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Reader is secretly married to Lando, and she starts using his sim, she misses him and she wants to feel closer and also really wants to learn (even if she is not ready to admit that she always had a thing for learning how it would feel to be in an actual f1 car). She creates a profile for herself for fun: Mrs Norris (which of course no one thinks it’s actually her). She becomes so good at it that she ends up beating the whole grid one time, and everyone is just wondering who the hell is this person…

👀👀👀👀

Very unrealistic, but well… 😂😂😂😂

Mrs Norris (Oneshot)

Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader

Summary — It was only supposed to be a bit of fun, but really, what did she expect? Her surname might be Norris now, but she was born a Verstappen.

Notes — This was so fun!!!!!! Em, I will never not appreciate your cute ideas.

Lando had been gone for exactly twelve hours when she caved.

It wasn’t boredom—the Verstappen family didn’t do boredom. Her schedule was packed with gym sessions, influencer brunches, and brand events she had no real desire to attend.

But the apartment felt off without him. Too quiet. Too tidy.

And the sim rig—God, it just sat there. Smug. Taunting. Like it knew she’d eventually give in to its silent, high-tech seduction.

She told herself it was just curiosity. Racing was in her blood, even if she’d had zero interest as a kid. She used to stage silent protests just to get out of karting, sulking until her dad finally let her quit and focus on gymnastics instead.

Still, one harmless session wouldn’t hurt, right?

Just a few laps around Silverstone. Just something to do before bed.

Two hours later, she was red-faced, sweaty, and yelling at an AI Williams for brake-checking her into Turn 1.

She was terrible. Hilariously, painfully terrible.

But she was hooked.

—

By day three, she was watching tutorials, scribbling notes, and fine-tuning the seat and wheel setup like her life depended on it.

She texted Lando under the guise of checking in.

Hey handsome, you okay? Totally random, but what’s the best braking point for Eau Rouge?

He didn’t even question it—just sent a smug voice note with a full breakdown like she was a rookie on his team.

It made her want to destroy his time.

That night, she created a profile.

She debated using her real name, but that was a quick no. The username had to be anonymous… but also funny.

So she picked the most on-the-nose option possible.

@Mrs.Norris

It was meant to be a joke. A bit of fun. She never expected it to go anywhere.

She definitely didn’t expect to get good.

—

Two weeks in, she was holding her own in online lobbies. Four weeks in, she was winning. All of them.

Six weeks in, she entered a public charity sim race and beat George, Charles, and Alex.

The stream chat lost its collective mind.

Who TF is Mrs. Norris???

Actual alien pace.

Lando alt??

Plot twist: it’s Max Verstappen in disguise.

That last one made her laugh so hard she nearly fell out of the rig. The idea that they thought her brother was racing under her married name? Unhinged enough to make her cry.

Then came the text from Lando.

Lando:

Baby, are you using my sim under the username Mrs. Norris?

You:

Yep. And I beat them all.

Lando:

No. Shut up. You did not.

You:

Duh. I might be a Norris now, but I was born a Verstappen.

—

When he finally got home after the triple-header, he walked in to find her mid-race, cursing like a sailor, laser-focused, fire in her eyes.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking.

She crossed the finish line five seconds clear of second place.

Slowly, she removed the headset. Even slower, she turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink.

“Hi,” she said softly, suddenly shy.

He didn’t say anything.

Then he grinned.

“Mrs. Norris,” he drawled, walking over to kiss her forehead, “we are so screwed if this gets out.”

She smiled. “It won’t. They think I’m Max.”

He leaned in, voice low. “You beat my Silverstone time.”

“Your fault for sounding all smug about Eau Rouge.”

He kissed her properly then, holding her like he hadn’t seen her in months.

And neither of them mentioned the way his hands trembled slightly at the thought of her in a real F1 car.

Because if her dad ever found out?

He’d have her in one tomorrow.

"Have a teabreak while your at it." give lewis a gun

HIS HAIR!!!!!

he is the funniest guy in the world i’m afraid

QUESTION MARK

butterflies

BOOMSAKALAKA 💥

isack hadjar your seatbelt woes and emotional honesty have filled me with a near parental level of affection and concern

this is really how i feel sometimes

Meet Our Second Reserve Driver: Jenson Button.

