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“What the fuck is that?!” Lando all but screeched while pointing to a video displayed on the tv screen. Charles squinted, unsure what the other Omega was cackling over, then looked down at his phone that was currently screen mirroring to the tv like it usually was every Friday night. 

This was the thing they did before kicking off their weekends—get wine drunk and scroll through the recommended page on Instagram with the hopes of finding things to laugh over or save for later. “What?” Charles asked, eyes skimming the different pictures on the screen.

“This, this!” he cried through laughter, hopping up from the couch to jam his pointer finger against one of the images in the lower right hand corner of the screen. Charles clicked on the video once he found it on his screen and almost immediately regretted it when the video of a person pushing their fingers through a cut open papaya displayed on the screen.

“Oh my God…” he breathed out, eyes going wide. There wasn’t any talking, just light music playing in the background while whoever was currently fingering the orange fruit pushed the pads of their fingers a little deeper into the golden flesh in order to get juice flooding around the thick, veiny digits.

The person was finger fucking a cut open papaya.

“There’s no way this is real!” Lando was all but sobbing with humour. “Charles, Charles go to their profile, please!” the Brit begged. He took a shaky sip of his wine as he clicked on the tag, @juicyfruit, to pull up the profile with dozens of videos just like the papaya sprawled out before them. 

“I have to text Carlos about this. He’s going to wish he didn’t miss wine night,” Lando wept with joy. Charles, on the other hand, was affected in an entirely different way when he clicked on a video of a blood orange towards the top. 

It started differently this time with the person’s thumbs tearing open the orange peel to reveal the burgundy fruit hidden within. Red juice splattered onto the white marble counter they worked on, but this time, the person fucking the fruit pushed their middle finger deep into the hole at the top of the blood orange with a soft squelch that could faintly be heard behind the music. 

Charles could only hope the fingers belonged to an Alpha.

“Please tell me you aren’t getting turned on by this,” Lando suddenly pleaded beside him. Charles blinked rapidly, then clicked out of the video with a sudden panic. The Instagram handle would be easy enough to remember for later. “Oh my God, you totally are,” Lando complained.

“I am not! I just… it’s been a while since I’ve actually been fingered, okay?” Charles bit back. He returned to the recommended page with a blush high on his cheeks that he readily blamed on the wine when Lando pointed it out. 

The next morning, after the other Omega had left and Charles was alone to his own devices, he found himself in the bathtub scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. He liked a few pictures here and there and stalked Pierre for a little while to see where in the world his friend was now. The Beta was always up to something.

He accidentally clicked on the reels button instead of going to search for what Sebastian had posted recently and found himself staring at the start of a video where one of the millions of Instagram bakers was slicing up blood oranges for a fruit tart. Charles’ mouth went dry in seconds.

When he went back to search, his fingers typed in an entirely different name than Sebastian’s and he found himself once again staring at the videos belonging to @juicyfruit. Charles quickly skimmed the account’s bio along with the colourful highlights beneath the follow and message buttons.

juicyfruit (24, he/him) 
Alpha
nsfw content 18+
dms open for video suggestions 
getting better in the art of fingering, one fruit at a time

Charles bit into his bottom lip and clicked on the most recent video which had been posted only three days ago involving a cantaloupe. It had already been cut in half and rid of the seeds within the centre, leaving behind a shallow hole that two thick fingers traced to begin the video.

The fingers slid down into the chasm, putting just enough pressure to make juice seep out of the orange fruit and leave behind a sheen that reminded Charles very much of the slick that pooled between his thighs sometimes. He could already feel it building up inside of him as much as he didn’t want to admit it.

His other hand slowly wandered down under the bubbles within his bath, making the whole situation just slightly better since he couldn’t see what he was about to do to himself. Charles’ pussy was already soaked as soon as he slid his delicate fingers through his soft folds, replicating what the Alpha was doing to the cantaloupe. 

“This is so fucked up…” he breathed to himself. 

The man continued with his slow movements of his fingers against the fruit, not yet burying his fingers inside, but not giving attention to it anywhere else either. Charles shivered despite the hot bathwater around him and nearly whimpered with relief when the Alpha moved his fingers up to the top of the gash in the cantaloupe to swirl his fingers where the clit would be.

The attention to his own throbbing bundle of nerves sent icy fire through his veins with pleasure and Charles could feel his eyelids getting heavier while the wrist holding up his phone started to turn more slack.

The Alpha didn’t linger long, just enough for edging, but carried on by pressing his fingers deep into the orange fruit at the base of the opened hole he’d made. Charles moaned softly as he breached his tight entrance with two of his own slim fingers, almost forgetting what it felt like to be fingered.

Juice pooled up around the man’s thick digits while the golden fruit softened around his insistent touching to make room for the path he was creating inside of it. Charles mirrored the action—in and out with such painfully slow strokes he wanted to yell at the man behind the screen to pick up the pace.

As the man continued to finger the cantaloupe, he twisted his hand around so his palm was facing upwards and he could get his thumb back on the imaginary clit belonging to the fruit. It was like bliss to Charles as soon as he followed the silent instructions.

The video continued on like that for a few more seconds, then stopped with the screen dimming and the rewatch button popping up instead. Charles groaned, but hurriedly tapped the screen to loop the video for another time. 

When he got to the change of position for hand, Charles said screw it and picked up the pace, letting his eyes close as his mouth opened slightly to draw in sharp breaths. He was so close—so fucking close. Soft whines slipped out of his throat while slick poured out into the bath water from how quickly he was fucking himself. 

He swiped his clit just a few more times with his thumb, feeling how much it had hardened because of the focused attention, then came hard as a sigh of content filled the air from his pleasure. 

Charles’ now softened, sopping walls clenched around his fingers rhymically in hopes it was milking something, but no cum filled his pussy as much as he wished for it. He eased his fingers out after a moment and tsked at how wrinkled they’d become before he turned his attention to his phone which had gone dark.

“Nice, Charles…” he huffed to himself. He quickly unlocked the phone with his flustered face and, as much as his brain told him it was a bad idea, hit the follow button. The phone was promptly tossed to the floor then while Charles got started on cleaning up his now puffy folds. Perfect.

*****

Charles didn’t want to admit how often he visited the fruit fingering profile. By the time the next wine night rolled around, he’d gotten himself off every day to a video or two that was on the Instagram page. The latest one he’d indulged in was a fig, but he didn’t want to think about it too much. He was completely and utterly fucked.

The sentence dms open for video suggestions weighed heavily on his mind every time he checked out the profile and a trip to the grocery store only yesterday fueled his mind with all kinds of things. He sat himself up in his bed on Thursday night with his third glass of white wine, staring at the direct message screen.

The wine had made him tipsy enough—it was a matter of inner bravery that was up next. He quickly took another sip of his wine before setting the glass to the side and typing out the message he’d thought of all day.

