This: “Please, breed me. I want to carry your child.” with Alpha!Max and Omega!Charles please 🫣
Heyaaa, I hope you’ll like it! 😬
Charles was laying in his nest, a bit disheveled, but nothing he couldn’t find the next day. His head was resting on a broad chest, warm and filling his ear with a steady heartbeat. He was listening to it for a while now, paying attention to the way it slowed down first before catching a healthy rhythm, finally syncing with his own. All he could hear from it was peace, love, protection. He wasn’t sure why his pack couldn’t see it like that.
Slowly he lifted his head, now the blonde alpha turning to look at him as well, his protective hand moving from Charles’ naked back to brush a few strands of hair out of his forehead. He leant down capturing the chapped lips in a slow kiss, savouring the moment. Max held his cheeks, pulling him closer and Charles pushed himself up, the slowly completely soft cock slipping out of him at that. “You don’t want to leave yet, do you?” He asked carefully between the small kisses and pecks shared.
“No, schatje, I won’t leave you.” Max laughed softly, opening his mouth, inviting Charles to a searing kiss, kissing him deeply, his tongue slipping into the hot mouth making Charles moan in the process.
“Alpha.” It was a small world charged with so many big emotions.
Max’s hands slowly pulled back from the brown hair, wrapping securely around the lean bod of the omega, turning themselves around, laying Charles on his back carefully. “My omega.” He nuzzled into the freshly scarred skin on Charles neck, inhaling his sweet macadamia scent. Surely he had to fall in love with the adopted son of his rival pack, and Charles ad to reciprocate it, causing trouble to him, the soon the be pack alpha. It was complicated yet it was, so simple. He loved Charles and Charles loved him.
Charles whined and purred at the same time to the sudden, overwhelming sensation. His mate kissing their mark. He stretched his body under the weight of Max, relaxing into the many pillows of his nest, his body coming alive again, his slick never stopped leaking, and now it was fresh and dribbling down on his bottom. He was more than ready to go again. After a short sniff, Max looked up at him, the blue eyes burning with desire, grinding down swiftly, testing the waters. Charles whines, closing his eyes, breaking the sweet eye contact but he could resist. His body only obeyed to his alpha and their desires. Some would have said it was scandalous, the way his legs were wide open, accommodating the much bigger body of the alpha, thighs falling to the sides, slick and cum drying and glistening on his skin. Arching his back he exposed his neck more, pressing his wet heat to Max. He was ready for the taking again.
Max growled to the subtle display of submission and seduction. He couldn’t have resisted not even if Charles wasn’t so beautiful and intoxicating, like he knew exactly what will make Max go feral. The plump lips found the yearning cupid bow ones, capturing them as he rubbed his tip to the slick entrance. “So fucking ready and wet for me, baby.” His teeth caught the swollen lips as he spoke before kissing Charles again, forcing his heart upward a little, exposing the marked neck even more when he slid into the soft slick omega. “I’m so lucky to have you.” His murmur was mixing with a low whine when he started moving and Charles opened his thighs even more, making more room for him.
It heated up quickly, usually these were stolen moments and they were precious. Charles grabbed Max’s butt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks to feel him even deeper, bottoming out, being filled as much as he could be. Legs pulled up, Max could gain a few millimetres which somehow felt crucial right now, his cock buried in Charles as deep as it could be. What they were doing couldn’t have been called kissing, they bit and licked and moaned into each other’s mouth, breathing in the same air, but not pulling away for even a second. “Breed me!” Charles moaned, catching both of the off guard. “Please I want to carry your child.” His word were mixed with small whines, resonating perfectly with Max’s thrusts, slowly driving the alpha crazy. It was on a whim he knew it but in that moment he was so sure of it.
Max was groaning into his neck now, nibbling on their mating mark. He was gonna be a pack alpha in any time now, he could bring Charles into their pack, Charles and a pup, his pup, theirs. He saw white. Trying to say anything would have been pointless, nothing coherent would have came out. Instead he grabbed Charles’ hip with one hand pinning him down and fucking into him fast and hard, soon filling him with his cum, coating his pulsing walls, crying his name out, feeling as Charles’ teeth sunk into his neck, enforcing their bonding mark. “Anything you want, omega, anything you want.”
