A crazy alpha who is always keen and hungry for an older omega with beautiful cow doe eyes across the grid. He's a brainwashed driver because his team treated him like a king and makes him believe that he could get anything he wants, especially that one Spanish driver with sweet senses of sunlight and roses. Charles Leclerc wants Carlos Sainz as his mates, as a mother who carries his pups. He wants to treat this omega with everything and ruins him on the sheets, making Carlos his omega forever, and no one can't change that.
'Don't worry, mon cœur. No one will take you away from me. You will be mine forever. Only I can treat you right.'
'You're... You're a crazy man, Charles. You don't have to do all of this for me. You don't have to buy this stuff for me... I can't take it all.'
'Yes, you can, mon amour. Just like when you take all of me inside, now be good for me.'
I always love a Phyco! Charles, who's always being possessive and protective of our lovely Carlos (who's always clueless about what's going on around him). The definition of 'if he wants, he would.' 🥰
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.”
Could we get some headcanons of alpha charles/omega max? Pretty please 👉👈🥺
Omg yes I love them!
Max would be mad af that he is the Omega and Charles the Alpha and not vice versa
He would be very anxious and awkward the first time it's Charles helping him through his heat
Max expecting Charles to knot him and then leave, but Charles stays and although it's still awkward, Charles tries to at least make Max comfortable and even orders him whatever random food Max is craving
Mac being hissy and angry when Charles proposes they take a bath together when Max's heat breaks to wash all the dirt and slick off
But he gotta admit being in a warm bubble bath, settled between Charles's legs with his back against Charles's chest is very comfortable
Max quietly starting to steal Charles's sweaters to wear when he's safely hidden away in a hotel room
Charles knows but doesn't tease him about it
Charles being absolutely infatuated with Max's nests in return and always laying in them when Max deserts them (as Max barely ever asks him to join)
Charles would never ever use his Alpha status against Max because frankly, he doesn't care much about it at all
He just thinks Max smells good and wants to keep him safe
Coup
Pairing: Cherik
Warnings: A/O, Dubcon
Prompt:
I’m tired of Alpha Charles always being a nice guy. I just want some filthy porn where omega Erik is in heat and instead of being understanding, Charles dubcons and fucks the shit out of Erik, and makes Erik admit how much Erik enjoys being fucked like the slutty little omega he is.
Yes yes yes!! That alpha really need to calm his wife and himself down after the race. Not in front of the camera because their news still going wild, but they managed to keep it between themselves. Oh, my Charlos. 🫠🫐❤️🤍✨️