Would you be willing to do a dragon fruit video? It’s the colour of my pussy x

Charles stared at it for a moment too long, thumb hovering over the send button. “Fuck, this is so stupid,” he groaned, clutching the screen to toss his phone to the side. He wasn’t sure how long he gazed at the ceiling of his bedroom in thought. What was even going to come out of that? The Alpha made the video and Charles got off to it for a week knowing he’d been the one to suggest it?

It wasn’t like the guy was going to ask for his number or to meet up or randomly fall in love with him or anything. 

He reached out to grab his phone again to delete the message when his eyes locked onto the sight of his message already sent to the account. “What? No, no, no…” he whimpered. Charles licked his lips and quickly pressed down on the message to unsend it. 

Warning: The message you have sent may still be viewable by the recipient after you unsend it. Are you sure you would like to unsend it?

Oh shit. Charles swallowed down the lump in his throat and hit the cancel button with a growl of frustration. He was such a fucking idiot. He snatched up his wine glass, downed the rest of it, then promptly shut off everything to go to bed. At least he wouldn’t be considered a coward if he was eventually judged at his death. 

When he woke the next morning, nothing had come from his dm and he felt significantly better because of it. The guy had a good amount of followers, probably got messages all the time like Charles had done, so would he really be phased once, or if, he saw it?

Charles got ready for work, prepared for another day of editing whatever copies his assistant sent to him from promising books the company had signed contracts with. He settled at his desk in the living room, glasses on and hair still a bit messy, while sipping at his tea as his computer booted up.

He wasn’t even halfway to his mail when a notification dinged on his phone.

Juicyfruit just posted a video.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows and wondered faintly when he’d turned on notifications for the account. He hadn’t been that drunk, had he? He picked the technology up and went to Instagram to find a new video up with a mango—not a dragon fruit, but still acceptable based on the way the Alpha buried his fingers into the golden fruit right off the bat. Charles felt himself slick up immediately. 

“Fuck, okay, work in a bit,” he made a deal with himself. He slid his hand into his sweatpants, fingers dipping inside of himself with ease, and hurriedly got himself off to the same vigour that the Alpha was currently giving to the mango. 

His pussy clenched hard around his fingers as loud moans slipped out of his mouth, and within only minutes, the angle of his three buried fingers inside of his slicked up walls hit something new and electrifying that made him squirt within the soft fabric.

“Oh, fuck!” Charles squeaked, heart racing inside of his chest as his orgasm washed over him and his chair was left in a pathetic puddle of slick fluid. He’d never in his life done that before. 

The Omega was breathing heavily when he stood up on shaky legs to stare at the mess he’d made, lips parted in surprise. A buzz on his phone made him jump and whimper when the tightness between his legs stimulated his overworked pussy. 

The message on the screen made just a little more slick dribble down the inside of his thigh to further soak the grey fabric.

Juicyfruit: I’ve never done a dragon fruit before actually, so I’ll add it to the list. I’m sure you’ve got a perfect pussy, just as delicious and soft x

Trying to work for the rest of the day was borderline painful. Charles eventually cracked around noon and texted Lando to confess his sins, but the other Omega called him as soon as, ‘I dm’d the fruit fingering guy,’ was sent to his phone.

“You did what?!” Lando squealed when the call was answered. 

“Okay, look, I-I can explain. I followed the account because… because…” 

“You were turned on, you fruity whore!” Lando accused.

“Lando, shut the fuck up! Okay, yes, fine! But I followed the account and got wine drunk last night and sent him a dm for a video request along with… along with a… um, message about… my pussy,” he hesitated to get out.

For a moment the line was quiet until Lando whispered, “You sent him a message about your pussy?! ” By the time he was finished with his question, his words had crescendoed greatly, leading to Charles pulling the phone away with a wince. 

“Yes! And he responded!” Charles cried, collapsing on the couch.

“Oh, this better be good. What did he say?” Lando pressed.

“Um, he said that… He’s sure I have a perfect pussy, just as delicious and soft. With an x on the end.” 

“Oh my God, you so have to send him a picture of your pussy now,” Lando hissed.

“W-What?! …Wait, really?” 

The conversation continued back and forth with Lando slowly convincing Charles to send a nude to the Alpha, reasoning that it could be some online fun for a while and that it didn’t have to mean anything. Could be a good way to get off instead of to fruit, the Brit explained. And, honestly, it wasn’t really a bad idea, per se. 

Charles wasn’t a shy person by any means. When he was in uni, he kissed whoever he wanted at clubs and always found an Alpha to help him through his heats, so it wasn’t like he was insecure with his body in the slightest. Sending a picture of himself to some random fruit page wasn’t daunting to him, but he figured he should probably build up to that instead of just sending a picture of his pussy right off the bat. 

So, with anxious fingers, he typed back in the dm after putting a heart on the response.

I could show you if you’d like? Just so you know which dragon fruit would match best x

He sent it with a small squeak and turned off notifications so he could finish his work for the day. Once he was finished with editing… then he would check to see if there was a response. “All in good time, Charles,” he whispered to himself. 

He really needed to change his sweatpants.

*****

Max stared at the message on his screen, mouth dry and heart beating fast in his chest at the message from Charles. Charles. His friend, Charles. He went out for drinks with the guy almost weekly along with their friend group and had been to his apartment more times than he could count on two hands. 

He’d admired the Omega from afar for months now and couldn’t believe that Charles was offering to send him a picture of his pussy through Instagram dm without knowing Max was on the other side. He ran a hand down his face and put his phone down, unsure of how to respond to the newest message. The first one had been a shock and he’d triple checked to make sure it was really the Charles Leclerc messaging his account. 

Carlos had mentioned that Lando and Charles found the account at their last wine night, but he assured the other Alpha that he hadn’t said a word to his boyfriend about the account belonging to Max. Carlos had been the one who encouraged him to make it after all when Daniel broke up with him. 

“You just… You just don’t finger me or eat me out right, okay? You’re perfect everywhere else, Max, but I’d like to get some pleasure out of this relationship, too. I think I want to break up,” Daniel had said a year ago. 

So Max did something about it to get better. The idea had come when Carlos stupidly stated grapefruit looked like a pussy on the inside, then their idiotic Alpha brains had gotten to work almost immediately.

Now, though… Max wasn’t sure it was a good idea anymore.

Charles was so ungodly out of his league, it wasn’t even funny. Max had always considered him something to admire from afar but never pursue. The Alpha had been bullied relentlessly growing up for his looks, so when Daniel came along, he thought he was the luckiest man in the world to have the golden Aussie in love with him. Being a virgin when they started dating had been his downfall, however. 

Okay, if he let the douche thoughts in, this was an opportunity to see Charles Leclerc’s pussy. If he let his nice guy thoughts in, though, the ones he listened to every day, he knew he shouldn’t take advantage of that. 

