birthday - carniya part 1 | part 2
☆ carl x aniya, 3.4k wc, not proofread! ☆ warnings: smut a/n: uni's starting soon so I likely won't be very active, thank you all for reading my works and supporting me!
months had passed since the fateful day when carl dropped everything to fly to his needy girlfriend. they decided on the black set together, seeing as the garter belt drove carl insane. the infamous set was at the hotel suite aniya and carl planned to spend the latter half of his birthday at.
aniya zipped up the back of her satin dress before finding the perfect red heel to match. carl had unfortunately shown just how happy he was to see her the previous day, leaving aniya's legs a little sore. but her desire to give him the best birthday ever far surpassed that.
her phone buzzed in her hand before illuminating to show carl had messaged her about being outside. one giddy elevator ride later, she stepped out the front doors of her apartment building to a luxurious black car and her handsome boyfriend restlessly waiting.
when carl’s eyes landed on aniya, he sharply inhaled as he took in her figure. every time carl rested his eyes on aniya, a jolt of electricity went through him. each look she carefully curated was accentuated by the curves of her firm build. he’d stare at aniya all day if he let her, and tonight was no exception.
she looked ravishing, a picture perfect depiction of elegance with a sultry garnish to her. the curly hair she typically sported was tied back into an updo, leaving her glazed neck and nape on full display. a long diamond necklace traced down the divot of her back that carl was very familiar with, twinkling against the richness of her skin.
the anterior of the dress had such a deep low cut that intersected right above her crotch. the slit in the dress came up high enough to leave very little to the imagination. carl was convinced aniya had a plot to kill him by way of her looks alone. to this day he doesn’t even know how he maintains eye contact with her.
“aniya wow…” he swears he felt drool leak out of his mouth, “stunning isn’t even enough to describe you”
carl pulled her into a slow, intimate kiss, letting the cherry taste of her lip gloss linger on his lips. his tongue darted out to lick the aftertaste of her. his hand stayed on the small of aniyas back as he guided her to the chauffeured car waiting for them.
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the restaurant was intricately decorated. crystal chandeliers hung low from the ceiling over neatly set tables for the elite clientele eating at the establishment. aniya’s arm was linked with carls, one of many positions she often found herself in with her boyfriend. his rough hands grazed over her fingertips, gently squeezing them as her eyes turned from the awe of the dining room to meet his.
upon being seated, they sat shoulder to shoulder in a seashell shaped booth, unable to be away from each other for more than a few seconds at a time. aniya and carl quickly got lost in conversation as they typically do, neglecting to remember actually looking over the menu. everything flowed between them like this though; the conversations, the laughs, even the disagreements. they could never stay mad at each other for very long. not to mention how emotionally present they both were, talking through issues never worried them.
eventually they decided on what to eat and patiently sat until the waitstaff returned. quickly ordering, the returned to their conversation, this time about their future.
“how many kids do you think you want?” aniya started, leaning forward so her cleavage was on full display. carl gulped before answering.
“well, as many as you want. you’re the one that actually has to do the hard work. I’ll support you in any way I can.” aniya melted at his answer, once again mentally thanking America for bringing carl back for her.
“good answer baby,” she answered before leaning in to kiss him on his cheek. turning away, aniya went to reach for her water until she felt the familiar sensation of carl’s thick fingers grabbing her chin and turning her head to face him to lock their lips.
they shared their meal and drank glasses of wine with each other, feeling the buzz of the alcohol in their system. eventually, the cake came out with carl’s gifts, some gym equipment he’d been eyeing for a long time along with a classy silver watch. however, there was an ornately decorated card that caught carl’s eye.
aniya quickly sang happy birthday before taking a picture of him blowing out the candle. it was all cute and wholesome. so when carl opened the card, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
inside the card were professional polaroid pictures of her in their chosen lingerie set. each photo was more risque than the last, intimate with an air of lust to them all. she wasn’t fully naked in the photos, but the fact that they left so little to the imagination had carl fighting to stave off the blush that crept up on his face.
