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đęąá´á´á´á´ĘĘ: innocent and virgin !reader has never touched herself before. she knows how to, in theory, but whenever she tries, she chickens out. her tried and true way of receiving pleasure is failing her. she thinks that maybe it's time to allow her relationship with her two respectful and experienced boyfriends, to reach the next step. and she'll find that they're very willing to teach her a few things.
đá´á´É´á´á´É´á´ á´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢ: 18+ only. smut. corruption kink. orgasm delay/denial. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. hair-pulling. possessiveness. slight choking (glimpse and you miss it?). brief reference to previous dub-con (very minuscule, not charles or max). no penetrative sex.
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đá´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader
đɢá´É´Ęá´: oneshot
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á´Ęá´á´á´: all mine ⢠brent faiyaz
á´Ęá´ę°á´á´á´: the strength i had to summon to post this is something crazy. it's my first smut fic if you can believe it or not, but the way i feel exposed to the world is wild. i almost forgot to include the actual kink because i got carried away, but it's there i promise you, don't get disappointed too early in! can confirm that while i was writing this i had to take several breaks and stare at the ceiling. the black!reader is vague i think, it's not noticeable until the end, but i had written it with all shades of my poc girlies in mind < 3. n e ways: hope you guys like it!
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cross-posted on my ao3, htpsss
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itâs late. youâve kicked jimmy and sassy out of the bedroom, and locked it shut. youâre standing with your back pressed against the door, staring with unfocused eyes. you moved your stuffed animals inside the closet and had them facing the wall even though you closed the closet door. the window curtains are drawn shut, and the only light in the room is the warmth of one nightstand lamp. one of the plushest towels max owns is spread across the bed. in the center lays a single pillow.
this is the last chance you have to get off before max and charles get home in a few hours. theyâve been gone for a triple-header, and you havenât been able to orgasm once in the near month theyâve been gone. youâve become depraved enough to consider buying a vibrator, but all packages delivered to this apartment have to be approved by max or charles to be sent up, and youâre definitely not bold enough to go out and buy one (and risk being seen by one of their fans or have to physically talk to someone to buy one).
the obvious thing to do would be to talk to your boyfriends, and tell them that youâre ready to start exploring the sexual side of your relationship. youâve been dating them for two years now, and youâre afraid that theyâre getting tired of waiting for you to be comfortable enough to have sex with them. but, youâre also afraid that once they learn how inexperienced you really areâtheyâll make fun of you, leave you, and find some other woman who knows how to please them. you know thatâs outrageous and never going to happen. theyâre the sweetest boys youâve ever dated (way better than that one dude you dated who tried to get you wasted enough to persuade you into having sex with him), and theyâve been very respectful concerning your boundaries. always pulling away when they feel themselves getting hard, and constantly reminding you to tell them to stop if you feel uncomfortable and that thereâs nothing wrong with that, and that theyâre willing to wait as long as you need, and will continue loving you regardless even if you decide to never have sex with them. soâof course you know that they wonât be assholes about your innocenceâitâs just your own self-esteem, insecurity, and overthinking that prevents you from saying youâre ready.
you make a deal with yourself. if you canât manage to get off grinding against your pillow one last time, youâll force yourself to sit down with your boyfriends, stare them in the eyes and state that your ready to have sex. who are you kiddingâyouâre going to get off right now one way or another even if it kills you, because you definitely will wither away and die if you have to have that conversation with your boyfriends.
you walk over to the bed, heart beginning to race as you start playing one of those curated âsongs iâd like to be railed toâ playlists, before throwing your phone somewhere up the bed. you move to straddle the pillow, and begin to calm your heartbeat. you take a few deep breaths and let your mind wander. the first thought that comes to your head is the goodbye kiss you got from your boyfriends before they left.Â
they had gotten all their luggage together and were pulling on their shoes at the entryway. charles was pouting at you, wide green eyes and all, âyou are sure that you donât want to come with us? for at least one of the races? weâll be gone for almost aââÂ
âyes, cha. iâm sure,â you cut him off with a firm nod, âlemme give you a kiss before you leave, okay?â
charles frowned at max who laughedâlike he wasnât the one begging you to come with them last night before you all went to bed. with a little upset âhmphâ charles leaned down and kissed you softly. you had pulled away, only trying to give him a peck, and charles grunted disapprovingly. one of his veiny hands rose and gripped at your waist over your t-shirt, strongly pulling you forward, causing you to tumble into his chest. âoh, i am going to need more than that, mon ange,â charles smirked down at you, âi am leaving for so long, and thatâs the goodbye kiss youâre leaving me with? no, i do not think so.âÂ
you glanced away from him, cheeks beginning to become warm as you make to hide your face is his broad chest. charles tutted at you, tightening his grip on your waist, and his other hand gently pushed your head up to look at him, âcâmere and give me a real kiss, pretty girl.â
you made a suppressed little squeal in the back of your throat, a noise max and charles became very familiar with, often present when they start teasing you. you surprisingly leaned up and initiated the kiss, causing charles to let out a shocked gasp into your mouth. his hand on your waist moved lower, falling to the small of your back and pushed your body completely against his. his other hand caressed your jaw, soothing you enough to allow him to control the kiss, as he flicked his tongue at the seam of your lips. you shakily sighed, allowing him entrance and the kiss deepened, a pleased humming noise in the back of your throat escaping.
