cs55 - "And I'm sure you're going to look so pretty cumming on a cock, my cock, for the first time"
mafia!carlos x virgin!reader
smut (18+), mdni, p in v, oral (f receiving), age gap (10 years), unprotected sex, size kink, strong emphasis on femininity/masculinity
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There's a small pout on your red lips while you swirl the icy pulp on the bottom of your glass around. Your fingertips are slightly wet from the condensation on the cocktail glass, the paper straw you mushed into the ice, mixed with a faint hint of Jack Daniel's and coke, made it even more of a mess. Your eyes darted over the moving bodies, the lights that flickered through the club, Bad Bunny blasting through the speakers, making couples grind together and groups of friends dance and rap along. He was sitting there, slightly hidden in the corner. It was a spot where he could easily see everyone. Nothing went unnoticed by him. You could sense his presence, his aura, from your spot at the bar, nearly making you feel watched.
"You shouldn't sulk about that man."
Alexandra showed up at your side, her make-up as pretty as ever, her hands wrapped around her Dior clutch, her phone in the other hand. "And definitely not on your birthday," she added. "I wasn't sulking," you defended. "Then stop ogling him like you want him to kiss your pout away, what are you, a toddler?" Alexandra pushed your shoulder to let you know she was teasing you. "He's just so..." you sigh. "Hot? And dangerous," she replied, standing in front of you to block your view. "He owns the club, it's not like he's going to kill me on the way to the restroom," you protest. "You've read too many mafia romances on Wattpad, mon dieu. What you need, is a new drink," she said, plucking the empty glass out of your hand.
The waiter briefly looked at the mess you left on the bottom of the glass, wondering why you had abused the straw like that, but didn't ask any questions. Before you could order, a new glass was put in front of you. You looked up at the bartender in confusion. "It's from the man over there," he said, pointing over your shoulder, at the man in the corner. You gnawed at your bottom lip, feeling his dark eyes on you again. You took the glass, wondering if you should be afraid something was in it. "Don't drink it," Alexandra hissed. "Alex, I'll be fine," you said, lifting the glass in his direction to thank him before taking a sip. "Maybe you're the one who's read too many mafia romances," you said with a giggle, earning a roll of her eyes, but a smile alongside it nevertheless.
"Charles knows him, okay," she spills eventually, when you both walk down to dance as well. "He's been doing runs for him, you know, to earn some extra cash," she admitted. "He's running a Spanish crew." You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. "Let's have fun, okay?" you wanted her to drop the topic, but you couldn't fully let go of him yet, knowing he was there, looking at you. It didn't take long before her boyfriend, Charles, joined you. He hugged you and kissed your cheek to wish you a happy birthday, his attention soon after directed to his girlfriend. Alex was slowly getting more tipsy, hanging in Charles' arms and nearly twisting an ankle on her heels. "Hey, we're going to leave soon," Charles told you. "Want me to drop you off?" he asked.
"I'm fine, thanks, I'll be out soon too," you replied. Charles looked rather skeptical of you leaving alone. "I'll be fine, really," you assured him. "Text us when you get home, okay?" he said eventually, making you promise it. As soon as they moved through the people to the cloakroom, you turned around and made your way to the VIP section. You were stopped by one of his men, who opened his mouth to tell you weren't invited, but Carlos lifted a hand, signing to let you in. One look at the others who were seated with him, and they were gone. He rose to his feet, towering over you when you stood in front of him. Your heart started beating a little faster when you looked into his dark eyes. "Hi," you spoke up. "I wanted to thank you for that drink," you continue. He let his eyes glide over you as if he hadn't been looking at you the whole night already, and all those previous nights.
His hands rose, fingertips tracing your cheek to your jaw, then lifting your chin slightly. "You turn twenty only once, don't you?" his voice rasps, sending shivers up your spine. "Come sit with me, princess," Carlos sat down in his seat again, his thighs spreading a little, his hand patting them. "You didn't tell me your name," you say, sliding onto his left thigh with an ease you surprised yourself with. "You don't know who I am?" his head cocked a little sideways, a hand finding your lower back. "You're too famous for formalities like introducing yourself?" you reply, briefly holding his stare until the corners of his lips curl upward. "My name is Carlos Sainz," he says, taking your hand in his and kissing the back, dark eyes still burning into yours. "But you knew that," he adds.
