#Lestappen story

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✩ AFTER HOURS ✩ & lestappen smau

in which charles and max couldn't manage to hide their relationship !

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Charles Leclerc is in Maldives and it seems like he is enjoying his holiday!

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⤵ user57 : okay people first hear me out, max posted a story wearing the exact same trunks yesterday and now charles is wearing it THERE IS THIS RUMOR THAT saying THEY ARE SPENDING THE HOLIDAY TOGETHER OHHH

⤵ user89 : maybe they have the same trunks yk

⤵ user23 : now that's the tea, that's the story, that's the drama that's all I need

⤵ user34 : his body🤩

⤵ user65 : I think he hides something from us🤨

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Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc seen in the same beach. After Verstappen, Leclerc was caught by the cameras 😮 seems like the two rival is spending their holiday together.

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⤵ user09 : now that's odd

⤵ user45 : enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers...

⤵ user56 : do you think they race each other to see who is faster in the sea lmao

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⤵ user67 : I DON'T KNOW BUT do you really think they are friends or there's something more?

⤵ user99 : don't be delusional they are friends they can spend their holiday together just like the others do.

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Ari Atoll, Maldives

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make my heartbeat fast like Ferrari 🏎

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⤵ user11 : I bet he's talking about that blonde bitch

⤵ user23: Be honest with us PLS OMG

⤵ user04 : you are so hot 😫

⤵user55 : MAX LIKED THE POST? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ?

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⤵ user02 : charlie took the pic huh?

⤵ user45 : happy honeymoon loves :*

⤵ user34 : my brain can't comprehend what is happening right now

⤵ user67 : what a view :0

⤵ user56 : so you really are on holiday together and you are not lying

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After all of the rumors, even though there wasn't any confirmation made from the two, the rumored couple was seen holding hands in the paddock as they were back from the holiday. To respect their choice the comments on this post will be limited. Wishing them the best 😍

[lxndonorris]

hard tires - lestappen

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching Max surprises Charles right before the first training session in Monaco x word count: 1570+

After a year of anticipation, Formula 1 is back in Monaco, Charles' home race. The first training session is about to start in around 45 minutes, and he is still sitting in his motorhome, ready to change into his racing attire.

His team had already left for the Ferrari garage, and he asked to be left alone for a while, mentally preparing for the upcoming weekend. It's going to be a tough race, but that's the way Charles likes it.

He doesn't want to win effortlessly, not in the slightest, and his current car isn't making it all too easy for him. He shakes his head, a coy smile forming on his lips, thinking about racing this iconic track again.

He gets up from the sofa and walks towards the cupboard, his red fireproofs and red racing suit already waiting for him behind the wooden doors. Charles opens them, looks down, and licks his lips nervously.

"Okay." He breathes deeply. "Time to do this."

At first, he unbuttons his jeans, feeling them slide down his thighs to his ankles. He's already wearing a pair of slippers, so that makes it way easier for him to change. Charles steps out of his trousers, and with a quick comforting touch, he lets a hand brush over his crotch. Licking his lips again, he picks up the tight fireproofs and easily slides into the lower half.

He enjoys the feeling of fabric against his skin, how tight they are, flattering all of him. Again, Charles touches himself; this time, however, he pulls at it to fix it lovingly. He starts humming as he takes his Ferrari shirt off, with the faint scent of his cologne clinging to it.

Tilting his head, he feels a little stiff, partly due to excitement but also due to his nervous mind. Shaking his head and snapping out of this thought, he puts the upper half of the fireproofs on. As the fabric brushes against his nipples, he giggles to himself.

Unable to help himself, he starts to stroke himself once, then twice, getting more and more into it.

"Alm.. oost." He purrs, running both of his hands across his chest, his abs, and again, further down his body, feeling a tent forming in his trousers. Confidently, he hums again, barely hearable, yet his whole body vibrates slightly.

Now, he picks up the beautiful red racing suit and admires it for a second, looking at his name and the Monegasque flag, before he puts it on.