*blink, blink* Lando saying in an interview the team hid the fact he had a brake issue and only telling him until absolutely necessary 🙂🙂

Okay seriously what is mclarens problem

i'm making a collection

The future is looking rosé. Introducing Enchanté Rosé.

actual cinema. a lewis sprint pole. jack, gabriel, and ollie out qualifying their more experienced teammates. yuki and alex in sq3 and yuki, isack, and gabriel all out qualifying liam lawson 🥲🥹

YES. FORZA FERRARI. finally.

OMG

And it gets worse lol

Lewis and Charles both have Seb's phone number. They should just call him for strategy during the race.

Hes so funny BUT PLEASE FREE HIM

Charles: is there a leakage

Pit: of what?

Charles: my seat is full of water

Pit: ah yes. It must be the water

Charles: lets add that to the words of wisdom

a doriane holding a sign template for all your memeing needs

via Williams Racing

Lewis Hamilton, Australia 2025

No thoughts, just Laurent giving Esteban cheek kisses 😭💜

Text post in a group chat with the reader as a driver too? Is completely fine if you don't want to do it i simply love your work you're amazing💓💓

f1 drivers group chat [post monza gp]

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri + redbull driver!reader

★ : warnings :: lots of leg pulling, don't read if you're too sensitive! SERIOUSLY if you believe in sending hate to writers' asks, just scroll <3

( texts masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request )

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

★ : a/n :: feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

F1 Rainbow Illustrations

All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol

*remembers*

*gets sick to my stomach*

That one interview with papa sainz and little carlos

Can you write another Jenson smut with a age-gap reader? Please. It’s so hard to find good Jenson stories.

Jenson had desperately needed a replacement teammate for the 24 hours of Le Mans after one of them had fallen ill. 

He was starting to regret choosing you for the job. 

Warnings: Smut, tension, fingering, massage, age gap, I have limited knowledge of how the 24hrs of Le Mans works so forgive me if there are inaccuracies, I decided to put Fernando as the 3rd teammate because why not, reader is basically 2000s Jenson, tiny plot twist at the end. 

wc: 5.7k

Not because you were incompetent or anything, you were very competent. 

Almost too competent. 

He was perfectly confident in your ability to help him get that damn trophy, but your youth and energy made Jenson feel old. 

He didn't know whether it was coffee, or redbull, or fucking cocaine that made you into a nervous ball of energy, but it was unnerving the way you would run literal circles around him all day. 

The other problem though, and honestly the main reason he felt old, was that if he'd been a decade younger, he would have definitely fancied himself a chance with you. 

You were beautiful, funny, witty… and Jenson hated to admit, very much his type. He had trouble not thinking about you, and about how much you reminded him of himself when he was younger. 

His only salvation, he thought, was that you'd never be in the car together, and when neither of you were driving, one of you would definitely be sleeping. 

Jenson managed to put the car on pole. Which took a huge weight off your shoulders, and he decided he should be the one to start the race. 

Fernando was going to replace him for the second stint, and then you would come in after him. Eight rotations of 3 hours each, you only doing 2 stints because you were the rookie.  

It was a foolproof plan. And hopefully Jenson would come out of it without doing anything stupid. 

So for the first few hours all you could do was wait. You watched videos on your phone, checked the livestream, got impromptu engineering lessons at the back of the garage, anything you could think of to keep yourself calm while you waited.  

This was your first endurance race, and you were in a team with two literal legends… which made you so nervous you felt like you could throw up at any given moment at the thought of disappointing them. 

The first driver swap went perfectly, Fernando jumped in and Jenson made his way over to you. 

You heart rate sped up when you spotted him. 

The reason you were so nervous around him was because he was your idol, and you were terrified of fucking up in front of him. 

Also you had a big fat crush on him, but that was just a detail. And right now he was drenched in sweat. It was hot. 

I mean it was hot in Le Mans. You know, because it was summer and stuff… 

He smiled at you as he made his way over. 

