Warnings: smut, blowjobs, Charles is a petty bitch, foursome?, squirting, sort of subspace maybe?
One of the Boys Masterlist
The view from Max's hotel room was pretty amazing.
At least Charles seemed to think so, but how he had any brainpower available to even think about the view was a great mystery given the way Lando was sucking him down with gusto.
Max wasn't even there. He was late, so you had to find other ways to entertain yourself, thankfully there were two eager men in the room with you.
"Good boy, Lan. You're taking him so well"
Lando hummed around the older man's cock, cheeks red and puffy already, while Charles wore a dazed expression.
You were sitting next to them, just in your underwear as you watched the mental tug of war going on in front of you.
Lando was trying to get a rise out of the Monegasque, so he sucked harder and wrapped a hand around the base so that he could focus more on the head.
That definitely got a reaction out of Charles, who hissed and grabbed a fistful of the Brit's hair to push him back down roughly.
Lando tried not to look too smug as he took it all down to the base. Charles was just as good with his mouth, but it irked him that Lando was this good.
"You seem rather cocky for a man who stared at my rear wing for forty laps..."
Lando's eyebrows scrunched up as if he was going to pull off to argue that technically it was 20 laps then 19 after the pit stops, but Charles didn't give him the chance, he fucked up into Lando's mouth to make him choke.
He couldn't help the satisfaction of watching Lando's tears fall and his nails dig into Charles' thighs.
"Fucker" Lando gasped in a breath when Charles finally let go, but couldn't get much more out before the door was swinging open to reveal Max, sweating from rushing over from the track.
"And where have you been?" You asked suspiciously.
"Had to take care of something. What's going on here?"
"Charles and Lando were entertaining themselves while we waited for you"
Max shoved all his stuff in the corner and made his way straight to the bed, hastily taking his shirt off on the way.
"I'm here now..." he climbed on top of you and kissed you, arms snaking around your waist to hold you tight. "And I am so tired"
You pushed him away with a hand on his chest and a grin on your face.
"Lucky for you, I'm going to ride you. We are in Texas after all..."
That's when Max spotted what was in the corner of the bed.
Charles had brought his custom cowboy hat, at your request, and you slipped it on your head before climbling on top of Max, his jeans were already tented.
"What about us?" Lando's raspy voice cut through the air and you looked at him and Charles.
"You can wait your turn"
Max grinned at you as you turned your focus back on him, and getting his pants off.
He helped you with that, then with your own underwear and marveled at the sight of you already dripping.
He slid a finger through your folds and pushed it inside you lazily.
"Looks like Lando and Charles were very entertaining, then..."
"You have no idea" you chuckled, and he quickly added another finger, stretching you sufficiently for you to be able to sit on his cock comfortably.
Once he was satisfied, you positioned yourself over him while he held himself steady, and with a heavy breath you sank down.
He bit his lip to hold back a groan, eyes trained on where his cock split you open.
You bounced in his lap, hands on his chest to steady you while you aimed your hips to get him as deep as you could inside you.
He panted heavily, letting you control the pace, which you set to slow and hard.
You were squeezing him, and you felt his abs clench under your fingers in an effort to to hold still for you. He really wanted this to be good for you, which in turn made you want it to be good for him.
"You're dripping, fuck"
You could feel it, how wet you were, and hear it with the wet slap every time you landed on him.
It was very unlike Max to let you do all the work, and you fought through the ache in your thighs when you started to feel his fingers tighten around your waist, a sure sign that he was getting close.
His jaw slackened, and his brows scrunched up when he came, a deep groan vibrating in his chest.
You rolled your hips gently, until he let out a small hiss and you grinned at him.
"Want me to stop?"
Max sighed deeply. "I wish I could say no, but it's too much..."
You bit your lip cheekily.
"One day I'm going to tie you up and qi won't stop until you're crying..." you ran a finger down his clammy chest. "If you win the Championship, maybe?"
He hummed, hands squeezing your hips to signal you to get off.
You turned to the other two men you'd been ignoring, and raised a brow.
"Who's next?"
They looked at each other pointedly, and Lando raised his hand.
"Don't be shy, come here"
He smiled, waddling over to you and you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for a filthy kiss.
He moaned into it, hard against your hips as he lost himself into it and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him. You felt the hard planes of his body, hot and ready for you to push him down onto his back and straddle him.
Max's come was leaking out of you, and you didn't need any prep to slam down onto Lando's cock.
The brit yelped softly and his eyes rolled back into his head. He'd been on edge ever since Charles pushed his cock down his throat, so you could tell he was going to be incredibly easy.
You bounced hard and fast, clenching around him on every upstroke, and it didn't take long for his moans to increase in pitch.
His hands found your tits, which he was mesmerised by as they bounced in time with the rhythm of your hips.
"Gonna come for me, pretty boy?"
He nodded, eyes wide as he gazed up at you, and you could help sliding a couple of fingers in his mouth for him to suck on.
He really was pretty, desperately trying to look at you while his body betrayed him.
"Go on then, give it to me"
His hips jumped unconsciously and his chest heaved as he came inside you with a long drawn out whine.
His cries were muffled, but you understood the little noises of overstimulation as you rode him through his orgasm, and a little bit beyond, before leaving him there panting to turn your attention over to Charles.
"Hello" the older man giggled bashfully when your eyes met. "You look good in my hat"
You smiled cheekily. "Thank you. You look good in... nothing"
He chewed on his lip. "I would look better inside you"
You groaned. Max groaned. Even Lando groaned. This was the worst sexy talk in existence, despite it being thouroughly entertaining.
"That's it. No more sexy banter for you, Charles"
He pouted and you laughed, crawling over to where he'd taken Max's previous place on the bed, the Dutchman having moved over for him.
He was thick and hard, and eager to get you on top of him.
You knew as soon as you sank down, you weren't going to be able to keep any sort of pace up for long, and of course they noticed.
"Need some help, there?" Max spoke up.
You batted your eyelashes at him. "If it's not too much trouble"
He grinned and got up to your level, hands finding their regular place on your hips, and he used his strength to lift you enough for Charles to slam into from underneath.
You gasped, surprised at how good that felt, and the two men chuckled at your reaction.
They worked together, Max holding you in place while Charles snapped his hips up into the deepest parts of your cunt.
Your thighs shook, but thankfully it didn't matter at all as they took full control making sure you got all the pleasure you craved.
Charles' thrust got stronger and stranger until he almost knocked his hat off your head with how much he made your body bounce.
He was rubbing against all your sweet spots perfectly in this position, and you could feel the familiar coil inside you tightening, and your throat felt raw with how much you were moaning.
Max's fingers dug into your flesh, keeping you still and spread for Charles, and you felt yourself start to lose control, tensing up as pleasure pulsed through you until you came undone with a loud wail.
Charles moaned, and you looked down and saw why. You were gushing, making the slap of his hips sound obscene, and it didn't take him long to bury himself deep inside you as he filled you up, adding to the come of the other two men that was still clinging to your walls.
They helped you lie down, and then three of them took turns filling you up again.
Max first, fucking you into the mattress on your stomach with your face pushed into the pillows, which you almost ripped with how tight you were clutching them.
Then it was Lando, he wanted to look into your eyes as he fucked you. A pillow propped your hips up to get the perfect angle, his left hand pulling you back onto his cock by your hips, right hand curled around your neck to cut off your air.
Then Charles turned your exhausted body over again, ass up while he bullied his cock back into you.
