Hi Nina! So this may be a resend, but your lestappen bitching au wouldn't leave my mind for the last few days 😭 also my wifi may have actually died that other time I sent an ask 💀
My beloved @chromehearts13 ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 why did I not see this ask earlier??? Ahhhh oh my god, we are going ultra dark for this AU 🖤
→ Lestappen Accidental Bitching AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Max's love and desire for Charles devolving into ownership and unhinged obsession after he realizes he won't be able to pup up his gorgeous boy, that they'll never be able to have children together the way Max dreamed but does this alter or diminish Max's passion for his Charlie?
Charles is still his Omega, still his mate.
He is still the only one Max will ever consent to marrying because deep down, Max knows Charles wants to be his. That this Alpha business is just a facade he puts on to appease Ferrari. He is convinced—in fact, he knows—that Charles would be infinitely happier if he was allowed to embrace his inner Omega.
He just needed someone to liberate him from the confines of Alpha work. Of the constant races and obligations and business meetings. Charles doesn't need to provide for himself anymore—he has Max for that. His pretty boy doesn't need to worry about finances or car development or brand deals he needs to maintain.
All Charlie needs to do is dress in pretty silk dresses and wake up whenever he likes. All Charlie needs to do is love Max with all his heart and vow to never leave. His Charlie can sip strawberry wine and spend entire days just reading books or watching races (Max would never completely cut off Charles's connection to F1, he does love yapping about it with his love).
His Charlie can go shopping and redecorate the entire penthouse.
Or he can simply lounge in bed, his little pussy all wet from lube, stretched out by Charles's desperate fingers as he writhes and whimpers, aching for Alpha cock but knowing he has to be a good boy and wait for his Maxie.
In fact, when Charles first moved in with Max, it was a bit of a hassle. His pretty boy cried and cried and constantly tried to escape. Max was forced to chain him up to the bed for a few months before Charlie calmed down and realized Max wasn't going to hurt him.
It was a ridiculous notion—how could he ever harm what he loved? But that was when Max realized Omegas really did need a guiding hand. They needed someone to connect the dots for them. Charlie really was an Omega because he didn't realize how much Max loved him until Max laid him down on the bed, mouth pressed against the thin skin of his neck, and told Charles he would never leave him.
That Max would always be here.
That even if they couldn't have the sweet pups they both dreamed of, Max could still fuck his Omega until Charles is pumped so full of cum that his belly swells, all round and sweet and precious.
Charles didn't take that declaration well the first time.
He screamed at Max, called him crazy and deluded and tried to hit him.
Charles was strong, but that was just Ferrari's "Alphaization" kicking in. Max is the one who feeds Charles strawberry wine imbued with a special pill that turns his Omega pliant and willing.
But eventually, after a few sessions, Charles became as docile and sweet as Max knew he would be.
His lovely little Omega prancing around his penthouse in pale pink miniskirts and flowy front-tie tank tops that showed off the slim curve of his waist. (Charles didn't lift weights anymore—if he wanted to exercise, he could either do aerobics in the private dance studio Max built for Charles...or he could ride his Alpha until his worn and stretched out hole couldn't take another knot.)
Charles learned how to cook and bake and keep house. (Granted it was an ordeal—Max hired professional housekeepers for the actual cleaning but he wanted his Charlie to learn how to decorate and plan events and bake sweet little cakes the way all Omegas did.)
Charles greeted Max every evening dressed in the skimpiest outfits possible—after all, there was nothing else for him to wear.
Max bought all his clothes and shoes and accessories.
Max gave him a phone that would only allow Charles to contact him and blocked internet access to almost every social media platform. Of course, Charles could watch every movie and TV show using the extensive home entertainment system Max had, or he could watch YouTube videos if he was strictly monitored by one of the for-hire security guards that were always on site.
For a long while, his Omega had trouble adjusting to his new life—his true life, the life he was always meant to lead. But Charles has never disappointed Max—his Omega learned.
And soon, he embraced it all.
He's so eager for Max's touch, for his kisses and his attention. Always ready to listen or contribute to the conversation, always so needy for Max's time.
After all, who else was he going to talk to?
To the outside world, Charles Leclerc, former driver for Scuderia Ferrari, vanished from the face of the earth 14 months ago. His apartment was in pristine condition and the last anyone heard of him, he'd been sailing in open waters.
An accidental drowning is what officials confirmed.
Max Verstappen mourned so publicly that some thought he'd retire from the sport altogether.
But half a year later, the spark returned to his sapphire eyes and Max smiled more easily.
However, there was one new accessory Max began wearing that caught everyone's eye—an onyx ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. One strikingly similar to the one Charles used to wear.
Fans shook their heads and stated Max was still caught up in his grief.
Commentators looked upon the ring with pity.
But Max only smirks. He proposed to Charles the second his Omega had begged Max to help him with his heat, when he stopped referring to them as "ruts" and willingly laid down on the bed, legs spread, and calling out Alpha's name.
They eloped not long after, holding an unofficial ceremony on the private island Max gifted Charles as a wedding present.
Now, the Alpha lays in bed with his Omega curled by his side. Charles is loose, wet, and sloppy because he'd shyly asked Alpha to fill him to the brim...
And then let slowly drip out of him at night.
God, his precious wife could be adorably filthy when he wanted to be.
Kissing the top of his head, Max allows his eyes to close, peace washing over him as his mate—his perfect Omega—slumbers in his arms.
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