“You nervous?” he asked, eyeing the cup of coffee you were holding. 

“Yeah” you exhaled shakily “I am terrified of accidentally falling asleep or something”  

Jenson laughed. “That's why it's a good idea to sleep while you're not in the car. I for example am going to go take a shower, and a nap” 

Your eyes widened in panic. 

“But what if there's a problem?! What if we need to do an emergency driver swap! Fernando-“ 

He slapped his hand over your mouth to stop your rambling. 

“That is why you are here.” He tried to reassure you. “And given the size of that coffee, and the fact that you are still in the garage, I'm guessing you have no plans to go to sleep yet. So there's nothing to worry about!” he smiled tiredly, not realising his sweaty palm was still against your skin, partially obscuring the huge blush that was spreading across your face at the contact. 

“So chill out, watch a movie, and try to go easy on the coffee, if you start drinking too much now, you won't get to the end, trust me” 

He offered you a reassuring smile before retracting his hand and shuffling away, covered in sweat and eager to get back to his room. 

You stood there, a blushing mess while the engineer who had been explaining cooling systems to you smirked knowingly. 

“Don't say a fucking word” you muttered. 

He threw his hands up in surrender, but his smirk stayed firmly in place while he watched you slink away in embarrassment. 

Jenson had lied. 

Well, partially. His shower was great, but he was way too hopped up on adrenaline to go to sleep. 

He just didn't want to stick around the garage while you were there. He was already cringing at himself whenever he replayed the moment his sweaty, greasy palm made contact with your skin. 

Why the fuck had he done that?  

He set the stream up on his tablet so that he could keep informed on what was going on, and decided to scroll through instagram to pass the time.  

Within seconds he ended up on your profile, scrolling through the already too familiar photos. 

He clicked on your story to see the video (that he'd already seen 100 times that day) of you filming him and Fernando. 

The camera panned to Fernando first and your voice crackled through the phone speakers. 

“Fernando Alonso! How are you feeling about todays race?! Nervous? Excited?!” 

Fernando's laughter echoed in the room. 

“Me and Jenson have done this several times, we are used to it. I should be asking you the question!” 

The camera turned back to catch your face as you rolled your eyes. “Riiiight I forgot I was racing with a pair of old men!” 

“Hey!” Jenson heard his own voice shout, and your face lighting up while you turned the camera towards him. 

“Is that… 2009 Formula One world Champion Jenson Button?! I think it is!”  you laughed at his failure to keep a straight face at your antics. 

“Jenson Button! Huge fan! Could you sign something for me?!”  

Video Jenson rolled his eyes at you. 

“I'll tell you what, help me win that trophy and I'll see what I can do” 

You gasped, turning to the camera with an evil grin. 

“You heard it here first folks! If I win Le Mans, Jenson Button is going to sign my ass!” 

“That is NOT WHAT I SAI-“ 

The last few seconds of the video were Jenson and you grappling for the phone while a blurry Fernando facepalmed in the background. 

For Fernando to be the adult of the team was… unexpected. 

But you just brought out that side in Jenson, and he almost felt like he was back in F1 again, young and fun and- 

Well, sadly the time of being able to fuck his teammates was over. 

He was brought out of his thoughts when your name was said on the livestream. 

His head whipped up and there you were. 

“She hasn't left the garage. Jenson and Fernando's fellow driver, a rookie, is seemingly too excited to sleep and seems to have joined what looks like a human pyramid with some of the engineers…” 

Jenson's jaw dropped. 

Someone was giving you a lift up so that you could climb to the top of a pile of engineers. 

“She seems to be a breath of fresh air around the paddock, I will admit. I'm sure everyone has seen her story on instagram by now, where she teases poor Jenson. You just don't really see drivers having that sort of fun anymore do you?” 

Jenson watched in horror as you jumped off the top and into the arms of a waiting engineer. 

You then spotted the cameraman that was filming you and ran over to kiss the lense and smile evilly.  

A shiver ran up Jenson's spine. 

“Speaking of Jenson, I wonder why he isn't in the garage with her. In any case she reminds me a lot of him when he was in Formula One. They have that same fire and hunger that drives their wild child nature.” 