you impatiently shift side to side on top of the pillow, not yet allowing yourself to get any friction. sliding both of your hands underneath your sweaterâwell, maxâs sweater, and you start playing with your chest. flicking gently at your nipples, just the way you like.Â
you could feel charles chuckle into the kiss, but you dismiss it, and keep kissing at him eagerly. however, you failed to recognize that he wasnât laughing at you, he was laughing at max. cockily making eye-contact with him, before he let his eyes flutter shut and devoted his attention to you.
max stared on, his mouth slightly open as he watched his two loves give him a show for free. charlesâ hand slipped lower, gliding over your ass, across your criminally well-fitted jeans, and found its home on the back of your thigh. max is well acquainted with how skilled charlesâ mouth is, so he knows he must have done something spectacular to cause a choked-off moan to escape you, your hand raised to grab at charlesâ polo in a fist, wrinkling the pressed shirt. max huffed, deciding to no longer spectate, and took the few steps to reach you across the foyer.
you let out a shocked gasp, eyes fluttering open in surprise at the feeling of your other boyfriend pressed up against your back. you attempt to break the kiss, but charles doesnât let you. hand slipping from your cheeks to the nape of your neck, tangling in the hairs there and keeping you exactly where he wants. one of maxâs hands came to rest at your hip, while the other rested on your navel. your eyes fell shut again in pleasure at how charles gently nipped at your bottom lip, and maxâs presence is pushed to the back of your mind.
you didnât register maxâs hand disappearing from your abdomen, but suddenly, the air was cut with a pained moan from charles and his lips were ripped away from yours.
your eyes flew open, and maxâs hand was buried in charlesâ hair, tugging his head backward and maneuvering it into what must be an almost uncomfortable angle, but with how pleased charles lookedâyou wanted to feel it too. his eyes rolled backwards, before he pressed them shut and re-opened them to reveal dilated pupils and half-lidded lashes; panting hard, lips covered with your shared spit, and a fucked-out look in his eyes.
you struggle to pull off your sleeping shorts, eventually managing to tug them off to reveal your white cotton panties. your hand leaves your breast to touch at your heat, and youâre shocked at how wet youâve gotten already. you use that same hand to adjust your pillow, before you let your hips fall all the way and make contact with the pillow. you sigh in relief.
now, max is the one to laugh with his hand firmly keeping charles in place. âoh, you know better than to tease me charlieâŚâ he started, and you barely heard him. fixated on the way charlesâ tongue frequently slips out to lick at his lips, but you could hear the smirk max was wearing.Â
âand youâre also not the only one leaving our sweet girl for a month. you should be nice and let me have a taste too, hm? isnât that right, schatje?â he directs at charles. maxâs other hand made its way up your abdomen, copping a feel at your chest, before it rested across your throat. he wasnât squeezing at all, but the weight of his hand, how it spans across your neck, and how you can feel the strength lying underneath his skin, caused you to lose your breath. he guided your head back and dropped his to get his own goodbye kiss.
the kiss felt like it lasted for a lifetime, but realistically it had to be less than a minute of max forcing charles to watch how he ravaged your mouth, before charles started whining loudly. max patted your neck gingerly before pulling away and laughing at charlesâ teary eyes. your legs were trembling and you were pretty sure if max wasnât behind you, you wouldâve fallen long ago. in one smooth motion, his hand fell to the monegasqueâs throat from his hair and pulled him closer, completely sandwiching you between them, as their lips met in a wild kiss.Â
your hips start to rock against the pillow, keeping it slow in the beginning, learning your lesson about friction burn the last time you got too erratic with your moves too quickly.
charlesâcompletely desperateâwhined deep in his throat and max kept pulling consistently depraved moans and grunts out of your boyfriend. maxâs other hand moved off of your hip to smack at charlesâ, a nonverbal command for him to calm down and let max take care of him. you felt charles practically vibrating against you in need, but he slowly started to calm; his posture slackening and lips slowing, allowing the dutch full control.Â
the two of them were completely ignoring you. caught in their own world, putting all of their energy into their kisses, and in turn gave you a front row seat to something you're never going to forget about. you felt so small in between the two of them, like the only thing that kept you from floating away is the fact that you were stuck in between their bodies.
