Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (6/6)
a/n: first of all, happy international chef's day! second, i got my internet conection back and that's worth celebrating with the last part of this hot as hell seriessss. you can totally tell i love carmy in uniform lmao
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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering,
V is for: Visuals.
‘-the time difference is kicking my ass.’ He heard your tired whisper through the speaker and sighed along with you while taking a drag from his cig. ‘I really miss you…’ You confessed even more softly, pulling a smile over his own tired face.
‘I really miss you too.’ He mumbled back and despite being completely alone, his face still flared up at the confession.
You hummed along with his response, then after a few silent seconds you asked: ‘what do you miss about me?’
Carmy chuckled nervously and ran his hand down his face, falling back against the kitchen counter..
‘I miss… your pretty face’ He began and closed his eyes to picture you on the other side of the phone; probably in your pajamas, biting on your bottom lip and trying to avoid the goofy smile his response caused. ‘I miss kissing you…’
‘Hmm… what else?’ You breathed out that made him swallow hard and stir his hips.
He couldn’t think of what else to say, he was shit at normal conversation and now the idea of phone sex had erased the words from his brain.
You were quiet on the other line for a while and he was almost sure you had fallen asleep, until he heard movement and a heavy sigh.
Then his phone vibrated near his cheek and your voice whispered sweetly. ‘Does that help?’
His heart stopped at the sight of your full breasts on display and the rest of your body barely covered by the hotel robe, then his blood traveled south to the forming tent in his pants.
‘What else do you miss, Carmy?’
W is for: Whites.
‘Ready to go?’ You called, walking in from the back door and immediately stopping in your tracks.
Carmen stood leaning tiredly against the marble bar, hair disheveled and chef white sleeves rolled up to his forearms, letting the designs on his skin peek from under. Despite the fatigue evident on his face, he still offered a loving smile towards you.
‘’M just checkin’ produce for tomorrow. Ten more minutes?’ He asked and reached a strong hand in your direction.
All you could do was nod and swallow the sudden dryness that invaded your mouth at the sight of him. He gave you a quick kiss and moved back to the scribbled pages.
You hopped on the empty space beside him and took a quick look around the empty room, then bit your lip and stared back at him through doe eyes. You’d seen him many times before in his chef whites, but something about the concentration in his eyes and the flexing of muscle under the material had you completely soaked, and the thin material of your skirt wasn’t helping.
He felt your intense gaze and flickered his eyes around your face, landing on your lips. ‘What?’ He asked.
You bit your lip and watched him swallow hard, taking the bait. ‘You look really fuckin’ hot right now…’
Carmy chuckled softly and shook his head. ‘What’s doin’ it for ya? The smell of onions or the Hollandaise stains?’
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the still pristine uniform and pulled timidly, eyes heavy on his.
‘...really?’ He asked again in disbelief and planted a hand near your naked thigh, leaning towards you.
You shrugged and parted your thighs where his hips fit perfectly, then threaded your fingers through his hair and watched him close his eyes, slightly groaning. ‘I like a man in uniform…’
X is for: ‘X marks the spot’
With your hands resting under your cheek and your chest flat on the bed, you could feel the line of goosebumps follow the soft graze of Carmen’s lips. They had started at your shoulder blades- pulling soft breathy giggles from your flushing chest- then down your spine, where they met his strong hands holding your waist.
‘Is it there?’ He asked for the fifth time, though you wondered if he was enjoying the search more than actually trying to find your sweet spot.
A soft whine came out when one hand curved past your hip, in between the valley of your ass and to the spot he knew would certainly bring you bliss.
‘No cheating…’ You mumbled back between a moan and the disheveled sheets, making him chuckle again.
You felt his hand move back to your hip bone and his body hover over yours before the warmth of his chest pressed against your back. Dexterous fingers ran through your scalp and the sultry kiss he placed at the base of your neck was enough for your nerves to spark alight and your hips to push back against him.
‘Found it…’ He joked, warm breath caressed your ear and another kiss had your eyes rolling back.
