F1 One-Shots | You x F1 Boyfriend

Watch you sleep | MV1

Summary: Max finds you fast asleep on his couch after his sim race

Warnings: Pure fluff again, soft Maxie, ridiculously cozy vibes, and a lot of affectionate teasing

Song: watch you sleep - girl in red

The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow from the living room lamp mixing with the early winter darkness that creeps in too quickly. Outside, the streets of Monaco are quiet, the chill of the season keeping most people indoors. You had every intention of hitting the gym while Max was doing his sim race, but the warm couch and cozy atmosphere won out. It wasn't even that late—just one of those winter afternoons that feels like night.

Now, wrapped in one of Max's oversized hoodies, you find yourself curled up on the couch, lulled by the faint hum of his sim rig coming from the other room. Your plan to just sit down for a moment to finish your tea has failed, big time. You're asleep before you can say lights out.

An hour or so later, Max steps out of his office, pulling off his headset and stretching his arms over his head. It's quiet, apart from the muffled sound of traffic outside, and he glances toward the living room, expecting to find it empty. 

Instead, he sees you curled up on the couch, your legs tucked under you, the hoodie practically swallowing you whole. Your head is tilted to the side, your cheek smushed against the cushion, and your soft, steady breaths fill the room. His first reaction is a small smirk—of course, you'd fall asleep. But as he steps closer, the smirk fades into something softer.

You look peaceful, completely at ease, and it tugs at something in him he doesn't usually let surface. The cocky side of Max takes a backseat as a wave of tenderness washes over him. He's always teasing you, pushing your buttons for a laugh, but seeing you like this makes him want to take care of you.

Quietly, he crosses the room, careful not to wake you. He grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch—the one you always steal when you're cold—and unfolds it, shaking it out gently. He leans over and drapes it over you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising delicacy for someone usually so direct and impatient.

You stir slightly, mumbling something incoherent, and Max freezes, his hand hovering midair. But you settle back into sleep, your face nuzzling deeper into the cushion, and he exhales softly.

"Maxie," you mumble in your sleep, the nickname you always use for him slipping out unconsciously. It's ridiculous, and he always pretends to hate it, but right now, it makes his chest tighten in the best way.

He crouches down next to the couch, resting his forearms on his knees as he watches you. 

For once, he's not in a rush, not thinking about the next race or the next thing on his to-do list. He just sits there, taking in the quiet moment, the way your features soften in sleep, the way you've made his apartment—his life—feel a little more like home.

Ever so carefully he traces the shape of your eyebrow, making you give out a small content sigh in your sleep. 

He stands, brushing a hand through his messy hair. He glances toward the kitchen, debating for a moment before deciding that when you wake up, you'll probably want something warm. He moves to the stove, putting the kettle on for another tea with your mug having gone cold.

When you wake up, there's a blanket around you keeping you warm and snug. You blink groggily, the light from the lamp casting a soft glow on the otherwise dark room. Sitting on the armrest of the couch is Max, holding two steaming mugs and looking entirely too smug.

"Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," he teases, with that adorable dutch accent lacing his every word, handing you a mug.

You sit up, the blanket sliding off your shoulders as you take the mug, your fingers curling around the warmth. "What time is it?"

"Gym time," he says with a grin, but there's no real urgency in his tone. "But don't worry, I won't make you go now. You clearly needed the nap."

You narrow your eyes at him over the rim of your mug. "You didn't wake me?"

He shrugs, sliding onto the couch so you can lean into his side "Thought you deserved the rest."

For a moment, you just look at him, your chest tightening in a way you're not prepared for. He's cocky, competitive, always looking for the next win, but moments like this remind you there's so much more to him. "Thanks, Maxie," you say softly, the nickname slipping out intentionally this time.

He groans, rolling his eyes. "I really let you get away with too much."

But the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth says otherwise.

You place the mug on the table in front of you and nestle your head into his lap. Knowing exactly what you're asking for, Max slides his free hand around you and starts brushing his fingers over your lower back. 

Max chuckles softly, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles against your skin. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" he says, his voice a mix of teasing and fondness.

You tilt your head up slightly, your cheek still resting on his lap. "Why? Because I know how to get what I want?"

His fingers pause for a moment, his other hand reaching down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Because you turn me into someone I barely recognize," he admits, his voice quieter

You smile against the fabric of his sweatpants, "I like this version of you," you whisper. 

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to keep."

You laugh softly, your body relaxing even further under his touch. The weight of the day, of the cold winter air outside, all fades away in his warmth. "I don't want to go to the gym," you mumble sleepily, your voice muffled.

"Obviously," Max replies, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. "We're not going anywhere tonight."

You shift slightly, your arms curling around his middle, effectively pinning him to the couch. "Good," you murmur. 

He glances down at you, his hand now resting lightly on your side, his thumb tracing idle patterns. "I'll order some food," he offers

You shake your head against his lap, your grip on him tightening. "No food. Just stay like this."

"Y/N..." He sighs, but there's no annoyance in it. Just that gentle affection he reserves only for you. "You can't keep holding me hostage."

You peek up at him, your gaze sleepy but mischievous. "Watch me."

Max rolls his eyes, but his grin gives him away. "You're impossible."

"You love it," you say, your eyes fluttering shut.

He pauses, his hand stilling against your back for a brief moment. Then he leans down, his lips brushing lightly against the top of your head. "Yeah," he murmurs, so softly you almost don't hear it. "I really do."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you nestle closer, your voice so quiet it's nearly lost in the stillness of the room. "I love you too, Maxie."

I don't ever wanna leave
I'll watch you sleep
And listen to you breathe
I don't ever wanna leave
I'll watch you sleep
I'll watch you sleep

I never get

Bored of lookin' at you

Cause every time

I see somethin' new