Formula One Shots

Max Verstappen [82]

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For molleexx

82. "Bring your pretty little butt over here."

WARNING: slight 18+ content and language

Word count: 690

Work, work, work. All you had to do at the moment was work. You even had to do stuff at home for work, otherwise you would never be able to finish it on time. To say that you were stressed would be an understatement. You barely even had time to take a nice long shower and you almost forgot to eat something for dinner.

Max noticed that you were very stressed and needed time to relax. He tried to get you away from work, but you told him that you really had to finish all the reports. Max's eyes widened, scanning the pile of paperwork that you hadn't gone through yet. Max started to get really annoyed by your boss. He couldn't long of you to finish all of this at home. You still had a life on your own as well. He had told you many times to just stop working and travel along with him to the races, but you loved being independent. You didn't want to rely on Max for money, even if he said he really didn't care. You wanted to be able to take care of yourself. But at what cost? This wasn't healthy anymore and you knew it.

"Baby girl, you have a whole day off tomorrow. I'm sure you can finish the papers then. It's already 1 a.m., you should really get some rest," Max said as he tried to get you away from work, but you merely shook your head. You knew you wouldn't be able to get it all done tomorrow, so you wanted to keep going on at least a little longer.

"Babe, just come to bed already, you know I can't sleep without you," Max whined, making you sigh and give him a look that said 'just try'.

Max heaved a deep sigh and sat down on the couch, looking directly at you. You raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to not distract you. Max seemed to have other plans as he made himself very comfortable on the couch and moaned at the feeling of the soft couch underneath him. He never knew his own couch would be this comfortable.

Meanwhile, you had a hard time focusing on your work and you knew that Max knew what he was doing as he sent a smirk your way and even dared to send you a wink. You glared at him and tried to focus once again. Who can even focus when Max Verstappen is laying in front of them, only wearing some low sweat pants?

"Stop distracting me!" you exclaimed as he kept looking at you with that shit eating grin.

"I'm not distracting you, babe. You're distracting yourself."

"Oh, right. Because you are totally not laying on that couch - may I add, shirtless - to distract me. Psh, no. Of course you're not," you said sarcastically, making Max chuckle.

"Well, I seem to have gotten your attention finally, am I right or am I right?"

"I hate you," you mumbled under your breath, trying your hardest to keep your mouth a straight line.

"Is work really more important than your godlike boyfriend?" Max asked dramatically, chuckling when he saw the face you pulled.

"Fuck work, (y/n), enough is enough. Bring your pretty little butt over here," he said as he sat up on the couch, giving you a stern look.

You sighed, contemplating what to do. His offer was very tempting, but you would hate it if your boss got mad at you. You eventually stood up and made your way over to Max, offering him your hand. He took it and got up from the couch, following you towards your bedroom. The two of you crawled in bed, cuddling up with each other.

"You're right, fuck work."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather fuck me, baby girl?"

You rolled your eyes at him and snuggled deeper into his chest, "maybe tomorrow morning," you said sleepily, falling asleep soon after.

Max smirked to himself and pressed a kiss to your temple, proud of himself for distracting you... and he was already looking forward to tomorrow morning.