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[honeyandthunderstorms]

if I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

“Mr. Verstappen,” he gasps when his professor sucks the tender skin into his mouth, nipping with sharp teeth. “What– oh, Sir! Wh-what are you doing?”

“You asked for my help, didn’t you?” The alpha questions slyly. Charles whimpers and nods. “Yes? I’m just helping as you asked. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“But it’s wr–wrong,” Charles moans, his head tipping back and landing against Mr. Verstappen’s hunched shoulder.

“Does it feel wrong?”

“No.”

[honeyandthunderstorms]

hello, hello, hello! i just read your fic “if i pass this quiz, will uou give me your babies” — and i love every single word of it. <3

i was wondering, if there is a possibility that you’ll continue the fic? i think i’ve read the fic quite a few times this week. it’s just so good! you wrote max very well. plus, i never knew i needed a controversial!max (lestappen au) until i’ve read your fic.

well done! lots of peace and love for you!

helloooo :)

first, I want to say thank you <3 I'm so glad you liked this fic bc it quite literally took ahold of me and I couldn't physically stop myself from writing it. so it means a lot that you and others like it so much :))

so like, it’s a possibility but not a promise that I will continue the fic. I am currently in the process of moving homes within the next month (aka packing, organizing, cleaning, etc) & will probably not have the time to even update my current 2 ongoing fics, let alone this one that I didn't even plan to write more of. so in short, if I do continue to write for it, it probably won't be any time soon, but I am not opposed to the idea of writing more.

controversial max has taken over my mind though and I will probably write more of him and charles in the future, just maybe in different aspects instead of this fic. @beensinning has something cooking currently as well, but she will reveal that in her own due time hehe (I am sat and ready).

also, @sediciii brought up clothes sharing within my fic universe and I do want to see a pregnant charles in max’s shirts bc mmmmm ALSO, a lot of my commenters, I think, want lactation kink sprinkled in and I am definitely not opposed to writing that hehe

anyway, lots of love <333 thank you for sending this ask, I hope you have a good day/night :D

[honeyandthunderstorms]

i will be posting the 1st chapter to my new fic today, so I figured a quick lil snippet of the second chapter will be fun to post today to get y’all hype :) here’s my first WIP Wednesday <3

fic title: if I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

warning: age gap, power imbalance, mpreg, omegaverse

Instead of putting his heart into the lecture like he normally would, he keeps getting distracted by the image of the omega sitting front and center in his class. The omega who sits right in front of where Max stands to talk like clockwork; day in and day out. The very beautiful omega who is absolutely glowing at the moment and taking notes dutifully with his dominant hand while the other hand is splayed over his stomach. His rounded belly, only just now showing for the first time really. Or maybe it’s the first time it’s noticeable, but all Max can register is the way the omega is rubbing a thumb along the cotton of his shirt, right above where his belly button is. Max can’t take his sight away from the minuscule movement, even going as far as stuttering over his words.

Charles looks radiant.

Even though all students and professors are permitted to wear scent blockers at all times for their own safety, Max wonders if the other students can smell the milky scent lingering on him — the sweet, mouthwatering scent of motherhood — or if this is how they’ve all figured out the omega is expecting.

He also wonders if they can smell the underlying scent of the alpha who impregnated him — if they can scent Max.

After all, it’s his baby residing in Charles' womb. Conceived right over his desk during office hours, where anyone could’ve walked in and caught them. Charles, still so young and naive, looking for help because he just didn’t understand how his grades had slipped — and Max, known professionally as Mr. Verstappen or Sir, right on the verge of middle-age with grey peppering along his scruff and by his ears, divorced and eager to get a taste of such a nubile omega.

[honeyandthunderstorms]

if I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? — chapter 2

Even though all students and professors are permitted to wear scent blockers at all times for their own safety, Max wonders if the other students can smell the milky scent lingering on him — the sweet, mouthwatering scent of motherhood — or if this is how they’ve all figured out the omega is expecting.

He also wonders if they can smell the underlying scent of the alpha who impregnated him — if they can scent Max.

After all, it’s his baby residing in Charles' womb.