Alpha!Charles, high on the drug that is Omega Maxy: “I’ll do anything to breed you” (🥺🥺pretty please with a cherry on top)
Hiii, so this might be a bit angsty depending on when do I finish it, but I hope you’ll like it either way. 🫠 also this might be the last of this batch I take, I’m planning to write the ones I already got, but I feel I’m getting repetitive, so might not take on any new ones. I’ll see.
“It’s, not working, it really isn’t, Charles.” Max shook his head, standing in the paddock not even an arms length from Charles. “I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath looking at the shocked, panicking alpha. “Maybe-, maybe you should just go back and fuck all those other omegas,” he swallowed hard, hoping he could finish before breaking down. “But you know, you always say you want many pups, well guess what none of them look like they’d give you any, they’d leave you before it could get serious enough. They are not here to make you happy on the long run.” With a short pause, his right hand slid onto his left forearm, half-hugging himself. “But it looks like I can’t either.” Sniffing, he rubbed his arm, the movement alone breaking Charles’ heart. What had he done. “Good bye, Charles, I think we are just working alongside each other from now on.” Looking up he caught the gaze of the alpha, and he didn’t need to look for long to know how he felt, his scent bitter and sour has already told the story.
Before Charles could have protested Max turned around and hurried into the Red Bull hospitality, the doors closing behind him both in reality and metaphorically. This was only the second race of the season, but he couldn’t hold up with everything the messy alpha brought into his life. He tried, they both tried but as unexpected Charles stormed into his life, he left an equally big mess and after one point it didn’t matter how Max felt, he couldn’t ignore the things his brain told him anymore.
He was gonna miss it and it will be extremely difficult given, that he will see Charles most of his year still, even if he told Christian to keep the alpha away from him, forget everything he asked before about looking past when Charles sneaked into his drivers room or trailer. He used ridiculous amount of scent blockers for months to try and somewhat hide his heartbreak and his occasional arousal when Charles decided to seduce half the paddock by running around half naked. He held up good, better than he thought actually. It seemed like his broken heart was a pretty good cure for his previously insatiable hunger for the brunette. Not once he asked for Charles in his first heat alone neither in his less sober moments, not during the whole spring.
He was fine until the summer start, until he started to talk to the alpha again apart from the clear necessities. When Christian asked him, he could lie and say he didn’t miss Charles, he’s didn’t feel anything when the alpha approached him and congratulated him or when he put his arms around Max at the pictures at quali or on the podium. For Christian he might be able to lie, his success was questionable tho, but to himself it was a lost cause. The feeling of excitement whenever Charles was around him was undeniable, so were the butterflies in his stomach when the alpha was laughing, his beautiful smile and cute dimples on full display. Max could scold himself as much as he wanted but he couldn’t deny the feeling he still, against his better judgment, harboured for the brunette. He missed his embrace, cuddling after a race, collecting his shirts for his nest, the sweet lips on his skin, that stupid accent which got thicker on occasion.
Shaking his head he walked into the club, it was stuffy and hot, something he could expect in the hot weather Monaco had in the summer. The last week of their summer break was ending and he was unsure if he missed seeing Charles walking around the paddock, sending him a small smile and a wink sometimes or if he preferred not meeting him at all.
Not even his first drink was finished when he saw the younger one stumble into the club, in a white shirt and loose jeans, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to still call it decent by a thread. Somehow that one moment, laying his eyes on him, the green ones flashing to him in an instant felt fatal. He felt Charles’ gaze on himself all night and when he dared to look he caught the alpha looking away too quickly or sometimes holding his gaze as he lifted his glass to his red lips. Max had to purse his lips and look down to his own drink, trying not to press his thighs together. Like his bones knew what was to come, like his body picked up that one scent from the heap of bodies, from a million, clearly pinpointing Charles. His scent was strong, a hint of arousal, lust and stress mixing with the usual notes. Something that only alarmed him now felt like something was postponed and pushed trough the whole summer and it seemed inevitable, he felt it, he could smell it.
It didn’t come as a surprise when he felt two, strong, familiar hands on his body, swaying his hips to the rhythm of the music. He didn’t turn around, not yet, instead he had all the intentions to savour this moment, his back pressed against Charles’ chest, the oh so missed lips travelling on his neck, mapping out the familiar edges and curves, and those long fingers running on his body leaving the alphas scent all over him. Listening to his brain wasn’t an option, not when Charles was right there, when his heart was soaring, when his body was screaming; more. Max let himself guided, let himself to be scented, to be seduced and he got drunk happily on the intoxicating scent of the only alpha he wanted for too long now.