Jenson had seen enough. He put on some clothes and wandered back to the track. 

 That way he could be there for you during your stint and Fernando could have a nap before replacing you again. Or that's what he told himself, really he just wanted to be with you and have a bit of fun. 

As soon as you saw him step into the garage you grinned mischievously at him and waved. 

You’d just started a game of scrabble on a table in the back with a couple of the engineers. 

“I saw that, you know” he was hitting the dad pose next to you as he eyed the board. 

“Saw what?” you smiled, putting down the word ‘cat’ for 5 points. 

“The human pyramid. Can you imagine how much shit we would be in if you'd fallen and hurt yourself?” 

“But I didn't fall, so… we're all good” you smiled up at him. 

Jenson spotted the coffee cup next to you. 

“How many of those have you had since I left?” 

“Just the one, dad” you rolled your eyes at him. 

“It should have been none. Mark my words you will be exhausted if you can't sleep before your second stint.” 

“Oh is Mark here? I didn't see him!” you looked around the garage sarcastically while the other two chuckled. 

Jenson did not laugh. At least not on the outside. 

Your cheeky grin had a way of piercing through his defences and his resolve crumbled. 

“I hate you” 

“You won't feel that way when I get you that trophy and you're forced to sign my butt”  

“I will not be doing that” he grumbled. 

You took a sip of your coffee, peering at him over the rim.  

“We'll see…” 

It was time, Fernando was about to come in and you were going to hop into his seat and speed off into the night. 

It was impossible to tell who was more nervous, you or Jenson. 

“You'll do fine” 

“What if I crash?” 

“Then we'll lose. So don't crash” 

Your leg was bouncing nervously. 

Fernando's headlights appeared at the end of the pitlane and your heart skipped a beat. 

Jenson slapped your helmet playfully and as the car screeched to a halt, you wrenched the door open and swapped places with Fernando. 

With new tyres and a body full of nerves and caffeine, you drove off as fast as you could (within the speed limit of course) and rejoined the track. 

Jenson watched you go and didn't even register Fernando sniggering at the look on his face. 

“She will be fine, Jenson. She knows what she's doing. The adrenaline will eventually wear off and she will fall asleep as soon as she gets out of the car” 

Jenson sure hoped so. 

Fernando went to take a nap, because he was going in again after you. 

Jenson couldn't sleep though. He watched your onboards nervously while devouring a chicken sandwich. 

You were doing well. The track was cold, but dry so as long as you didn't get your lines wrong you weren't at a risk of slipping. 

But he could tell all that coffee was getting to you. 

Firstly because 45 minutes in you told your race engineer you needed a piss. Which was answered with a laugh and a comment about not being allowed to pee in the car. 

Secondly because he knew your body language, and you were always a bit hyper for sure, but the way your fingers kept tapping at the wheel and how much you were fidgeting definitely wasn't normal. 

Then your voice came over the radio. 

“Is Jenson still in the garage?” 

Your race engineer sighed and answered that yes, he was. 

“Jenson if you can hear me, you should go to bed, old man” 

Jenson scoffed at the nickname and then his heart rate picked up at the fact that you were thinking about him in the car. 

He tried to tell himself it didn't mean anything. After all, when you spend 3 hours alone in a car, your mind will go anywhere to keep itself occupied. 

But he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach. 

By the end of your 3 hours, you had mentioned Jenson a total of seven times, and each one had gotten more laughs throughout the garage than the last. 

Fernando was ready to swap when you came careening into the pitlane, and off he went with new tyres and a good luck slap on the back from you. 

You immediately jumped into Jenson's arms and he was surprised that you were still this full of energy. 

Either you had the slowest metabolism on earth or you really were just that excited. 

“I did it! I survived!” you laughed excitedly and Jenson could feel his heart pumping in his chest when he realised how nice it was having you so close to him. 

“You sure did, now I recommend you have a shower and a big long nap before your second stint” 

You pulled your helmet off and sighed with relief. 

“A shower sounds nice, but there's no way I am going to be able to sleep” 

He chuckled. ‘Yeah, right’ he thought as he watched you practically sprint away. 