Charles had been over to his apartment often alongside Lando and Carlos, so he knew the scenery and would be able to recognize it if certain things appeared in the video. If he was able to do a new recording with something showing in the background Charles recognized, maybe that would fix this?

They wouldn’t have to talk about it—Max would never bring it up and embarrass Charles like that—and no one would be the wiser. That sounded like a solid enough plan. 

He strode to his fridge to pull out the first fruit he could find, a peach, and decided he hadn’t done one of those in a while and could be good practice if he ever had to work open a tight hole. God, what if Charles had a tight hole? Max quickly shook his head. 

Max set himself up at a different angle, opting to tilt the camera where the backsplash of his kitchen would be seen with the cook books and utensils while his forearms showed as well. It would be new for himself and his viewers, but it could be good. He hit record before he could talk himself out of it.

The video was messy and the peach was filled with more sticky yellow juice than he’d anticipated, meaning he had to lick his fingers clean as soon as the video was over and the peach was successfully worked open by his fingers.

All of his comments told him how good he was getting—those that had been there from the start of his journey—and he appreciated all of the tips he got every now and then. He quickly dumped the peach into the blender along with other fruit, not wanting it to go to waste but not wanting to look at the hole either, and uploaded it while making a smoothie.

A few people liked it almost immediately with excited comments about the change of scenery while the number 4 popped up in the top right of his screen where the dm’s were. 

The Alpha clicked on the messages and read the first three, basic suggestions with flirting, then moved on to the last which had the message view image next to Charles’ name. Oh, fuck. 

Shit, shit, was he prepared for this? No, absolutely not. Charles would see the video he posted then unsend it. He would. Max just needed to give it some time, yeah. So he hurriedly clicked away and choked down the smoothie before clambering into the shower. 

Meanwhile, Charles was nervously biting his thumbnail, naked on his bed though covered in his nesting blankets. Juicyfruit had uploaded a new video of a peach, but hadn’t seen the picture he sent which Charles was honestly thankful for. 

He was currently scrutinising the background in the video that seemed so fucking familiar it hurt. Without another thought, Charles screenshotted the video and sent the image to Lando. 

Charles: Does this look familiar to you??? Please tell me I’m not losing my mind. 

After a moment or two, his phone buzzed back.

Lando: Holy fucking SHIT, that’s Max’s apartment. 

Charles’ heart stopped inside of his chest because the other Omega was right. That was Max’s kitchen—the blue tile backsplash was too hard to replicate and he only knew of one person who had light wood kitchen utensils beside a sign that read: Yeah I’m an Alpha, but I'd prefer to be a Gamma. They have a higher rate of penetration. 

That was Max’s stupid little sign. 

He’d just suggested to Max to finger fuck a dragon fruit. He’d just said that his pussy was the same colour as a dragon fruit. He’d just sent a picture of his wet pussy to Max. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” he whined.

Charles covered his face with his hands in embarrassment and tried to think through what he’d done. First off, Max had flirted back with him to be fair. Second off, he hadn’t said anything to Charles to say who he was, so that was good, right? He didn’t want to humiliate him. He also wasn’t turning him down either. 

I’m sure you’ve got a perfect pussy, just as delicious and soft x

Look, Charles was going to be honest. He’d always considered Max off limits because they’d met when the Alpha was dating Daniel. Daniel was tanned, tattooed, and so smiley that it even made Charles insecure with his happiness about things. 

Max looked at Daniel like he was the whole world bathed in sunlight and Charles had only wished for years that an Alpha would stare at him the same way. He’d been able to kiss and fuck guys when he was younger, sure, but that had never led to anything serious. Seeing Max in love was like… well, he wanted it. He envied Daniel.

Daniel didn’t even seem to care. 

When they broke up, Charles had gone out drinking with Max, Carlos, and Lando almost every weekend because the Alpha was so heartbroken. His scent was bitter unlike the usual sandalwood-ocean smell and it had even started to hurt Charles to see him that way. 

It never seemed like a good idea to try anything with the Dutch Alpha, though. He didn’t want to overstep, especially not when Max had been so deeply in love with another Omega. He didn’t talk about why they broke up, but everyone seemed to understand that it was something that had delivered a terrible blow to his ego. 

Now… now he was finger fucking fruit on the internet and flirting with Charles. Had he uploaded the video with the background as a way to subtly hint to the Omega that he was someone he knew? A friend? 

Now he had a picture of his slicked up pussy. 

Charles bit his lip, swallowed down the lump in his throat, then returned to his conversation with Lando.

Charles: I’m going to go for it. Fuck it, he flirted with me, right? He knew it was me and still did it. Clearly he’s fucking fruit with his fingers for a reason, so maybe he’s officially moved on from Daniel. This could be a good thing???

Lando: I admire your bravery, slut. Go get that fruity knot, baby. Let me know everything!!!

So Charles let the photo stay, didn’t unsend it, and liked the video that Max had posted. He was going to make this fun for the both of them then. They both deserved it. 

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Max stared at the view image message for a moment too long, standing in the corner of his shower so the water wouldn’t damage his phone, then said fuck it before clicking on the message. What popped up made his cock harden almost instantly. The picture had been set to infinite time, so Max could stare with a slack jaw and slightly swollen knot already. 

Charles’ pussy was just as perfect as he was. It was tiny, completely hairless, and varying shades of pink. His folds were like silk—small, slightly puffy, and matching in colour to the cherry blossom trees planted outside of his apartment complex. His clit was tiny but definite in its placement with a hood the shade of strawberries. His mouth watered at the sight.

As Max raked his eyes lower, he couldn’t help but groan at how tight Charles’ hole was. The inner labia was the darkest part of his pussy and a near exact shade to the exterior of a dragon fruit while his entrance was pomegranate red and begging to be spread open. 

The sheen of slick over everything reminded him of candied fruit, glossy from the boiled sugar that rested over it. His free hand wrapped itself around his cock as soon as it was completely stiff and borderline painful with how turned on he was. 

Max’s eyes drooped with relief as soon as he started to jerk himself off to the picture of Charles. There were a few beauty marks scattered around his pussy on his thighs and, for some reason, that only did it more for the Alpha.

He could imagine his fingers working the tiny hole open, softening and stretching the wet walls as slick dripped out steadily. He’d work up to three fingers to get Charles really ready for his cock and eat him out too, just for good measure. Max didn’t like to practise on the fruit for that. He preferred watching videos to study instead.

A few more tugs to his throbbing length and he felt like a teenager again with how rapidly he coated the wall in spurts of hot cum, his knot inflating to its greatest potential with little relief when it realised he hadn’t locked himself into an Omega. 

“You sad fucking…” he trailed off, took one last good look at the picture, then clicked out of it with a sigh. Before Max could think better of himself, he began to type out a message to send in response.