eventually, max released his grip on charles and separated from the kiss, giving charles air to breathe. the blonde stepped backwards away from your body, and you stumbled embarrassingly. maxâs hands went up to hover around your waist (suddenly so shy to touch you) to make sure you actually didn't fall. charles shook his head, physically trying to clear the haze in his mind before he stumbled away from you as well, pressing his back against the wall.Â
his chest was heaving with exertion, cheeks flushed a pretty red color, while his hands went to tug at his uncomfortably tight pants, failing to adjust himself to make his erection less obvious. he suddenly turns shy as wellâit probably doesnât help that max was laughing at how easy he is to turn onâ, and charles tries to try and tug his shirt down to cover up his problem as best as he can.Â
your hips start to pick up in speed, movements more sure and less shaky. the friction between the cotton pillowcase and panties is multiplied on your cunt, and when you rock down deep enough, the catch of the panties on your clit is nearly immobilizing.Â
thinking about the moment before your boys left leads you into fantasizing about their dynamic, and how they are in the bedroom. that morning alone proved who was actually in charge; charles will tease and take whatever he can, as long as max allows him to. you can recall many instances of max guiding a well-fucked charles out of the bedroom and depositing him on your lap, before he went on to clean up and run the monegasque a bath.Â
the multiple post-sex facetimes youâve gotten from the two when theyâre across the world always starts with max softly speaking, âiâve worn him out pretty good, but he refuses to fall asleep unless he gets to call you.â and the phone is passed to charles, whoâs voice and lips are ruined to hell and you have to decipher what heâs attempting to say.
youâre starting to acclimate to the current tempo, so you pick it up another notch. you lean forward, bracing your hands on the bed for support as you focus on doing deeper and slower grinds against the pillow, allowing your clit to get constant attention.
you find comfort in the fact that charles allows max to take him to such a vulnerable state, and sometimesâyou even find yourself getting jealous. you started joining them to see their aftercare for yourself, and found out that you're aching to be taken apart and put back together like max and charles do to each other.Â
the sound of maxâs constant praises of charles being âso good for him,â and charlesâs constant stream of âthank you, thank you, maxyâ has you losing all train of thought.
you abandon the slow-and-steady technique, youâve tried it several times this month and itâs failed to get you to come. you bite your lip, letting out a frustrated groan. your hips slow, and you grab the front of the pillow with one hand and pull it upwards, hoping that a tighter space allows better friction. you start moving quicker, doing smaller more shallow motions and itâs tons better. you canât stop thinking that it would be even better to ride charlesâ face.Â
even though your eyelids are scrunched shut, the thousands of tiktok edits youâve seen of your boyfriends post-race; balaclava lines, sweaty, messy hair, and allâare playing behind them. you moan out desperately, toes curling in your socks. you hear the phantom noises of monegasque moans along with the imagined whispers of dutch-accented praises.Â
the knot in your navel tightens, your thighs begin to tremble, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing. this is it, the feeling thatâs escaped you for a month, itâs returning, you can finally come.Â
you start to rut against the pillow, uncaring of how your wetness has seeped into the pillow cover and sticks against your thighsâif anything, itâs just another pleasant sensation. unfiltered squeals and gasps start slipping out, youâre too blissed out to regulate your volume at this point.
but then, a minute passes and you still havenât fallen over the precipice. itâs right there; you can see it, you can even hear it, but you canât fucking feel it.Â
your moans of pleasure turn into cries of frustration. your legs start to quiver with exhaustion, and the orgasm you almost had fades. tears spill from your eyes, as you frantically rut against the soaked pillow, not caring about rhythm or technique anymore. and your chance is gone, your sobs echoing around the room at another failed attempt.
you climb off the pillow and fall on your side, crying into the towel trying to muffle your anguished noises. you have the fleeting thought to think that you're overreacting, but fuck that. youâve literally been unwillingly denying yourself for a month.
after youâve cried yourself out, you get up and start to clean up the mess you made. when you lean down to pick up the shorts you flung across the room, you hear jimmy and sassy start yowling outside of the room. and faintly, you hear the front door open.
fuck.
