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OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…
maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce
he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’
i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours
Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.
I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)
You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.
You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.
“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”
“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”
You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.
You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.
“Oh. Nothing.”
“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”
You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”
“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”
“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.
“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.
Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.
Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.
“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.
His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."
You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.
Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.
“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.
“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.
“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”
You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.
You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.
His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.
“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.
“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.
“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.
The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.
Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.
Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.
“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.
“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”
“Yes—“
“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.
“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”
“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.
Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.
“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.
“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”
“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”
Grayson putting his enemy, Y/N, to bed after he found her drunk. She’s all smiley and ask him to stay the night to cuddle together. They’ve never touched but seeing her in bed made him starstruck
i loveeee your mind, you asked and so you shall receive. i hope you like it!
Featuring: Grayson x reader
You had what seemed to be the worst week of your life. Schoolwork was piling up, and you weren’t doing the best in your classes. You were having car trouble this week, and it cost you an arm and a leg to get it all fixed. Not to mention you’re at this club with your "friend,” and it only took you 30 minutes to realize she left with her boyfriend. It also took you 30 minutes to realize that they were your ride, so now you don’t know how the hell you’re getting home. You felt like a third wheel the whole night anyway, but it didn’t matter. You just wanted to have a good time, or at least try to.
“God damnit," you whispered to yourself while checking the Lyft prices. They all seemed to be $50–80 dollars, money you weren’t trying to spend at the moment. The club was closing soon, and you were a drink away from being laid out on the floor. You ignored those thoughts, got one last shot, and got back on the dance floor.
People were soon certain to leave, but you were still trying to get the best out of the shot you took. You probably looked crazy dancing by yourself, but you didn’t care until you saw a familiar face coming towards you.
“Y/N?” He said it took you a few seconds to realize who this face was. Of course, it just had to be him.
Grayson Dolan.
You and him were never cool. Even as kids, you guys were always bickering. He thinks he’s all that, and only certain girls get to be with him. As if it’s a privilege.
No, it’s more like a punishment, and you feel sorry for every bimbo that has crossed his path.
“W-what? What are you even doing here?” You slurred angrily, inching a little bit closer just to see if it was really him.
"Yeah, I’m not too happy to see your face either, but what? A guy like me can’t be out and about.” He smirked.
“I never said all that; all I’m saying is—" You stopped, feeling your mouth get watery. You know this all too well, and soon you were throwing up everything you had that night.
A few people noticed, and a man shouted, "Aw, nah! Get her out of here. Now I have to be the one to clean that shit up!” Grayson immediately snapped back, saying, “Fuck off, man, I got her. You work at a nightclub; I’m sure this isn’t your first time seeing vomit.”
You started to lose balance, but Grayson caught you. Your eyes were watery, and the acid taste left in your mouth made you want to vomit again. "C'mon, Y/N, let’s get out of here. They are about to close.” He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to the door.
"Bleh, I hate throwing up.” You mumbled, walking out.
“Who doesn’t?” He chuckled, still holding on to you tightly.
“I dunno, I just want to get this taste out of my mouth as soon as I can.” You couldn’t tell what was worse—the fact that you threw up in public or the fact that Grayson was taking you home. He doesn’t even like you, nor do you like him.
Those lyft prices aren’t looking too bad right now.
Soon enough, he arrives at your apartment. "Okay, Y/N, we are at your place.” Grayson says, putting the car in the park. Somehow, the drive back home made your body feel like a noodle. You knew you would have trouble just making it to the front door. As embarrassing as this already is, you needed him to carry you.
"C'mon, get up; we need to get you inside.” He said this, unbuckling his seatbelt and yours. “Mm can’t move. I need you to carry me.” You moaned softly, sticking your arms out, hoping he’d do what you requested.
“You’re kidding, right? Are you so drunk you can’t even walk? Not even to the steps?” He replied, trying to see if you were serious or not. Grayson thought it was kind of cute to see you need him, because you did.
God knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t seen you at the club. Deep down, he’s a good guy and a good “friend” to you, even if you don’t remember this in the morning.