Juicyfruit: You look absolutely delicious. I wish I could sink my fingers into you, see and taste your slick. I bet you’d be like a grapefruit—sweet and juicy. Thank you for your… help ;)

As soon as he hit send, a text came in at the top of his phone from Carlos.

Carlos: Hey, are we still on for drinks tonight? I know we made plans like three weeks ago but Lando has been looking forward to it for some reason. He went over to Charles’ to get ready, whatever the fuck that is.

“Oh fuck… Fuck, fuck, shit,” he swore loudly. He’d completely forgotten he was hosting that tonight. And Charles was coming. The Omega had liked his video, hadn’t said anything or messaged him freaking out that it was Max, so he either didn’t realise that it was him in the videos or he didn’t care. Max figured it was most likely the former.

Max: Yeah, that works. 19:00, see you then.

The Alpha shut off the shower, running his hands over his face with a groan, then turned his attention to the cum still stuck to the white tile of his shower. “This is going to go great,” Max grumbled. 

He spent the rest of the day cleaning up the apartment, making sure everything in the kitchen was spotless and all the fruit was hidden away in the fridge’s side doors. The beer was front and centre with the hopes no one would pay attention to the different kinds of fruit right next to it while the liquor was on the counter. Maybe no one would want beer?

Max ran his hands anxiously through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror a few times, flicking his eyes over to the clock that was only twenty minutes out from 19:00. “Right, okay,” he murmured to himself.

The Alpha strode towards his bathroom to pop an emergency blocker pill in the hopes that being around Charles wouldn’t cause too much of an effect on his hormones, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He even put on cologne that his mom had bought him last Christmas. 

He was going to be cool about this. He was going to offer to get anyone beers if they wanted them and he wasn’t going to mention fruit at all. He was going to look at Charles normally, act like nothing was going on, and that he hadn’t just jerked off to the picture of his pussy without knowing he’d sent it to an Alpha he knew.

Max groaned as he leaned against the counter. This was going to be a disaster. He already liked Charles—had a crush on him only months after Daniel broke up with him—and everything that had happened in the last few days had turned into further fuel for his terrible Alpha hindbrain.

God he wanted to fuck him so bad. But he also wanted to take him out on a date, have him over to cuddle, listen to what books he was editing, hear him sing in the shower like Lando accused him of doing. He wanted Charles more than anything. The fruit wasn’t making it easier.

A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts and made him look at the clock on the wall instantly. He’d spent twenty fucking minutes lost in thought about how he was going to keep it cool around Charles. What an idiot.

The Alpha smoothed down the front of his shirt, then walked to the front door to open it with a grin. “Hey! Come on in,” he greeted excitedly. Carlos hugged him first, clapping a hand on his back, then Lando followed with a mischievous little grin that Max wasn’t sure he liked.

When Charles came in next, clad in the tightest black jeans Max had ever seen him wear, he knew his plan was out of the window. “Hey, Charles. Good to see you,” he choked out as he hugged the Omega. Charles didn’t seem to be affected at all by their meeting. That really did mean he had no idea he was talking to Max then, didn’t it?

“Good to see you too, Maxy,” Charles replied warmly. The hug lingered just a second too long, then Charles was pulling away to crowd the counter and look at the different types of liquor. 

Everything fell into comfortable laughter and discussion after a while as music played in the background to drown at any silence that may be present between their conversations. Charles was sipping on a gin tonic Max had made for everyone and was starting to feel pleasantly warm inside from the liquor. He was so close to the Alpha too that the older man’s delicious scent was turning his mind fuzzy. 

He and Lando had come up with a plan while they were getting ready and the alcohol was thankfully starting to take over to handle its side of the plan when it came to getting some bravery into his body.

He finished his drink, poured himself some sprite with vodka, then glanced at Max who was happily debating something with Carlos while Lando rolled his eyes at them both. “Hey, Max? Do you mind if I find something to eat really quickly? I didn’t get to have dinner before we came,” he asked innocently enough. 

Max’s whole face seemed to drain of colour, but he nodded quickly with a smile that covered up his internal panic. Carlos and Lando had started to talk amongst themselves as Max headed towards the fridge. 

“Uh, yeah, of course. I have things to make one of those charcuterie boards you and Lando like? I don’t really know how to put them together…” the Alpha trailed off.

Charles couldn’t help but find the way he nervously scratched the back of his head cute. “Oh, no, that’s okay! Do you have, like, an apple or something? Just something quick to eat,” Charles deflected knowingly. 

As soon as Max jerked his eyes over to the Omega, Charles knew that he caught on to what he was doing. Charles narrowed his eyes in challenge as a small smirk spread across his lips. Max’s scent changed almost instantly from something anxious to something dark—he knew exactly what the Omega was up to. “You want fruit,” he stated lowly. 

“Mmm, that’d be nice, yeah. Will you hand me something? I’m sure anything you have in there is delicious,” Charles shot back slyly. Max swallowed hard at the last word Charles used, but opened the fridge wide anyway to expose all of the different fruits he had piled up in the fridge.

“Are you two talking about something interesting over there? Anything you’d want to include us on?” Carlos asked smugly from behind them. 

The little mood they’d put themselves in dissipated somewhat at the remembrance that there were other people, so Charles just laughed and shook his head as he turned back around to the others. “Nope, just asking for something to eat,” he assured. Lando winked at him at the same time Max set an apricot next to Charles. 

“Here. One of my favourites,” Max suggested. The Alpha clenched his jaw as he wormed himself back into a normal conversation, but Charles wasn’t done yet. 

He was messy and noisy as he cracked open the apricot to pluck the pit out from within. One glance down at Max’s hands told him the Alpha was barely keeping it together with how white his knuckles were. 

Charles shuffled a little closer, bumping their hips together, but kept his face neutral and flicking between his friends when they talked while he started to eat the fruit. On any other day, Charles would care that the sticky yellow juice clung to his mouth, chin, palm, and wrist—this wasn’t one of those days. 

He licked his lips greedily, made sure to suck the juice off of his fingers, then continued with his snack as noisily as possible. Lando was trying his best to hold in his laughter while Carlos went on without noticing anything. Charles, on the other hand, was staring now at the bulge in Max’s pants. Oh, yeah… he was definitely turning the Alpha on. 

“Um, Max? Where’s your bathroom again? I got a little sticky, sorry,” he interrupted once he finished his last bite. Max sucked in a sharp breath and glanced at the shimmer all over Charles with dark eyes. 

“You know what? Why don’t I just show you? Can be a little confusing, this apartment. Uh, beer’s in the fridge if you want more, guys,” Max offered to Lando and Carlos. The other Alpha immediately perked up at the mention of beer while Lando widened his eyes at Charles and mouthed HOT!

Max placed a large hand on the small of Charles’ back, sending heat throughout the Omega’s body, and started to guide him in the direction of the hallway to the left leading to his bedroom and bathroom. It took everything in Charles not to purr.