Y is for: ‘Yes, Chef’
‘Say it again-’ He instructed through a heavy breath and a jerk of his hips that had the words turning into a scrambled groan.
You clawed against the cold counter hoping to find something to hold on to because fuck, he was making you feel so good you thought you might float away. Carmy raked his nails through your messy hair and pulled you up with a firm but gentle grip.
‘C’mon pretty girl- you were so fuckin’ bold hours ago, what happened?’ You could hear the satisfaction in his words.
He stopped his thrusts long enough to give your lungs a needed breath, only to pull your knee up on the counter and bury into you at a deeper angle. The new sensation pulled a squeal from your throat and your head fell back against his strong shoulders.
‘You still gonna talk back in front of everybody?’ He sneered again and wrapped another hand over your swollen cunt.
All you could do was shake your head.
‘You gonna be good from now on?’ Carmen asked while his fingers began circular motions.
‘Yes…’ You moaned a little too loud and his fingers sped up.
‘Yes what?’ He asked again and softly pressed the sides of your neck until your eyes rolled back and your breasts raised with your struggling pants.
Z is for: Zesty.
With Carmy, it was always like the first time. There was never a moment where he was too tired, or too busy, or too in his head that having you bouncing on his cock couldn’t fix. The simple idea that you were his filled him with a new fervor, a fresh wave of energy that had his hands groping at your ass and pulling you up as he stood from the old chair.
You squealed in surprise and circled your thighs tightly around his hips, then heard the sound of everything on the desk falling heavily on the ground before the cold wood touched your skin. His lips latched onto yours as he continued his frantic movements, on hand on your head to avoid you bumping against the top shelf while the other rested on your cheek.
When he pulled away, his eyes were wild and glossy, even in the dim light you could spot the silhouette of your flushed face.
‘Tell me you’re mine.’ He muttered between peppered kisses that made you heave and smile.
‘I’m a-all yours baby-’ Carmy’s smile grew at your immediate answer, thrusting even deeper into the spot that caused lightning bolts to course through your spine.
‘All mine…’ He muttered as he settled your back over the desk and pushed your legs up to your chest. ‘All mine.’
Strictly 18+. Super sweet but also pretty explicit smut. Not a ton of context, mostly steam. Very passionate vanilla. This is Carmy truly in love. I love this dynamic tbh.
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It can be hard to tell if he’s anxious or if something has happened, but you know not to push. He’s been like this again. Withdrawn, distant, his mind anywhere but with you. It’s all new to you, being there for each other like this, but you’ve learned how to look after each other just by doing the little things. You cook a meal for him - nothing fancy. You’re always a little self-conscious cooking for him, but he is always appreciative. And you know he needs you right now.
“I’m worried about you, Carmy.” You say once dinner is finished.
You weren’t sure how to approach it, or when. Here, in his apartment, in his living room, seems like the easiest place. In truth, it’s been hard to see him at all and going to his restaurant felt off-limits to you, at least whilst he was like this.
“I know, I–” He pauses, unsure what to say.
“I’m not trying to force anything. I just want you to know I’m here. I just don’t know if there’s anything I can do, or–”
He extends his hand to yours and pulls you onto his lap when you grasp it.
“You are honestly the best thing going on in my life right now.” He runs his hand through your hair. “Just— just don’t go anywhere. Stay, even if I fuck up.”
“How would you fuck up?” Your voice rises with concern.
“I don’t know, I just… I always do. I’ve pushed so many people away, I fucked every good thing up. Now you’re the good thing and I can feel you slipping away from me already and—“
He sounds panicked.
“I’m not. I promise I’m not.” You touch his cheek gently then place his hand on your chest.
It doesn’t take long before your breathing is in sync, deep and purposeful. Almost without meaning to, you begin to inch towards each other. He brushes your hair behind your ear and leans to whisper.
“I’m not perfect, I’m often not good enough at all. I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve not been here, I’ve been neglecting you, I’ve been–”
You hush him and grab the hand that’s resting behind your ear then cup your cheek in it.
“I want to be close to you” You murmur.
“Yeah?” He smiles gently.
His first smile today.
“Yeah.”