Their journey to Charles apartment was short, and as soon as the door was closed behind him he pulled the brunette close, crashing their lips together. “ I thought you’d never want this again.”
“I never stopped wanting you.” The haphazard words were breathed onto his neck when Charles picked him up to carry him to the bedroom, the one Max remembered vividly still. He has been here for more nights and days than he could count.
By the time Max’s back hit the silky bedsheets they both were naked. Charles drove him crazy, and in return he made the alpha feral, and desperate for him. Sharp teeth scratched his skin on multiple places, leaving small, quickly fading marks. “You hurt me.” Max blurted out, his fingers slipping into the soft hair pushing Charles down on his stomach.
“I was so fucking stupid. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was stupid.” The words of apology poured onto his inner thighs, followed by many new marks, some faded but most remained and Max shivered to the thought of it. Being marked and scented by Charles again. “You were right and I’m so fucking sorry.” He peppered kisses on Max’s skin, coating his lips in fresh slick, groaning in need when he lick them clean, leaning in for a fresh taste.
Max cried out, pulling his knees up, arching his back, brining his arm above his eyes, moaning to the wet tongue lapping at him. God he missed it. He missed Charles, his scent on his own skin, everything, and he would have felt vulnerable, lost if he didn’t see the same hunger, the same heat the same desperation in those hazy green eyes. When Charles lined up against him it felt like an eternity until he pushed in, his fat cock spreading Max’s tight hole to the limit. “God, I missed this, I missed you, I love you.” Charles was babbling, drunk and intoxicated on the sensations, on the pleasure, on Max. He was stupid and he only knew it too late but he always prided himself on learning from his own mistakes, well this was a perfect opportunity.
Neither of them had it in them to put any space between their bodies, no matter how much easier or better Charles could have thrusted into Max. He laid on top of the omega, pushing him deeper into the mattress holding onto him tight, their lips catching each other sometimes, kissing like horny teenagers who just got the hang of it. Sharp nails and ten fingers were digging into the taut muscles on Charles’ back as he moved in a rhythm, deep and primal. He never wanted to lose Max again. Maybe this wasn’t the best time, but it hit him like a freight train and he couldn’t shake Max’s words from that second race ever since.
“Omega-,” their moans and heavy breathing filled his room, “Maxy, pretty omega.” He was positively high on the body and scent of the other one. “Maybe I am stupid, and maybe I just missed you too much to think, but I want you now and I have always wanted you, and just know this, I’ll wait, I’ll apologise, I’ll do anything to be with you, I’ll do anything to breed you.”
Max whined, his lips opening to a silent scream, his fingers dragging down on the broad back, leaving red marks in their wake. He was too gone in his head to think, his impending orgasm not helping his case either. “Bite me, alpha.” Exposing his neck, his eyes opened wide and rolled back when Charles pressed his lips against that spot and Max came fast and hard, pushing Charles over the edge too, milking his cock, crying as the thick knot filled him up even more, connecting their bodies tightly.
Breathing heavily, Max opened his eyes, not seeing more than a mop of brown hair and it took him a while to come to his senses. Charles’ lips were attached to his neck, his knot deep inside of him, oh dear god what had they done.
“Charles?” He asked, voice shaking.
“Please don’t ask me to bite you again like this, because I’m not sure I’ll have the strength to hold back ever again.”
"no, i don't want to use a condom, i want to feel you."
can't wait to see what you'll come up with 🏃♀️
Ayy, thanksss, I hope you’ll like this.
Shout out to my other baby, @cupidskissx for giving me this idea. 😘
It wasn’t planned and it definitely wasn’t something any of their teams would have approved. It was something they explicitly were told not to do and something they both failed to stop nonetheless.
It was like a toxic habit, an addiction, but there was no helping it. Most times they were drawn to each other like moth to a flame. Unexpected, unplanned, but inevitable. They were still waiting for the pain, the flames to come, but in the meantime there was no resisting.
Max pulled Charles into his hotel room hurriedly, wanting to feel those plush lips on his already. He just won the championship and he was above the clouds, and no celebration felt like falling into bed with Charles.
The scent of the alpha filled his nose and soon the whole room, it was heavy and musky and spurred on Max even more.