Max tugged him quickly into the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind them before pushing Charles against the wall with dark blue eyes. His massive hands gripped Charles’ hips to hold the Omega flush against his hardened cock while they both panted. “You know, don’t you?” he growled. 

Charles whimpered, instantly bearing his throat to the Alpha as slick soaked into his underwear. “Yes,” he breathed out softly. Max lurched forward to bury his nose against the younger man’s scent gland while one of his hands hurriedly pushed its way into Charles’ pants.

“I just want a taste… then I need to get back out there. Fuck, this isn’t over,” Max groaned. Charles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head when Max found Charles’ wet clit without any searching around, then slid further down to breach him quickly with two fingers. 

He bit hard into Max’s clothed shoulder to stifle his moan. “I promise… I’m going to finger the fuck out of you later. Not now… God, you’re dripping,” Max hissed. And just as fast as he was filling Charles’ pussy, he was gone and pulling away. 

“Clean yourself up, yeah? I need to host a fucking party apparently,” Max huffed. He gave Charles a quick once over, then leaned in to press his mouth against the Omega’s sticky lips in a rushed kiss. “It’ll be better next time,” he promised.

Charles could only watch with blown pupils and parted lips as Max pushed past him to exit the bathroom and return to the party, shoving his wet fingers into his mouth while doing so. As soon as Charles was alone, he blinked back his shock. Max had just fingered him. Well, not really, but his fingers had been inside of his pussy. And it felt… fucking fantastic. 

What the fuck had just happened?!

He took a few minutes to clean himself of his slick and the apricot juice before rejoining his friends who were currently laughing about a memory from a few months ago. “There he is. Ready to head out? Lando is getting a little tired,” Carlos greeted. If the Alpha suspected anything, he didn’t say.

The Brit tucked against his side grinned at Charles before faking a yawn. “Yeah, that’s fine! Max, do you mind if I take something for the road? Maybe not as juicy,” he laughed softly, still messing with the Alpha.

Max smirked, turned to the fridge, rifled around, then handed a banana to Charles. “Knock yourself out,” he commented. 

The drive home was relatively quiet with Carlos and Lando talking in the front of the car and Charles staring at the banana in the back of the car. He had a horrible, horrible idea that he knew he would act on despite his brain yelling at him. Max wanted to play? He could play. He could definitely play.

*****

charlesleclerc: Sooo… should I message here still? ;)

juicyfruit: Text me.

Charles grinned and shifted in the bed, already feeling the slick between his thighs. He opened up a new message to Max, noting that their last conversation had been, ‘Can you let me in through the back gate?’ followed by, ‘Yeah’.  

How boring. Look at them now. 

Charles switched from message to camera, then held up his phone to grab a shot of the banana resting against his naked chest to suggest he wasn’t wearing anything else either. He kept his face out of it, but placed his other hand delicately above his right nipple to make it just a little more seductive. 

Deeming it good, Charles sent it to Max with the caption, ‘Might have some fun soon x’.

Max: What are you up to, Omega?

The younger man shivered at his designation mentioned in the text and hurriedly shot back, ‘Hint, not going in my mouth ;)’. 

God, this was so fucked up. They were both fucked up. This was so hot. 

Max: I want to see. Please.

Charles grinned, knowing he had Max right where he wanted him. Videos were probably best with this sort of thing, so he threw the covers back and spread his legs to look at the pink pussy covered in slick—eagerly waiting to be filled with something that felt terribly forbidden.

The first slide of the banana through his heated folds made him sigh and close his eyes. He’d set up his phone to record, resting against the bunched up comforter so he didn’t have to awkwardly hold his wrist to capture everything. The Omega didn’t hold back on his sounds either.

He pressed the end of the banana against his hole, whining at the stretch, and moaned the further it went into him. Charles was wet enough that the yellow skin of the fruit slid right in without any give. He knew that this was going to get messy—that it was going to be peeled at some point so he could really make it look lewd with the fruit soft and broken inside of his pussy. 

For now, though, Charles slowly worked the banana in and out of his tight walls, pulling it completely free for a moment just to flash the camera the image of his entrance now gaping slightly. 

He decided to leave it there for now, trimming the video and sending it off before slipping the fruit back inside to keep him full as he waited. If Charles rolled his fingers against his clit to keep himself wet during that time? Well, no one would know but him.

Max: Jesus fucking Christ. You’re so tight and wet. Look at how you stretch around it…
Max: I want to fuck you so badly. Fingers, mouth, cock, everything. 

A video was attached as well from Max’s end, the typical jacking off scene where Charles could ogle the Alpha’s cock freely with wide eyes and a watery mouth. He was thick for starters—at least three and a half fingers wide—with red and purple veins trailing up the sides of his length, clashing against smooth, pale skin.

The closer to the tip Charles got, though, the pinker his skin turned until the rosy, weeping head that Max was running the pad of his thumb over every now and then came into view. Charles had to get his mouth on it at some point. He needed a taste.

Charles returned to videotaping himself, this time working the banana in and out of his pussy faster to send little drops of slick flying onto the bed sheets around him. He moaned freely, other hand working his tiny clit, and felt his walls rhythmically clench around the banana with the anticipation of a soon climax. 

He still had something else in mind, though. So Charles withdrew the banana with a sad little whine, then reached down to start slowly peeling it open, just to hint at what was to come. Before he ended the video, however, Charles sank three of his delicate fingers into his pussy to keep it stretched, then sent it to Max for his viewing pleasure. 

This time while he waited for a reply, Charles got rid of the little strings attached to the banana and tossed them into the trashcan by the bed. Max only replied with texts this time. 

Max: Are you serious?
Max: Charles, fuck.
Max: Please, I need to see this. 

Charles blushed heavily and got ready for the final part of his plan. It was going to be a horrible mess and he’d have to clean himself out in the shower for God knows how long, but at least it was organic, right? 

“This is definitely going to break inside of me, so… sorry about that,” he started the video with. His voice sounded soft and breathy with pleasure, but it was now or never. Charles placed the end of the white banana against his already opened hole, sopping wet and ready to take what was next, then carefully guided it inside.

He whimpered at the feeling of the banana stuffing him, an entirely new sensation as the soft inside usually protected by yellow peel softened to mould itself to the shape of his tight heat. Charles pushed it all the way in, knowing there would be no way to pull it back out, so he let his hand fall away and grabbed the camera to give Max a closer look.

Charles spread his inner labia, showing off the hot pink hole with the flash of white crammed inside of it. If no one knew any better, they would think he’d just been creampied. But no. The banana was pliant and stuck inside of him.

He moaned softly at the notion, then gave a few gentle swirls to his clit using the ends of his fingers just so his pussy would clench and push the end of the banana out just a fraction. “Tell me to… to stop and I-I will. Otherwise… I’m going to f-finger myself, Alpha,” Charles mewled. 