“How close?” He grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. He’s gentle and it seems as if he’s holding back. “This close?”
“Closer.” You kiss him back.
With your lips intertwined in a deep kiss, he grabs your hip and leads you softly towards the bedroom. With each step you take towards the door, you feel the burning passion growing between you. Carmen is needy, groaning in your ear and you feel his cock twitching for you in his pants.
He’s worn out from another long day of work, sweaty, and his hair is a mess but you couldn’t care less. You love him like this. You love every version of him but this one, the one whose body is sore from work but still yearning for you, and whose voice is hoarse from shouting but gentle for you, is your version of Carmy. The one you will never have to share with the world.
“You’re so fucking sweet. Here, lay down.” He speaks softly in your ear.
Your body is now rested against the bed’s headrest and Carmy pushes himself between your pushed-up knees to kiss you. He places his hand under your top, his fingers gently grazing over your belly and working their way up towards your breasts.
“I missed you today.” You purr.
“Me too, baby.”
He pulls up your top and starts kissing your bare breasts, eager. As his kisses wander lower and lower, you feel your thighs tingling in excitement.
“Let’s get rid of that.” He says and pulls off your leggings and panties.
The anticipation is now almost unbearable. You feel his fevered breath close to your most intimate parts and his lips grazing ever so lightly. He’s teasing you. You push back his hair, trying to encourage him to continue. He spares you. His tongue glides against your clit, with just the right amount of gentle pressure. The pleasure is overwhelming and you arch your back, only for him to push you back in your place so he can savour you. He moans into you, his tongue still stroking you in a beautiful pattern. Your quiet whimpers turn into desperate moans, which only encourage him. One of his hands is still resting on your hip, holding you in place firmly. The other hand wanders to your opening and he gradually slides two of his fingers inside you. His fingers pushing on you from the inside make the sensations all the stronger and begin to feel the intense build-up.
“I’m almost there Carmy, I–”
He maintains a steady rhythm and the sensation soon becomes too much to bear. Your body fills with pure ecstasy and your moans now sound like filthy cries. You don’t know how many times you said Carmy’s name, how many I love yous slipped in as the pulsing tension of your pussy continued around his fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you, his hand gently stroking your inner thigh. You’re feeling very sensitive and although he knows your body so well, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop himself any longer. He undoes his belt hastily and quickly places himself at your opening. He’s so hard for you, his tip already soaked in his arousal. His gaze once again meets yours and he looks at you as if seeking permission. You can hardly breathe, let alone speak, so you nod and brace yourself.
His cock works itself into you bit by bit and soon you feel his entire length penetrating you, the tingling pressure filling up all of you. Your belly feels full of butterflies, full of love, full of Carmy. Once again your moans begin to rise, you move your head to the side but he grasps your chin to face him. He wants you to look at him, and only him, as he fucks you.
“Oh, I know, baby. I know.” He murmurs.
The tempo between your bodies speeds up and his movements become more rhythmic. Some strokes are deeper than others, but the deepest ones, when you feel his entire length, never fail to take your breath away.
“You pretty little thing.” His voice is raspy and makes you clench even tighter around him.
He’s eager and almost sloppy as he gets close. As soon as you feel his cock twitching, he quickly lifts you up by your back so that you are sitting on top of him in the lotus position. His manhood is still planted firmly inside you, you can feel every twitch as he fills you up. Nothing can beat that feeling, the closeness of your bodies right against each other as he orgasms inside you. His heavy breath is buried in your hair, in your ear, your neck.
“I love you.” He says in a breathy voice. “I love this.”
Your bodies finally untangle. He rests his back against the bed and lights a cigarette. You lay your head on his lap and he strokes your hair lightly.
“Carmy?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to worry... About messing this up. I won’t let you push me away.”
He exhales, a little shakily.
“I know. It will be different this time.” He says and takes another puff.
You believe him when he says that because everything has been different since you fell in love too. You both used to run but that was back when things never felt quite right. You fall asleep to Carmen’s gentle touches over your neck, shoulders, and back and it feels like home. Everything about this is right.
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