Formula 1 | One Shots

Slow Burn 🔥 | Max Verstappen

This story was requested by reader: livi_norris4 

⚠️ 18+ spicy scene, warning will be given where it starts/ends
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Max stretched out on the couch, enjoying the rare luxury of a winter break Sunday with nothing on his agenda...well nothing that he wanted to do. The apartment was cozy and all he wanted was to spend the entire day here, forgetting about racing, the simulator, or even the word "training." In his mind, that could all wait.

As he looked over, he saw her sitting on the opposite couch, scrolling on her phone. The sight of her, relaxed and wearing his oversized hoodie, made him smile. He got up and crossed the room, sneaking up next to her, before scooping her up bridal style, laughing at her surprised gasp.

"Max! What are you doing?" she asked, while giggling. With a mischievous smirk, he carried her back into the kitchen and set her down on the countertop.

"Oh, just keeping you close," he said, grinning as he leaned in to pepper her cheeks with a bunch of kisses. Each kiss made her giggle and he loved the way her eyes glowed when she looked at him. It was the same look that made him feel at home, no matter where they were in the world.

"Maxie...I know what you're doing. You little procrastinator!! You're avoiding the simulator," she teased, playfully nudging, though she didn't exactly seem eager to break away from his arms either. "If you keep this up, Christian's gonna keep texting you asking about your lap times!"

"But it's not fair!!! I'm on break," he protested, leaning against the counter beside her, throwing his hands in the air, pretending to be frustrated. "Sim can wait. Right now, I'm busy with other things."

Sage raised an eyebrow, teasing him further. "Oh really? More important than racing? This coming from the man who lives, breathes and even sleeps in Red Bull...."

"Much more important," he replied, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it. He reached around her to grab the coffee pods and started making them both a cup, stealing another kiss on her lips as he did. But even as he tried to distract her with coffee that she loved, he could see Sage roll her eyes. She wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily.

"Fine, fine, I'll get to the simulator. Eventually," he confessed with a dramatic sigh, knowing full well she could see right through him.

She tilted her head, smiling mischievously. "You're only going to do it if you have a little...motivation, aren't you?"

Max raised his eyebrows. "Who, me?"

She leaned closer, her eyes teasing with amusement as she traced her finger along the edge of his hand. "Alright, Verstappen, let's make a deal," she said with a wink. "You put in some good laps on the simulator today and I'll give you some motivation to keep going."

Max's eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks as he unconsciously bit his bottom lip. "Motivation, huh?"

She gave him a devious smirk, hopping off the counter and heading toward his office with confidence. "Let's just say I have some ideas."

Watching her disappear into the room, Max took a deep breath. Suddenly, simulator training didn't seem so bad. He left behind the cup of coffee, running after her like a puppy dog.

In his office, Sage was already sitting at the simulator, spinning around in the chair with a look that dared him to catch up. "Hop in, champ," she teased, patting the seat beside her.

With a grin, Max sat down, settling into the seat and adjusting his posture. "You know, I don't think I've ever looked forward to a sim session this much," he said, giving her a wink.