They weren’t mates or courting, yet Charles was the only alpha he slept within the last years. It only felt right. It felt safe. It felt like love. It was familiar and neither of them could keep away from the other for too long. Charles was caught scenting Max in the paddock more than once, his fingers just brushing against the blue overall after quali or passing by, his scent catching on the omega, marking Max as his. And Max was guilty of crying for the alpha in the worst days of his heat, begging for only an hour with him, pleading to Christian to let Charles come to him.
It was all in the small things, the small gestures, the ones they never thought about consciously. Like now, Charles gently laying him on the huge bed, kissing him oh, so sweetly, nuzzling into his neck before planting a soft kiss under his ear. Max shivered to it. He knew his skin was already covered in Charles’ scent, he knew he alpha run his hands purposefully on every little bit he could reach to do so, to wordlessly claim him and Max couldn’t really explain the things it made him feel. It was a big feeling, heavy in his chest, fluttery in his stomach.
He run crazy with desire, high on pleasure and dizzy with want. “Charles, alpha.” His lips were dry, but not for long. Charles kissed him again, deep and a bit sloppy, his tongue parting the plump lips, licking into his mouth, possessively, tenderly. Charles always give more than what he took and Max just couldn’t get enough.
They were naked already, and there was a small whimper when Charles disappeared from above Max, lifting his head looking for a suitcase. It was obvious what he was looking for and he wanted to quickly roll over when he found it, but two hands stopped him. They slid onto his sides, keeping him in place along with the strong legs weighting down his. “No, I don’t want to use a condom.” Max shook his head, earning a curious look, but Charles lowered himself to his forearms nonetheless. “I want to feel you.”
It was risky but he couldn’t resist. He was happy and on the top of the world and he have never, never felt Charles bare, without a condom, never felt him come inside him, it leaking out of him later, and he wanted to. All of it. “I just want you, alpha, wanna feel you.” He murmured, hands sliding into the soft hair, eyes closing as he pulled the brunette down for a searing kiss.
“God, Max, omega, my pretty, pretty omega.” Charles babbled, peppering kisses to the soft cheeks, growling to the thought of it. “I never thought you’d let me.” He was overwhelmed and Max could sense it, his scent changed for a brief moment. Did it really mean so much to him too? There was a deep growl, long fingers spreading on the soaked thighs, it looked like Charles was a second from losing all his control. He wanted this, god knows he did but never dared to ask for it and now Max was asking him and he might just fuck him raw all night long and every night after this. “God, nice and so fucking slick, my perfect omega.” He rarely called Max his, but when he did it was to both of their satisfaction. “Now open your thighs for me, let me take you like I’ve always wanted.”
I'm not that 2018 Charlie x 2022 Max abo anon but still I want to here more about it 🥺 and if my opinion matters, the last post about this abo made me smile so hard like imagine 2018 charles in your setting? I might not be the alpha charles was waiting for but max can you fight? I want him also! Give me a chance even though I know I would lose at the end!
Heeey, ahh, no worries, I’m happy to share either way. Also I’m so happy you liked the previous idea! 💕 you’d totally need to fight Max for Charles tho hahah
This one is a bit more “normal” as in Max is in Redbull and Charles is in its drivers academy, he gets promoted into alphatauri and drives there, and he looks up to Max but also has a big crush on him, this might be less abo like too, but Charles is a small skinny omega, driving fiercely and ofc Max always knew about him but he starts to be interested in another way in him, to mentor Charles as well. Then one time there is a big redbull win and there are celebrations for the whole team and Charles is also invited ofc, as a very promising rookie and he and Max starts talking and drinking, not a lot but enough to let some things go and get tipsy and they end up in Max’s room, making out. And the smaller omega just feels so right in Max’s arms it’s hard to ignore how young he is and Max hesitates a little. Charles is already covered in his scent and already slick he can smell it, but he needs a little push and Charles climbs into his lap and he smells so fucking good. He lasts some experience sure but he is so eager and enthusiastic and Max can resist for only so long, not like he didn’t have a crush on the omega before as well. They sleep with each often, obviously and they agree to keep it low-key and totally not a thing, but oh, Charles ends up in Max’s bed more often than not.