You just nodded your head slightly, and he sighed, but agreed. “Yayyy!” you cheered as he got out of the car, coming to your side to open up the door. You lifted your arms out again as he picked you up in bridal style. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his neck. God, he smelled amazing, you thought.
He was thinking the same thing in his mind, getting a whiff of your vanilla perfume from your hair, which the wind brought to his nose. “Don’t forget my purse; the key is in there, along with my lip combo. Please make sure my purse is closed. I lost it once, and I cannot lose it again—" He cut you off, already getting your key out.
"Yeah, yeah, princess, I know what to do.” He huffed, opening up your door and closing it behind him.
"Okay, smartass, well, my room is upstairs; did you know that?” You snapped back at him, pulling away from his neck and giving him a look.
He didn’t say anything in response, and he made his way upstairs to your room. He laid you down on your bed and took off your shoes. "Alright, well, I did my part. You made it back safely, so I’m going to head out.” Grayson announced, looking around your room to see if anything else needed to be done.
You laid there and started giggling and smiling, rubbing what was left of your mascara that was soon to be around your eyes. Grayson scanned your body, seeing how pretty your boobs sat in your tight black top. The further you laid back, the more your shirt rose, giving him a glimpse of your belly piercing. Your torso and legs looked perfect in your jean skirt, which had a slit on the left side that showed your upper thigh. He was mesmerized, but no words left his mouth.
You didn’t notice him taking all of your beauty in, but you did notice he was still here. “Will you stay and cuddle with me, Grayson?” You blurted out, still lying down but turning to the side to face him. You don’t know why you asked, but it felt right.
"Oh, I would, but I uh...” He stumbled over his words, still distracted by your body. He couldn’t find the words to say. In that moment, he thought you looked beautiful.
You gazed at him with glossy eyes, waiting for a response. "Okay, fine, but just for a little while and only because you’re drunk.” He gave in and took off his shoes and jacket, placing them off to the side.
You scooted over slightly so he could have some room next to you. He placed his arm around you while you snuggled up under him. This is definitely not how you thought your night was going to end, and neither did he.
Do you write cnc? Ik it’s a very sensitive topic for some
Hi! I personally have never written cnc before but I have came across it many times. I’ll have to explore and do a little bit more research before i put anything out! 💚
Can I request a Carmen Berzatto x fem! Reader smut? A friends to lovers trope please. They work together in the restaurant and secretly love each other but don’t want to admit it. Eventually Carmy just bites the bullet and tries to confess and then they fuck in his office?
“Bad” at This
Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x fem! Reader
Warnings: sweet then sexy, Carmen is hesitant at first, mild fingering, oral (m! Receiving), unprotected sex, language, mild hand kink
Summary: *in req*
Word Count: 5k
I have been waiting for someone to request him! I had a lot of fun writing this. Enjoy!
When the restaurant was busy, most people despised being at work. They despised the frenetic activity. They despised the feeling of being overwhelmed by the din of screams. In contrast, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I've always worked well under pressure, and rush hour meant I wouldn't have to be alone with my thoughts.
I was chopping my ten thousandth onion of the night, mindlessly. I wasn't thinking. I was solely relying on muscle memory.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop.
Swipe it to the side.
Start over.
I had done this process a thousand, no, a million times before. It felt familiar. It felt comfortable. The din of patrons was pushed to the outskirts of my mind. My world was quiet, unbothered.
Shit.
I could feel him.
He was near.
When he walked into the room, he had an unmistakable, strong, and conspicuous presence.
My hands began to tremble.
I was thrown out of my element.
Everything felt strange, new, and foreign.
He didn't make me feel uneasy. No, we were perfectly at ease with each other. He was one of my closest friends.
I was just madly, completely, utterly in love with my boss.
Every time he was close, the desire to impress him clouded my judgment. The feeling was so overwhelming that I frequently slipped.