Charles enjoys this moment the most: getting ready to get into that car, flying along the track, and most importantly, living his dream. Not to mention how good he looks wearing this. With the upper half hanging down, he puts on shoes before stepping in front of the mirror. His eyes wander all over him before he lets his hands encompass all of him once more. It feels so good.

Charles closes his eyes, taking this moment in.

Then he regains his composure, opens his eyes, and runs both hands through his nicely-done hair. He looks perfect, as always. Smirking at his reflection, he nods.

"Enjoying yourself, Charles?" A voice penetrates his mind, snapping him out of his thoughts completely.

Startled, he turns around to see a figure standing in between the doorframe of his motorhome, arms crossed, casually leaning against it. It's none other than Max Verstappen, one of his biggest rivals since forever.

Charles feels his face flush with color instantly, accompanied by searing heat.

"It's not…uh…what are you doing here?" He stutters, his eyes darting from left to right, and then straight back to Max, who's just standing there, a sly smirk slowly spreading across his lips.

"I was going to ask you the same." Max smirks, still leaning against the doorframe.

While Charles' face is bright red, he tries to regain his composure again.

"I was just getting ready for training." He says, his soft voice barely hearable, a dozen thoughts racing through his mind.

"I can see that." Max tilts his head, his eyes now wandering down Charles' body, seemingly admiring what they see. He takes a step into the motorhome, his eyes still all over Charles' well-formed body.

He feels Max's eyes on him, causing him to blush even harder. They've been seeing each other for a while now, trying their best to keep their dating as private as possible, but at times, both of them are craving the other's attention.

Charles uses this opportunity to have a look at Max's body now too. He's already wearing his dark blue racing suit, and he looks so good in it too. The fabric adulates his form perfectly, and he is totally aware of it. Sadly, his suit is fully closed; even the collar at the top is tightly shut. Max would always do that to tease Charles, not letting him get a sneak peek at that beautiful body.

On the other hand, he enjoys the feeling of the fireproofs exposing his trained physique just enough to tease anyone able to see him like that. And it's working perfectly on Max right now.

He is now just a step away, but Charles knows that he is already wanting more, just by the way he is looking at him. Those shining eyes now slowly wander up his body once more until their gazes meet again.

"Fuck. You look hot." He breathes deeply, his voice almost growling.

Confidently, Charles tilts his head now.

"Is that so?" He says this, lifting his chin slightly. Moving his chest slowly, he makes sure to show off a little. His muscles are now testing the limits of his clothes as he flexes his biceps.

Biting his lower lip, Max takes a step closer again, one hand immediately reaching for Charles' arm, the other steadying himself against his firm chest.

As soon as he feels Max's hands on his body, waves of pleasure pulsate through his entire body, causing his muscles to tense even harder. With Max's fingers around his biceps, he flexes again, and the two of them let out a low groan, with Charles humming again.

He watches Max's eyes follow the movements of his hand while stroking Charles' chest with the other, brushing over his hardening nipples with the tip of his thumb.

"Like what you see?" He grunts, slowly blinking, and before he looks down at Max's body, all of him is tensing and bulging as well.

Returning the favor, he uses his other hand to stroke Max once, then twice, before letting his hand run down his chest, abs, and right to the enormous tent forming inside those pants.

"Oh yeah." Max growls, his body now reacting to Charles' loving strokes.

Then, Max moves his head just enough to look right into his rivals' eyes again. Their faces just inches apart, Max leans in, just to let his lips brush over Charles'.

"It's not like seeing you in this is giving me an instant hard-on every time." He growls, both of his hands now touching Charles' firm chest. who's taking one deep breath after another to steady himself.

Enjoying that gentle touch, he feels his body getting stiffer by the second when the faint scent of Max's cologne swirls around his nostrils. With one deep breath, he inhales all of it—that familiar smell, one that he will never forget.

For a while, what feels like an eternity, he closes his eyes, all of him taking this moment in, when he feels Max's hand move again, this time further down his body, tracing the visible outlines of his abs with the tip of his fingers, sending shivers down his spine.