carl could barely contain himself at the table, the reminder that the night was far from over left him jittering with nerves. he began to ramble in an attempt to will down the erection that was threatening to form. the library was one thing, at least it was empty. he couldn’t let himself get horny in a classy establishment like this.
he hurriedly closed the card, clearing his throat as he attempted to calm himself down. aniya studied his expression, proud that her present had the intended effect on him. her foot teasingly swung back and forth before sliding up his leg, her heel hitching on the edge of his trousers. aniya observed carl, watching his breathing deepen as he continued to prattle on.
aniya’s legs familiarly came to rest on carl’s. he squeezed them, massaging her calves in an attempt to distract himself. carl started talking about school amongst many of the other non-sexy things he conjured up in his mind to keep his hard-on at bay. unfortunately for carl, aniya could read his emotions like a book. she could always tell when he was pent-up, and it wasn’t beyond her to tease him in effort to fracture the dam and let the floodwaters gush out.
aniya’s fingers delicately grazed over the fabric of carl’s trousers, walking her digits up the muscle before landing on his thigh. her hand rested there for a second, not inviting anything else (yet) but still having enough movement to get carl to notice.
typically he’d move to squeeze onto her hand, unable to keep himself from touching her, but there was a shift. aniya’s gaze started to slightly darken as they continued to converse. her eyes raked over his face, lingering on his lips before flicking back up to meet his eyes. she gulped, as if too much saliva was pooling in her mouth at the mere sight of her boyfriend in front of her.
aniya was a lioness stalking her prey. once the claws of her nails dug into carl’s muscular thigh, he promptly found himself rendered silent within the bustling restaurant. she leaned into his ear, blowing lightly at it before whispering,
“did I make you horny?”
carl’s face flushed as he struggled to keep his composure in the establishment. he placed his hand on top of her thigh, squeezing at her flesh through the satin of her dress spilling off the seat. he grabbed her foot, removing the heel and guided her bare foot to rest on his growing dick.
he bucked his hips up into her foot before languidly rolling his hips upwards to ease the ache of his bulging dick.
“you already know what you do to me aniya…”
she giggled under her breath before digging her knee into his crotch harder, forcing carl to stifle a moan as he lurched forwards,
“so what are you gonna do about it then?”
carl looked down at her, his eyes pleading to have mercy on him. aniya rested her temple on her balled up hand, a sly grin taking over her face. aniya leaned in one last time,
“I think our room upstairs is ready.”
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the trek to the elevator was one of the hardest things carl's ever done, both literally and figuratively. aniya was strategically walking in front of carl in an attempt to hide his ranging hard-on. unfortunately for him, she was as much of a problem as she was trying to help. the sway of her hips, how naturally carl’s hands found themselves exploring her body, the low cut of her dress, the ripples of her back muscles, the slit of her dress. he felt like he was in a haze of lust, and the only woman that could snap him out of it was currently torturing him.
they eventually made it to the elevator. carl rested his head on aniya’s neck with his hands coming to clasp around her abs. he nuzzled into her neck and started licking on the column in between whispering praises to his girlfriend,
“you’re the best birthday gift I could ever ask for,” peck. “I can’t wait to see you in that set,” suck. “alllllll spread out,” lick. “being so good for me.”
aniya shuddered, them being stationary finally let carl enact revenge for the torment she’d been making him endure. she felt the hard poke from his cock against her ass, a reminder of how much of an effect she had on him. aniya experimentally ground back into him, eliciting a low groan from the man directly in her ear.
“aniya, please… not yet. not here.” he quietly begged for her to behave. he was starting to grow impatient, she was starting to grow needy. and as if Aphrodite herself had been listening to their internal thoughts, the elevator arrived and was empty.
carl guided her in, never letting go of her body and nearly tripping over her dress in the process of clamoring onto the elevator. they turned to face the front door, watching it nearly close before his hands began to travel up aniya’s body.
they were indecent, letting the elevator muffle their sounds of pleasure as they intermingled with one another. one of carl’s hands squeezed at aniya’s boob while the other slinked downward to her core, his fingers pressing on the mound through the fabric. he groaned feeling how slick her panties were through the satin.
