Now You're Mine (It Was All My Design)
āWell... whip it out, Verstappen. Letās go,ā Charles said, smirking at him.Ā
Max hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his stretchy shorts and pushed them to the floor, taking his boxers with them. He could feel Charlesā eyes burning into his skin like somebody was holding a lighter to his flesh and willed himself not to blush.
This was fine; everything was fine.Ā
He had his cock out on a Wednesday night in Singapore, but everything was fine.Ā
OR: After a hook-up gone wrong, Charles asks Max to critique his blow-job skills. Neither of them expected to fall in love on their knees, but reality can be... hard to swallow. (The friends with benefits to lovers fic that has haunted me for months.)
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | Work In Progress | Read on AO3