"Did your friend warn you about me?" he continued, a hand moving over his jaw that was covered with scruff. You were briefly distracted by it, watching his biceps flex under the tight, black material that covered his upper body. Your nose caught a whiff of his cologne, scotch, musk, mixed with a hint of a fire pit that was smouldering before it went out completely. "She's easily concerned," you finally reply. He hummed in response, eyes gliding over you again. "Boss?" someone interrupted, but Carlos didn't move or attempt to make you get up. "It's done," the man said, glancing between the two of you. "Good," Carlos nodded. "I'm busy tonight. Send Teto to cover up any tracks you didn't spot. I don't want to deal with the cops again. Move everything to the second stash house."
The man was simply mesmerizing in the way he talked, acted, carried himself. Everything about him was so manly, so hot. There was something about him that made you gravitate towards him since you first started coming here. He was ten years older than you, making him forbidden terrain, especially with the fact that he was a mafia boss, but god did you love being a trespasser to find out exactly what's so dangerous about him. Honey eyes looked back at you as he sensed you hadn't stopped looking at him. "Tell me what you want, darling," he said, and you shifted to straddle his lap, your dress riding up dangerously high. He was aware that he could see your panties if he leaned a little sideways, but the gentleman he was, he looked you in the eyes.
"Take me with me you," you said, his knuckles feeling a little rough on your thighs as he dragged them over your skin, calloused fingertips following as they traced up to your underwear. The music in the background faded out as you felt your heart in your throat the moment his fingers brushed over your wet core, feeling the damp lace of your thong. Your palm pressed into his chest, feeling the heat radiate off him. "You want to be treated right?" he spoke up. "Yes," you answered, warmth pooling between your thighs at the thought of him having his way with you. "Cariño... Has anyone ever touched you there?" his lips brush against yours, warm breath ghosting over your face. "N-no," you hum, shivering a little when his nose moves down your neck, inhaling your scent.
He lets out a small chuckle, making you swallow hard, as he must think you're pathetic. "I have to warn you," he says instead, tucking your hair behind your ear while looking at you. "I'll ruin you for any other man. You're mine after tonight," Carlos says, possessiveness radiating off him. "Is that what you want?" his fingertips brush over your lips next, pulling on your lower lip. "It depends," you say after a couple of seconds. His eyebrow raises. "Depends on how hard you're going to make me scream," you breathe. He's hard against your inner thighs, the bulge in his slacks rubbing against your wet thong as he pulls you forward. His tongue darts slightly out of his mouth to wet his lips. Raw, passionate, with eye contact. Next question. With a swift move, he lifts you off his lap, putting you on your feet and getting up as well. "Get her coat," he commands to the guard standing near the door.
"I left it in my friend's apartment," you remember, as you had stepped into the uber without a jacket and left it at Alexandra's place, convinced you'd end up there at the end of the night anyway. Carlos took his own coat from the rack, draping it around your shoulders. It smelled like him - a cliché thought - his cologne, cigars, leather. "Do you trust me?" he asked, pulling the coat a little tighter around you, standing so close you needed to crane your neck to look at him. You nodded silently, enthralled by the way his eyes gazed into yours, the way the lights of the club moved over his features. "Good. The car is ready," he said, his palm pressing into your lower back to guide you forward and through the hallway. He opened the door of the emergency exit for you, and you walked outside onto the pavement behind the club.
One of Carlos' men pulled on the car door, and Carlos ushered you into the backseat. You shuffled over the leather seats, watching Carlos follow you and sit next to you. He leaned forward to mutter something to the driver, making the man nod. He pulled down the divider between the front and the back. You turn your head to look at him, your heart hammering against your ribcage, suddenly thinking of what Alex told you. "Nervous?" Carlos voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Only a little," you say. "Don't be," his voice dropped an octave, lips brushing over yours. Your breaths mingled, he teased you, made you long for it. You had kissed someone before, but it hadn't been special. A drunken kiss, sloppy make-out session. His lips pressed to your cheek before they wandered down your neck, kissing your pulse.