"Look at you..." Max stroked your tear stained cheek, "letting us use you like this. Feeling good?"
The only sound you were capable off was a muffled wail, and Charles chuckled.
"Dirty girl, so full of come you can't even speak..."
You whined pathetically, and you couldn't even tell who's cock was slipping past your lips, you were so out of it, blissed out of your mind.
You let your body be used freely by the three men, and you knew they'd be taking turns on you all night.
And in the end, you trusted them to take care of you just like you took care of them.
warnings: smut, drugs (return of the horny weed), threesome, oral, mxm anal, shower sex, sub charles cus that's where he's meant to be, gets a bit sappy at the end soz lmao
part 3 of The Monaco Trilogy
As it turned out, there was no debrief over coffee after that time on the yacht. You and Charles had gotten drunker than you'd ever been before, blacked out, apparently did something illegal, and woke up the next day in jail.
Fortunately Charles was Charles, so you were let out immediately.
So you went home, didn't talk to Max about what he'd walked in on, and Charles was none the wiser…
You stared at the cup of coffee you were currently holding, three years later.
You'd been hooking up with Charles for years now. And as of last night, you and Max had also committed the sin of Lust.
While high.
In a company loaned car.
Which was now covered in various bodily fluids...
Christian was screaming at Max over facetime, his PR manager was also on the call, head in her hands as she tried to make sense of all of what Christian was saying.
You were out of the shot, curled up in a corner of Max's couch, only just managing to get over your headache.
It was all so similar to three years ago, when Charles was being shouted at for getting himself arrested while you sat near him, heavily hungover and trying to piece together the night before.
There was another striking similarity that made your heart swell.
Charles never told them you were with him that time. And now, Max was insisting it was all his idea and his weed. Well he wasn't lying, it was.
Your boys always protected you. Even when their careers were potentially on the line, they never threw you under the bus. Even though Christian was spouting nonsense about getting a restraining order against you, Max was threatening to leave the team if he did.
Afterwards you had a breakfast with him, semi-awkward silence falling over you as you chewed half-heartedly.
“So can-”
“What do-”
You blinked at each other.
“You first” you insisted. Max didn't look at you.
“Do you want to tell Charles about this or do you want to keep it between us?”
You weren't expecting that question, to be honest.
“And miss the opportunity to have a threesome? Are you insane?”
Max definitely wasn't expecting that answer, but he let out a relieved chuckle.
“Thank god. I don't know if I could have kept it a secret from him…”
You laughed, and the tension in the air dissipated instantly.
“You know what, let's invite him over tonight for dinner. We can ask him if he'd be into it”
Max grinned and nodded eagerly.
Charles did not come for dinner that night, he was on holiday. In the Alps, with his trainer. Figures.
Then Max was on vacation.
Then you had to travel for work.
And then the two of them had to get ready for the season again.
The three of you had such conflicting timetables, it was impossible to find a day where you were all free, and the subject was more or less forgotten with how much pressure the season put on the boys.
Until Vegas. When Max officially won his fourth championship title and the three of you found yourselves at the same afterparty, wasted and screaming the lyrics to ‘We are the Champions’.
Charles was hanging off your shoulder, outside the club, begging for a hit of the joint you were holding that had been gifted to you by Max.
“It's the good stuff” he'd winked, and you hadn't registered what that meant at the time, until halfway through it when you felt the familiar warmth inside you.
“Oh shit” you whispered, and froze long enough for Charles to manage to snatch it out of your hand.
It made him cough. Of course it did, he wasn't a regular smoker, but that just made it hit him faster.
“My god…” he wheezed. “that's… strong”
He pulled a face and gave it back to you gingerly.
“No shit. It’s the sex weed!” you laughed and the look on the man's face made you realise you'd completely forgotten to tell him about it.
“Oh yeah! This weed makes you super horny, and me and Max had some a few months ago and we had sex in a car!”
The excitement you were saying this with was almost more bewildering to Charles than the information itself. And your rambling wasn’t making much sense to him either.
“And Christian heard me...! Oh my god that was embarrassing… And the car was in a state afterwards... Anyway, we forgot to ask- we were wondering if you wanted to have a threesome! Max is so up for it-”
You stopped babbling to take a deep breath and Charles took the opportunity to intervene.
“Wait, you had sex with Max? And you want me to join?”
You nodded enthusiastically. He took a deep breath while his brain concocted a few lewd images of you and Max together.
“And the weed makes you… horny?”
“Well, all weed makes me horny, but this one is a special horny weed!”
He huffed out a laugh and eyed the joint suspiciously.
“I don't feel anything”
You held it out for him to take.
“Finish it, I'm cold. I'm going back in to find Max”
And before he knew it the door was shut and he was alone, desperately inhaling as fast as his lungs could manage.
You planned on going straight to the bar for a drink, but was intercepted by the very man you were looking for.
“Max!” you half-screamed at him and threw your arms around his shoulders.
“I was coming to find you” he yelled back. “I want to smoke with you!”
“Oh…” your guilty expression made his eyes narrow.
“Did you already smoke it all?!”
“No! I was with Charles!”
His eyes bugged out of his head at that. “Charles? Did you tell him about the effects?”
“Yeah! I asked him if he wanted to have sex with us!”
His heart stopped. He really would’ve liked to be there for that conversation.
“And what did he say?”
You blinked, realising you didn’t actually get an answer.
“Uhhh… I don't think he said anything.”
Max rolled his eyes, and moved towards the back door to find the Monegasque, but before he could get there it suddenly opened in front of him. Charles was standing there looking cold and lost.
His face brightened when he spotted you and Max and he all but ran over, almost tripping over in his haste.
“You okay?” Max asked, concerned about the slight sway in his step.
Charles nodded, and wrapped an arm around Max's shoulders.
“I feel good”
You burst out laughing at the dopey look he was giving you.
“I'll bet”
His grin only widened and he leaned in close to you, pulling Max down with him.
“So… any reason you wanted to get me horny?”
He wiggled his brows and you couldn't help the way you cackled at him. Fake confidence wasn't a good look on him. Although his messy hair and dark eyes certainly painted an attractive picture.
“Actually…” you leaned in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “It was Max's idea. We want to show you what you've been missing out on...”
His eyes widened when you retreated and pulled Max in by his shirt to make out.
Charles’ cock twitched at the sight, he'd never thought about it, but now that it was happening in front of him he realised you and Max together was like… the hottest thing he'd ever seen. That and probably the ‘horny weed’ taking over his brain.
Given that the two of them were glued to you, you could feel how hard Charles was against your hip, and you were sure the hand sneaking down to squeeze your ass was Max's.
You separated, breathless and dazed, and Charles quickly turned your head to get in on the action and Max took the opportunity to kiss down your neck at the same time.
You felt like the drugs were only getting stronger, making your head spin as the two men moved against you to the heavy beat of the club music.
When you felt a strong thigh slip between yours, you moaned and rubbed against it, and the relief sent a shockwave through you.
You gasped and unconsciously tugged on Charles' T-shirt.
“How desperate are you to fuck me?”
Charles huffed and clung to you, looking as needy as you felt.
“Very”
“So do you want to go back to the hotel with us?”
He somehow managed to nod despite his lips being glued to your collarbone, and you and Max looked at each other with matching victorious grins.
The cab ride was hell. Well not for you, you were having the time of your life watching the chaos. Max had decided to sit in the middle so that Charles wouldn't try to fuck you right there on the backseat, but that hadn't worked. For the simple reason that Charles was now running his hands all over Max and trying desperately to get in his pants instead.
