Hi!! I hope you're doing well!! I've sent this ask a couple of times but figured I'll send it one more time in case it got eaten by tumblr before I let this particular can of worms go.
I was thinking about the accidental bitching au and about the process of Charles accepting his new place, after he realizes he's pregnant and starts to fully show, and how their friends would react to the changes.
I was thinking that further into the pregnancy, when Charles has come to accept that he's carrying their pup and can no longer drive and has embraced his place as Max's omega, the two would host some sort of a hangout with some of their fellow drivers.
Charles, of course, was nervous to see his former colleagues again, worried about how they would perceive him, but Max would swiftly distract him by bringing him to the edge several times without release, leaving the Omega desperate and needy for more by the time the other drivers arrive to their apartment.
Of course, the drivers would have been surprised by the turn of events, some perhaps even a little worried, but when they see the heavily pregnant omega only wearing his flimsy little maternity top (perfect for breastfeeding, Max would explain as he demonstrates how easy it is to uncover the omega's tits from the confines of the top) and the shortest of skirts, rubbing himself on his Alpha's thick thighs trying to get himself off, begging for more from his Alpha in front of their friends as the Alpha drivers continued to discuss the comings and goings of the paddock.
The drivers, impressed, would start asking questions on how Max managed to train his little omega so well as they all were very familiar with Charles' stubborn personality, after all, but Max would simply explain to them how he helped Charles to embrace his inner Omega, and how by the end of the night the drivers would be convinced that the Omega was now completely happy and exactly where he was supposed to be, filled to the brim by his Alpha's cock.
Mayhaps, some of the fellow drivers would even be inspired to go after their very own Omegas...
→ Lestappen Accidental Bitching AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Our sweet pregnant mama worrying about what the other drivers might think after seeing the once proud Alpha dressed in nothing but scraps of silk, pussy dripping wet, barefoot and round with his former on-track rival's pup??
Max chuckles when Charles tells him that he's scared of how everyone might react. But Max knows his lovely Omega has nothing to worry about—he's Max's mate now, all claimed and pupped up, forever bound to Max. Charles doesn't need to worry about anything anymore. Max is here to love him, spoil him, and take care of his every need.
Including fucking those silly thoughts out of his pretty little head.
And his Charlie is so, so good at taking Max's cock, at begging for Alpha's knot, but something about Charles's previous comment bothers the Alpha. The fact that Charles remembered even a small fraction of his past life as an Alpha F1 driver is proof that his Omega still needs a little more training.
So instead of knotting Charles's wet hole and playing with his swollen little clit until his Omega collapses on the cum-soaked sheets in a pile of bliss, Max flips him onto his back, thrusts speeding up as he pins both of Charles's hands above his head.
"A-Alpha—mmh, Alpha close, 'm so close, p-please a little more...?" Charles whimpers, thighs squeezing Max's hips as he squirms and twists, so desperate for Max to hit that one little spot inside him that makes the Omega see stars.
And the thing is, Max loves Charles. He worships him, adores his Omega beyond all reason and sanity.
Usually, he would never deny his precious mate anything.
But sometimes, a naughty Omega needs a firm hand from his Alpha.
Max purposely avoids Charles's prostate again and again until our angel boy is crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to trust back. But even at his most needy, even as pre-cum dribbles down his tiny cock, Charles never tries to reach down and rub his little clit. He only cries Max's name, begs Alpha to make him cum, and promises he'll be so good, he'll be the best Omega for him, just a little more Maxie—?
He begs so prettily that Max takes pity on him. He can feel his knot beginning to swell so as he thrusts deeper—rough and forceful, uncaring of Charles's own pleasure as Max chases his release—he tells Charles just why he's being denied his orgasm.
"Good Omegas don't worry about what other Alphas will think of them." He grunts. "They only care about what their Alpha might think. And you didn't do that, did you?"
"Ma-aa-ax—!" Charles wails, trying his best to talk but being unable to speak as he bounces on the bed, hole clenching around Max's growing knot.
"Yeah, schatje, just like that—tighten up for me, baby." He praises, loving how Charles instinctively squeezes him, sucking him in even as he sobs. "I'll make it up to you, liefje," Max vows, "and you know I'm a man of my word."
He knots his pregnant Omega three times before he allows his Charlie to fall asleep in his arms. Sweaty and red-faced and looking so very beautiful.
"Was I good, Alpha?" He looks up, emerald eyes shimmering with hope.