What vague-vague idea? I’m Just curious but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable 🥲
Hah no worries, it’s with magic and packs and forest living hahah Like Max drinks from a magic fountain he doesn’t know is magic wishing he could find a future mate for himself, because he can’t find any in his pack, and he gets knocked out a little and when he wakes up he is in front of a tree, picking up on only one scent, and he follows it, and it’s a small cave under the tree with a small, skinny, young omega who is asleep until he senses Max. He is not afraid and Max is still a bit dizzy and not really knowing what is going on other than the little omega smelling something special and he has an overwhelming urge to touch him.
Charles pull Max into his little nest to cuddle and purr at him until Max is finally feeling better, and they are so close and the omega is not pulling away, he is not really afraid. He doesn’t belong to a pack either, he seems to be alone and it’s all very confusing, until Max can’t resist to kiss him. Charles kisses back and he doesn’t seem to have done it a lot but he is eager and willing.
They end up sleeping together of course, Charles finding his voice in the process, calling Max his alpha, like he always knew Max would come for him, that this would happen. And suddenly it all feels all more natural and okay to Max, after all he was asking for a mate and it seems like the forest spirits gifted him this young omega. He is lanky and clumsy but he has the spirit, and all Max wants it to love and protect him from then on.
The sex is pretty much a lot of exploring and soft and Charles is very enthusiastic and eager and willing and everything Max does to him feels incredible, he knows that is his alpha, he was waiting for him so there is not a single doubt in him when he sleeps with Max. He knows his alpha will take good care of him.
He is the son of a forest spirit, who were not supposed to have pups, but his mom did that is why he was all alone and getting by because the spirits protected him until his alpha came for him. A little bit Anakin Skywalkerish if you will hahah and a bit of a jungles book as well and forest magic, but it think it would be lovely and their differences because of deaging Charles could be very obvious yet he is still an adult, just fairly young.
I love the prompts 43) “Why is everything so cold?” And 49) “Sorry, I’m… I’m really dizzy.” Maybe with Alpha Charles and omega max after a race
Some omega Maxy for you anon 🥰
Finishing a race was taxing, finishing a race right before heat hit Max was even more difficult. He was breathing heavily, hands shaking as he opened the door to the motor home for their pack.
Shower, he needed a shower. With wobbly legs he got there, opening the water, the steam quickly filling the small room. He could hear some of the others closing and opening doors in the trailer, some muffled conversation by the water but he wasn’t bothered. His joints and muscles welcomed the hot water which slowly made his skin pink, the temperature being higher as usual.
When he got out he was shivering, he tried to dry himself with quick moves, rubbing his sensitive skin with the soft towel. After when he was dressed in some sweatpants and a hoodie, he peaked out from his room, finding the common living room empty. He sighed, he was hoping to find Lando or some of the other omegas there, he needed nothing more than to curl up on the couch with them and having some good fun.
Hoping they would appear at some point he curled up on the couch, pulling his legs up, placing a pillow in his lap, scrolling on his phone quietly. He was now almost shaking as his body shivered, he inhaled deeply and put his phone down. He was feeling dizzy as well, his mouth dry, lips chapped, no matter how many times he tried to wet them.
Just before he could have decided to retreat back to his own room, he heard the door open, a familiar figure walking in in his casual clothes. Charles.
“Hey, Max. You are back early.” The Monegasque chipped cheerfully, shutting the door behind himself. “I thought the whole team was out celebrating.” He added, while walking to the couch, flopping down on the cushions ungraciously.
“I wasn’t feeling it.” Max admitted, licking his lips again, looking to the brunette, something deep in the pit of his stomach moving. “I got really tired.” He laughed a little, running his hands through his hair. He wasn’t looking, if he had he could have seen Charles biting his lips, taking a dragged out inhale as his scent become stronger, the green eyes not leaving him for a second.
Max sat up, rubbing his hoodie with his arms, his body shaking a little. “Why is everything so cold?” He looked around, like he could find a turned on AC somewhere, before his gaze fell on Charles who was in a shirt and a short, seemingly not feeling cold at all. “Aren’t you cold?”
The pretty brows knitted together, the look in the green eyes changing to being a bit concerned. “It’s not cold, Max.” He said shortly, pursing his lips his fingers twitching trying not to reach out.
Now it was Max’s turn to raise his brows in confusion. He was quiet for a second before touching his forehead and one hand going, sliding onto the stubbled cheeks. “You are cold too.” He stated, giving a questioning look to Charles who just shook his head.