It was very entertaining, watching a very high Charles struggling with a very drunk Max. It was like a slow motion wrestling match.
You all but ran out of the cab and into the lobby, thankfully you were on the first floor so you could take the stairs, and even with the headstart you barely got your key card into the door slot before you heard footsteps behind you and you were unceremoniously shoved into the room.
It was Max's turn to be entertained while he watched an increasingly desperate Charles try to peel your clothes off as quickly as possible, with the dexterity of an ox.
“I'm so fucking hard” Charles groaned against you, hands working to pull your dress up and your underwear down.
He didn't even say another word, he sank to his knees and buried his face into your already wet cunt and moaned, while his hand slipped into his pants to get some semblance of relief.
Max just sat on the bed and grinned lazily, happy to watch Charles falling apart without doing much of anything.
You carded your fingers through his damp curls, guiding him and using your hold as leverage to press him against you harder, which made him groan. Apparently being deprived of air didn't bother him in the slightest.
After a good minute you felt your legs start to get wobbly, so you dragged the Monegasque over to the bed and made him lay down so you could sit on his face and Max shuffled up to give you space.
“Pants off” you barked at him, and he quickly obeyed.
Max was hard and leaking, and you didn't hesitate for long before you took him into your mouth.
Everything was sloppy. The three of you were pretty uncoordinated but somehow it worked, and you choked around Max's cock when you came, and Charles didn't even realise it, so you had to slap his forehead to get him to stop his enthusiastic assault on your poor cunt. Which he didn’t seem very happy about. He could stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him.
“Charles. Inside me, now.” You panted.
He didn't sulk for long, he all but jumped up behind you and hurriedly rubbed himself against you a bit to collect some wetness, then slid home in one easy thrust.
The loud satisfied groan he let out made you and Max smirk, and the Dutchman let you put your mouth back on him while Charles got enough braincells together to remember how to fuck.
“Oh my god… you feel so good” he was almost slurring his words, cock messily sliding in and out of you as he fucked you hard and fast, voice cracking on every moan. Yep, he was definitely high.
You had to pull off Max to let out your own noises, but he grabbed your hair and gave you a dangerous look.
“Keep going”
Your jaw dropped and he pushed you back down on him, and when Charles gave a particularly hard thrust you felt tears prickle your eyes as you did your best to keep looking up at him.
Thankfully you didn't have to keep it up for too long though, Charles let out a strangled gasp and wrapped an arm around you to pull you back and force his cock in as deep as he could, come filling you and leaking out when he slowly started softening. You let out an airy chuckle. Charles wasn’t usually so... quick.
Then Max did something unexpected. He leaned over and pulled Charles into a kiss.
Not a particularly messy or desperate one, a slow, like you’d expect, but a calculated way of making out that fascinated you as you observed them.
You weren't sure what Charles' reaction would be, but the man seemed very much into it, and was reciprocating eagerly.
It looked so... natural.
“Fuck” he breathed when they separated for air. His eyes fluttered open and when they met Max's a shiver ran through him.
“What do you want to do, Charles?”
Max's question was vague, but intentionally open to interpretation.
Charles gulped. “What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Max’s hand slid down to the curve of the other man’s hip and squeezed.
Charles still had a slight haze in his eyes. “No… not really”
Max wanted to know what that meant, but decided the conversation could wait for next time.
“You want to try it?”
Charles visibly shivered.
He nodded slowly and pulled Max back in for a kiss.
You'd had sex with Charles many times over the years, under him and on top of him, but he was always the dominant party. Always making you submit and fucking you so good your brain melted. You’d never considered him bottoming for anyone.
But this… seeing Charles' face go slack as Max slid his cock into him was a novelty you knew then and there you needed to see again.
His eyes rolled back as soon as Max started to thrust gently, the feeling of something stretching him so overwhelming you feared he was going to come before Max could properly fuck him.
You'd never seen him look pathetic (wet post-race commiserations aside) and you couldn't help voice your feelings out-loud.
“My god…” your fingers cupped his jaw as your thumb stroked his cheek. “You've never looked so good”
He moaned, lips catching on your thumb, and something compelled you to push it into his mouth.
He didn’t object. Quite the opposite, his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked on it eagerly. You just stared at him open-mouthed.
Max's thrusts increased in intensity and Charles couldn't help the pathetic little moans from escaping.
“Doing so good for us Charlie… never knew you could be such a good boy”
You were only teasing, but Charles gasped around your thumb and tensed up, a sudden wave of arousal making his stomach clench.
You picked up on that fact and looked up at Max, who's surprised expression matched yours.
Charles Leclerc had a praise kink. Who’d have thought?
“Look at me” you ordered, and the Monegasque's gaze was utterly fucked out when it landed on you.
He was panting like a dog, eyes threatening to roll back with every thrust of Max's cock inside him.
You leaned down to his level, thumb pressing down on his tongue to open his mouth wider.
“You gonna be a good boy and come for us?
He whined, already so on edge it hurt, and nodded desperately.
“Go on then, come”
He did.
The hardest he's ever come in his life.
His whole body locked up, and it was so intense he didn't even make a single noise. His eyes were screwed shut as the waves rolled through him, and Max did his best to keep grinding into him with how tight he suddenly was.
It took Charles a few seconds before his body managed to recover, and he choked on air as he attempted his first breath.
He finally collapsed onto the bed, and Max was finally able to pull out gently.
“How was that?” you chuckled and patted his head.
His breathing wasn't quite even enough for him to answer, but he didn't need to. The answer was in the sticky feeling between him and the bedsheets you were going to have to change.
Charles couldn't be bothered speaking. Or moving. He was floating on the high of two orgasms and residual effects of the weed, happy to watch you and Max make out next to him.
It was lazy, and incredibly comfortable with the three of you considering you'd never done this before. You and Max didn't rush, mapping each other’s bodies for only the second time. This thing between the two of you was fairly new, if you compared it to the well established benefits relationship you had with Charles.
“Shower?” Max smiled, and you nodded, following his lead and dragging Charles along with you.
Of course you and Max started making out under the water immediately. Neither of you had come yet, so you were both riled up.
“You two look so good together” Charles marveled.
You scoffed. “Speak for yourself. You and Max was the hottest thing I've ever seen”
“If I may” Max interjected. “After the time I walked in on you and Charles I was hard for like a week”
You laughed. Charles did not.
“What?”
You slapped your forehead as you remembered that Charles still didn't know about the events of three years ago. Max was just focused on getting you into position to fuck you.
“On the Yacht in Monaco. The night we got arrested. Max walked in and saw us… fucking”
Charles squinted like it was taking a huge amount of effort to remember that night. It probably was, he was pretty shitfaced that night, it's a miracle either of you remembered anything honestly.
“And I learned a lot from that experience” Max teased. “Such as…”
He wrapped a hand around your throat to hold you in place and smiled when he felt your breath hitch. Your leg was around his waist, and his cock was slowly pushing at your entrance.
He was slightly thicker than Charles so the stretch made you moan, and he just tightened his grip while he forced the rest of his cock inside you.
Charles was mesmerised by the wet slap of your bodies, and he almost lamented the fact that he was too spent to be able to go another round.
He suddenly felt slight panic at the thought of not getting the chance to do this again.
All you could focus on was how good Max felt inside you, and how good it felt to have the other man you adored there with you.
“Is this… a one time thing?” Charles sounded so vulnerable you stopped to look at him.