He was staring over my shoulder. Not in a creepy, tyrannical overload sense. No, just in a boss-like manner, casually checking in on his employees. Despite the lack of sexuality in his demeanor, the hot breath that grazed my throat gave me subtle goosebumps
My cuts became sloppy, and each section of onion became less uniform than the previous one.
“Your knife’s dull, Y/N. Get a fresh one.”
I knew he was behind me. I was aware that he was scrutinizing every move I made. Even so, when he broke the tension, it made my heart skip a beat. I nodded forcefully and reached for the magnetic strip that conveniently displayed the gleaming rack of knives.
“Hey, look at me.”
He positioned himself to my right and tilted his head to attract my attention. I came to a halt when I met his vibrant blue eyes.
“Are you alright? You seem a little flustered. Your face is really red.”
He always spoke to me softly. I'm not sure if it was naive to believe that the feelings of attraction were mutual based on this trivial fact. I brought my hands to my face, and my cool hands proved to be a stark contrast to my burning skin.
“I’m fine. It’s just really hot in here.”
It was a lie. The temperature in the room was no higher than usual.
“I agree.”
Did he concur? Or was he just saying that to try and make me feel better.
“I’ll work on that.”
“Carmy! I need help over here! Where the fuck are ya’?”
Carmen rolled his eyes as he walked away from my station to assist Richie. I couldn’t help but giggle under my breath. I knew he'd complain about him later tonight as we cleaned, as is our custom.
When he left and the familiar aura faded, the room became noticeably cooler.
-
“I mean, I can’t fuckin’ believe that guy! I swear half the shit he asks me to do is shit he coulda’ easily done himself!”
This grease was truly burned on. I scrubbed harder, the brown splotches gradually disappearing until the gleaming counter was spotless. I was listening, but there was no need for me to respond. Carmen was aware that I was paying attention to his mindless babbling. I was familiar with the procedure. This was his one opportunity to vent after accumulating rage throughout the day.
I couldn’t help but cast a glance to my right. Carmen was sweeping, his strong biceps gripping the broom handle. His large hands dwarfed the skinny plastic. Sweat drops dripped down his large nose, emphasizing his ethereal side profile. I couldn’t help but imagine how his fingers would feel between my legs.
I averted my gaze and concentrated on scrubbing, even though I had already made the counter sparkle.
“I swear he’s doin’ it on purpose. No way in fuckin’ hell he accidentally pushes all my buttons.”
I chuckled.
“You’ve been saying the same thing since I met you.”
Carmen scoffed.
“Well, it’s true.”
I enjoyed the time we spent together after the sun had set on the small restaurant. It was comforting. I didn't feel the need to impress him, and the stakes of the conversation were very low.
His eyes were on me.
I could feel them.
The subtle scuffing of his broom against the floor had vanished.
“Take a picture, it'll last longer.”
Carmen remained silent. But I could see him, looking away, a slight flush on his cheeks. I often felt his eyes burning into the back of my skull. If I was lucky, I caught him staring. But he stared at everyone. It was his job to keep a close eye on everyone. It was difficult to tell whether that was a display of genuine attraction or a job requirement. Besides, I was used to zoning out. I often switch off without realizing that I'm staring at someone, and when I’m discovered, it's embarrassing. And since Carmen and I were kindred spirits, I figured it was a feeling that we could both sympathize with.
“You did good work today. Sorry for makin’ ya come in on your day off.”
“It’s no problem.”
I met his eyes. Sure enough, there was a hint of a flush on his high cheekbones.
“I like being here. It’s fun.”
I sigh deeply.
“Alright, the counters are done. Anything else you need from me?”
Carmen shook his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. At his feet was a small pile of food scraps and stray dust. A few stray curls clung to his sweaty brow.
“Nah, you can head out. Thanks for everything Y/N.”
Hm.
“Are you alright?”
Carmen came to a complete halt. As he gripped the broom for dear life, the veins on his forearms bulged.
“Yeah… Well, no.”
I approached him, smugly leaning against the counter.
“Alright, tell me, what’s up?”
He exhaled slowly. My attention was drawn to the uneasy rise and fall of his chest beneath his dirty white shirt.