a giggle slips out of charles as the cries of the cats are heard outside of the apartment door. max shoots a glare at charles for laughing at his children, before he loses the fight and a smile slips out in response to the monegasqueâs. finally managing to slip the key into the lock, max speaks, âweâre supposed to surprise her by being early, chaâmaybe we shouldâve let the catâs know when we called earlier today?â they step through the threshold, quickly shutting the door behind them so the cats wonât run out. charles makes a questioning hum as they both start slipping out their jackets, âthey are cats, mon minou. i do not think they care about anything other than when you come back to feed them.â
max side eyes him heavily as he squats down to untie his sneakers, and looks around slightly confused, âi think we are missing a greeting from one more kitten, wouldn't you say, charles?â the man in question nods in agreement, while finally petting jimmy and sassy to calm them down a little bit. whenever the two of them return home, you usually race to the door along with the cats. you give them warm hugs and sweet kisses, help them take their jackets off, and let them know if you cooked a meal for them, or prepared a bath.Â
but tonight, they donât hear the sound of your footsteps coming towards them. itâs rare for them not to be greeted at the door, most of the time you beat them to unlocking it, with the alarm system the cats provide.Â
charles questions, âmaybe she fell asleep? we did not tell her that we moved our flight earlier. and we did tell her to go to bed because we would be arriving late.â
max snorts disbelievingly, âwhen has she ever gone to bed when weâve told her to,â he starts, âsheâs probably just in the bathroom or something.â
the two spend a few minutes paying some attention to the cats, before they begin to get suspicious at the fact that you still havenât come to welcome them back. they straighten up and start heading towards the bedroom.Â
max pushes the door open, and everything looks normal except for the fact that youâre nowhere to be seen. the bed is put together, one nightstand lamp is on, and the bathroom is empty. max and charles stare at each other with matching baffled expressions, before you clear your throat in the doorway.
max jumps, âshit!â and charles flinches, âoh, what the fuck!â
your giggles reverberate through the air, and the two men can only laugh along with you. âoh? so you find scaring us funny, schat?â max teases gently. you pad over to him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him in for a tight hug, nodding softly into his neck as you breathe him in. charles huffs after heâs deemed that you spent too much time loving on max before he pulls you into his own grasp, one arm braced tightly around your waist while his other hand cradles the back of your head resting in his chest. âsheâs absolutely frightening, max, canât you tell?â he teases back, defending you jokingly.Â
max hums, âdefinitely. where were you hiding, baby?â
you freeze for second as you pull away from charlesâ grasp, before stuttering your way through an explanation, âu-uh oh, i was-um, i was just in the laundry room! i was just putting a few things i had accidentally spilled uh- spilled juice on-yes juice of course, in the uh-washing machine, yes,â you nod firmly, to fully convince them.
the monegasques raises an eyebrow at you and dragged out an, ââŚâŚ.okay, i guess?â max follows up with a sarcastic, âyeahâŚ.we definitely believe you!â
you narrow your eyes at him, âare you calling me a liar, max? because, why would i lie aboutââ
charles cuts you off, turning your head back towards him as he squints at your face. he runs his thumb underneath one of your eyes, and speaks softly, âwere you crying, mon ange? your eyes are red and swollen.â
you shake your head rapidly to attempt to dismiss his worry but itâs already too late. max practically teleports to your side and scans your face and with a gasp he reveals, âyes, you did cry. i can still see the tears stained on your cheeks.â
you shift uncomfortably, âyes, okay! i did cry! but it was nothing serious,â you pause and mumble the last part of your sentence, âi was just overreacting anyways, it doesnât matter.â
max smacks his teeth at you disapprovingly, âhey, donât be mean to yourself, schatje. anything that causes you to cry does matter. tell us, and we can try and make it better for you.â the two boys wear you down with earnest eyes; the monegasque brushes his lips against your hand comfortingly and the dutchman tucks your hair behind your ears soothingly. they wait patiently and donât attempt to push you any further, but thereâs an unspoken understanding between the two of them; they wonât let this go until you explicitly ask them two. and suddenly, your resistance falls and words start rushing out of your mouth.
âim so tired, okay? iâve been trying for ages, ages, and i canât get there! everytime i try, i-i-itâs like iâm right thereâright there! and then it never comes! itâs torture. the harder i try to reach for it, the more it slips away, and then it doesnât even feel good anymore! i thought this was supposed to feel goodâand now whatâs the point?! i donât even wanna try again if iâm just going to beââ
âwoah, woah, woah.â max cuts you off, âwhat are we talking about exactly, schatje? have you not been getting enough sleep or something? because we can try andâ" you interrupt, âNO! i havenât came in a MONTH! are you even listening to me?!â
charles chokes on his own breath and max damn near faints. most importantly, theyâre shaken at your bluntness around the topic; every time they try to ask if youâve been findingâŚreliefâfor lack of a better word, you tend to snap shut if they use any âexplicitâ words with youâ you tell them not to worry about it. so, to hear you say it plainly reveals how much distress this has been causing you. secondly, the thought that youâve been desperately trying to get off for a month on your own, is a paralyzing thought. they nearly convinced themselves that you had no idea about anything sexual due to your refusal to answer any of their questionsâwhich there would be nothing wrong with, theyâd be happy to teach you how to please them and them alone. itâs a seductive thought, the fact that youâre untouched, that no man has had the opportunity to taint you and ruin your perspective on how you should receive and give pleasure. theyâve been praying for the day youâd be ready to let them teach you how to be good for them. maybe that makes them monsters, for taking advantage of your naivety and innocence, and molding you into their perfect girl, but they stopped feeling guilty for desiring this long ago.Â