“Not unless you want it to be” Max looked uncertain. “It doesn't have to change anything between us.”
Charles hesitated. “What if I want it to change?”
The two of you stared at Charles, and you felt Max's heart beating faster under your palm.
He shifted nervously. You weren't sure what to say. You'd never considered that your relationship could go any further than what it was. And he wanted it... with Max?
“You mean like… the three of us? Together?”
Charles shrugged and looked at the floor.
Max sighed and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I'm not saying no, but I'm so hard right now I feel like I'm going to explode, mate. So can we maybe have this conversation once I've finished fucking her?”
Charles nodded quickly. “Of course! Yeah. Do you want me to wait outside or..?”
You smiled at him while Max rolled his hips slowly. “Stay, enjoy the show. It's all yours.”
Max gulped. Something inside him stirred at that.
The idea of being owned, metaphorically of course. Having you and Charles to himself while being utterly yours… god, he could feel himself leaking inside you.
You felt the slight shift in the room and pulled Max deeper inside you as encouragement.
He picked up the pace and rutted into you desperately as he let the pent up energy out, groaning into your skin and getting louder the closer he got to his orgasm.
The angle was perfect, your spongey walls were getting bullied in the best way, and you moaned when he bit into your flesh. Not enough to hurt too much, but the meaning was clear: you were claimed.
“Fuck” you cried, your own orgasm was so close you could just about feel your legs start to shake and your vision blur.
The two of you coming together was the most beautiful thing Charles had ever witnessed, and he knew that this moment is the only thing he'd ever be able to come to from now on.
You were right. He was yours, you were his, and subconsciously Max had always been so intimately entwined in both of your lives you didn't know where yours ended and theirs began.
“You're the only people I want to spend the rest of my life with, if I'm being honest”
You said completely naturally, as if it wasn't a slightly insane thought to have about your two best friends.
The three of you were dressed. Well, in t-shirts and underwear at least, to have this conversation while not entirely naked.
“I mean… same. I don't really need anyone else when I've got you two” Max was sort of nervous. He wasn’t very good at talking about feelings.
“I'd never really thought about it before, but I realised earlier that I'm only ever really happy when I'm with you”
You and Max nodded at Charles' words, the sentiment was mutual.
“That and when I’m inevitably going to win a championship” he grinned at Max cheekily. “If you'll leave some for the rest of us”
Max shoved his shoulder, but smirked. “Just for that, I'm making sure I win the next twenty championships, just to piss you off”
Charles gasped like he was wounded, but leaned into the Dutchman's personal space, very close.
“You wouldn't” his tone was teasing and Max grabbed him by the jaw to pull him even closer.
“I fucking would. Your only goal in life should be wanting to be a good boy for us like you were earlier…”
Charles’s breath hitched and Max took the opportunity to kiss him. Slowly, methodically, with the specific intention of taking Charles apart at the seams and putting him back together in one foul swoop.
And if the look on Charles’ face afterwards was any indication, he was successful.
“We've got plenty of time to figure out what this is, but it has been a long time coming don't you think?”
Charles’ brain was too fried to respond, but he smiled and joined their lips once more.
You just curled up and watched them make out lazily. The three of you were pretty exhausted, so they weren't at it for too long. It was just nice to be there all together, sharing each other’s company after celebrating Max's championship win.
Hopefully there’d be many more nights like this. The three of you together, in your own world, no matter how many championships came and went.
You’d always been there for each other, and you always would.
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, oral, dom/sub dynamics all over the place, in this one we get some more interesting Max lore, don't ask about the title, it took me two days to come up with it and I still hate it
One of the Boys Masterlist
"I am not getting fucked by Lando"
You burst out laughing at the look on Max's face.
"I wasn't going to ask you to" you sat down on the couch of his driver's room, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "I was just going to ask you to join us tonight."
Max's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you planning, then?"
Your evil smile never failed to make him nervous.
"That's a surprise, but I promise you won't even have to touch Lando if you don't want to"
He reluctantly agreed.
Lando on the other hand, was so eager to celebrate that he agreed without you having to even ask him anything at all.
Charles was surprised to be invited, but pleased none the less, and promised he'd be there on time.
Kimi, sweet baby boy Kimi, was grinning before you even walked through his door.
"Whatever it is, I want to"
You laughed. "You don't know what I was going to say. For all you know I'm going to tie you up and torture you..."
He blinked. "Are you?"
You shook your head with a chuckle.
"Then it's a yes!"
You smirked at the insatiable teenager in front of you. He was definitely in for a treat, even if he didn't know it yet.
Max was late.
Very late.
But you were having too much fun to care that he was missing out.
You and Kimi were facing each other, trying to make out but failing somewhat, as you got fucked by your respective partners.
Lando was behind you, driving into you in a trance with one arm wrapped around your middle and the other around your neck.
Kimi was getting his insides rearranged by Charles, who was being particularly mean tonight.
You got brief flashbacks from Zandvoort, when they'd been in a similar position after Charles' DNF.
Charles was apparently thinking along the same lines, because he chuckled and leaned in close to the rookie's ear.
"Do you crash into me on purpose? So that I'll fuck you?"
Kimi gasped at a particularly hard thrust.
"No! It was Osca-"
"I don't want excuses" the older man growled. "I want apologies"
Kimi's canines peeked out in a brief smirk. "Yes, I'm sorry. I won't do it again!"
Charles rolled his eyes, entirely unconvinced by the tone of the younger man.
You were being held in place by Lando, and when his hand slipped down over your cunt you started moaning louder, attracting the attention of the other two.
As if Lando couldn't bear not being the center of attention for more than thirty seconds.
Your face was inches away from Kimi, and you begged him with your eyes to kiss you.
Once again, your lips tangled messily, gasped curses flying as you approached the precipice with Lando's talented fingers driving you almost insane with how good he was.
You came with a loud cry, legs shaking as your eyes closed in bliss. But they didn't give you much time to come down before your head was being shoved down, and Kimi's cock was bouncing obscenely in front of your face.
"Why don't you help him along?" Lando said, hips stilled but still very much inside.
"And don't stop until I say" came Charles' gruff voice, and you obeyed quickly, swallowing down Kimi's girth eagerly as the other two watched you.
Kimi came within minutes, but you listened to Charles' order, not stopping your assault on his cock despite it softening a bit, before going hard again.
Kimi was writhing and shaking, and sniffling wetly as Charles held him there, arms behind his back and unable to stop the deep grind of the Ferrari driver's cock inside him, and your talented tongue and mouth on him.
You could still feel the stretch of Lando inside you, barely moving, but for the unconscious soft bucking of his hips every time you took Kimi down to the base.
You were full, from both ends. And you were taking great pleasure in teasing Kimi, making him squirm and cry with pleasure as you continued your assault on his sanity. Charles was feeling sadistic after his unfair DNF, so he was very much enjoying this too.
"You gonna come again, Kimi?" He mocked as the younger man cried silently.
Fingers digging into Kimi's hips, he angled his thrusts perfectly to stimulate his prostate, and Kimi just cried harder.
"Please!" He hiccuped, "I'm gonna come- please let me come!"
Charles wrapped a hand around his throat.
"Are you sure you deserve it?" He growled.
Kimi was nodding quickly, desperate for release, so you sucked harder and Charles fucked him with gusto, and it didn't take long for Kimi to all but scream as his orgasm ripped through him.
You barely had time to swallow what he gave you before Lando was picking up the pace himself, stuffing you full of him as he chased his own pleasure.