He sent the video before he could get carried away. 

Max: Do it. Please fucking do it. I’m about to pop a fucking knot over here, Charles. 

Max was jacking off a lot more feverishly this time when Charles found the video he’d sent with it. He was panting heavily in the background, swearing under his breath as he worked the entire length of his cock and squeezed the now steadily leaking tip just begging to be nestled against a cervix. 

Charles: Anything you want, Alpha x

Charles set up the camera once more, bringing it slightly closer to give a better view, then used both hands for the final bit of whatever sexting session they were having. 

One hand spread his slicked up folds, puffy and pink from arousal, while the other slid down to push two fingers deep into the already stuffed hole that was dying to be used to climax. It felt strange as he pressed the digits through the soft body of the banana, knowing that he was making more room inside of himself while the white fruit had started to turn creamy. 

“Oh, fuck… Yes, that’s good,” he whined softly when he curled his fingers upwards to stroke the bundle of nerves within his front wall. A small amount of banana slipped out, slicked up and sloppy. 

Charles started up a nice new rhythm as the banana began to turn into a thick white syrup of sorts inside of him. He pulled his fingers out, shoved them back in, curled them, then repeated—all while staying spread open to give Max the perfect view. 

This was what he had done when he squirted watching one of Max’s Instagram videos and he could already feel the familiar build up coming back to him once more. His clit would have to be ignored for now, but that was fine. The Alpha promised to eat him out.

“I… I wish it was y-your knot. Fuck, Alpha… so good,” he cried in pleasure. Charles knew that the banana was gooey and dripping out of his abused hole now, spread over his folds to add an additional shine with the slick while also coating his fingers in cream. 

Charles bit deep into his bottom lip, eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy, then curled his fingers a few more times before panting out quickly, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come— Max!”

The gush of fluid that escaped him wasn’t as much as it had been the first time, but it was enough to make Charles whine and moan against his bed sheets as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of his messy, ruined hole to ride out his orgasm. 

Charles was completely blissed out for a few moments, staring at the ceiling with a small, pleased smile on his face. He eased his fingers out of himself and used both hands to spread himself open this time, showing off the banana dripping out of his used pussy along with slick and cum. “I want you next,” he sighed contently.

He sent the video, sat up slowly in bed, then began to clean up. It was a six minute long recording, so he had time before Max’s response. Charles carefully clambered off the bed and sighed as the mushy combination of fruit and cum slid down his inner thighs to the wood floor beneath him. 

Charles hummed as he stripped the bed to throw everything in the washer, kind of liking the way that everything was steadily dripping out of his pussy, then returned to the bedroom to pick up his phone before heading to the bathroom. 

He turned on the shower, making sure the water was turned to the detachable shower head, and stepped inside as he hummed. Everything felt perfect beneath Charles’ skin. His brain buzzed with pleasure while his skin was warm and tingly knowing he’d just done something bad and enjoyed it. 

His phone rested in the corner of the tub with the screen facing upwards so he could see when Max texted, but he figured the Alpha might need a minute after he finished the video. So, Charles spread himself open once more, then aimed the shower head upwards to flush everything out of his tight, messy walls. 

Everything was sensitive as the water pounded against his flesh and flowed up into his quivering hole, though he didn’t really mind that either. Charles just sighed and leaned against the white tile as he waited for everything to get clean. 

The text from Max didn’t come until the end of Charles’ shower when the banana and cum was officially out and he’d moved on to scrubbing his skin free of sweat. The text was only three words long.

Max: I’m coming over. 

A zing of excitement ran down Charles’ spine at the prospect of what was to come next. Max was coming over. Max was going to fuck him. He had no idea if his body had it in him for another orgasm, or multiple, but he was more than willing to figure it out. 

Charles: I’ll leave the door unlocked ;)

He’d have to clean his floors, remake the bed, and tidy himself up in the twenty minutes it took to get from Max’s apartment to his, but if there was one thing Charles was certain of at that moment, it was that he’d be ready.

He was going to be fingered, fucked, and fawned over by the only Alpha he had eyes for.

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Charles stared at his newly made up bed with pride. He’d managed to rebuild his nest for them and had even gotten most of the banana smell out of the space, but he was most proud of the fact that it looked like nothing had even gone on twenty minutes ago. His other sheets still tumbling in the washer was the only indication anything had happened.

A knock on the front door, rapid and loud, pulled him from his thoughts and his spot in the bedroom. Excitement flooded his body while slick already started to pool a tiny amount in his lacy panties he’d put on. 

Charles padded to the front door, took in a steadying breath, then opened it to meet the wild eyes of Max on the other side. As soon as the door was open, the Alpha surged forward to grab Charles’ face and press their lips together. He half expected it to hurt with how quickly Max had gone for him, but the kiss was surprisingly gentle and passionate.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Max breathed out against Charles’ lips. The Omega blushed at the compliment and managed to close the door behind them as the older man backed him up against the nearest wall. “You smell like peaches and cream,” he went on. 

“You like peaches a lot, yeah?” Charles asked with a cheeky grin. Max just growled in response and dipped back in to continue kissing the Omega. Their tongues slid together with ease, tasting one another for the first time, and Charles made quick work of burying one hand in Max’s short blonde hair while the other clutched the back of his shirt.

“Bedroom?” he gasped quickly. 

Max nodded and crouched down quickly to pick Charles up beneath his thighs before heading in the direction of the bedroom. They bumped into a few things, laughing softly at their blind movements while trying to seemingly devour each other’s lips. 

Max tossed Charles lightly onto the bed, smiling at Charles when the Omega blushed up at him and scooted backwards to show off the nest he’d made. “Sorry if it’s kinda thrown together. Didn’t have much time to clean up,” he giggled.

“It’s perfect. Anything with you is perfect. Do you even know how long I’ve wanted you?” Max asked as he kicked off his shoes at the end of the bed. Charles only flushed harder and shook his head. “After Daniel, I mean… you’re the only Omega I’ve had eyes for,” he admitted.

“I liked you while you were still with Daniel. He didn’t treat you right,” Charles blurted. 

Max blinked a few times, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t think he did either.” 

For a moment, they simply stared at each other before Charles grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head to show off his bare upper body. “I-I might still be sensitive. Just a warning,” the Omega murmured. 

“Fuck. Yeah, okay,” Max agreed. That seemed to kick his Alpha hindbrain back into action as he tugged off his own shirt and crawled onto the bed overtop Charles. The Omega eagerly welcomed him by wrapping his arms around Max’s neck and spreading his legs to accommodate the wide body settling between them.

“Please… Please let me finger you and eat you out,” Max begged. He trailed full lips down the side of the Omega’s neck, stopping at his scent gland to press soft kisses there and make Charles squirm. He could only nod quickly with a moan as Max continued on with his trail of kisses towards Charles’ chest. 