you seem to have missed the fact that you sent their minds reeling and continue venting, âi donât know what to do, maxy! iâve been doing the same thing, and itâs NEVER failed me before. itâs cruel that it stopped working when you guys left me for more than a month! no matter how i did itâif i did the exact same things iâve always been doing, or tried something new, nothing worked! i was literally just considering buying a fucking vibrator! a vibrator, charles, iâd rather run naked in the street than buy that online and have to put in this delivery addressââ
charles gently presses finger against your mouth, shushing you. he pulls you into a deep hug, rubbing a hand up and down the length of your back , the motion pacifying you. he hums, and it vibrates through his chest to yours, âmmm, weâre home now, mon ange. thereâs no need to run in the streets nakedââ âdefinitely not,â max jumps in, reacting possessively at the implication of other people seeing you undressed. charles rolls his eyes and continues (like heâs not just as jealous as max), âor buy a vibrator. i know it must be so frustrating, to not cum,â you gasp softly, âespecially when youâve been edging yourself accidentally for so long, hm?â
a questioning sound slips from your lips, âhm? whatâs edging? i just havenât,â your voice drops to a whisper, âcum.â max thinks that heâs seriously fucked-up in the head, because he watches how you bury your face into charlesâs chest after your whispered word, refusing to make eye contact with them out of embarrassment; and relishes at the fact that you absolutely have no idea about what exactly youâve been doing to yourself. heâs going to enjoy ruining teaching you everything he knows.
âedging is repeated instances of sexual stimulation and stopping before your orgasm. itâs called that because you are kept âon the edge.â you can do it to yourself or with others,â max states in an unfazed manner. he sees you start to relax, knowing that you find comfort in his matter-of-fact tone.Â
a pout lowers your lips, âwho would enjoy that? it feels terrible.â
max breaks out in a grin, slipping an arm around charles and squeezing at his tapered waist, âyou know somebody who enjoys it very much, liefje,â charles blushes at the sudden call out, and watches the way your eyes widen in shock. max continues, âanyways, you may find that you enjoy it when itâs done properlyâwith people who are experienced enough to make sure youâre feeling good and keep you feeling good⌠and show you how to have a proper orgasm, hm?â max segways into the important topic, not allowing you to deflect any longer.
charles stops your attempt at hiding in his broad shoulder this time around, and firmly holds your face to keep you facing max. the dutch give charles a nod of appreciation and watches how he shifts on his feet at the acknowledgement; he might have to take care of him after heâs done with you, too. max allows your eyes to avoid meeting his, letting them roam his face as you battle your own insecurity.
âliefje,â max deepens his tone, knowing how you melt at any pitch similar to his morning voice, âthere is no need to be embarrassed about your virginity and innocence. you had your boundaries set, and never bent or broke them to make someone happy at the cost of your comfort. no matter how much pressure someone applied to you, you refused to let them have you in one of the most vulnerable positions you could ever be in because you felt unsure or plainly uncomfortable with them. that is something you should take pride in and no one should make a joke out of your virginity for that instance. tonight, you can still make that decision if you are not completely sure on allowing charles and i the privilege of teaching you how to feel satisfied. we will continue to wait for you; you have the power here, not charles or i. do what is best for you at this moment, and if that changes, tell us so, and we will continue or stop at your will.â
the room is silent as the three of you digest maxâs spiel. charles and max seem to be completely nonchalant about the matter, but they are trying to hide how anxious they are about your possible refusal, for your sake. of course they are hoping that youâll accept their helping hands, or lips, or tongues, or cocâbut, thatâs not their main intention tonight. the goal is for them to start building a deeper level of understanding and trust with you, to where you allow yourself to be in your most vulnerable state with them. and that will take time; theyâre not expecting you to completely reveal your innermost workings to them instantaneously. however, they most definitely want to show you how good they can make you feel and how good you can make them feel. and once you internalize that, then they can start working on showing you the wonders of sexâor plainly put, they can start tainting you.
you nod. charles eyes brighten and his cheeks dimple with the appearance of a wild smile. he leans in to kiss you in thanks, but max halts him with one finger to the forehead and a quick âaht aht,â âthat wonât do, liefje, i need verbal confirmationâwords, please.â
ây-you canâŚyou can help s-show and teach me how toâŚhow to feel good. i am ready to haveâŚ,â your voice thins out, and suddenly you shake your head, eyes meeting maxâs straight on in an unusual act of confidence, clearing your throat, âi am ready for us to haveâiâm ready for you to fuck me.â
max wasnât exactly ready for that wording and faltered, a little shook. charles on the other hand has to struggle to refrain from laughter. at the mixed reaction, your bravado slips away, and you add, âplease?â charles loses the laugh automatically; your timid but desperate widened brown doe eyes stare up at the two of them, flickering between them anxiously, plump lips parted with your tongue flicking outâhe has a few ideas of something he can offer to keep that mouth of yours busy.