Goosebumps rose upon your skin, heat spreading between your thighs when his hand landed on your knee, fingertips caressing your skin while he shifted to hot, open mouth kisses on your neck. "It's going to hurt a little..." his lips ghosted over your ear. "But it'll hurt so good," he muttered, fingers trailing higher up your thigh, finding the lace of your thong and cupping your dripping pussy. "And I'm sure you're going to look so pretty cumming on a cock, my cock, for the first time," Carlos whispers, slacks tightening further around his crotch, the filthy images of your virgin pussy around his cock driving him crazy, you writhing on the sheets beneath him, begging him for more. "Carlos..." you breathed, your hips rolling towards his fingers, feeling his thumb pressing against your clothed clit. He looked into your doe eyes, watching your eyelids flutter, the material dampening further under his touch.
The car stopped, pulling you lazily from the haze. The door opened and he pulled your dress down your thighs again, making sure his coat was covering you up before you exited the car. You looked up at the building that disappeared into the clouds, knowing he probably lived in the penthouse. "I own the building," Carlos says, as if he could read your mind. "Some of my partners live here," he added as well, the door of the elevators opening. You see him in bright lights for the first time, and the view does not disappoint. Strong jaw, strong features, even broader looking frame, hair messily stroked back by his fingers. Your eyes fell to his lips, full and soft looking, his facial hair looking so good on him, making you wonder how it would feel against your thighs. He took his turn to look at you as well, cheeks a little pink from the moment in the car, hair cascading down your shoulders, the glittery end of your dress flirting with him, as he knew he didn't have to push it much higher to reveal all of it.
He was eager, curious, desperate to know how much you could take, how far he could push you. Carlos guided you into his two-story penthouse, taking his coat off your shoulders. He watched you get rid of your heels, the cold floor feeling heavenly against the bruised soles of your feet. You wandered around his living room, looking at him from over your shoulder. The soft laugh that escaped you was sent straight to his cock, an amused look in his eyes as you stood at the bottom of the stairs. Never had a man looked at you like he did, predator-like, so hungry, longing to devour, ready to worship. It gave you a newfound confidence that made you reach for the zipper of your dress, slipping out of the material and letting it fall to the floor. You slowly walked up the steps, looking at the incredible view over Madrid from the floor to ceiling windows, before arriving in his bedroom.
Carlos followed you soon enough, watching you as you spread out on the soft sheets of his bed like a cat. He reached for the light switch to turn on the lights above his bed, the gentle glow resting on your skin. He drank in the swell of your tits, perky nipples covered by a pink bralette, your waist, your ass, the fleshy thighs he wanted to put his teeth in. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he spoke up, his hands curling around your ankles from his position at the end of the bed. Another laugh is audible when he pulls you down the sheets, legs wrapping around his hips, his bulge pressing against you. Your heartrate quickens when your hands are pinned above your head. "Mi amor... You need to realize that I mean it when I say that you're mine after this," he said, the scent of your aroused body, your perfume, your femininity. "Once you get in, it's hard to get out," Carlos said, feeling your wet cunt through your panties.
You slowly nod, swallowing hard as you feel the pressure of his weight on top of you. "Use your words," he demands. "Yes, I want this," you say. Your lips finally collide in a delicious kiss that sucks all the air out of your lungs. He claims your lips with ease, tongue licking into your mouth and stroking yours, hips rolling into body. Carlos' hand slides down your body, curling around your waist, kneeding your skin, pushing you more into him. The layers between your bodies drove you insane, making you whine into his mouth and reach for the buttons of his shirt. His teeth bit playfully into the skin of your neck before sitting up on his knees, eyes raking over you while his fingers pried the small buttons out of their holes. You reached for the clasp of your bra behind your back, undoing it and sliding the piece of underwear away from your body.