Jesus, he was fine a second ago.
What the hell happened?
He fixed his gaze on me. His blue eyes were filled with something I didn't like, something I'd never seen before.
Nerves, unease, and desperation were all present.
“Can I ask you a crazy question?”
He laughed, but the laughter was hollow.
I shrugged casually, hoping to calm his nerves by appearing relaxed.
He had nothing to be concerned about.
Why was he worried?
“Of course! You can ask me anything.”
Carmen clenched his teeth, the muscles on the sides of his jaw bulging from the effort.
“Do you…”
He chuckled. The noise gave me chills. It was an empty, hollow sound.
“God, this is gonna sound so fuckin’ stupid.”
His head fell forward, and he shook it, a few more stray curls falling.
“I promise to give it a serious answer.”
“Promise?”
He inquired. I gave him a mock scout's honor by raising three fingers.
“I promise.”
I smiled, hoping to somewhat alleviate his nerves. Carmen's gaze was fixed on his tattooed hands, which mindlessly caressed the broom handle.
“Do you-”
He gulped, Adam's apple bobbing.
He shifted his weight.
“Do you-”
Jesus, was he trying to kill me?
This suspense was far too much for me.
My palms began to sweat, and my grip on the counter nearly slipped due to the newfound dampness.
“Do you think I’m…”
He shrugged casually, as if he wasn't creating palpable suspense.
I wanted to scream at him to spit it out already.
But, with the intent of being a good listener, I bit it back.
“I don’t know… attractive?”
The silence grew deafening.
What?
Of all the things that could have come from his gorgeous lips, this was not what I was expecting.
“You’re asking if I think you’re attractive?”
Carmen furrowed his brow and vigorously shook his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. That’s a stupid ass question.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know what came over me. God! I wish I never said that!”
I raised my hand to silence him.
“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. I promised I’d give you a serious answer, didn’t I?”
He gnawed on his bottom lip.
“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to do that.”
“No, no, no, I gave you my word.”
I clenched my jaw.
If I said no, this conversation would almost certainly never come up again. It would be pushed to the earth's depths, never to resurface. I could rest easy knowing that I hadn't confessed my undying love to my boss.
If I said yes.
God.
What would happen if I said yes?
Normally, I can predict Carmen's every move, but I'm at a loss.
Carmen clung to every beat of silence. His eyes were fixed on me, waiting for an answer, afraid I'd say no.
“I-”
Jesus, what do I say?
Do I take the risk?
“I think-”
Now I was the one creating meaningless suspense.
Come on! Just say yes or no!
“Yes.”
I blurted out.
That wasn't the only thing I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him that whenever he came close to me, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. I wanted to tell him that he was the most attractive and intriguing man I'd ever met in my life. I wanted to pull him into me and run my hands along his bare torso as I pressed my lips to his. But I kept it simple with a mere "yes." I couldn't bring myself to say anything more.
Camen raised his brows, then quickly dropped them to maintain his stoicism.
“Um- cool.”
The slight flush on his cheeks intensified tenfold. His gaze shifted away from mine and landed on the slender broom handle. I pursed my lips into a straight line.
“Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
I inquired.
“Yes.”
I could tell he had another question for me. His tone was not convincing in the least. But I decided not to push. I simply nodded reassuringly.
“Alright. Have a good night. I’ll see ya’ tomorrow.”
“See ya’ tomorrow Y/N. Have a good night.”
I brushed up against him. Carmen's familiar scent stood out without being overpowered by the aromas of food. He smelled of cigarettes, sweat, and grease. I shouldn't be so taken with that scent. However, he was able to make the aura of a hardworking man extremely appealing.
I walked past him, my strides slowing, wanting to extend the moment as long as possible in case he had something to say. I began to lose hope with each step, as I increased the distance between us.
“Actually-”
There it was. I turned on my heels and shoved my hands into my pockets to appear confident and at ease. My ears were filled with the audible thrumming of my heartbeat. If this was going in the direction I thought it was going, I wanted to embrace it.