max rumbles in satisfaction, âsee, that wasnât so hard, was it pretty girl? weâll work on that confidence of yours for sureâbut, i have a few rules for you first before we get started. charles, why donât you tell our girl the first two?â
ânumber one, always answer our questions with words; if you donât, weâll stop and wait for you to respond. two, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell us, and weâll stop what weâre doing and make it better for you or stop completely if necessary,â charles answers assuredly.
you nod, and max raises an eyebrow at you, âi mean, yes!â
max praises you, âyouâre already doing so good for us,â he watches your breath catch at the sentence and figures he may have another praise kink on his hands, âyou wanna be a good girl and tell me what you were really doing before we came home?â your cheeks burn and your previous embarrassment returns full force, but you fight through it, not wanting to break the rules right off the bat.
âwell, you remember how i said my usual method wasnât working anymore? i wasnât lying about that. i only g-get off when you guys leave, andidoitbygrindingonapillowâand i have to put down a towel before becauseimakeamess. so! i really was doing laundry, i just didnât spill juice on itâŚi kinda, spilled on it.â
charlesâ hands fall away from you in shock, and max really doesnât know if he can handle another revelation like this from you without actually passing out. you continue to over-explain, âand i i-i didnât even get to, yâ know (oh my god, she soaked the pillow without even cumming, max!), and i got that wet anywayâŚand i canât really control it, but if you guys donât like it i can try andââ
âNO!â âPLEASE DONâT!â
you flinch away, and they apologize heavily for their overreaction.
âplease, donât, mon ange. i can tell you that max and i arenât ever going to hate whatâs between your legs, or what comes from there,â charles suggests with a smirk, before his face shifts to a more blank state âwait. didâŚdid you have a chance to change?â you hum a little âmm-mmâ glancing down at yourself still clad in maxâs sweater and cotton panties, âuhm. no, i was a little more concerned with cleaning up the bed before you guys saw it soâsorry, iâm not a little more presentableââ
âare you wearing the same panties, mon ange?â
you freeze, brain lagging at what the monegasque had noticed. âmhm, yeah,â you whisper softly, playing with the hem of the sweater self-soothingly.
âcan i,â charles takes a deep breath, âcan i touch you, mon coeur?â
you squeak, âyes please, charlie.â
max watches as charles places his massive hand on one of your thighs, spanning the front with no struggle, and gently caresses his hand up, slowly making his way up your thigh. charles taps two fingers gently against you, and you spread your legs a smidge wider, and the sound of your thighs peeling off one another from the stickiness you leaked, reverberates around the room. max canât help but let a moan slip out. charles slides his hand in between your legs, both of your own hands fisting at the hem of your borrowed sweatshirt, and you gasp at the lightest touch of charles pointer and middle finger against your soaked panties. max sees charles pupils blow wide and mouth drop open in aweâand he canât wait anymore.
max presses his front to your back, sandwiching you in between them once again, and impatiently asks, âschatje, can i?â you let out a breathy âyeah,â and max doesnât hesitate to bully his hand in between your legs as well. he cops a more generous feel of your cunt, and groans at the state of ruin your panties are in.
âliefje,â max starts, âwalk with me to the bed, please.â max pulls away, and unfastens one of your hands from the sweater to guide you. you turn around stumbling through your first few stepsâcharles sets you upright more prepared for your legs becoming jello than you are, and helps you over to the bed, one hand firmly set on the small of your back. max sits on the edge of the bed, man spreading comfortably, and watches how your eyes automatically fall to stare at his thighs with a smirk. he glances at charles behind you, who mouths âcanât blame herâ with a smirk of his own. the dutch pats his lap, âcâmere and give me a kiss, pretty girl.â
you rush to sit in his lap, slowing at the last minute, not wanting to sit your full weight on him. he huffs, and grabs at your hips situating you firmly on his lap, before leaning in and kissing you stupid. your gasp of shock transforms into a hum of pleasure, letting max have complete control of the kiss. his hand comes up to rest on the back of your head and moves you exactly where he wants, sucking on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue against yours. max kisses like heâs going to run out of time, he ravishes you completely. you squirm against him, pulling away to pant against his cheek needing air. max chuckles, and you only get to whine at his teasing for half a second before charles, whoâs now sitting next to max, pulls you into another kiss. charles, on the other hand, kisses like he has all the time in the world, he draws it out. he keeps the kisses slow and closed in the beginning, pausing to pull away and thumb at your lips, relishing at how theyâve already swelled from maxâs abuse, the surrounding skin already beginning to turn raw and sensitive from their friction of their facial hair. he continues kissing you, all tongue and sloppy not caring about about the way your hands come up to grasp at his chest in desperation, before switching to absolutely bruise your lips by nipping and tugging at them.Â
your hips jump forward against maxâs, and he canât stop the groan that tumbles out. you jolt away from charlesâ assault and stare at max with an embarrassed expression, âs-sorryââ max narrows his eyes and dismisses your apology, âdonât apologize for that. you feel good, youâre allowed to show that unless i tell you differently.âÂ
âyes, max,â you answer, even though he didnât ask a question.