"Fuck." A soft moan escapes Charles' lips, just to Max's amusement.

"Yeah, good." He grunts, breathing against Charles's skin, making it even worse to stand straight.

"Max." Charles moans again, leaning in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Steadying themselves against each other, both of them start touching each other's chests firmly while kissing again and again.

Max being the first to take it a step further, his hand finds its way back down, right between their thighs, to feel Charles' excitement grow harder and harder.

"That's... so good." He moans into Max's mouth, giving him goosebumps.

Just then, he pulls away, just enough to still feel Max's lips on his.

"We don't have time." He says it breathlessly, and Max nods.

"I know." He smirks mischievously again.

"This has to do, for now." Charles enjoys that hand still on his length, bulging inside his clothes, as he smiles shyly.

"I'm glad you came." He says, placing a single kiss right on his lips again.

"Me too." Max smiles, letting his hands wander all over Charles' body one last time.

"It's going to be hard hiding that now." He grins, feeling himself firmly. Charles' eyes are now back on Max's huge bulge before they follow his hand back across his chest.

"Same here." He mirrors Max's movements perfectly, and the two of them giggle.

"Uh. I'll leave you now." He blushes slightly, taking a step back towards the door. Charles nods, his eyes appreciating Max's body once more.

"See you on track," Charles says, and with a smile, Max is gone.

Taking a long, deep breath, Charles turns around again, looking at his reflection. His eyes instantly wander down again, and with a gentle stroke, he feels himself still being hard.

"Whatever." He shrugs, puts on a cap from the sideboard, and leaves his motorhome as well.

[alexandria-alexis]

“It was a long story” Max says, grinning as he gets ready to maxplain the entire lore of the inchident to us.

[jo-com]

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡° ➛ Recital

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Ballet reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: They show the whole world how proud they are for you by attending your recital, along with them was your cutesy little angel.

Genre: throuple and Wholesome moment with them

Note: This is not proofread and they contain grammatical errors also google translated french and dutch but i hope you enjoy

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“Maman?” Your two year old daughter babbled, her hands moving up and down and fingers balled up to a fist—creating a grabby hand like gesture.

Motioning for Charles to carry her to which he gladly obliges.

“Yes, mon bébé, we are going to see maman” Charles said in a toddler like voice and then proceeds to twirl her in the air earning a cutesy giggle from their daughter.

“Stop, papa” she laughed, gripping tightly onto charles’ shirt to avoid slipping off his embrace. “Okay, okay, i’ll stop in one condition.”

Charlotte cocked her head to the side curiously; waiting for her dad to continue.

“With a kiss” Charles added, grinning mischievously as he stared at their daughter’s expression. Her once curious gaze turned into happy ones after hearing his “condition.”

“No papa, kisses are only for maman” she shook her head a ‘no’ and rested both her hands on her tiny hips.

She was trying to look intimidating but with her doey face she just looked like a bunny trying to act tough.

With that Charles erupted into a fit of laughter at their daughter’s movements. Making charlotte lean her head to the side and looked at her dad confusingly— thinking what made him laugh like that.

“What are you guys doing? Have you even finished getting ready?”

Charles freezes, hearing a familiar voice that came from the corner of the room to where the door was— and let me tell you; that voice does not sound happy. At all.

“Ah mon amour, yes we’ve finished” he chucked dryly.

“But papa, we haven’t put in my bows” she whispered, well she was trying to at least.

“I heard that” Max said, his brows knitted to a frown and hands rested in his hip. Wow like father like daughter.

Charles widened his eyes and scratched the back of his neck, mumbling a low ‘oh hehe’.

Max rolled his eyes, not in a mean way though more like a ‘i am going to kick your ass later’ kind of way. “We’re going to be late” he muttered and carefully took charlotte out of charles’ arms.

“Come on Mijn liefste (my sweet), let’s get you ready”

“Do you need any help, Mon cœur?.” Charles asked, wanting to ease his lover’s anger. He smiled from ear to ear showing of his dimples and of course max can’t resist that look.

He shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes this time, “sure darling”— Charles’ heart then swelled with love at the nickname.

Without a moment to spear the two of them started to fix Charlotte’s bow.

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Finally, after what felt like forever they had arrive at the theater to where your recital was happening.

They walked along the crowded floor; looking for their reserved seat, and once they spotted their names they soon sat down and waited patiently for the show to start.

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“Curtains up in five people,” the assistant director yelled, loud enough for only the people in backstage can hear.

You sighed nervously— shaking off the nerves with a few practice Battement tendu. You do that every performance you do, just to let out some of the pre show jitters. It somehow calms your nerves down.

After five minutes was up, the spoke person started to announce the performance and tiny little information about the recital; along with it was the curtains being pulled up to reveal all the ballet dancers including yourself.

The First song was then played and all of you started dance gracefully to the beat of the sound— who ever watched it, will be amazed on how Synchronized you guys were. As if you all were one person that’s playing tricks on their mind making them think that you’re plenty.

Amidst the crowd, there charlotte was. Her eyes fixated on your dancing figure; she was at awe on how beautiful and elegant you look just by dancing alone.

She mindlessly tugged Max’s tux without breaking her eyes off yours.

“Maman is so pretty papa” she mumbled.

Her heart full of adoration for her mom. She wishes she could be there at stage with you and hug you like crazy.

Max smiled, looking at their daughter as she gazed at you; eyes filled with proudness and love. He then tapped Charles on the shoulder and whispered what charlotte said to him.

Now the three of them were smiling brightly.

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After the show ended, the three of them made their way backstage to your dressing room.

Charles was holding charlotte in his arm but she was quick to go down as soon, as you guys stepped in-front of your door.

She knocked frantically, waiting for you to open the door, when you did she ran as fast as she can and hugged you tightly down your waist.

“Maman, you looked so amazing back there” she yelled, her hug only getting tighter with excitement.

“Merci mon bébé” you smiled, stroking the roof of her head soothingly.

Both Charles and Max went towards you two and kissed the both sides of your cheeks.

“If you were there, you could see how adorable she looked” charles chuckled, making charlotte pout.

“You’re not supposed to say that papa” she grumbled and broke from your embrace and softly hit Charles’ leg.

Max and you giggled at the two; seeing them ‘fight’ was the cutest thing ever. At that moment you were so happy to have them, if you were to choose to replay one memory it would be this— the laughter from both your husbands and the pouty face of your daughter. Everything was just so perfect.

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Sorry I couldn’t write for a while because of my writes block😭😭 but i js finished this and there are more in my draft so i hope you enjoyed!!

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[thearchercore]

someone should write a fic where charles accidentally finds out max is watching his vlogs bc he keeps referencing niche jokes from them so charles starts (as an experiment) adding more and more thirst traps in them to observe how max reacts after every vlog while max is slowly trying not to lose his mind after every new vlog in his inbox

[hardcoresweet]

InChident?!

New scene appeared on the podium, so called Lestappen podium according to the internet. We've noticed there has been an intimate touch by Max Verstappen holding the waist of his rival Charles Leclerc.

When being asked about the strange close interaction, the RedBull driver is economy with his words as always, "It's just an inChident."

But is it true? We'll keep following in Las Vegas.

💙❤️

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Charles at quali and during the race tomorrow:

[caprifiles]

sometimes i look at lestappen and think “wow, charles' memoir in 15 years is going to make me crazy”

[il-predestinato]

Then:

Now:

Val d'Argenton 2012 vs. Austria 2023 ↳ Max Verstappen when it comes to "unfair" and his rival Charles Leclerc

[m1lkteaboi]

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment.

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment. The comforting weight of Charles, his lover, laying across his stomach. Two wine glasses glinted in the light on the coffee table, contrasting with the deep sangria colored wine it held.

Charles breathy laugh caught his attention, no doubt Lando texting an unhinged meme. Breathing deeply Max relaxed more against the couch, placing his calloused hand against the soft stomach of Charles hoodie. Charles paused his texting to place a quick kiss against Max's chest, impish mischief shinning in his green eyes.