He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of your pink nipples, your pretty eyes looking up at him while he finally took his shirt off. Your abs clenched while looking at his, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip, mouth watering because of his muscled body. His hands planted next to your head, arms remaining stretched as you admired the veins running over them, his biceps, his broad shoulders that made you disappear underneath him. "You can touch me all you want, sweetheart," Carlos said, shivering slightly when your palms slid over his pecs and down his abs, feeling the carved out muscles. Your eyes met again when you reached for his belt, undoing the leather around his slacks before zipping it down. You took a soft, shaky breath but pushed through the nerves, your hand slipping inside and feeling the veiny skin of his cock, the leaking tip, the thick girth.
Your body heated up further, tensing with a longing you had never felt before. His eyes had darkened, pupils blown, smoldering ambers disappearing into coal black. "You think you can take it?" he asked. "I'll make it fit," he continued, taking your hand and pinning it down again, his mouth trailing over your neck and to your collarbone. Your brain slipped back into the same haze as in the car, letting him take over as hot kisses were dropped on your tits, his eyes catching the look on your face while he caught one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue licking the hard pearl before he moved over to the other. Hands replaced his mouth, rough fingertips playing, tugging on them while his lips made their way to where you were aching for him. Teeth nipped on your skin, making you whine as it stung slightly on your hipbone. He soothed it soon after, ripping your panties apart with ease, baring you for him.
He groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy, the thought of being buried in there making him go feral and his cock pulse under the layer of clothing he was still wearing. "Carlos..." your voice is soft, a pout on your lips. You're almost adorable, and he was going to ruin you completely. There's no warning before his head is buried between your thighs, tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt and starting a rhythm of hard strokes before the muscles softens and swirls around your clit. You stiffen slightly against the bed, the sensation overwhelming you before you relax, letting him spread you open further. Heat rises to your face at the filthy sounds of him sucking on your clit, licking up your slick and devouring your pussy. He groans at your taste. You look at him as you realize that he's enjoying this too. Your walls pulse as his tongue abuses your clit again, the coil in your lower abdomen threatening to snap.
A finger slips through your lips, gathering some of your juices before pushing in. Your eyelids flutter with a moan, your body trembling a little as curls the digit up. Carlos' obsessed with the squelching noise of your pussy taking his finger, obsessed with your hips swiveling, your tight cunt clenching around it. "Nobody's made you feel like this before?" he growls, eyes raking over the lines on your stomach, the way your hands clutch onto the sheets. "No," you breathe, lips swollen and parted as you lean up on your elbows. Carlos sits further up, pulling your hips on his thighs while he slips a second finger in. Your mouth parts with a breathless cry. It's a little uncomfortable, but it fades soon as your slick coats his fingers and makes him slight them in and out of you effortlessly. His other hand nestles into the hair in the back of your neck, pulling your head back so you look at him again.
"I'm the first one to touch this pussy and will be the only one, understood?" Carlos says. "Yes," you reply, fighting your eyes that threaten to roll back as he curls his fingers up and hits that spongy part inside you. "Good girl," his voice rasps, fingers falling out of your hair and slipping into his slacks, finally freeing his cock from the tight material. He lets out a breath as his hands fists his girth, giving himself a firm stroke. Your pussy clenches as you look at him stroking himself while fingering you. You can't tear your eyes off the way he squeezes himself a little, cock wet with pre-cum, the tip a little red and swollen, begging to be buried in your cunt. Carlos watches you get lost in the way his fingers scissor, twirl and twist their way to your first orgasm, feeling your slick covering his fingers as you tremble. The sweet sounds you let out are enough to make his cock stirr and leak, hot seed dripping on your pussy.
