Summary: Max and Charlie hook up one night, and wake in the morning to record snowfall. Stuck inside together for days, will Charlie's secret feelings for Max stay under the surface? Pt. 5 of Poker Game, Halloween Party, Camping Trip, New Year's
Notes: Max uses they/them pronouns and is a lesbian. If you don't like that, too bad. You'll get over it. Don't read and leave hate.
CW: Sir kink, mild Daddy kink, camera kink, oral sex, fingering, strap-ons, bondage, blindfolds, impact play with flogger on thighs and crop on genitals, L bombs, dykery, switching, mostly Charlie as a sub bottom but also ft. Charlie as a sub top
"Max... Max..." Charlie moans their name as Max buries their face further in Charlie's bush, tongue working up Charlie's clit with gentle but persistent determination. "Don't fucking stop, Max. I'm gonna cum. Please -- Max! Max! Max!" Charlie cries out, grasping the bedsheets into knots as she falls apart on Max's handsome face. She rides out her orgasm and they drink up her cum, gripping her hips with strong hands.
"Max, oh my God, Max, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum again," Charlie warns, begs.
Max hums in response, eyes lighting up mischievously as they suck and lick at Charlie's swollen clit, provoking her next orgasm with practiced ease.
Max and Charlie have been fucking like bunnies since the camping trip in November. It's mid-January, a couple weeks since the New Year's Eve kink party and Charlie's realization that her childish little crush on Max is growing into something bigger than schoolyard teasing and heart doodles in notebooks.
The realization, of course, did not mean action.
Sure, action was happening in some ways, like the action of Max's flat tongue stroking up and down that has Charlie trembling underneath their mouth and gasping for air.
But action like conversation? Confessing feelings? Asking for more? Certainly not. And Charlie would like it to stay that way for a good long while, until...
Well, until Max says something first, or she --
"Max!" Charlie screams again, shaking with orgasmic pleasure and grasping her hands in Max's thick, curly black hair as she rides the waves.
Max cleans her up with slow, long strokes of their tongue. She sighs deeply, catching her breath from her multiple orgasms and looking down at Max in between her legs, their bright green eyes dark with desire as they look back up at her.
She never wants this to end. She wants to keep fucking Max, yeah, but she also wants to keep texting them pictures of her cats while they text back pictures of their Aussie Shepard, Joey. She wants to lounge on the couch with them watching trashy reality TV and eating popcorn. She wants to fall asleep in their arms so they can fuck again in the morning and then make breakfast together, dancing in her tiny Toronto apartment kitchen while the eggs fry in a pan.
God, she's like a lovesick puppy.
Max pushes themself up on their arms and hovers over Charlie, eyes traveling down her naked body with hunger and lust. They press their body against hers and bring their lips to her ear, murmuring, "Did you like that, boytoy?"
"Yes, Sir, I liked it... I loved it, I love --" Charlie pauses, stopping herself before she almost slips and says I love you. "I love how you fuck me," she quickly adds.
"I love how you take it like a filthy slut," Max responds with a grin, kissing Charlie with a warm mouth, the taste of herself on their tongue.
They tangle up in each other, kissing and groping until Charlie shivers from the cold and Max pulls up the covers over them and spoons her to warm her up. They stay like this for a long time, cuddled tight, Charlie's cats Pepper and George curled at the foot of the bed, until Charlie and Max fall asleep by accident, breathing softly in each other's arms.
Charlie wakes in the morning to cool, white light pouring in through the small windows. Max is still holding her, snoring softly in her ear. Pepper has become her little spoon, curled up by her belly and purring.
She could stay in this moment forever, her heart beating hard in her chest as she realizes Max stayed over. She stays still, not wanting to move and wake up Max or Pepper. She lets herself close her eyes and breathe deeply, falling back asleep in the early January morning...
"Oh shit," Charlie hears through the fog of sleep. Her back is cold and absent of weight -- she turns around and sees Max looking out the small window in her bedroom.
"What?" Charlie asks groggily.
"There's, like, half a meter of snow on the ground."
"Oh," she says.
"I didn't even wear my snow boots, fuck. I wore my fucking Docs," Max says, mostly to themself.
Charlie pulls up the weather app on her phone to a blizzard warning with heavy snowfall.
"Record-breaking 40 centimeters of snowfall. Toronto residents encouraged to stay home,'" Charlie reads aloud.
"Shit," Max says again.
"You can stay here 'til the snow clears, dude. It's no big deal," Charlie offers.
Max turns away from the window, worry written on their furrowed eyebrows. "Are you sure, dude?"
"Yeah," Charlie laughs. "It's not like you can go anywhere anyway."
Max's lips quirk up in a smile. "Yeah, okay. Thanks, man." They crawl back into bed with Charlie, snuggling up and warming Charlie against the chill of the winter morning.
Charlie sighs into the comfort of Max's arms. She's ready to fall back asleep, ignoring the demands of the day in favor of this perfect moment of warmth and intimacy with Max.
Max has other ideas, kissing up Charlie's neck until they reach her pulse and nibble and suck on her soft, sensitive skin.
"Ohh. Max. Please."
"Please what, Charlie?" Max teases, a smile in their voice.
"Don't start what you can't finish, Max."
"Oh, I can finish you off, baby, don't you worry," Max retorts. Being called 'baby' sets off butterflies in Charlie's stomach. Max nibbles her shoulder and adjusts their grip around Charlie so that their hands are positioned over her tits, massaging softly while their tongue strokes her neck. She squirms, whimpers.
"What's a matter, boytoy?" Max asks.
"Sir..." Charlie groans.
Max growls in response to the title. They reach their other hand down Charlie's side, playing with the soft skin of her thighs.
"Oh, Max..." Charlie croaks.
"Hmm," Max replies. "What do you want, baby?"
There's that 'baby' again. It drives Charlie wild and makes her wet instantly. It also floods an ache into her heart, and she bites her lip.
"I want you to fuck my pussy, Sir," she blurts.
"Good fucking boy," Max approves. They readjust and shove Charlie onto her back, dipping their head and sucking gently on her sensitive brown nipples as their hands trail up and down her soft skin, spreading her thighs and making her throb.
"Please --" Charlie gasps.
Max runs a finger up her slit, drawing her wetness up to her hard clit and rubbing gentle circles.
"Ohh, Max, please, please fuck me, I need your finger inside me, Sir..."
Max switches their attention to Charlie's other nipple, slipping their middle finger inside her and relishing in the hot, desperate sound she gives to them. They let go of her nipple and lick up her neck, asking, "Do you like that, you fucking slut?"