Sometimes Max wished he could be in the moment forever, just the two of them in their own little world. Together.

[lxndonorris]

that smirk - lestappen

Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut (you've been warned) Charles is his flight to Australia, with Maxs 's Sports Illustrated with him. He can't help himself but get way too into the cover photo and needs to do something about it x Note: Hope you like it, thanks to @maxemilianverstappen for the idea :) I used a few more pics, hope its okay. word count: 2270+

After an uneventful start, the plane is now flying gently through the wide, open sky. There are barely any clouds around, and the sun is shining brightly.

Charles sits right at the window, wearing a pair of sweatpants, sneakers, and a plain white shirt. He's pretty nervous yet excited to finally have a Grand Prix in Australia again.

Thinking deeply, he imagines himself finally winning a race this season, which is overdue, which causes him to smile.

"Charles." A voice snaps him out of his daydream.

"Huh?" He flinches slightly, turning his head towards the sound. A young steward is standing right next to him, casually leaning against his seat.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you." He says, blushing.

"It's fine." Charles chuckles and shakes his head.

"How can I help you?" He licks his lips.

"I just meant to tell you that it's going to be a long flight." The guy says, handing him a few magazines.

"Here. In case you feel like reading something." Charles smiles warmly and accepts the offer.

"Thank you. I totally will." They exchange a quick look and a shy smile before the steward leaves.

There are not too many people on this flight; most of them took an earlier flight, taking all the necessary steps in Melbourne before Charles's arrival. He leans back towards the window, thinking about the race again.

However, now something else is dominating his thoughts. The one and only Max Verstappen. Charles' eyes narrow, remembering the last couple of races. Sadly, he didn't have the opportunity to get a place on the podium, yet Max did.

They have a complicated relationship; in their earlier years, they didn't get along too well. Right now, Charles enjoys racing Max very much indeed. He sees the Dutchman as his strongest rival, the one to beat, the one to dominate on the track.

But there is something else amid their on-track rivalry. Charles can't help himself but be attracted to Max. He is attracted to his outstanding looks, his honest personality, and his superb ability with a race car.

Even though he is envious of the car Red Bull was able to build this season, he wishes Ferrari would finally step up, giving Charles a shot at the championship.

Sighing audibly, he leans his head back against the soft seat and turns his head toward the few people hustling around him. It's going to be a long flight, and even though daydreaming is fun, he needs to find something else to kill some time.

He then spots the pile of magazines resting on the table in front of him, shuffles through them, and looks for anything worth a look.

At first, the usual gossip pieces are nothing too interesting, but then he holds the new Sports Illustrated in his hands, and who's on the cover? Max Verstappen.

Taking a deep breath, Charles takes a closer look at the cover: A huge picture of Max with his typical yet intriguing smirk.

He lifts his chin slightly, his gaze drawn to Max's beautiful eyes and to his soft lips.

'He looks so fine.' Charles thinks to himself, and his eyes get stuck on the playful smirk.

He knows this exact smirk just too well. It's the way Max would look when he was totally in control. Every time they'd talk about Max's outstanding performance in qualifying, his race win, or simply when he would tease Charles.

He remembers the last time they met in the paddock after the race. Max told him that he should kick Ferrari's asses to get upgrades so Charles could compete with him. The smirk popped up when he leaned in closer to whisper something into his ear.

"I want to have you at the front, so I can beat you on track." He remembers the way his voice sounded so rough—just so hot—and how Max's eyes wandered down his body, seemingly undressing him with his mind before their eyes met again.

"That's much more fun." Max's breath against his neck gave him goosebumps.

Charles relives this moment—the way his body reacted to the hot breath on his skin, the way his heart started racing—imagining finally competing against Max for the win, to finally beat him again, to show him what he has to offer.

He's remembering the last time he beat him during the Austrian Grand Prix last season. Remembering how good it felt to finally be on top, but most importantly, to be in front of Max.