“Yes?”
The tension was palpable. It thickened the air to the point where we were swimming in molasses.
“Y/N, I’m gonna be totally honest with you.”
I gently wiped my hands on my jeans, trying to remove the thick layer of sweat from my palms.
“I’m not good at this...”
His whispering tone gradually faded away into the dense atmosphere.
“What do you mean “this?’”
“I mean- fuck.”
He muttered as he ran a hand through his greasy hair. He scratched his head, and I couldn't help but watch the tendons in his hands and forearms flex. Carmen allowed his strong arm to carelessly fall as he sighed deeply. He met my eyes, running his wet tongue along his bottom lip.
I swallowed.
“I’ve never been a social butterfly and I definitely have never been a romantic.”
So, everything was going as I had hoped.
“I don’t know the right things to say and I don’t know when to say them. I don’t know how to be anyone but myself. Which is both a blessing and a curse, I suppose.”
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
“So, I’m just gonna say this in my normal, stoic way… because that’s the only way I know how to say it.”
I didn't believe he would actually say it. I anticipated that he would abruptly change the subject. To be honest, I didn't believe this was possible.
“I am in love with you.”
My jaw instinctively dropped.
The confession lacked any genuine emotion. It only encompassed mere traces of the feelings he was hoping to convey.
It was stoic.
However, I discovered that I was completely and utterly shaken. He couldn't have said it more beautifully.
“Well,” I said with a laugh, “for someone who isn’t a social butterfly, that sure as hell wasn’t bad.”
Carmen chuckled.
“Would it kill the mood if I told you that it wasn’t spontaneous at all and I’ve been planning what to say for literal months?”
I shrugged.
“No.”
Carmen smiled. My heart warmed. Despite being his closest friend, seeing him smile was rare.
“Ok, good. Cause if I tried to be spontaneous, it’d be a total shit show.”
He sighed, relieved to have finished the challenging task.
“Can I ask you another stupid question?”
“Of course.”
His gaze trailed down to my lips, a soft blush on his cheekbones.
“Can I kiss you?”
My stomach flipped and blood rushed to my cheeks. My face grew hot. God, we were so juvenile. I smiled tightly.
“Yeah. I’d love that.”
He moved forward, closing the distance between us. His breath gently cascaded across my face. My chest tightened.
“I’m not very good at this either.”
He said with a rigid laugh. I pressed my open palms against his chest. Carmen's throat tightened. His pecs rippled under my foreign touch. Despite this, he kept a steady gaze, his blue eyes fixed on me.
“I do not give a shit.”
I said, imitating his laugh. I hurriedly closed the gap between us when I realized Carmen wouldn't be the instigator.
He was really, really tight. His arms hung at his sides, fists clenched in uncertainty. I pressed my chest flush against his, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. His muscles were stiff and unyielding.
“Relax Carmy… and lose the broom.”
I whispered reassuringly. Carmen relaxed somewhat.
“Right, sorry.”
He dropped the broom. The plastic hit the ground with a loud smack. I tangled my hands in his greasy hair, urging him to come closer. He obliged, craning his head forward to meet me halfway.
Carmen's lips were surprisingly soft. He was clearly hesitant at first, not wanting to move too quickly. Finally, he found solace in the feel of my kiss and allowed his mouth to mesh against mine in a relaxed manner. I grasped his wrist, bringing it to the swell of my hips. He let it sit, not wanting to alter anything I had done.
“You can touch me if you want. I’m not gonna break.”
Carmen wrapped his other hand around my hip and gently drew me forward, connecting our pelvises.
“Is this alright?”
He murmured under his breath.
“That’s perfect.”
His bulge began to grow against my thigh.
Shit. This was gonna be fun.
“You’re really hard right now, Carmy.”
I said with a chuckle. Carmen broke away, his face bright red. He looked down, confirming that he really was, in fact, hard.
“Ah-shit. I’m sor-“
I hastily cupped his face, reconnecting our searing kiss.
“Don’t you dare apologize.”