Your toes curl at the warm pleasure that spreads through your veins, reaching the very ends of your nervesystem and making you arch off the bed. He's made a mess on you, his hand still slowly fisting his cock while the white liquid drips from your thighs and your pussy. Curiosity doesn't let you think before you reach for it, and he feels like he's going crazy as he watches you lick the cum from your fingers. "Turn around, on your knees," he commands. You feel sore already, moaning softly as you do what he says. You yelp as he pushes your shoulders down, ass up, his cock slipping through your lips and gathering the cum before teasing your entrance. "Keep being a good girl for me, hmm?" he asks. You feel drunk, sweaty, hot, and so horny. Your legs seemed to have turned into liquid, blood pulsing rapidly through your veins of the anticipation.
The stretch of his tip only is insane, making you tremble already. Sharp pain makes you freeze for a second, his hand sliding over your spine pushing you down, letting you arch your back again. "That's it, your little pussy can take me," he growls, admiring the stretch of your cunt around him, feeling you grip him so heavenly tight. His fingers rub over your clit, distracting you from the painful feeling of him bottoming you out for the first time. "You're so fucking big," you breathe, burying your face into the sheets. "I know, pretty," Carlos' hands settle on your hips, offering the first slow thrust to get you through the pain as quickly as possible. He splits you open with his cock, making you gasp and whine as he starts a firm pace. You're so full, and he's so big, your knuckles turn white from clenching the sheets in your fists.
You relax further into his touch, allowing him to fuck you harder, deeper. "Shit," you moan, feeling him deep inside you, your soaking cunt offering no restraint as he angles his hips to slip ballsdeep into you. Carlos has to take a deep breath to continue before spilling inside you already. His mind keeps repeating that he's the first one to fill you like this, the first one to bury his seed in you. It makes his balls clench and his cock pulse, teeth ache to bite with some kind of primal need. He made the mistake to flip you around, because one look at your fucked out face was nearly enough to tip him over the edge. Your doe eyes looked up at him, begging him silently to make you cum. Carlos grunted and growled as he watched his cock split you open again and again, a ring of your juices forming at the base. You grip him tightly as his fingers brush over your clit again.
"Mi vida, let me cum in your pussy," he rasped, hand gripping your thigh while he fucks you harder, deeper into the mattress. "Yes," you drawl, unable to think of anything else. "Please," you add, eyebrows furrowing together as you're overwhelmed with what you were feeling. You fight your heavy eyelids as you orgasm, cries of his name falling from your lips while you watch him bury himself deeply inside you, his muscles tensing as his head falls back. Your walls are painted with his cum, the pressure prolonging your orgasm.
Your body aches, your muscles protest, and exhaustion nearly knocks you out. Carlos watches your mixed juices leak from you after he pulls out. He briefly disappears into the bathroom to get a towel, cleaning you up as well as he can. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, looking possibly even hotter with his hair messed up by your fingers, nailmarks in his biceps and shoulders. "A lot," you replied, sitting up as he got closer, pulling one of his shirts over your head. "I was right," Carlos said, fingers tracing your cheek. "You look beautiful while cumming on my cock." A small giggle escapes you, cheeks turning pink again.
He pulls you into his lap, letting his eyes dart over your face. "I have some stuff to take care of," he says, causing the smile on your face to drop. "Don't worry, I will be downstairs in my office. I'll join you after, okay?" Carlos lifts you up and leaves you on the end of the bed while he stood up. "What happens tomorrow?" you ask, looking up at him. He takes a second to look at you and caress your hair. "I'm going to get you a present and bent you over the counter in the kitchen," he says, lips brushing over yours. "Unless you don't want that?" he grins, making you scoff. "We should go on a date," you say. "So we can get to know each other," you laugh a little. "I already know everything about you," he cocks his head sideways, slipping into a pair of sweats.
You watch as he reaches into the drawer of the nightstand, taking a gun out of it and tucking it into the back. "Don't pout, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Of course we will go on a date. I'll book your favourite restaurant tomorrow at seven," he says, arms caging you in as he leans over you again. "But you'll be on the menu all day," he says, lifting the shirt he just dressed you with, to bury his mouth between your thighs once more. You let your head fall back as your fingers disappear into his hair, back arching with the hot pleasure that swirls up your spine.