aniya turned her body to lock her lips with carl’s, too hungry to be satiated with just his hands. the kiss was rough and unrelenting, their tongues tangling with one another as carl coaxed her mouth open. aniya mewled as she allowed him entrance, his hand coming to hold her neck in place as he ravished her.
carl grabbed aniya’s hips, pressing his thick member into her and hissing in response. aniya feels her cunt pulse at the promise of carl being deep inside of her. she grabs his clothes in an attempt to bring him closer, as if the nonexistent distance between them is still too much.
the elevator dings on their floor and they reluctantly release one another as they practically skip to their hotel suite. aniya opens the door to the roses and candles decorating the space. the pathway to the bedroom is decorated with flower petals that carl nearly trips over as he leads aniya there.
aniya pushed carl down onto the bed, and he eagerly tore off his suit jacket and kicked off his shoes before propping himself onto his hands behind him. he tried to grab aniya to sit her on his lap, but she pulled away. instead grabbing a black satin blindfold,
“baby, I have to get you your last present, remember?”
carl felt his cheeks heat and frantically nodded. aniya gently tied the blindfold around his eyes as he rolled up the forearms of his dress shirt. seconds later sensual music began to fill the room, carl felt the lyrics vibrate in his brain, thinking of how he’d bring them to fruition in due time.
a song passed and aniya was back, heels clacking against the floor as she made her way over to her boyfriend. she grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room-esque area. pushing him down, she removed his blindfold. carl would never get over how amazing she looked in this set, all branded for him. his hands snaked up and down her body squeezing at her flesh before she backed up and began to move.
aniya sensually swayed her hips, each step opening the slit of her panties for carl’s easy access. she turned around and slid her hands down her toned thighs, parting her glistening core before standing back up right. carl blew out a low whistle, watching her cunt spread every time she moved. she toyed with the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulders and pulling them back up to make her boobs move. she let the straps snap back into place.
as far as carl was concerned, aniya was most definitely the better dancer of the two. and this personal show would be engraved in his memory. no one could ever compare to the sexy vixen in front of him, she put everyone to shame. aniya’s magnetic pull nearly had carl salivating as he appreciated the show in front of him. his hand palmed his strained cock in his pants, desperate for some sort of relief.
aniya pried his hands away, making space for herself as she sat her plush thighs down on his. her arms wrapped around his neck as she began to grind on his aching dick. rolling her hips back and forth drew a deep groan from carl.
“jesus aniya, you’re so fucking hot.”
aniya only giggled before pressing her hips down harder, listening to carl’s moans pick up as she humped him like an animal in heat. carl was so close to bliss, he’d been edged since her racy polaroids at dinner. it took every fiber of his being to stop himself from bending her over and fucking her in that elevator. but he controlled himself, was under his best behavior tonight as aniya teased and prodded at him. at last he could finally let himself cum.
and then aniya got up.
“not yet baby, keep being good for me,”
carl whined, genuinely felt a whimper slip from his lips as she got up, a trail of her slick left on his pants. she moved off of him on the couch, fully intending to keep teasing her already pent up boyfriend.
but carl could only take so much.
he loved her so dearly, but he felt like he was about to burst, and he could handle it anymore. it was the lust clouding his mind that made him push anyia back onto the couch, pressing her knees to her chest and latching his mouth to her sopping pussy.
aniya squealed at the sudden change inn demeanor before drawing out a long moan,
“ohhhh fuc-” carl licked and sucked at her clit, shuddering at the taste. this was what carl was missing all night, her arousal. of course he appreciated everything aniya did for him, but there was no greater gift than being buried between her legs.
carl licked a stripe up aniya’s cunt before diving his tongue into her heat, fucking it in and out of her. his moans vibrated her core causing anyia to mewl out in response. his hips bucked up as he fucked the air, the movement providing enough stimulation to accompany the full course meal laid out in front of him.
he latches back onto aniya’s clit, coaxing a climax out of her,
“cum for me aniya, please. I need to see how pretty you are when you cum baby,” aniya screamed out carl’s name as she came on his tongue, and carl’s climax hit him at the same time as she soaked his tongue. he lapped up every last drop as she rode out her orgasm.