I reached between our bodies, cupping him through his jeans. Carmen groaned, my mouth swallowing his noises.
“Shit.”
He murmured, instinctively grinding his hand against my open palm.
“Jesus, you’re touch starved aren’t ya?”
Carmen shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as struggled to maintain his composure.
“That feels really fucking good.”
His tone was completely erotic. It was low, breathy, and his thick accent added to the sensuality. Carmen’s pleasured expression sent a wave of heat to my core.
God, I wanted his cock in my mouth.
“Can we go into my office? It’s more private there, and, to be honest I think these counters are a little too tall for me to fuck you on.”
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I had been in his office many times before. It was a place of comfort where I could briefly escape the hustle and bustle of restaurant life. At least, that’s what I told Carmen. Typically I’d need time to gawk at him and wonder what it would be like to have his face between my legs. I’d grow wet at the mere thought of his nose bumping my clit as his tongue delved between my folds.
I wonder if he ever fantasized about me. I wonder if he ever found his fingers involuntarily dipping below the waistband of his boxers. If so, I wonder what fantasies his complex mind was able to conjure.
I hope to learn them one day.
I shoved him backwards. His knees collided with the chair and he fell back with a loud huff. I dropped to my knees, lodging myself between his spread thighs. Carmen’s eyes widened.
“Oh, fuck me.”
If he was becoming aroused solely from the sensation of my hand against his clothed erection, I couldn’t wait to relish in his expressions when I took his cock into my mouth.
I brought my hands to his fly, slowly unbuttoning it and dragging the zipper down to expose a small section of my boxers. Carmen shifted his hips as I dragged his jeans down his thighs. I palmed him through the thin fabric, a small patch of precum appearing on his boxers.
Carmen hissed through his teeth, jerking his head back to fully expose his thick neck.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
He dug his dull nails into the arm rests, veins bulging along his forearms from the effort. I hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down his thighs just enough to expose his thick cock.
My mouth began to water. The feeling of his erection through his boxers was deceiving. He was really fucking big.
“Jesus Carmy, you’re big.”
I wrapped a hand around his veiny length, gently pumping. Carmen whined.
“Your hand feels really good.”
I dragged my hand to the base before bringing it upwards. I spread his precum around his pink tip, lubricating his cock to prepare it for my mouth.
I grasped his dominant hand, bringing it to my scalp.
“Move me however you want.”
Carmen’s head flopped forward, his cock twitching as he met my gaze. He tangled his hand in my hair, gently tugging on the roots.
Without further ado, I slipped his tip between my lips. Carmen exhaled shakily, his chest heaving with each labored breath.
“That feels really fucking good.”
He chuckled. I swirled my tongue around his tip, slowly taking more of him into my mouth. Carmen maintained eye contact, growing impossibly harder as he watched me take all of him into my mouth.
I groaned, trying my best not to gag as his cock grazed the back of my throat. Carmen furrowed his brow, gently thrusting his hips into my mouth.
My nose brushed against his happy trail. He spread his legs, utilizing the grip on my hair to push me further onto him. I groaned, the vibrations causing Carmen to shudder.
“You-you look really pretty.”
I admired the effort.
I hollow my cheeks, increasing the suction. Carmen groaned and threw his head back, unable to conceal his desires.
“Jesus darlin’.”
Darling?
I rubbed my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the ache building between my legs.
God. The lamp's soft glow washed over his perfectly sculpted features. His erotic noises were amplified by the blanket of silence. This is exactly how I imagined it when I had my hand between my legs, hoping to recreate a feeling I had never even experienced.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted to hear him moan and I wanted for him to make me cry with pleasure.
It was almost unbelievable that the man who made a living yelling and making sure everything was in order was now gazing at me with half-lidded eyes.
I shifted my hips, resisting the urge to touch myself. I wanted to save all feelings of pleasure for when his cock slipped into me. I wanted to ache for him just a little longer.
“I’m gonna cum real soon.”