“I’m ok, you are burning up.” The blonde flinched as the supposedly cold fingers touched his wrist, long fingers wrapping around it, a low hum leaving the red lips. Charles reached out pressing his own palm to Max’s forehead. “I think you have a fever, you feel really hot.”
Max wanted to make a joke of being hot, which could have been half flirting half joking, but his tongue felt numb as the word suddenly turned upside down, his dizziness becoming even worse. The alpha must have noticed because, he reached out with both hands now, ducking his head to find the clear blue eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” He felt even trough the many layers how hot Max’s body was. “Aren’t you supposed to get your heat soon? Or did you get sick?” He tried his best options.
“Heat.” Max answered quietly. “But this time it feels different, I think I’m too exhausted.” As he spoke he scooted closer the the alpha’s warmth, pressing their shoulders and thighs together, resting his head on Charles’ shoulder. He exhaled, shoulders slumping. “You smell good.” He mumbled making Charles freeze. “So good.” By the time he had time to react the sensitive nose was nuzzling against his neck and into his freshly washed hair.
“We should take you to your nest, I should call Lando, Seb and George, they can take care of you.” He tried to deflect the sudden attention on himself, while one hand firmly held the strong body against his, the other run trough the damp blonde hair, trying to pull Max away from his neck.
He could smell it since he stepped into the trailer. Max’s heat hit him already, he was not going into heat, he was in heat, and he was desperate to let the pack know, to call for help for him. Max wasn’t his mate, they weren’t even courting, he liked the Dutchman yes, and he could ignore the calling of his body from this close for so long.
After some nudging they stood up, Max immediately swaying, his head not being able to tell him what is the right direction, he almost lost his balance.
“Easy.” Charles reached out, steadying the blonde by his hips, pulling him close to himself, using his own body as support as they slowly started to walk.
Max grabbed him, fingers holding desperately onto the white shirt covered arms and shoulders. ‘I’m… I’m really dizzy.” It came so quietly Charles barely heard it, but he held the heavy body closer to his nonetheless.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He pushed in the door to Max’s room, and the room being small enough, they were right at the bed, which was more like a nest now, and he helped Max lay down in it.
“Will you stay?” The small question made his Charles froze for the second time of the night, and he felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He wanted to, but he shouldn’t. He leaned back down, after the gentle pull on his shirt. His lips placing a gentle kiss on the burning forehead. “I really want you to stay.” Max’s voice was almost nothing but a mumble, eyes hooded and hazy, his heat slowly fully taking over his body.
“I can’t, you know that.” He gritted his teeth and his heart was aching for the small whine in response.
“You are an alpha, you should stay with an omega in his heat.” Max falsely reasoned, his judgement almost fully gone.
Charles crawled closer, pulling Max to his chest stroking his hair softly, trying to find the right words. “I can’t do that to you, it’s not okay. I would stay if I were your mate,” he wanted to go on when he realised what he just said, the situation, Max so close to him, his sweet seductive scent filling his mind made his tongue slip.
Max whined again, his hands pulling on the white shirt as the first waves of hot and want and need washed over him. “You should be my mate. I always wanted that.” Max’s words slurred, but they were enough to render Charles speechless.
God, what does he say, is Max even himself enough for this conversation, should he keep talking or push himself away, run out call Seb and then stand in the cold shower until he is shaking like Max does? How he was gonna wash his scent off? He didn’t want to. Not at all. He didn’t want to leave either, but staying didn’t feel right. “I would also love that too.” His lips gave in, letting the words fall. Even if Max won’t remember he would. He could make them true, he could court Max if he still wants to when his brain is not being fill with drug like hormones.
Max fidgets and he has Charles on his back, holding himself on his elbow, the other hand weakly pressed to the broad chest. “Promise.”
“I promise.” He purrs to the long fingers sliding into his hair, pressing his forehead to Charles’ much cooler skin.
“I’ll remember.” He says and it sounds more like a threat than a promise and it makes the alpha giggle.
That okay, that is more than okay.
They stay like this, inhaling each other’s scent deeply, almost breathing the hot air into the others mouth, and Charles knows it would be so easy to kiss Max. He has to close his eyes to restrain himself to the thought. He can smell Max’s arousal too, the omega’s body giving into the heat fully, and he shakes his head trying to prevent his head to even go there. It’s hard. He is hard, and he need to leave soon. When he moves Max cries a little.