âoh, youâre such a good girl for us, liefje,â he tests. and his instincts didnât fail him. your hips twitch against his again, and a near inaudible moan slips from your lips.
he turns towards charles, âyeah, that works doesnât it, cha?â charles nods, eyes still stuck on your lips. max smirks at charles being completely entranced, before turning back to you and clocks the glaze beginning to form over your eyes, âalright now, liefje, i need you to pay attention to me really quickly, hm?â
you hum, bobbing your head a few times, before you manage to get out a âyes, max.â
he holds your head steady with his thumb and pointer finger gripping your chin, âiâm not going anywhere, baby, take your time and focus.â it only takes you half a minute to truly focus in after your heart stops racing to give him another verbal confirmation before he continues. âtonight, neither one of us is going to make love to youââ your shoulders drop and a frown is quick to spread across your mouth. you really only prepared for the situation that youâd tell them you were ready, and then youâd get railed into next sunday. you start to panic; maybe you came off too depraved, and heâs letting you down slowlyâ
âhey, hey, hey. no overthinking yet, let him finish, mon ange,â charles calls out to you worriedly, heâs experienced the same thought process you're going through before and would rather try and prevent the self-doubt from overtaking you.
max pets at your waist over the sweater and continues, ânot tonight. weâve just gotten off a flight, and had three back to back races. itâs late, and iâm sure all three of us are tired. we should initiate something like that with a clearer mind,â you feel a little selfish now, his points very valid, âbut, i still want to give you an orgasm, okay? sure, you may not be able to get off by grinding on a pillow anymore. youâve probably just acclimated to it and need to give it a break. so, to compromise: youâll get off by riding my thigh.â
charles and max wait for your reaction. your frown lightens into a pout, but youâre disappointment doesnât completely fade away. âhow is that any different from riding the pillow? itâs the same thing.â charles laughs shakily, âoh, mon ange. you have no idea. listen to max and give it a try before you take it off the table completely.â
you shrug, and agree, âfine. how do iâŚ.uh how do i do the thigh riding, i guess?â
charles turns to look at max, wordlessly asking for permission, and max grants it with a wave of his hand. charles scoots up closer, and shifts your straddle from maxâs whole lap to his right thigh. as soon as your pantie-covered cunt firmly presses on the muscle of maxâs jean-clad thigh, a soft âohâ croaks out of you. max flexes and relaxes his thigh once and your hips jump up and away from him. max and charles glance at each other; youâre ridiculously sensitive, theyâll have to see if thatâs your natural state or if itâs just the result of your prolonged edging and the fact that you were grinding against a pillow not too long ago. charles squeezes your hips, bringing your attention to him, âiâm going to start guiding you now, you ready, mon coeur?â
âmmm, yeahâthat felt really good, i want more,â you speak timidly.
âgood,â charles states, and then he pulls your hips forward dragging you against maxâs thigh, and a flash of heat zings up your spine. you moan, a small, breathy exhale, and charles keeps it slow at first, not pushing you down to roughly or making the motions too quickâhe wants you to learn to love the friction again. barely a minute passes before your hips start fighting charlesâ guided rhythm, and a frustrated groan slips out of you, not able to fight your boyfriends grip. max clocks back in from where he was watching the pleasure start to flicker on your face and asks, âwhat are you supposed to do, baby?â
âmore-ah, please, charlie,â you moan shakily. charles smirks, âlook at you, still using your manners like a good girlââ a louder moan echoes, âokay, okay, mon coeur. iâll get you there, iâll get you to cum like you need, okay? iâll make you forget all about your manners too, hmm?â
you stopped listening to anything after charles reassured you that heâs going to get you to cum, you believe him. he adjusts his grip on your hips and starts incrementally increasing the pace and pressure for you. your moans start to become more frequent, and increasing in pitch rapidly, the drivers can tell youâre hurtling towards your long-awaited orgasm, sooner than they thought. charles slowly releases his grip on your waist letting your hips take over once heâs sure youâve gotten the hang of it. you throw your head back in pleasure, your hips have a steady grind andâŚand youâre feeling good. a suprised laugh slips out of your lips at that and shifts into a sharp moan when max starts flexing his thigh rhythmically giving you a little more texture to work with. max lets his heavy hands fill in for where charlesâ and presses you down into deeper slower strokes.Â
you cry out, itâs a little too much for you, but it feels so good, that you bear with it, they know whatâs best for you, anyways. max grins down at you smugly, and you start to tear up a little; he can still feel your hips twitching away from the pressure sometimes. not wanting to push you too far with that motion alone, he lightens up on the pressure but starts bouncing his thigh. the shriek you release surprises all three of you, but you donât run from it, if anything you lean into it more. one of your hands fists into charlesâ shirt for support, and the other falls to maxâs, tugging it off your left hip so you can hold it tight. maxâs grin softens into a small smile and he kisses your joined hands, and charles leans into press kisses on your neck, praise slipping out of their lips freely.