You were right. After your shower you went straight back to the garage, where Jenson was watching Fernando's onboard. 

He did a double take when he saw you. 

“Absolutely not, go and sleep. You have 6 hours until you need to be in the car” 

You looked at him guiltily.  

“I can't. I'm too excited to sleep” 

Jenson sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. 

“Come with me” 

You followed him out, and he lead you to his drivers room. 

It was quite cozy. He'd brought lots of pillows and blankets which were strewn all over the bed. 

You stepped inside nervously, not knowing what he was planning. 

“Lie down” 

You hesitated.  

“On the bed?” 

He gave you an unimpressed look. 

“No, on the floor. Of course on the bloody bed” 

You scoffed and did as you were told, watching Jenson warily as he unfolded a blanket and draped it over you. 

“You are not allowed out of this room until you've had a nap, understood? I don't care how you do it. Put some white noise on, count sheep, have a wank, whatever but I want you asleep within the hour” 

You couldn’t help the way your stomach fluttered at his words and his forceful tone.  

“You… want me to have a wank… on your bed?” 

“Whatever works for you” and with that he turned on his heel and stormed out the door. 

You were speechless, that was an insane interaction. 

You lay down, and stared at the ceiling, trying to slow your heart rate down. 

Jenson had to be joking. There's no way he actually thought you would do that, right? 

A shiver ran down your spine. You were contemplating it, after all you knew he was right about you needing to sleep. 

But you knew that wasn't going to happen. Not just because of the coffee and excitement, but because now your head was swimming with Jenson's words and dominant display. There isn't much you wouldn’t do to hear him order you around like that again. 

You decided to take his advice. 

It didn't work.  

Try as you might to get off, it only made you more antsy and you felt bad thinking about Jenson while you touched yourself. 

You thought about him, his hands, the way he was drenched after his first stint, the way he dragged you out of the garage. 

You felt hot all over, but your fingers weren't doing much to satisfy the need between your legs. 

You looked at the time.  

00:57 

You'd been tossing and turning for close to an hour now, and still you were no closer to getting off, or getting to sleep. 

You decided to send Jenson a text. 

“It's not working” 

Jenson groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes after reading that. 

He'd spent the better part of the hour trying to forget the fact that you may, or may not, be getting off in his bed. 

He had no way of knowing and it made his skin crawl. 

‘Shrodinger's orgasm?’ he thought unhelpfully while his fingers typed out a response. 

“You mean…?” 

“Yeah… I just cant do it, Jenson. I'm too wired up” 

“Ok…I have an idea” 

He glanced at the clock.  

01:03  

He had just under two hours until he needed to be in the car. 

He barged into the room unceremoniously, making you jump. 

“On your stomach, top off, I'm going to give you a massage. It's the only thing I can think of to relax you”  

Your eyes widened in surprise and he waved a hand dismissively. 

“Don't worry I won't… look. Just trust me, you need to sleep. If you don't you're putting yourself in danger, and the team.” 

You took your shirt off and did as you were told while he grabbed a bottle of oil from his bag. 

“And you just happened to have that with you?” 

He glared at you and made his way over to the bed. 

“Shut up and close your eyes.” 

‘Yes sir’ you thought. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Jenson was about to give you a massage.  

It felt like you were dreaming, the object of your affections was climbing on top of you to straddle your hips and put his hands on you. His wondeful, big, strong hands. He was going to touch you. Jenson Button was going to make you feel good.  

Your cheeks heated at the thought. 

You were so in your head that you didn't notice his hands on your skin until he spoke up. 

“Relax… you’re so tense. Close your eyes and take a breath. Concentrate on my voice” 

You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as you felt his fingers dig into your shoulders. 

He spread oil all over your back, pressing his thumbs in circles up and down the sides of your spine. 

It was a surprisingly quick process, you felt yourself relaxing into his touch the longer he pressed into your back. 

Then he pressed down on a knot. 

You'd been successful so far at hiding your noises, but the sudden mix of pain and pleasure was so intense you let a shaky moan slip out. 

Jenson's hands froze on your back. 