Then Max just barged in.
His eyes widened when he saw the positions you were all in, Kimi slumped against Charles, both of them sweaty and exhausted while Lando drilled into you like he was on a mission.
Now that your head was unoccupied, he was free to shove your face in the covers to arch your back further.
"Take it" he grunted under his breath.
The slap of his hips against you was obscene, but almost hypnotising to the others who watched you fail to hold in your little whines.
Lando seemed more aggressive than usual, maybe the pressure of the closing stages of the championship was getting to him, and he needed to fuck the relief out.
Your fists clutched the sheets as you finally came, and Lando followed shortly after with a garbled curse and a loud groan.
And then... he left.
He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, muttered something about "places to be" and left...
It was very unlike him to not want to be the last one there. You decided to ask him about it next time you saw him, maybe it was time for another chat about his headspace.
In the meantime, you had an eager Max waiting for you to invite him onto the bed, and two other sex pests waiting for instruction.
"Max, why don't you show Kimi how grateful you are? You probably wouldn't be here without his interference..."
It was immediately obvious that Max misunderstood you.
He reached for the lube, ready to slick himself up, eyeing the way Kimi was already hard again as he lay back, propped up on his elbows.
"Ah ah" you snapped. "That's not how you show gratitude, Max."
His face slowly turned towards you, bewilderment obvious.
Kimi glanced back and forth, not understanding the tension, and Charles' eyes were wide.
Max did not suck dick.
Ever.
Well, rarely, and not for a long time.
His eyes were glued to yours, unmoving, and you tried to look serious. This was a battle of wills you refused to lose.
He swallowed thickly.
"Okay" his voice was quiet.
On the inside you were shouting for joy. If there was one thing you loved doing, it was getting your boys out of their comfort zone.
And Kimi definitely deserved to know what it felt like to get a blowjob from the Max Verstappen.
The young man watched in awe as Max lowered himself down over him, lips hovering above his cock.
Charles was shocked. He'd never seen Max suck anyone off before, this was almost inconcievable in his mind.
The only reason you knew about Max's prowess, was through Nico. After the celebrations on the jet after Silverstone he told you stories about what Max used to be like, and how much of a whore he was.
Now you were seeing him in action, and boy was it worth it.
Weirdly, all the tension seemed to drain out of him as soon as he took Kimi in his mouth, and if the way the Mercedes driver was struggling to keep his composure was any indication, he was also doing a stellar job of sucking the soul out of him.
Charles gaped at him, and couldn't help wrap a hand around himself reflexively. It was such a turn on seeing Max like this, and hopefully this was a start to getting him where you wanted him for the end of season... event.
Kimi didn't last long. He would've been embarrassed if it weren't for the way Max's tongue was rubbing the underside of his tip with every stroke, a true pro.
Unlike Kimi or Oscar, he did have a gag reflex, but he worked around that with gusto, and it was sloppy. He was moaning into it, almost whining as he gave his gridmate the best head of his life.
Kimi had his head tipped back as he moaned, and came into the heat of Max's talented mouth.
Max looked wrecked, lips red and puffy, watery eyes lidded and hair tousled from the younger man's eager hands.
"Now then, Max. You have a choice" you smiled evilly.
"Either you fuck Charlie over here..." you ran a hand through Charles' hair, which made him shiver. "Or he fucks you"
Max immediately sobered up, and glared at you.
"Charles, get on your hands and knees"
You laughed. Of course.
Charles sure wasn't complaing either way, and he complied eagerly, and you and Max swapped places.
Kimi gazed up at you from where he was slumped on the bed, boneless after that apparently otherworldly experience.
"As for you, you can choose where I sit"
Kimi blinked, taking a second to understand what the fuck that meant, and then he realised.
He didn't think he would ever get hard again after that, so he pointed at his face.
You grinned.
The second your thighs caged his head in, he pulled you down onto his eager mouth.
Your clit having been cruelly neglected so far, the wet slide of his tongue over it sent shockwaves through your body. You were extra sensitive and you clutched his curls to ground yourself as you rode his face.
Max was apparently already inside Charles, because as usual, the Monegasque's arms had stopped functioning and he'd slumped face first into the covers.
He was stretched out like a cat, trying to escape Max's powerful thrusts, but it was no use with the tight grip Max had on his slim waist.
Between the four of you there was no way anyone in the neighbouring rooms wouldn't be very much aware of what was happening in here, but it was too good, and too late, to care.
"Hope this makes up for your race..." Max growled in Charles' ear, before trailing kisses over the man's shoulders.
Charles' answer was garbled, and pretty much incomprehensible but it seemed to be positive so Max chuckled and carried on, holding himself up with hands either side of the brunette's head to deepen the angles of his thrusts.
Kimi's face was soaked in your juices two or three times before you let up, and Charles was so riled up it didn't take him too long to cry out either. Muffled by the sheets he wailed, aftershocks rippling through him until Max finally took pity on him and pulled out, finishing over his deliciously plump ass.
Kimi was half hard, but he felt too sensitive to go again, so you sent him and Charles off to shower while you made Max change the sheets.
"So why don't you suck dick anymore? You certainly seemed to get off on it..."
Max sighed.
"I don't know. I think I used to do it when I was younger for... validation? Attention? So that the other drivers would like me?... Now that I am on the older side of the grid I don't like showing that kind of vulnerability I guess..."
He couldn't see the way you were biting your lip to stop from grinning too hard.
"So you become a whore when you've got old man dick in you is that what you're saying?"
He turned around to glare at you.
"That's why you were so subby when Nico fucked you on the jet... It all makes sense now"
He scoffed and threw the dirty bedsheet at you.
"And..." you continued. "It's not that you don't like getting fucked, it's that you don't want your rivals knowing you like it a bit too much"
"Oh fuck off!"
You laughed at him and helped him get the spare sheets on the bed.
"It's okay, Max. Your oral fixation is safe with me"
He rolled his eyes.
"If you tell anyone about this, I will tell everyone what happened at the after party in Abu Dhabi five years ago."
Your heart skipped a beat.
"You wouldn't"
He smirked, and the sound of the shower being turned off in the bathroom made the room eerily quiet.
“You can't go. The red flag is ending in two minutes”
“You said that twenty minutes ago”
Warnings: engineer!reader, piss kink, smut, kinda dubcon at first, dom reader, then it goes... into some wild territory lmao, probably too much italics
Fourth red flag of the session.
To hell with pole position, Charles couldn't drive like this.
His bladder was going to explode. Everyone knew Charles had a tiny bladder, so how dare they subject him to this.
He briefly considered going in the car.
Other drivers did it. Hell, even Max did it that time.
But he couldn't. He couldn't bear the humiliation of it.
But he knew if he got out of the car now he would risk losing out, and he couldn't do that either.
So he held it. It was all he could focus on.
How he didn't crash was a mystery, his body was on auto-pilot and his mind was entirely focused on the pain in his bladder.
Somehow, the session finally ended without Charles even realising it. P3, not bad considering the circumstances.
He almost crashed the car trying to get into the pit lane as fast as he possibly could, to hell with practice starts.
As soon as he stepped out of the car he started losing the battle, though, because as his feet hit the ground, he felt a spurt of pee come out of him.
He froze. Hopefully it wasn't enough to be visible through the fabric of his suit.
He wanted to run, but you were there, suddenly by his side to thankfully remind him that he absolutely needed to get weighed.
He cursed you out in his head but he was in so much pain that he let himself be steered towards the scale.