When he sprayed him from behind, he felt his whole body react to it. Knowing it was his rival made this even better.

At that point, he couldn't hide his excitement anymore, and a coy bulge formed inside his red racing suit—all of this felt so good, earned, and made him hard.

Charles smirks with his eyes closed and dwells in that moment for as long as possible.

He opens his eyes and notices his hand firmly rubbing his length through his red sweatpants, subconsciously. His face instantly turns bright red, and he looks around, checking if anyone caught him. No one even pays too much attention to him; all of them are quite busy themselves.

Charles' eyes wander back to the cover, and the look in Max's eyes draws him right into it again. Taking several deep breaths, he feels himself getting harder with every second, unable to keep his hand from touching himself. There is nothing to distract him from these thoughts now.

"Fuck." A low, quiet moan escapes his lips when he grabs himself firmly. There is a visible tent forming in his tight pants, his nipples are piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, and all of his muscles are testing the limits of all of his clothes.

"Now?" He bites his lips before a louder moan leaves his mouth, and he basically jumps off the seat, the magazine firmly in his hands.

This, however, gets the attention of the steward again, so Charles uses the magazine to cover his bulge from prying eyes.

"Is everything alright?" He says, taking a closer step toward Charles, whos now blushing heavily.

"Yeaaah." His voice breaks, and he coughs, trying to cover the huskiness in his voice. "I just want to go to the bathroom." He nods and feels his face heat up rapidly.

This should work, shouldn't it?

The steward tilts his head before a polite smile forms on his lips.

"Oh, okay." He says, making some room for Charles to go through the plane. Charles makes his way through the plane and right toward the bathroom. Nervously, he passes most of the staff and his team, feeling their eyes all over him.

Do they know? They must know! His pants are barely able to hide his length at any time, but now it must be super obvious. 'Just stay calm,' he mutters under his breath once he reaches the unlocked door.

Anyway, he opens the bathroom door, rushes inside, and closes it behind him. Instantly, he leans against the cold door, letting out a low, guttural grunt.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He groans under his breath, one of his hands instantly grabbing himself again. His desire is imprinting through the pants, and touching himself makes it even worse—his member is still growing, and he feels him pulsating slowly.

Charles takes a few steps into the room, standing in front of the mirror. He's panting slightly, unable to catch his breath while feeling himself bulge harder and harder.

Leaning his head back, he holds back a moan, before looking back at the cause of this predicament, Max's cover. Breathlessly, he sits down on the toilet seat, one hand holding the magazine and the other now stroking his chest through his shirt. His muscles are so tight that his entire body is stiffening.

"This is fucking insane." He thinks, playing with his erect nipple for a second, before returning his attention back to his crotch.

"Are you going to do something about that, or are you just going to sit there?" He can hear Max's voice inside his head.

Gnashing his teeth, he grabs himself firmly once more. "Fuck off." Charles grunts, closing his eyes for just a second, trying his best to push these thoughts away, to calm down, and return to his seat.

"We both know this ain't going to work." He hears his voice again, and when he opens his eyes, he can see him standing in the corner of this room. Max is wearing that dark blue racing suit with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and the exact same smirk forms on his lips.

Charles's eyes wander all over Max's well-formed body before he turns his face away.

"What do you expect me to do?" Charles says angrily before lowering his voice when he hears someone walking around outside the room.

"There is only one way." Max shrugs, exposing his broad shoulders and chest, filling that suit completely. "Jerk off."

Charles rolls his eyes. "You'd love that." He scoffs, but when Max's eyes just wander to Charles' hand, still rubbing against his ever-growing desire, he lets out a low groan again. His body starts to heat up quickly, and he starts to sweat.

He knows Max is right; it's the only way to release this pressure slowly building up in his body.

Slightly pissed off, he lets the magazine drop to the floor, so both of his hands are free. Charles starts to stroke himself again, one hand on his chest, the other sliding inside his pants, touching himself through his briefs now.

"Very good." Max keeps smirking, raising his head to look down at Charles, who's now breathing heavily.