“Don't stop” you gasped “It feels good” 

You were desperate, the heat between your legs was only getting worse and you felt like you would die if Jenson stopped touching you. 

Jenson had to bite back a groan at your pathetic whimper. 

He was in over his head. This was a terrible idea, what had he been thinking? This was wildly inappropriate, you were his teammate for god's sake, not to mention how young you were and he was clearly taking advantage of you while you- 

“Jenson, please” 

“What do you need?” he rasped, resolve quickly slipping and he could feel his body reacting. 

“Touch me” you gasped “Please” 

Those words sent a fire throughout his body and satisfaction purred in his chest. His hands trailed over your sides teasingly, roaming over your bare skin and you arched your back at the touch. 

“That's not what I mean and you know it” you whined. 

He just chuckled and leaned over you to growl in your ear. 

“Then be a good girl and tell me what you want” 

“I want you to touch me” you whispered, feeling his weight shifting on top of you “I need you. Inside me, please”  

Jenson felt like he'd been punched in 5he gut. His lips travelled over the skin of your upper back and you could feel the smirk on them. 

“Need me, hmm? Need me to tire you out? Maybe a couple of orgasms'll do the trick…” 

You nodded desperately, lifting your hips so that he could reach under you and help you out of your pants. 

“Please, I need you so bad.” 

He gazed at your body in awe as you spread your legs and arched into him when you felt a finger dip into your wetness. 

“Is this where you need me, love?” he teased, pushing the finger in to the knuckle “So wet for me, all from a massage?” 

“Don't flatter yourself” you bit back “I spent an hour before this trying to get off” 

He hummed, slipping a second finger inside you. 

“Tell me, what were you thinking about that got you this wet, hmm?” he asked, and he pressed the pads of his fingers against your g-spot insistently while his thumb went to rub harsh circles on your sensitive clit. 

You let out a low moan and cursed as you felt the familiar tingling in your gut. 

“Fuck - I'm close, don't stop!” 

“I'm not letting you come unless you tell me what you were thinking about, darling” he smirked. 

The idea of being denied after being riled up for so long made you cry out in desperation 

“You! Fuck! You, Jenson” you cried out as you felt the first wave of your orgasm approach. 

“Really?” he couldn't deny the twitch of his cock in his shorts at the mental image of you picturing him to get off. “What about me, specifically?” 

“Your hands!” You panted, “Your hand are… fuck- they're so fucking…” 

Jenson grinned, speeding up his movements. 

“You mean the hands that are making you feel good right now? The hands that are about to make you come like a good girl?” 

You choked back a sob and your thighs twitched as you came in waves on his talented fingers. 

Once you went limp he helped you turn over and spread your legs, licking his lips at the mess between them. 

He didn't let you recover, and instead dived in, lapping up your juices like he'd wanted to do pretty much since he met you. 

He had to hold you down because you were squirming away from the onslaught of his mouth in overstimulation. 

He pressed his fingers back inside you and hooked them upwards. 

Your back arched at the overwhelming sensation. He was making you feel incredible, and you threaded your fingers through his hair, not sure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. 

“Oh fuck, Jenson” your head was thrown back in ecstasy while he worked his magic. 

Your thighs clamped around his head, and it wasn't long before you were babbling nonsense as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through you. 

The constant pressure of his fingers inside you was making your body vibrate with pleasure and a new kind of feeling crept up your spine. 

It was much more intense than before, a sharp sensation curling in your gut before it unravelled, and before you knew it you were soaking Jenson's hand as you gushed all over him.  

He couldn't believe it, but he eagerly lapped up all that he could while he coaxed you through your orgasm. 

You lay there trying to catch your breath while he pulled the duvet off the bed and fetched a new one, careful not to disturb you too much while you recovered. 

You felt utterly boneless, and you didn't even realise your eyes were closing of their own volition. before you passed out. 

Jenson chuckled, happy that the endorphins had overridden whatever amount of coffee you'd drank. He shuffled around the room, putting the bottle of oil back in his bag, and making sure you had an alarm set on your phone just in case. 

You were supposed to get back in the car at six o'clock, and it was currently just after two. 