“I gotta go, Max, I gotta tell the others.” It’s hard to speak too, but before he could say anything more he yelps, hot fingers touching the bottom of his stomach, sliding under the cotton of his shirt. He wants to sit up, but Max’s hold on him is stronger. “I just want the shirt.” He tries to clear his throat, to explain himself. Not like he didn’t want the shirt to be off and everything else too, Charles to be naked and strip himself too, kissing and touching the brunette anywhere he can reach, sleeping with him to ease the tight coil in his stomach, having his knot to calm his body’s claim to be filled and fucked until he can’t take it.
He shudders and he knows Charles can feel his body grow even hotter, shaking and trembling. The shirt is off and Charles is gone from his bed, leaving him with the soft material between his hands. “Hold on, okay. Next time I’ll be here, I promise okay?” It’s not an empty promise both he and Max knows it. “My strong omega.” Charles whispers and leaning back to the bed rubbing his nose against Max’s neck, then his own, scenting the omega and earning a yearning whimper with it.
Before Max could answer or do anything he is gone, the door slams behind him, and Max is left with the white shirt, the textile filled with Charles’ scent, and he arranges it quietly so it becomes part of his nest.
“Max went into heat, please help him.” It’s the first thing Charles says as he is out, the others already back in the living room. He has no idea how he looks, but judging by the eyes on him not good. He is disheveled, hair is a mess, he knows he is shirtless and smells like Max, and when the omegas go in they will know just how much Max smells like him, as he scented him, and the thought makes some warmth spread in his chest. “I need some air.” He practically groans as he pushes himself from he door, storming out to the fresh air.
He doesn’t go far, his body forbids him to leave Max further than this. He leans against the cold metal, resting his head against it, his hands shaking.
Soon Carlos appears with a bottle of water and a fresh shirt. He accepts I gladly.
“Thanks, mate.” He downs the water almost immediately, he never noticed how thirsty he got. “Was it so difficult for you with Lando at the beginning too?” He asks and its blunt but he feels too much to think in that moment.
Carlos laughs, and pats his shoulder. “Yeah, when he went into heat for the first time and I was already with the pack I had to leave until it was over, I didn’t think I could have kept myself away from him for days. I just knew he was in agony, that I could have made it better for him, but he was in no state to say yes or no, so we decided it’s for the better.” He explained quietly, making Charles feel a bit more guilty. “You did good.” He offered a small smile to the other alpha. “Anyway finally you can start courting him, and you won’t be so annoying about him anymore, god, I can’t listen to you explaining how amazing he is, and about the cute freckles on his face and whatever.”
Charles laughed. “I wasn’t that bad, mate.”
“You were insufferable.”
They laugh and Charles pushes himself from the white metal. “Well, I can’t promise anything.” He says with a little squint in his eyes. “Or maybe I can, you all should buy earplugs.”
I saw you posted that your current a/b/o batch is coming to the end, so I hope that I'm here just in time! It's a bit lame of me but I'm the big fan of Romeo and Juliet trope and your latest alpha!max and omega!charles is justtttt ❤️❤️❤️ could you tell me more about this storyline? Like how did they meet? Is max going to bring charles and their (unborn??) pup (s???) to his pack just because he's an alpha pack? Or anything you want about this 🥹? Btw, thanks you for that snippet. It's brought me out of a trauma Ferrari caused me.
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Hehe nothing is wrong with being a Romeo & Juliet fan, it’s a classic :D
Although I don’t have a lot of insight on this one other than it’s more like a medical/forest living one where they still live a lot by the traditional pack ways. They met in the forest, Charles wandering a little further from his pack wanting to explore other places and gather more blueberries (because I love them). When he runs into Max, and it’s scary first but Max is pretty smitten my the pretty omega ofc so they meet one or two times to court before jumping on each other.
Max definitely would bring Charles into his pack but Charles really loves his current pack so it’s not easy. After Max becomes pack alpha he could try to make changes but it’s not so easy, and forcing Charles and a pup in a situation like that would be very difficult. So ultimately and very quickly Max succeeds to put a pup in Charles hehe, also he makes it reeeeeally sure. 🤭 and maybe after that the packs would reconsider their stances, but Charles also needs to be ready to just leave and go with Max, who is his mate and join a new pack if his old wouldn’t accept their pup. (Which they will ofc, and it’s all a happy ending)