Sure enough, his cock began to twitch against my tongue. I bobbed my head faster, expediting the process. Carmen dropped his jaw, releasing one final groan as he came into my mouth. My throat became coated with his hot cum. I bobbed my head a few more times, helping him come down from his high.
When I was satisfied with my work, I released his cock with a loud pop. Carmen looked spent. His body was numb, his eyes were closed.
I crawled onto his lap, gently cupping his face. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, exposing his vibrant irises.
“Are you alright?”
He grinned.
“I’m fuckin’ awesome.”
I pulled him in, pressing my wet lips to his plush mouth. I slipped my tongue past his teeth, deepening the kiss. Carmen groaned. I clung to him, his strong torso pressing against my soft breasts.
He wasn’t close enough.
I needed him to be closer.
I needed him inside of me.
“Can I fuck you now?”
He murmured against my mouth.
Damn, he read my mind.
“You can fuck me anytime you want baby.”
He brought his calloused hands to my thighs, tenderly caressing the supple skin. I glanced down, watching as his dark ink danced along my skin.
“You have pretty hands.”
Carmen chuckled.
“Thanks.”
He hooked his hands under my thighs. Effortlessly, he raised me up, shoving all the papers to the side as he set me down on his desk. Carmen immediately rekindled our passionate make out session, slipping his tongue past my teeth. His hands moved upwards, fingers slipping past the hem of my shirt to touch my bare sides.
I yanked him forward by the collar, positioning his body between my legs.
“Take my clothes off please.”
Carmen scoffed.
“Yes ma’am.”
He tugged on the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it over my head and discarding it haphazardly onto the floor. My shorts soon followed.
I was now only in my undergarments, making quick work of Carmen’s dirty shirt. I ran my soft hands along his bare torso, feeling his muscles ripple under my gentle touch.
Carmen’s hands slowly dragged along my hot skin, hastily undoing my bra strap and allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. His palms hovered over my breasts.
“Is that okay?”
I nodded.
“Yes, of course.”
He began to slowly knead the soft flesh, the heel of his palms brushing against my hardened nipples. I whimpered against his mouth, my nerves on fire from his hot touch. I ran my hands through his hair, indulging in the soft moans that came with the occasional tug of his roots.
Carmen’s hand brushed against my abdomen. He lightly grazed my clothed mound, gently cupping me through my underwear. I groaned, breaking the kiss to lean my head against his strong shoulder.
“Can I?”
I nodded.
“Please. Just-just don’t make me cum yet. I wanna cum on your cock.”
Carmen pushed my panties to the side, hesitantly delving a finger between my wet folds. I arched my back into his chest, raking my nails against his scalp, which elicited a low groan from the back of Carmen’s throat.
He began to tenderly thrust his calloused fingertips against my spongy walls, softly humming in delight whenever I instinctively clenched around his digits.
“Does that feel good?”
He dropped his voice to a whisper. His hot breath brushed against my ear and sent cold shivers down my spine. I glanced between our bodies, nearly cumming as I took in the sight of my walls swallowing two of Carmen’s fingers. The veins of his forearms flexed with every thrust.
God, if only he knew how much I fantasized about his rough fingers pleasuring me.
“Yeah… yeah Carmen that feels really fucking good.”
My body was now red hot with desire, every sense had increased tenfold. The feeling of his fingertips delving into my cunt made me antsy with want for his cock.
“Okay, that’s enough for now, please fuck me Carmen.”
I knew I’d get the chance to cum around his thick digits eventually. There was no way in hell tonight was the last night I’d see Carmen naked.
“Um- will you do it for me?”
I smiled.
“Sure.”
I grasped Carmen’s semi hard cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps. His eyes fluttered shut.
My heart grew. Whatever the circumstances, he was gorgeous. However, something about his vulnerability, his desire to be mine lit a fire deep within me.
I pressed his tip to my entrance, and we both sighed in unison.
“Move your-“
Carmen rolled his hips, pushing his cock past my entrance and deep within my walls. His large hands slammed onto the table, bracing himself so he wouldn’t collapse at the sudden onset of pleasurable sensations.