That left you enough time to have a good long nap before your stint, and Jenson had time to go and freshen up (and take care of the throbbing problem in his pants) before he needed to replace Fernando. 

The swap went fine, not that you'd know, you were completely out for three whole hours, and Jenson could have some time to reflect on what had happened in his drivers room. 

He really didn't know what had come over him. If someone had told him something like this would happen he would have smacked them across the face. 

He'd promised himself he wouldn't try anything. There were two decades between you two, and the more he thought about it the guiltier he felt. 

To the point where his race engineer asked him if he was okay because he was uncharacteristically quiet. 

You woke up in a cold sweat.  

You had no idea how long you were out for, and the thought of somehow missing the race filled you with panic. 

But when you glanced at your phone, which was ringing incessantly with your alarm, you saw that it was half five in the morning. 

You sighed and got up, fishing around for your clothes. It was only when you went to grab a race suit from the cabinet that it hit you. 

Those suits were way too big for you, this was not your room, and… 

Oh yeah, Jenson had fingered you to sleep. 

There wasn't really any other way of putting it, really. 

Fucking hell. Jumping in the car after Jenson was going to be awkward as fuck, not to mention you were going to have to speak to him like a normal human being after all this. 

As if Jenson fucking Button hadn't just… Jesus. 

A knock at the door interrupted your train of thought. 

Fernando's head peeked in and he eyed the room suspiciously. 

“You okay in… here?” 

You nodded,  and assured him you'd be out in a minute. 

You rushed to your own driver’s room and put your suit on, feeling your limbs lagging behind. 

You needed coffee. Or a redbull or something, you couldn't drive in this state. 

You ran back to the garage and looked at the time. 

05:41 

You had time for a cup of coffee and for it to kick in before the swap. 

Fernando appeared next to you while you sat at the scrabble table, gazing at where a dozen engineers were sleeping on little camp beds and mats in a corner. 

“So… were you so tired after your stint that you accidentally fell into the wrong bed?” 

You blushed behind your cup. 

“Something like that” you muttered and he smirked. 

You watched the stream, getting up to date with the places. Your team were still ahead, and by quite a margin.  

You could tell Fernando was excited about the prospect of having a fully dominant race, but it was much too early to call. The race was only halfway done. 

You got ready to jump in the car, and by the time Jenson came into the pits, you felt re-energised and ready to go. 

During your time out on track, your mind wandered back to Jenson's room. 

You were going to have to talk to him about it at some point. You couldn't avoid him forever, and his friendship meant a lot to you. 

Jenson was exhausted. He hadn't slept at all yet, and he was doing another stint in 3 hours, so as soon as he got out he made a beeline to his room and completely passed out.  

Your stint went fine, and the following swap from you to Jenson went fine, despite how tired he was. Everything was going according to plan. 

Fernando had slept all through your stint, and most of Jenson's.  

His hair was sticking up in different directions and the seam of his pillow was imprinted onto his cheek, but he looked incredibly happy that Jenson was still firmly in the lead. 

When Jenson came into the pits for the final driver swap, you and Fernando were all but buzzing with excitement.  

This was it. If Fernando managed to stay in front, you would win the race. 

You were going to be a 24 of Le Mans winner. As a rookie, as a replacement driver, and more importantly as a woman, you were going to prove to everyone you were worthy. 

Jenson needed help getting his helmet off. 

He slumped against the wall and you had to help him to his drivers room. 

You lay him down, unzipping his suit just enough to cool him down a bit and got him a glass of fresh cold water. 

You were going to leave him to it, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to sit on the edge of the bed. 

You gave him a questioning look and he sighed. 

“We need to talk”  

Your gaze travelled around the room. 

"Yeah… Do we have to do it right now though?” 

“We've got three hours to kill, might as well…” 

It was your turn to sigh. 

“I suppose…” 

You scooted closer to him on the bed and he took your hands in his. 

“First of all, I shouldn’t have done what I did earlier. It was selfish of me to take advantage of you like that…” 

Your mouth hung open, utterly bewildered. 

