. “Jesus, what do you have in here?”

“Not Jesus, that’s for sure.” You answer on first instinct and Jenson laughs as he shuts the door. “Still have your father’s humour I see.”

“Some things don’t change.” You tell him, shrugging off your coat. “I hope I'm not imposing, I'll look for a hotel tomorrow. It's so hectic out there right now.”

Jenson takes the coat and hangs it up by the door. “No need to fuss about that, you can stay as long as you like.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your plans.” You say, nodding towards the half decorated tree. He shakes his head, ushering you towards the living room. “No plans, I’ve been slacking on the Christmas spirit this year.”

“Well since I’m here, I can help you if you’d like. I don’t know if you know, but I happen to be an expert in Christmas cheer.”

Jenson laughs, “I do remember. The moment Thanksgiving was over, you were pulling out the boxes.”

“Still the same,” you tell him, looking through the ornaments he had. “Now are you more of a multicolour guy or do you have a theme?”

Jenson sits on the coffee table, shrugging. “I was going to put all of those on and hope for the best.” He tells you plainly and you laugh, thinking he’s joking but the lack of smile tells you he was serious.

“Oh- you actually.. okay.” You press your lips together to hold back a smile. “I’m thinking,” you reach into the box to pull out a blue and a gold. “These?”

“Perfect,” he says, eyes on you; he wasn’t talking about the ornaments. Your baby blue sweater fit you perfectly, the black jeans snug to every curve and your hair was pulled back, the few strands out of place showed your hassle to get there.

Jenson wondered if he was extra good this year for you to show up at his door steps all these years later.

He sat there for a few moments, watching as you carefully hung the ornaments on the tree. Clearly there was a method to the chaos. “Hungry ?” He asks, reaching for his phone.

“I could eat,” your back turned to him, fluffing the branches. “What do you have?”

“I’ll order from the Chinese takeout down the road.”

“Are they going to be open? Better yet, how are they gonna get here?”

“It's a 2 minute walk, sweetheart.” He says, the word causing a fluttering in your stomach. “I’ll see if they’re delivering.” Jenson steps out of the living room to make the call and you glance over your shoulder to look at him.

His grey shirt clung to his shoulders and it seemed like the first time you were noticing how handsome he is. I mean, it was no secret that Jenson was attractive, even when you were a teenager, you knew he was good looking just based on the way women were obsessed with him.

You can hear bits and pieces of the conversation, he orders what sounds like the entire place before he peeks back into the living room. “I’m gonna take a shower, unless you need my help with the tree?”

You had already rearranged all of the ornaments he put up. “Um, no I'm good. Almost done anyways.” You smiled and watched as he headed upstairs.

It had been 20 minutes since Jenson had gone upstairs and the doorbell rang; the delivery.

You thanked the guy, paid for the food and tipped him before you sent him on his way. You were setting the bags on the coffee table when he came back down. “The food came,” he says, stating the obvious.

Turning, you find Jenson shirtless behind you, the shirt tossed over his shoulder. “Did you find my wallet ?” He asks and your brows pull together.

“What?”

“How’d you pay?”

“I paid.”

“My wallet was by the door, you could have grabbed the cash out of it.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, sitting on the couch. “You’re letting me stay here, it's the least I could do.”

You and Jenson sit in comfortable silence, splitting the million and one things he ordered. You caught him up on what your parents had been up to and he told you about his latest ventures post racing. You won't lie, you knew he was reporting for Sky Sports; more often than not you turned it on just to see a familiar face when you traveled for work, though you’d never admit that to him.

Afterwards you two clear up the trash and the leftovers, taking them into the kitchen. You decide to wash the few dishes left over from dinner and Jenson offers to make tea.

The man reached over your head to grab a mug out of the cupboard, his chest pressed against your back. You can feel something pushed up against your ass, he was wearing sweatpants so it couldn't have been a belt.

“Jenson,” you turn to face the man and he looks down at you.

Any thought of getting a mug or tea was long gone.

The man pins you against the counter, his lips find yours as his hand cups your jaw. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, Jenson’s hands wandering across your body, tugging on the sweater you had on.

Pulling and pushing, little by little the clothes end up on the floor.

He lifts you onto the counter, your legs on either side of him as he steps between them. Rubbing up your thigh with one hand, the other pulls you by your chin to look at him. Your eyes find his, watching as he sinks to his knees in front of you.

Your hands are flat on the counter as you feel his tongue against you. Jenson’s arms hook around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his blonde hair.

Jenson glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs.

The hand on your thigh shifts to between your legs, two fingers slowly pushing into you. You feel him curl his fingers slowly. “Jense- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again.

Despite this being the first time you two hooked up, Jenson couldn't bring himself to say no to you. You had him wrapped around your finger.

Jenson mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth.

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face.

Your cheeks go red when you see his face glistening, nose to chin. Jenson’s tongue slides across his lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He smiles, kissing you and you're even more read than you were before.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whisper to him, eyes fixed on his hand that was wandering across your chest at the moment.

Jenson’s lips follow his fingers, kissing and leaving little marks as he goes along his way. His tongue brushes over your nipple, your back arches involuntarily; your body betrays you.

“We can stop,” he says, a hand slipping between your legs.

“No, I don’t-” you stop talking and pull him closer, kissing him once more; your way of telling him yes.

Jenson’s hand rubbing along your thigh before pulling you toward the edge of the counter a little more before he pushes into you. One ankle is over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip.

He fucks you the way he knows you’d like it; rough.

And once again, you were a sight to see; back arched off the counter, eyes closed and your head tilted back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time.

Jenson has never seen a prettiest sight.

He feels you clench around him, the hand on his shoulder digs in, your nails leaving behind their own set of marks. His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, Jenson’s fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” Jenson says, knowing it won't be long more.

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body.

“Look at me when you cum.”

You’re forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, focusing on Jenson. A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge.

He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making.

Without warning, Jenson pulls out of you and pulls you off the counter. You were confused as to what was happening, still in a post orgasm daze.

The man has you on your knees, looking up at him.

The dots connect the moment his cock’s pressed to your tongue and he watches as you circle your tongue around the tip.

“Fuck,” he leans back against the counter, pushing your head down to take all of him in your mouth. His eyes are fixed on you, hand tangled in your hair as you take all of him in your mouth.

The sight alone was enough to get him to cum and it did.

You look up at him through your lashes as swallow.

Jenson’s hand finds your chin, leaning down to kiss you. “Good girl,” he mumbles against your lips.

He helps you up, giving you his shirt to wear as he puts his pants back on. You yawn as you lean on the counter, redressed this time. “Tired?” He asks, and you hum, nodding.

“Do you still want some tea or wanna go to bed?”

“Bed,” you tell him, your hand reaching out for his. Jenson’s fingers interlock with yours before you let him lead the way upstairs to his bedroom.

“This doesn’t look like a guest room,” you say, sitting on the bed. Jenson smiles when he joins you on the bed, “guest room? Who said anything about that.” He says, leaning over to kiss you.

You two get comfortable, settling in beside each other and under the sheets. “Have you got plans for the holidays ?” You ask him and he shrugs.

“I didn’t but since you’re stuck here, I'm sure we can come up with something.” He says, leaning down to kiss you once more.

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