Max kisses his forehead. "You were perfect for me, schat. You always are. Now be a good boy tomorrow and Alpha promises he'll make you cum."
Charles purrs, eager and pleased as he lets Max manhandle him around until his back is pressed against the Alpha's chest. Usually, Max would plug him up but he knows his little love is sensitive from his pregnancy and likely sore from how brutally Max fucked him. He gently cleans Charles up, wiping the dribbling cum from his thighs, his ass, and his well-used hole. He kisses Charles's lower back and then leans forward to kiss his growing baby bump.
Only a few more months before they get to meet their baby girl.
The next day, Charles spends all morning and afternoon directing the house staff and decorators. He has a specific vision for how he wants the penthouse to look for the upcoming Apéro Hour and his Alpha had given Charles free to reign to do as he liked. "I trust you, schatje," Max said, gently kissing Charles's bump as they lay in the Omega's nest. "Anything you create will be beautiful."
One hour before their guests are set to arrive, Charles hurries into his enormous walk-in closet to get ready. He's been trying to keep himself as busy as possible to distract from the slick dripping down his thighs. His core throbs, body trembling with anticipation.
Charles had been a bad Omega last night and Alpha had rightfully punished him by not letting him cum.
But Alpha has also spoiled Charles. He's used to two orgasms a day (minimum). He's used to sitting on Max's lap as Alpha plays with his clit, Charles curled up in his arms while his mate takes various meetings and reviews data, reports, and emails.
He's used to being a pampered little princess who got mind-blowing orgasms whenever he wanted.
So the fact he was being denied was just...torture.
He fights back a sniffle as he changes into his evening clothes, hands reaching for his lingerie section (a mini-closet within the closet) when he sees a gorgeously wrapped present sitting on the marble island.
Max's handwriting makes him smile and blush before he even reads the note.
And once he does...? Charles presses his thighs together to try and stymie the gush of slick but it's no use.
Wear this tonight, mijn schatje, and let everyone see just how happy and satisfied my Omega is. — MV
Pink lace panties that have a heart-shaped cut-out in the back.
A barely there sheer pink wraparound skirt that's so short and see-through Charles may as not be wearing anything at all.
A matching cropped sheer pink babydoll top with the thinnest spaghetti straps the Omega has ever seen. Briefly, he worries the top might tear if he picks it up but the strip if silk remains intact as Charles tugs it over his head.
The babydoll flutters against the curve of his belly and he feels his cheeks heat up when he realizes that it won't cover his stretch marks.
Max loves his stretch marks, loves kissing them and rubbing cocoa butter over the taut skin and worshipping Charles's baby bump whenever he can.
For a split second, the Omega worries the other Alphas might think he's ugly—a subpar Omega not worthy of Max—but then, he hears Alpha's voice in his head.
Good Omegas only care about what their Alpha might think.
And Charles is a good Omega.
When Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz, Alex Albon, and Ollie Bearman walk through the door of Max Verstappen's luxury penthouse, they almost trip over themselves when they see former Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc greeting them with cocktails and sweet, dimpled smile.
His face is rounder, eyes brighter, and smile so much softer than they've ever seen. His round, curvy body is covered with the sheerest scraps of lace and silk any of them have ever seen.
He's barefoot and pregnant and the picture of a content House Omega and hostess.
The four Alphas gawk at the sight of the once-fiery Monegasque Alpha reduced to a blushing, giggling mess when Max appears to hug him from behind. Once he releases Charles again, the Alphas suddenly realize something:
The skirt isn't too small.
It's just clinging to Charles's body because it's soaked with slick.
Once they realize that, once they finally, finally realize that Charles Leclerc is a freshly bitched Omega who's been pupped up and claimed, they stare at Max with worshipful awe.
"Can um, can you...?" Oscar barely manages to get the words out.
"Teach us." Carlos interrupts bluntly.
Max's sapphire eyes twinkle as a wide, amused smile appears on his lips. "Come on," he gestures towards the large, L-shaped couch in the living room, "we have all night to talk."
The Alphas shuffle past Charles with polite nods but don't say anything more.
But the Omega doesn't even care. He simply watches as they make themselves comfortable on the sofa before the brunet raises his arms. "Up, Alpha?" He asks with a little tilt of his head.
Max grins. "Perfect Omega." He easily scoops Charles up bridal style, holding his mate close his arms. "My perfect Omega."
