One Shots | Formula 1

MV✩

Late night swimming.

TW: nsfw, explicit content.

I stood by the window of our hotel room, gazing out at the shimmering pool below, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation coursing through me. The late hour had emptied the pool area, leaving it bathed in a serene silence that seemed to amplify the electric tension crackling between Max and me.

A soft click behind me signaled Max emerging from the bathroom, his presence immediately enveloping the room with his intoxicating aura. I turned to face him, my heart fluttering at the sight of him, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"What are you thinking about?" Max's voice was a low rumble, rich with curiosity as he stepped closer, his eyes tracing my form in the dim light of the room.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to confide in him and the vulnerability that came with exposing my innermost thoughts. But with Max, there was an innate sense of trust, a connection that ran deeper than words could express.

"It's nothing," I replied softly, a shy smile playing at the corners of my lips as I turned back towards the window, hoping to evade his probing gaze.

But Max wasn't one to be deterred so easily. With a gentle touch, he guided me back to face him, his hands warm against my skin as he searched my eyes for the truth.

"Come on, babe," he urged, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You can tell me anything."

I bit my lip, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks as I struggled to find the words. Sensing my hesitation, Max's expression softened, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek in a silent reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest as I made a decision. Changing the subject seemed like the safer option, a playful distraction to ease the tension that threatened to consume us both.

"Actually, there is something I wanted to show you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached for the tie of my robe, fingers trembling slightly with nervous anticipation.

As the fabric fell away, revealing the delicate lace of my new lingerie set, I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration at the hungry look that flashed in Max's eyes. His breath caught in his throat, his gaze roaming hungrily over every curve and contour of my body as if committing the sight to memory.

"You like?" I teased, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I stepped closer, the space between us evaporating with each heartbeat.

Max's response was immediate, his arms encircling me in a possessive embrace as he pulled me flush against his chest, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless and dizzy with desire. As Max's lips trailed a path of fire down the curve of my neck, I couldn't suppress the playful grin that tugged at my lips. With a gentle push, I managed to break free from his embrace, eliciting a low groan of protest from him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Max's voice was laced with mock indignation, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed the excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

I turned to face him, a mischievous glint dancing in my eyes as I arched an eyebrow suggestively. "I was thinking... since the pool is empty, how about some late night swimming? Sounds like the perfect way to unwind, don't you think?"

A smirk played at the corners of Max's lips as he regarded me with amusement, his gaze flickering with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. "Woman, you're gonna kill me..."