Once that was done there was only one thing to do.
Pray.
He prayed that you were steering him towards a bathroom, he still had his helmet on and his eyes were squeezed shut in concentration.
But when his feet hit carpet they snapped open in alarm.
Why the fuck had you taken him to his driver's room?
He looked at you in panic, and felt another spurt of liquid shoot out of him.
His body was giving up. He was now much too far from the toilets to get there in time, even if he ran.
He looked at you with tears in his eyes.
“Why?”
You just unzipped his suit and helped him get his helmet off.
“On your knees”
“But-“
“Are you disobeying an order?”
Charles whined. He knew the consequences of disobeying his race engineers orders.
“No”
“Then get on your fucking knees, Charles.”
He did so, and the pressure was even worse, he couldn't stop from leaking. Every few seconds another spurt, and he just sat there accepting his fate.
His hair was sweaty and sticking up in all directions because of his helmet, and his eyes were leaking almost as bad as his cock. He was flushed and crying.
He looked so pathetic, it made you wet.
And it made him hard.
Knowing you had that power over him, and that he would do anything to please you.
You pulled up your skirt and he gasped. You weren't wearing anything underneath.
You'd planned this. Charles looked up at you with something akin to betrayal.
You grabbed his hair to pull his head back.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Charlie?”
His adam's apple bobbed.
“Yes, sir”
“Good” you smiled. “Then make me come, baby. And then I'll return the favour.”
“But I still-“
You slapped him across the cheek with your other hand.
His cock hardened and by now he'd peed enough that a large wet patch was discernible on his crotch.
“I don't want to hear excuses. Do as you're told and you'll get a reward”
He choked out a sob and got to work. His hands went to the back of your thighs, and his lips were on your clit.
You were pushing him hard today, you were aware of that, but it was because there was something you wanted.
You wanted to see him squirm, and beg, and get so desperate that one touch would make him lose it.
As his mind concentrated on the task at hand, his body relaxed, and soon piss was dripping from his suit onto the carpet.
You inconspicuously shifted one of your feet, making sure it was in-between Charles' legs as he lost control.
As planned, your leather boot was covered, and you smirked, enjoying what he was doing to you and what you were doing to him.
His tongue was deep inside you, stroking your walls while he pressed his nose into your clit.
You grabbed his hair harder, and he moaned into your flesh as you used his face to get off.
It was messy. His whole face was soon covered in your juices, and you rode out your orgasm like that, rubbing yourself all over him.
You came down from your orgasm to see he was looking up at you pleadingly, wide eyes searching for a approval.
“What is it Charles?”
“I- I’m so hard, please…”
He sounded wrecked.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
He nodded. “Yes, please! I did what you asked, please it hurts”
You tutted.
“But Charles… look what you've done to my boot. You've gotten it all filthy”
His bottom lip wobbled, and he looked down to see that indeed, he'd soiled it. Along with a good square meter of carpet around him.
“I- I'm so-”
“I think you'd better clean it up”
You didn't know it was possible for a man to look more turned on than Charles already did, but he managed to surpass himself. His irises were black and his jaw unhinged as he stared at you.
"Yes, sir" he rasped, slowly leaning down and giving the tip of your boot a light kiss.
The first press of his tongue against the leather made his cock throb, and he shoved a hand down his suit to touch himself.
He was moaning freely, lapping up his own piss, god what a picture.
He could be such a good pet when he wanted to.
Once the boot was clean, he leaned his forehead on it and panted, each ragged breath coming in harsher than the last.
"Can I come? Please, I'm so close..."
You could hear the slick sound of his hand frantically moving over his cock.
"Oh course you can, you've been a very good boy for me"
And with that, he whined, high and out of breath as he came all over himself, adding to the wet mess in his underwear.
You pulled your skirt back down, making sure you were decent before making your way to the door.
"You might want to get someone in to clean the carpet before tomorrow."
Charles moaned weakly from the floor, giving you a thumbs up and you laughed.
As your heels clicked on the floor of the corridor, you smiled to yourself. You knew he wouldn't, he was much too embarrassed to get anyone involved.
You whined, knees pressed into the soft carpet, drooling on his slacks as his eyes raked over your body.
"Good boy"
He was watching you with that satisfied half-smirk, knowing exactly what his dominance did to you.
You needed this, to let go of everything and give him full control for the night.
It was his calm, almost bored demeanor that really got to you. The way he knew he could just sit there and give you quiet orders and you would obey without question.
You were that desperate.
His hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing spit over your lips as you tried to suck on it.
"Please" your voice was muffled around his digit.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
His thumb slipped between your lips, rubbing down over your tongue to make you drool even more.
"Please what?"
You moaned around him, savouring the moment before he pulled back to let you voice your needs.
"Please..." your fucked out gaze made him throb in his pants. But not as much as your next words.
Monaco. A truly magical place where anything can happen. Including potentially ruining your friendship with Max. With a plot twist.
Part 2 of the Monaco trilogy
Warnings: exhibitionism(technically), smut, choking, PinV sex, drugs and alcohol
"Max Verstappen wins the 2021 Monaco Grand Prix!"
You were pretty sure you were crying. Your best friend Max had just won the Monaco grand prix for the first time. One of the biggest achievements in Formula 1.
He lifted the trophy high above his head as you cheered from below. The whole Redbull garage was in chaos, everyone singing and cheering for Max. He winked at you before spraying champagne all over the podium, crowd, Lando and Carlos, all laughing and cheering at each other.
You couldn't help but feel sorry for Charles though, a DNF at your home race is always a hard pill to swallow. Hopefully he wasn't so bummed out that he wouldn't come out and party with you and Max.
The three of you were close, often hanging out whenever you were staying with Max in Monaco. Usually ending up at parties until ungodly hours, each of you finding company and going your seperate ways for the night, then meeting up the next day at a café, hungover and full of juicy gossip.
However this particular party felt a bit off for some reason. You'd managed to convince Charles to go out to a club instead of moping alone in his apartment. But there was a vibe. You weren't sure quite what the vibe was yet, but it was definitely there.
He was having more shots than usual, even after bad races. He was also hanging more around you instead of going to find girls to grind on and take back to his ridiculously giant bed. Not that you were complaining about it, you always welcomed Charles' company. But his arm found itself around you a little bit more often than usual. And you swore you saw him staring at your lips a bit too much for a public setting.
At one point Max found you and informed you he'd recieved a mysterious text, inviting you all to join him and a few other drivers at a yacht party. So the three of you went stumbling around the harbour trying to find the right boat.
Well, it wasn't exactly hard.
It was the biggest boat you'd ever seen, and in Monaco that was quite an achievement. It was more like a small cruise liner with so many people on it you were almost wondering if yachts could have a weight limit. It must have been some mega rich guy here just for the grand prix or something.
Before you could dwell on it too much however you heard a screech from above you up on the second deck.
"AYOOOO MAX! UP HERE MAN! AND YOU BROUGHT CHARLES FUCK YEAH! "
The three of you stared at Lando where he was hanging halfway over the railing, shirt way too open for decency, sunglasses almost slipping off his nose, and waving his glass around, getting himself quite wet. Nothing out of the ordinary for a yacht party, really.
Once you got onto the boat it was surprisingly easy to find the small group of drivers consisting of George, Alex, Lando, Lance, who was selling something around the place, Carlos, who had obviously taken whatever Lance was selling, and Checo in a corner feeling up a girl who was definitely not his wife.