carl stood before aniya, eyes completely blown out as his face glistened from the sheen of her arousal. the veins on his arms bulged as blood coursed through his body. he was needy, and the only person that could quench his thirst was aniya.
after pulling his trousers and boxers off, carl ripped his dress shirt open, the buttons flying all over the room. he sat at the front of the couch with his head resting on the cushion before pulling aniya onto his face. the aftershocks of her previous orgasm couldn't even subside before he began sucking at her sensitive folds once again.
his tongue flicked out at the sensitive bud, alternating between sucking and swirling his tongue while two of his thick digits plowed into aniya. she jerked forward on the couch, unable to stay balanced from the pleasure wracking through her.
“nghhh~ carl sh-shit I’m still s-sensitive,”
nothing could deter his hunger, he ate like a man starved. his free hand came up to slap at her ass, feeling the jiggle travel around her flesh. he felt aniya clench around his fingers, making a note of her reaction. he rubbed at the heated spot before he slapped it again, earning a mewl out of aniya this time. she was close again, and after carl stretched her garter belt before letting it slap against her thigh, she was spilling over the edge.
aniya’s legs shook as her liquids coated carls face. he held his tongue out, lightly licking at her clit to ride out her second orgasm.
“that’s it baby, give me my present.”
carl dragged aniya’s body down putting her directly in his lap. he rubbed lazy circles around her clit, watching her jerk at the oversensitivity. he spread her legs over his, his dick pressing at her entrance. slowly, he eased himself into her, simultaneously groaning at the stretch. aniya’s walls immediately fluttered around each inch of his cock that split her open, never fully used to the stretch.
carl began to slowly roll his hips upward into her, easing her into the thrusts to give her some time to recover from her orgasm. as carl threw his head back at the warmth of her raw cunt, he noticed a glint in the corner of his eye.
a large ornamented mirror at the entrance of the suite.
using his overpowering strength he lifted the both of them, his dick plunging into aniya. she lurched backwards, gripping at his neck as they travelled across the room,
“w-where are we going?”
aniya’s question was promptly answered by seeing his feet planted in front of the mirror. carl gripped each of her thighs, holding her in place, as he spread her impossibly wider. her pulsating cunt was on full display, and she clenched at the sight of carl’s dick joined with her raw pussy.
carl slowly pushed his dick into aniya till it reached the base. they were so lewd like this, pornographic almost. both of them had their hair in a frenzy, their eyes blown out, and panted out heavy breaths. properly in deep fit of lust they had to fuck their way out of.
carl saw the tip of his dick bulging into aniya’s abs, and nearly blew his entire load when he noticed in the mirror,
“fuck- that bulge…look how deep you take me…”
aniya’s eyes travelled down until she saw it herself, her hole clenching at the sight. carl’s licked a stripe behind her ear before whispering,
“make sure you keep watching princess.”
carl’s hips snap upward as he pistons into aniya right at her sweet spot, causing her vision to blur as he bullies her cunt. her eyes snap open as she refocuses on carl’s face and she thanks the heavens she does. watching carl bite his lip and grunt as his eyes roll back into his head from the pleasure had arousal seeping out of her, they’re equally gone for one another.
carl’s knees nearly give out when he sees aniya reach for her engorged bud. opting for the safe option, he brought them both to the floor. aniya still spread out leaning against his body, now rubbing her clit as a chaser to carl’s dick plowing into her.
“that’s it princess, touch yourself for me.”
moans and cries of pleasure rang out through the whole suite, a memorandum of their intimacy. carl dug his fingers into aniya’s thighs as he felt himself get closer to spilling into her. aniya turned her head to capture his lips in a kiss and swallow down the deep groan that rips out of him.
aniya came first, her finger sliding into her cunt along side carl’s dick gave her that final push. carl felt his thrusts get more irregular as aniya’s walls fluttered around his dick and felt ropes of cum empty into his girlfriend.
they both watched their sweaty bodies in the mirror, seeing themselves entirely fucked out had them feeling fully satisfied. carl broke the silence first,
“that was definitely the best birthday ever,”
aniya playfully swatted at him with the last bit of energy she had left. she has no idea how she’s gonna top this next year.