He ran the tip of his tongue over Charles’ hardened nipples to draw a whine out of the smaller man before pressing the flat of his tongue against both of them for broader stimulation. Charles’ hips jerked up for friction, but Max’s heavy body kept him trapped against the bed. “Easy,” the Alpha murmured.

Max’s fingers pressed into the waistband of Charles’ athletic shorts to pull them off of his long legs and leave him sitting on the backs of his calves to admire the view. Charles was breathing heavily with pink cheeks while Max’s gaze trailed over every inch of his body. 

The damp spot visible in the centre of his white panties was extremely telling. 

“Can I?” the Alpha asked as he grabbed the top of Charles’ panties with ready fingers. Charles nodded, biting his bottom lip, and fisted his hands into the sheets beside his hips as Max proceeded. He carefully dragged the lacy fabric down, eyes following the tanned skin left behind until the measly fabric was tossed to the side and Charles was wide open for Max to admire.

Max moved himself backwards so he was resting on his stomach and hooked his hands around Charles’ thighs to keep him open. Dark, icy blue eyes flicked up to gauge Charles’ reaction as he leaned in and started to leave behind feathery kisses to the inside of the Omega’s thighs.

Charles whimpered softly while his toes curled into the air around Max’s head. “You smell… so fucking good,” Max groaned. He dragged the tip of his nose just barely over Charles’ throbbing clit in order to plant kisses on the other thigh. The Omega squirmed at the sensation, slick leaking out of his eager hole. 

Finally, finally, Max reached in with his arms still around Charles’ thighs and pulled apart the Omega’s glossy folds to better expose the tiny pussy he had. The Alpha started on Charles’ outer labia, his lips soft and warm against the petal-pink mounds but so far away from where Charles wanted him most.

When Max’s lips left a kiss behind on Charles’ clit only to move on in the next second, Charles whined loudly and arched his back off of the bed in an attempt to chase Max’s mouth. “Shhh…” Max hushed.

He extended his left hand to place his open palm on the Omega’s belly and pushed him back down into the mattress, keeping him in place. 

The next sensation was the flat of Max’s tongue starting at Charles’ clenching hole and dragging upwards slowly to the very nub he’d just teased. The moan that escaped Charles’ mouth was borderline embarrassing. 

Max made himself comfortable there, sucking on the Omega’s clit with a groan of his own. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the hardening nub, flicking it slowly at a steady pace, then dipped back down to push part of the wet muscle into Charles’ pussy. “Oh, fuck… Max… Max…” Charles panted.

He could feel the Alpha grinning against him. 

“Tell me what you want,” Max insisted gently from his place between Charles’ legs. He continued on with his measured licking, laving at the heated flesh covered in slick until Charles thought he was going to lose his mind. Every now and then, attention was given to his clit or his entrance, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. 

“F-Fingers… Please, I want your fingers, Alpha,” he mewled. Max let the hand still resting on Charles’ belly slide back down to the wet pussy waiting to be filled. 

Max pulled his mouth away, ready to show off everything he’d learned in the past few months with fruit to the Omega. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he assured. Charles sat up on his elbows somewhat and spread his legs open just a little wider so he could watch as Max got to work teasing his pussy.

The Alpha started first by running the pads of his thumbs over Charles’ folds, gathering up slick that dripped out of his sweet, pink hole to make the glide easier. Slowly, massage motion by massage motion, Max grew closer and closer to Charles’ clit until his thumbs were rolling over the little nub one right after the other in a sweeping motion.

If one thumb pad was rolling over the sensitive bundle of nerves, the other was sliding up Charles’ outer labia to slick up the surface for the next run over his clit. Charles whimpered, whined, and moaned as Max picked up the pace only slightly for constant stimulation.

The only change he made after a minute or two of that was dipping his actual thumb into Charles’ hot, soaked entrance to get the entirety of his thumb wet while also giving Charles shallow penetration. The strokes became long and slower with the added step, but Charles was a gaping mess against the bed.

“Oh my God… Max, fuck… You’re s-so good. So good. Alpha, please, m-more,” he begged pathetically. 

“Easy, Omega. Breathe for me,” Max growled. Charles keened at the soft command and rolled his head back to expose his neck as a sign of submission. Max hummed in approval before changing the stimulation to something greater. 

He left his left thumb over Charles’ clit, swirling it with light pressure, as his middle and ring finger belonging to his right hand slid into Charles’ tight pussy with ease. “Ah!” Charles cried softly. 

Max continued with the circular motion over the Omega’s clit and groaned at the sight of slick now seeping out of him while the walls currently sucking at his fingers pulsed with desire. “I-I’m close, I’m sorry,” Charles panted.

“Shh… I want you to come,” Max argued confidently. That only made Charles whine louder and fall backwards on the bed to become fully absorbed in the sensations wracking his lower body. His eyes were screwed up tight, brunette locks stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed with pleasure, and lips parted to bring in shallow breaths. Max had never seen a more beautiful sight. 

He returned to fingering the Omega, curling his fingers deep and stroking Charles’ front wall over the spongy patch of nerves hidden within that made one of Charles’ legs jerk out. “Shit!” he yelped. 

Max chuckled softly before working a third finger into the Omega and marvelling at the way his pomegranate-pink hole stretched to accommodate him. Everything was so fucking wet and rosy. Max couldn’t help it when he buried his face into Charles’ pussy and began to suck at the younger man’s clit again to give his thumb a break.

Charles tasted just like a goddamn peach… maybe a bit of banana too. Juicy, ripe, sweet, and sticky—Max was addicted immediately. He lapped at the tiny nub, drinking in Charles’ moans along with the slick covering his now puffy folds, and picked up the pace of his fingers inside of the Omega.

In and out, he worked his fingers deep while scraping the tips of them against the soft patch of nerves just beneath his pubic bone. He was getting louder, fidgeting more, gripping the sheets tighter, and Max knew he was close.

“Come on, baby. You’re so fucking close. So tight, so wet, so sweet. Like a goddamn dream. A delicious, juicy, soaked Omega… perfect,” Max growled. He pulled his mouth back only slightly, then brought the ends of his fingers belonging to his left hand down on Charles’ clit to slap the sensitive nub lightly— repeatedly. 

“Fuck! Fuck, Max!” Charles wailed. 

The gush of fluid that rushed out of Charles’ overstimulated pussy was welcome to the Alpha who started to jackrabbit his fingers into Charles’ pussy, knowing that the longer he did so, the longer Charles would squirt. 

The Omega writhed in the nest the entire time, moaning and sobbing in ecstasy as Max coaxed every single drop of cum and slick out of his sloppy, swollen, leaking pussy. When Charles grabbed his wrist, whimpering for no more, Max finally pulled his fingers out but dove back in with his mouth to lap at the heated flesh soaked with fluids.