You quickly lost track of the others as you all mingled around and made acquaintances. But after a few hours, a few drinks, and a few offers of whatever the fuck Lance had sold to seemingly half the boat, you got a bit lonely and set off to find people you knew.
The first person you came across was Lando, who had also taken something if the way he was incapable of focusing on your eyes as you spoke to him was any indication. He told you that Charles had been looking for you before going to look for some peace and quiet in the upper decks,
You got him a glass of water as thanks before going off to find Charles.
It took you fucking forever. The place was huge, and you even bumped into Fernando during your quest, who greeted you with a big sloppy kiss on the cheek before sauntering off.
Wow.
You found Charles sitting in one of the many upstairs rooms that sort of overlooked the deck below, where most of the crowd was, visible through massive windows.
By the time you'd finished ogling the layout you looked at Charles and found he was already staring intently at you.
"I know that look, Charles" You scolded him.
"I know you do. That's why I'm doing it" He grinned.
"Are you really that bored?"
"It is not about being bored. I want you"
You rolled your eyes. He always knew how to pick his moments, and he knew you could never resist him.
"But also..." he continued slowly, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him; his face changing into something more vulnerable "I want to have something Max does not"
Oh. This was a new development. Charles was jealous?? That didn't happen very often.
For a while now you and Charles had been fooling around. Max knew about it of course, you weren't exactly discreet, and you'd stopped counting the amount of times Charles had mentionned it off-hand in front of him.
It usually happened when neither of you could find anyone to take home and needed some good sex. And by god the sex was good. But that's not the point. The point was that you didn't really want this to happen on a random yacht, where anyone could see you if they looked hard enough up at the windows.
Add to that the fact you were pretty off your faces, and were possibly abandoning Max at this giant party, and it was shaping up to be the worst idea you'd ever heard.
"Because I thought this would finally be the year I would win at my home race."
"So I'm a replacement trophy?" You teased.
"Of course not" He grinned up at you "I want to give you all the pleasure that Max took away from me..."
You snorted, he was always a bit dramatic when he had a bit too much alcohol running through his system.
So, you ended up on top of Charles on the bed, facing the door, riding him like your life depended on it. At some point, his hand had made its way around your throat and was squeezing as your eyes rolled back and your rhythm faltered.
He took it upon himself to grab your hip with his other hand and start slamming into you from below. You moaned loudly, not caring about all the noise you were both making as the music downstairs pounded through the walls. After all the times the two of you had done this, he knew your body like the back of his hand, expertly fucking you speechless with minimal effort.
Then, you realised with a start you hadn't locked the door when a shadow appeared under the crack and the handle turned, door swinging open.
Of course it had to be Max. Life would be two easy otherwise.
As your eyes met, his widened and you gasped, cunt tightening briefly around Charles, who took it as a sign of you being close. Embarrasingly, the idea of Max seeing you like this turned you on so much you almost came on the spot. His eyes staring you up and down, at the way your tits bounced as Charles rammed into you, at the way Charles's cock was splitting you open, and at the way you were drooling all over yourself and down Charles' wrist, your own eyes fixated on Max's.
He looked more turned on than anyone you'd ever seen. You were probably quite the sight, being dragged up and down Charles' cock like a ragdoll. The thought made you clench again, so Charles groaned and tightened his hold on your throat, hips never faltering.
"Fuck- so tight." he panted, wholly unaware of his friend in the room. "Rub your pretty little cunt for me and come on my cock, baby"
Max's jaw dropped as you did what you were told and started circling your clit fast and hard. He'd never seen you take orders from anyone, much less Charles. And he'd never expected Charles to talk like that, especially to you.
He never expected to get this kind of insight into what you did with Charles, and something unidentifiable stirred in his gut.
You rode the waves and Charles kept babbling.
"Good Girl, fuck! Come on my cock." He slammed into you a few more times "That's my good girl..."
You moaned loud and came hard, not able to keep your eyes open any longer as you rode the intense pleasure as Charles spilled deep inside you.
When your vision returned, Max was long gone, and Charles looked pretty blissed out, not realising what had just happened.
You stared at the open door and the spot where Max had been standing. Your best friend had seen you in your most vulnerable state, and weirdly, you found yourself not minding it.
You didn't know how Charles would react though, given the state of mind he was in at the moment...
Tomorrow's debrief over coffee was going to be awkward...
He's too calm. Almost cold with the way he's gazing down at you, lying under him as he pushes his fingers in and out of you.
"You're going to come again. And again. As many times as it takes for you to break"
His bicep bulges with the steady movement, his other hand is holding you down. He's still fully clothed, while you are completely bare, hands tied to the headboard with your own underwear.
"I can't" you cry, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
"You can." He growls. "I will make you"
He slides a third finger in beside the first two, the stretch making you whine as your g-spot is abused repeatedly.
It's only a matter of minutes before you're coming again, toes curling, cunt clenching around him as he forces it out of you.
He slows down a fraction, but he doesn't stop. And as soon as you've caught your breath his other hand drifts down to thumb over your clit with mind-melting precision.
His lidded gaze doesn't change, but a small smirk tugs at his lip. He's enjoying this way too much.
He leans in close, ignoring your loud pleas of mercy and hovers inches away from your face.
Charles hadn’t told you what the shoot was for, or what he was going to be wearing.
Warnings: smut, sub!charles, anal play, plugs, public handjob, edging, pegging
Requested by 🍑 anon
You were watching him from your chair, with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. After at least an hour, he still hadn’t noticed your attitude, chalking up your quietness to the fact that you were shy given that you didn’t usually come to photoshoots with him.
Today you had time, so sure, why not? You’d thought. Could be fun.
But you didn’t know your boyfriend was going to be wearing a kilt. And not only that...
“Is he wearing anything underneath?” his assistant murmured to the stressed looking woman next to her. The stylist, no doubt.
“No” she answered, but she seemed more focused on the way Charles was standing, to not make any creases for the photos. “He wanted to be authentic, which is stupid because we wouldn’t be able to tell either way...”
She rushed off, the photographer was changing the camera lense and Charles’ bow tie was crooked.
You hadn’t even noticed the bow tie. Your brain was fizzing with thoughts of Charles and his bare skin against which the soft fabric of the kilt was brushing every time he moved.
He looked so good. Hair perfectly curled and styled... it wasn’t going to stay that way once you got your hands on him, that was for sure.
Once the shoot was done and wrapped up, you made your way over to Charles, and he embraced you in a hug, big goofy smile on display, still completely unaware of the thoughts running through your head.
“I hope that wasn’t too boring for you”
You were actually amazed at how oblivious he was. There was no way he didn’t know what he looked like, right?
“It was okay. Do you know where the bathroom is? I really need to go before we leave...”
He looked around the place with a frown. “Uhhh... I think there is one just up there” He pointed up the stairs next to you.
“Come show me, I don’t want to get lost in this huge place...”
He was confused, your sense of direction was always impeccable, but you seemed quite off so he decided not to argue and led you upstairs.
Indeed, the door immediately to the left was a bathroom, and you moved too quick for him to stop you in time, you pushed him inside roughly and shut the door.
He stared at you in bewilderment.
“What was that for?”
You stalked towards him, and cornered him against the sink. Despite him being taller, he looked like was shrinking by the second as the distance between you closed. Only when your fronts were touching did you speak.
“Were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” He looked genuinely confused.
One of your hands dropped to the hem of the kilt, and your fingers crawled underneath to meet his bare thigh.
“That you’re secretly a whore?”