âdoing so good for us, pretty girl.â
âyeah, baby, thatâs it. take what you need.â
âdonât be shy, let those sweet moans out for us.â
âjust like that, oh! look at that, youâve leaked all over his thigh,â charles points out. max looks down and registers that his pant leg is sticking down to his thigh and the denim has darkened with the amount of wetness. âoh, yeah. look at that, baby,â max pats on the side of your face, and you canât even recall when you screwed your eyes shut, but you look down, and a mortified squeal leaves you. not much longer and youâll have drowned his thigh. the dutchman sucks his teeth at you, âdonât be embarrassed, liefje. i canât wait until i can taste it straight from the source,â he moves his other hand underneath the sweatshirt, and slips two fingers between your inner thigh while gathering your wetness. he sucks on one finger moaning explicitly at your taste, before offering both fingers to charles to clean off. the monegasque flicks his tongue out teasingly tasting them first, before he makes a quick motion of sucking them in and fully running his tongue in every crevice to get every last drop of your taste.Â
you moans start to become pitchy little ah-ah-ahâs, and you frantically start rabbiting your hips. youâre so close. max squeezes you hand, and starts up the praise again.
âi wasnât joking, schatje. when i finally get my mouth on your pretty little cunt, you wonât be able to pull me off of you until i force at least three orgasms out of you.â
charles pulls off of maxâs fingers and adds, âi need to give her three or four from my mouth too. i donât think sheâll be able to handle that many.â
âyes, she can. sheâs such a good girl for us, sheâd let us keep going until we tell her when sheâs done.â
âmmm, yeahâsheâs right there, look at that cute little face sheâs making.â
âher pretty little o-mouth, we should fill that up for her too.â
âthinkin iâll fill that sweet little cunt of hers first with my dickââ
what escapes your mouth is definitely a scream, and max canât bring himself to muffle it even though itâs the middle of the night. he pays a hefty sum of money for this penthouse, they can deal with hearing how charles and him make you scream with pleasure. your orgasm completely whites-out all of your senses; ears ringing, eyes rolled back, skin feeling raw and thighs shaking. max and charles work your hips back and forth a few more times, helping you with the aftershocks until you squirm out of their hands. you fall forward into maxâs chest, body trembling, and tears streaming down your face.
max cradles you close and scratches at your head, calling your name a few times to get a gauge of how out of it you are. with no verbal response, he sends charles to get water and a towel to clean you up. max softly murmurs praises at you constantly, and charles joins in with the affirmations when he returns. the both clean you up when youâre still floating; they put you in an oversized tee, not bothering with undergarments, wiping all wetness and cream away from between your legs trying to avoid looking at your cunt directly, they even manage to get your bonnet on for you, and even have time to change the duvet before you start becoming aware again.
you turn and automatically move to snuggle into the crook of maxâs neck, but he gently presses a straw to your mouth so you can hydrate after the amount of fluids you seem to have lost. your eyes open, and you croak out a disapproving hum at not being able to go to sleep, and max shakes his head at you, âdrink, schat. non-negotiable, pretty girl.â after slowly draining ž of the bottle, you pull away and with a shattered voice, start mumbling, âthank you, thank you, thank youââ
and charles leans over to cut you off with a soft press of lips, âno, thank you for letting us give you that, mon coeur.â you hum, whispering out, âi love you, charlie. i love you, maxy.âÂ
they both respond with resounding âi-love-youâs back, and start soft conversation just checking up on you before they let you fall asleep.Â
âiâve never felt this good before from an orgasm,â you start, âi wannaâi wanna keep being good for you guys. i wanna learn how to feel good like this again, and i want you both to show me how because i trust you. please?â. charles and max both murmur affirmatives to you, and you continue speaking softly, âyou guys can take showers now, iâll probably be asleep before you come back.â after making sure youâre truly comfortable, max and charles head to the en-suite to take the worldâs speediest shower so they can cuddle up with you sooner.Â
shutting the door, max and charles stare at each other in completely silence. charles starts, âare we sure that weâre the ones corrupting her and sheâs not corrupting us? because, iâve almost came in my pants three times tonight.â
max stares at charles with unseeing eyes, âi will never forgot the way she soaked my fucking leg, charlesâŚiâm pretty sure i did come in my pants.â
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