Charles squirmed against the sensation, clearly unable to take it for very long, but Max lingered only long enough to clean him up slightly and prep him for the next step of their night. “You think you can take a knot? Too sensitive, sweetheart? So good for me… Such a good Omega,” Max praised as he crawled over Charles’ body.

The Omega wasn’t even looking at him straight on when Max hovered over his face to admire him. He cupped the side of Charles’ cheek and leaned in to kiss him sweetly, waiting to bring him back to Earth. 

He could feel Charles’ thighs trembling around him and Max knew he’d given it to the Omega good. “How do you feel about elbows and knees, hm? Give yourself a break from holding these beautiful legs of yours open for me?” he suggested lovingly. 

Max moved his mouth down the side of Charles’ neck as he spoke until he reached the Omega’s mating gland and began to suck on the soft flesh. Charles moaned weakly, but started to move anyway until he was on his belly. That seemed to be all he could manage.

“Good. Perfect, sweet Omega. You taste and feel so fucking good. Can’t wait to knot you, fill you up, feel you come on my cock,” Max rambled as he lurched off the bed to yank off his jeans and briefs. 

His cock was straining painfully against the tight fabric, desperate to be freed and wrapped around tight, wet walls. Max eased the briefs down, then clambered back on the bed to brace himself on his knees behind the limp Omega in front of him.

“Charles, baby, I don’t want to do anything until you’re able to experience this too,” he whispered. Max leaned down to begin pressing kisses between Charles’ shoulder blades, following the different beauty marks around his tan skin.

“‘M here… Fuck, I’m here… God, you’re so good, Max. Want you. Need you. Knot me, please,” Charles pleaded into the nest. As if to prove his point, he slowly shuffled his knees inwards until his ass was high in the air and spread apart to show off his slick, used pussy. Max growled at the sight possessively. 

Charles was absolutely blissed out as he arched his back to its full potential, face buried into the pillows covered with blankets and clothes. His pussy was completely numb—but in the best way possible. 

It was tingling, leaking, throbbing, and greedy for more. If Charles didn’t have Max’s cock in him in the next minute, he was going to throw a fit. He wiggled his ass a little in the air to signal Max could go on and all but sighed as soon as he felt one of the Alpha’s large palms run over his ass cheek. 

“Beautiful,” Max complimented. Charles blushed and spread his legs open just a tad further to entice the Alpha more. Max ran the backs of his fingers through the Omega’s folds, teasing his clit only once or twice just to hear the soft whimpers Charles let out, then decided not to make him wait any longer.

The first feeling of Max’s cock made Charles dig his toes into the nest. He could feel the heat radiating off of the Alpha’s tip, feel the cum dripping out of his slit, and he couldn’t help it when he pushed back to take the first inch of Max into his greedy hole. 

“Shit…” Max groaned. He steadied himself by digging his fingers into Charles’ hips and continued to press forward inch by delicious inch until he was buried to the hilt within Charles’ pussy. 

The Omega had never felt so full in his life. There wasn’t any space left in him and when his softened walls tried to clamp down, they could only do so much—stretched to their sopping wet limits. Max took a moment to breathe before pulling out and snapping back inside, drawing a yelp of pleasure from the Omega below him.

“There you go. Take it, sweetheart. Be a good Omega for me,” he commanded half-heartedly. Charles mewled and pressed back at the next thrust forward to take him impossibly deep, secretly loving the ache that came when the tip of the Alpha’s cock bumped against his cervix.

It turned into a rapid pace quickly. 

Charles was moaning into the bed, stunted little sounds each time Max thrust into him, and Max was breathing heavily while swearing every now and then at the feeling of Charles’ tight pussy gripping his cock. 

Max hurredly reached down to grab the back of the Omega’s biceps and jerk him backwards, holding onto his arms like that to keep Charles arched impossibly while on his knees. “Max, Max, Max!” Charles whined loudly. Max would feel bad for the neighbours if he actually gave a shit.  

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Max hissed into his ear. From this angle, he could nip at Charles’ mating gland freely while slamming his cock repeatedly into Charles’ wrecked hole, desperate to knot him and stuff him full of cum. “You want it? You want to come on my knot?” he egged on harshly.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Charles screamed. 

“Come on my fucking cock. Come for me, Omega,” Max snapped. 

The tightening around his cock was instant as Charles wailed at the top of his lungs, coming hard around the Alpha. He could feel the wetness leaking rapidly out of Charles’ hole and knew the Omega had squirted again based on the way the fluid puddled first before soaking into the nest. But Max was relentless.

He shoved Charles down again, bent over the Omega whose ass was still in the air thanks to Max holding it up against his pelvis with a tight grip, and continued with his assault on Charles’ poor pussy while his knot grew. 

The sounds escaping Charles were high pitched—sensitive—but cum and slick continued to trickle out of him in bursts of gushing fluid whenever he shoved himself back inside. Finally, after what felt like forever, Max’s knot caught on the rim of Charles’ abused hole and locked them together while his balls tightened beneath him.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, Charles…” he groaned almost painfully. The words were ineloquent, sure, but they were far past the talking in sentences stage of their sex.

Hot spurts of cum filled Charles’ already messy heat and remained trapped inside, giving him just the smallest bulge in his belly from how large the ejaculate amount was. It had been a while since he’d actually emptied himself inside of something tight, warm, and wet to be fair. 

Carefully, Max eased them onto their sides and wrapped his arms protectively around Charles, pulling the Omega’s back against his chest before burying his face into the younger man’s scent gland. “So good for me,” he praised. 

He ran the flat of his tongue over the gland until he was certain his scent covered Charles—an instinct to claim without teeth. The Omega was practically vibrating with pleasure as he purred the entire time, clearly satisfied greatly with the Alpha he’d been with.  

“Please… Stay the night. We… n-need to do that again. A lot. Please,” Charles managed to stutter out once they caught their breaths and their hearts began to steady in their chests. Everything was hot and wet, sticky too, but they were too exhausted and happy to move. This was fine for now. 

“Just for tonight?” Max asked as he pushed some of Charles' damp hair away from his eyes. 

The Omega grinned lazily and shook his head. “As long as you want. I… I really like you, Max,” he whispered. The Alpha rumbled with pride at the admittance and kissed Charles’ shoulder to show that he was pleased with the answer.

“I really like you too, Charles. Let me take you out on a proper date, yeah? Tomorrow night,” he offered in return. The Omega nodded like it was the easiest decision he was ever going to make in his life.

They closed their eyes, wrapped up in one another and joined together at the lower half, and enjoyed the quiet comfort they found themselves in. 

Well, until Charles asked humorously moments later, “Juicyfruit?” 

Max groaned and shoved his face into Charles’ neck, ears red and scent amused beneath his embarrassment. “Shut up…” Charles didn’t say another word—just smiled and curled up with the Alpha behind him. 

It came as no surprise either when, a week later, Max uploaded a video of him fingering a dragon fruit.