"Shut up." He growls, but at the same time, he cannot help himself but get even more turned on by Max's behavior.

After a few more strokes, he lets his sweat pants drop down to his ankles, exposing his length stretching his underwear.

"Nice." Max nods approvingly, but this angers Charles even more.

"Stop enjoying this." He says, a quick smile escaping his lips before his face turns hard again. This causes Max to lick his lips, still looking at Charles with that mischievous smirk across his face.

"What are you waiting for?" He hears his rough voice now echo through his mind as he grabs himself, moving his hand rhythmically.

Charles would never admit it, but he is enjoying himself as well now, and his body is giving it all away. Even though he is slightly agitated, all of him is reacting to his firm strokes, movements, and the heat all around him.

Feeling himself getting more and more into it, he gets up, uncaps the toilet seat, removes his underwear, and sits back down again. He can't stain any of his clothes, not here or now.

All of his muscles are now bulging harshly, with his chest, nipples, and abs being firm due to all this pressure. Charles keeps on stroking his chest while his other hand is moving up and down his length, edging him on and on.

"I could do that better." Max says suddenly, standing now right in front of him, his eyes locking with Charles' once he glances up.

"Want me to help?" He smirks. Holding back a deep growl, Charles licks his lips, unable to speak without moaning loudly. It feels like Max is actually in this bathroom right now. His presence, the faint scent of his cologne, and the sound of his rough voice fill the air all around him.

"I don't need your help." He grunts, but the thought of Max's hand on him intoxicates his mind.

Charles feels hands on his shoulder, on his thighs, and on his back, gently stroking him and encouraging him to keep going.

Somehow, Max knows all of his sensitive spots. He draws circles across Charles' chest, encompassing his abs and nipples with his fingertip through the shirt, before stroking his treasure trail.

"I could do it better, see?" Max's smirk grows larger as he leans in even closer.

Charles stops for a second, needing all of his strength to hold back a dozen moans and groans, trying to escape his throat.

"Like that, do you?" Max growls, his face now right in front of Charles'.

"Do it faster and harder, Charles." He demands, and Charles reacts instantly.

Many different thoughts rush through his mind. On the one hand, he feels humiliated to let Max speak to him like that; on the other hand, something inside him loves all of this.

He intensifies the grip around his member and moves it even faster.

"Al..al…almost". A rough, guttural moan escapes his throat. This causes Max to chuckle.

"Even harder, Charles." He says it breathlessly, almost moaning. Instinctively, Charles follows Max's lead and jerks off harder. He thrusts into his hand a couple of times, waves of pain and pleasure rushing through every fiber of his being.

"Fuuuck." Charles groans, and with that, his body goes stiff and rigid, the tension getting too overwhelming, right before he finally cums.

Unable to move for a second, he feels all of that pressure leave his body, and with a voiceless scream, his body slowly relaxes. Once or twice, he cums over and over again, luckily not on his clothes.

He raises his hand, stroking his own neck and running his fingers through his beard.

"Very good," Max says, but when Charles lifts his head, there is no one in sight.

He touches himself gently, slowly catching his breath, when he sees the magazine lying on the floor and that picture of Max smirking and watching him closely.

"That dumb smirk." He chuckles and cleans himself up before getting dressed again. His dick is still slightly bigger, and anyone could tell, but right now, he doesn't care anymore.

Standing in front of the mirror, he fixes his hair before looking for some deodorant lying around. Charles uses it across his whole body, trying to cover up the sweat and other scents. Satisfied, he touches himself once more, straightening his trousers, before picking up the magazine and returning to his seat.

[vroomvroommuppett]

i am in the mood to do throuple smaus so please send requests for the following

george x alex x reader

charles x carlos x reader

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lando x max x reader

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pierre x charles x reader

max x charles x reader

george x carmen x reader

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[souvenir116]

when you're on a spiritual level w bestie

[laura1633]

Charles winks at Max. 

Max bites his lip. 

They fuck. 

[twslug]

if you love me, won't you let me know?