“Fuck.”
I mumbled, his thick cock stretching me to the brim.
“Feel good?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Fuck yes.”
I said, possibly a little too enthusiastically. Our noses bumped as I hastily reignited the spark between our lips. Carmen wasn’t holding back anymore. He hungrily moved his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue past my lips.
I threw my arms around his shoulder as he began a steady pace. His cock was so perfect it made me dizzy. I feared I would fall if I didn’t hold Carmen close.
“If I knew you felt this perfect I would’ve told ya’ I loved ya’ a long time ago.”
I chuckled.
“Not so shy anymore?”
Carmen slowly increased his pace. The veins along his length bulged. They pressed into my stretched walls and heightened the sensuality of his glorious thrusts.
“Next time I’ll be confident from the start. I’ll give ya’ whatever the fuck you want for being such a doll this time around.”
I jolted, a soft scream spilling from my lips as his tip grazed my g spot.
“Keep makin’ noises like that, I wanna hear ya.’”
I maintained eye contact, allowing any expression roll over my features in the hopes of fulfilling his erotic desires. He was now hitting my g spot with every thrust. I saw in his eyes that he was meticulously crafting his pace in order to best suit my needs.
The tips of our noses brushed against each other everytime Carmen snapped his pelvis forward. I ran one hand down his body, raking my nails through his happy trail before coming back up to fiddle with his greasy hair. I was overcome with the need to feel every part of him. My hands wouldn’t stay in one place. I was finally able to touch him without limits, and I wasn’t about to waste that opportunity.
When Carmen established a groove, his palms cupped the sides of my hips. He brought me forward to the edge of the desk to acquire a more suitable angle to ram himself into me.
The dim light was now illuminating one side of his face, leaving the other in darkness. I grasped his face, running the pads of my thumbs along his defined cheekbones.
The coil was mindlessly tightening within my lower abdomen. Carmen furrowed his brow in frustration.
God, I wish he always looked like this.
Sure, I’d seen him concentrate before. But concentrating on chopping onions and concentrating on finding the perfect angle to fuck were two vastly different forms of concentration.
I hooked my legs around his thin waist. All the combined efforts created the perfect angle. I threw my head back, a loud moan ripping through my as I came increasingly closer to cumming.
“Are you close?”
Yeah.”
I murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh fuck I can’t wait for you to cum all over me.”
“Are you close?”
I inquired.
“Darlin’, I’ve been close for the past thirty minutes.”
I was close, so incredibly close. The beginnings of an earth shattering orgasm were seeping into the corners of my brain, clouding my thoughts.
“Lean into me. I want you to be close.”
I tossed my head forward, nestling my face in the crook of his sweaty neck.
This was so much better than I could’ve imagined.
I could smell the cigarettes on his skin. I could feel him pumping inside of me as I caressed his hot skin. I could hear the sensual sounds of sex filling the small office, bouncing around the walls. I could see him, staring at me, relishing in my expressions as he fucked me senseless.
“Oh God Carmy, I’m so fucking close it’s unreal.”
Carmen found my clit, gently grazing his calloused finger against my tight bundle of nerves. I came loudly, my walls squeezing his cock as I reached my high.
Carmen twitched inside of my overstimulated walls, cumming shortly after me. His hot load painted my walls. I watched. I watched his expression gloriously contort in pleasure as he came inside of me, his beautiful face glimmering with perspiration in the soft glow.
He gave a few lazy thrusts, wanting to prolong the sensation for as long as possible.
“Jesus Carmen, for someone who “isn’t very good at this,” you sure act like you know what’s goin’ on.”
Carmen smirked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
“What can I say, I’m a fast learner.”
He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“I promise I’ll make you really scream next time.”
I think the twins liked the spotlight but in a more private way. I know they’ll make a return whether it’s small or big announcement :( Kris is also kinda active so you can be a fan of hers
i hope they come back but only by their choice yk? i just want them to be happy and stuff but yess i have been seeing kris’ posts so it’s a little something