“Take advantage? Jenson I asked you to… I wanted it just as much as you did.” 

He blinked at you. 

“But… still… it wasn't appropriate.” 

“Do you regret it?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious. 

He melted and stroked your thigh soothingly.  

“No! No of course not, but-” 

“Neither do I” you interrupted “So there's nothing for you to feel bad about. I want you, Jenson” 

You gently slid a hand in his fireproofs, feeling the firm muscle underneath, and the hot dampness from his sweat.  

“You're all sweaty” you remarked, hand travelling lower. 

His eyes were fixed on yours, pupils expanding quickly the lower your hand went. 

“Yeah… I need a shower” he rasped. 

“Well… we’re both going to get dirty anyway getting sprayed with champagne on the podium later” you murmured, leaning down so your face was hovering over his. “So we could wait until after, and then scrub each other clean…”  

Your lips barely brushed his but he groaned, partly at the image of your body soaking wet and naked. He didn't have a preference whether it was from champagne or soapy water. 

“Sounds good to me” he whispered, going cross eyed when he glanced down at your lips. 

“It's a date, then” you smiled. “In the meantime… why don't I thank you for helping me get to sleep ”  

You grinned into the kiss, hands roaming under his fireproofs.  

You both somehow managed to get all of your layers off without separating and once you were both naked, he carried you over to a wall and held you up against it. 

“This is gross, we're both disgusting.” He moaned as you pulled on his hair roughly. 

“I don't care. I need you to fuck me Jenson” 

He let out a shaky breath at that, and lined himself up with where you were dripping against his lower abdomen. 

“God are you just… always this wet?” he looked down in awe at his tip sliding into you. 

“Only when you're around” you smirked. 

Something about that sentence made something dark settle in his stomach, and without further ado he slid into you. 

His cock stretched you out perfectly and you scratched at the wall for purchase as he started fucking into you with fervour. 

He pressed his body against yours, mouthing at your neck while he snapped his hips. It was like he was in some kind of trance, all previous exhaustion forgotten as he buried himself inside you repeatedly. 

Soon enough your neck was covered in marks and you could feel your flesh bruising where his fingers dug into it to hold you up.  

He didn't tease you this time, he let you come and fucked you through it with determination. Not stopping until you were a shaking, begging mess in his arms. 

He dropped you back on the bed and instructed you to hold your legs open for him. 

He had a dark look in his eyes as he fisted his cock with intent, aiming for your leaking cunt and the backs off your thighs. 

He almost lost balance with how  hard he came at the sight of you all pliant under him.  

Satisfaction purred in his chest as he gazed at you, covered in his streaks of cum. It made him slightly feral if he was honest. 

The two of you cleaned up with a wet towel and curled up under the blankets for a while. There was still a couple of hours left. 

“So tell me” you started, fingers swirling through the thin patch of hair on his chest. “How many of your teammates have you slept with?” 

He chuckled, amused by your question. “Including you?” 

“Yeah” 

He quickly glanced towards his tablet, where Fernando's onboard was playing.  

“Three.” He said. 

___

“So the race is soon coming to a close, and the Hertz team are looking to have been completely dominant this time around. Yet Jenson and his dear rookie teammate aren't in the garage during this closing stage… I can only hope they’re sleeping.” 

“Together, perhaps?” 

“I wouldn't care to speculate… but…..”

___

“What do you mean three? How is that even possible..."

Your voice died in your throat as you glanced back towards the stream in disbelief. 

“No! You fucked Fernando?”  you couldn't help a small smirk of amazement creeping onto your face.

“Well actually he fucked me but y-” 

“WHAT?!” 

___ 

The champagne tasted like shit, as usual.  

But the pure joy of being soaked in it after an impressive win was truly something else. 

Fernando and Jenson had you on their shoulders while the engineers generously sprayed the three of you. 

You were excited for a shower that was for sure. You couldn't wait to get the sticky feeling off of your skin.  

And of course the fact that you were going to have not one, but two hot older men to help you get the tricky spots… was a definite bonus. 

Yes, two. Because after all, poor Fernando didn't have anyone to shower with, and you didn't want him to feel left out of the celebrations.