Charles blinked, trying to understand where this was coming from, then your hand went higher and his breath hitched. He’d almost forgotten that he wasn’t wearing anything in the way of underwear, and as your hand rose his breathing got shallower. Anticipation heavy in his belly, he closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Your hand brushed his soft cock and he let out an embarrassing whimper.
“Why aren’t you wearing anything, Charles?” you asked, and he swallowed thickly as your hand wrapped around him gently.
“It- it’s tradition?... I don’t- I didn’t think-”
“Didn’t think what? That I’d care? That I wouldn’t go fucking nuts with my boyfriend walking around in a skirt with nothing underneath?”
He shook his head, eyes still screwed shut as you felt him chubbing up in your hand.
“Look at me”
His blue eyes were now almost black, pupils betraying how much he was enjoying this.
“You’re lying. You love the idea of people finding out how filthy you are. Walking around like this- jesus"
He wasn’t far off fully hard now, and he whimpered when you squeezed around him.
“Look at you, hard and shaking just from this. I bet you’re hoping someone walks in on us right now and sees how pathetic you get for me...”
Damn you and your intimate knowledge of all Charles’ kinks.
Your thumb brushed over his tip and he shivered, the amount of precome he was leaking helped the slide of your hand on him and he had to grip the ege of the sink for dear life to stay upright.
You pumped him hard and fast, his knees just barely holding on from buckling as he threw his head back and panted into the warm air of the bathroom.
Charles honestly hadn’t planned this at all, but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the turn his day had taken.
He was struggling to keep it together, every moan a fraction louder than the last.
The inside of the kilt was smeared with precome, and his mind reeled. He had no idea how he was going to go back down there and hide the fact that you’d just made him come his brains out in the bathroom. There was no way he’d be able to give the kilt back after this.
You felt it, the way his body was tensing up as it prepared for orgasm. But just when Charles’ breaths got heavier, you suddenly stopped.
His head snapped up and he gazed at you, the mad grin on your face scared him a little bit but it wasn’t enough to discourage the loud dissapointed whine he let out.
“Whores don’t deserve to come” you spat, and wiped your hand on his thigh before departing the bathroom and leaving him there panting, and with a noticeable tent in his skirt.
You made him leave with the kilt still on. As it turned out it was his to keep. Perfect, you thought. Though he was forced to give back the jacket, so he put on a white t-shirt. He looked so good you almost jumped him right then and there in the car park.
You made him drive in it, and you could tell he was uncomfortable with the stickiness against his skin. He kept shifting around as he drove, eyebrows pinched together.
Charles was actually getting nervous. He hadn’t planned on you going feral at the shoot, but he had planned a surprise for you once you got home... he wasn’t sure how you were going to react to it now, though.
You followed him into the apartment (thankfully there was nobody in the underground parking, nor in the elevator), then into the kitchen, and you pushed him down onto the table roughly, bending him over it, and he panicked.
“Wait! I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” you chuckled, hand slipping under the kilt to finally grab a handfull of his ample flesh. “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going to -”
The feeling of air against his skin and the sudden halt in your movements told Charles you’d seen it.
The plug he’d put in before leaving the apartment a few hours prior.
“Fuck. Charles, was that there the whole time?”
His forehead knocked against the wood of the table as he sighed. “I wanted to surprise you when we got home...”
You just stared open-mouthed at the offending object, it was a deep red, with a golden CL engraved in cursive letters. Jesus, you’d forgotten he had it. It was a funny gift he’d given you for your anniversary a couple of years prior, but he ended up using it more than you did. You hadn’t even seen it in months.
Charles could feel your eyes burning into the back of his head and a blush was rapidly spreading over his body.
Then your hand left its place on his hip and you backed away.
“Stay”
The order sent a shiver down Charles’ spine, and he obeyed, leaving his ass out and his forehead pressed against the table as you went to do god knows what in the bedroom.
He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and he couldn’t wait for whatever you were going to do to him. It had been a while since the two of you had indulged in something like this, and Charles had sorely missed it.
You came back a minute later, with lube and a strap-on.
Charles felt his stomach knot, and your hand pat his hip softly.
“You tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?”
Charles huffed. “Yes”
As if he’d want you to stop.
The feeling of the plug gently moving inside him made him shudder, and he let out a breathy moan when you finally started pulling it out. The way his body stretched around the thickest part almost made his knees buckle, but he managed to keep relatively quiet.
Until you roughly pushed it back in, almost as if you were trying to elicit a noise, and he choked on his own spit.
“Mean” he breathed.
“What was that?” you teased, grin evident in your tone.
"Nothing"
"I thought so"
You pulled the plug out and dribbled some lube on his ass, it dripped over his hole, down his sensitive skin and he hissed with the cold.
When the blunt head of your dildo breached him though, he stopped moaning about the cold and his breathing stopped altogether.
Maybe subconsciously this is what Charles had hoped would happen.
Inch by inch you stretched him out, your hands spreading him open obscenely, and when you nudged against his prostate he whined.
“Oh fuck, right there”
Somehow his voice was both deep and airy, not sure whether he wanted to fall apart or talk you through fucking him.
Thankfully he didn’t need to, you knew his body inside and out, and exactly how to fuck him well enough to make him non-verbal.
You rolled your hips experimentally, grinding deep inside him and his thighs trembled.
You leaned over and grabbed a fistful of hair, curls already damp with sweat and pulled his head back. Then, you fucked him. Properly.
He cried out on every harsh thrust, hips knocking against the table as you bullied your cock into him, grunting with the effort.
You couldn’t see, but Charles was drooling on the table and his eyes were rolled back in pleasure, and the looser his body became the harder you slammed into him.
“I’m not going to touch you, Charles” you panted, sweat dripping down your back. “Whores don’t deserve to be touched, so if you want to come it’ll have to be like this”
Charles’ neglected cock was bouncing with the force of your thrusts, but thankfully it was lightly rubbing against the underside of the kilt he was still wearing, probably drenched in precome by now.
He focused on that feeling, his sensitive tip rubbing the damp fabric, the stretch of your cock inside him, the abuse of his prostate... His moans got louder as he realised that he was so needy it would probably be enough.
You draped yourself over him and kissed the back of his neck, that changed the angle of your hips slightly, and somehow it was even better.
Then, the feeling of your heavy breathing against his ear caught his attention.
“M’gonna come inside you, baby”
Of all the things you could have said, that’s the one that made him come the hardest. He wailed, the pure absurdity of the words tipping him over the edge as you fucked him through possibly the best orgasm of his life.
He wasn’t aware of the noises he was making, he just rode the intense waves of pleasure frying his nervous system, and bit by bit you finally slowed to a halt.
He felt you slip out gently, and he knew you were probably so turned on you were ready to combust, so he forced himself to move.
How you managed to get the strap off so fast before he turned around he didn’t know, but he grabbed you and lifted you onto the table, and in a flash he was on his knees between your thighs.
He was right, it took only a few seconds of his mouth on your cunt to make you start trembling, and you were so wet he could slip three thick fingers straight in and up into your g-spot.
Your back arched in a sudden burst of pleasure and the taste of your orgasm on his tongue made him groan into it as his hands held you down, and he ate you out until you were forced to pull him off by his hair.
You were panting hard, staring at each other, your fingers carding through his ruined curls soothingly.
“If uhh... if you ever want to wear that kilt again around the house I definitely wouldn’t mind. I like it...”
Charles' wheezy laugh filled the kitchen. “Really? I didn’t notice. It needs to be washed first, though.”
