being made to maintain eye contact while being fingered for the first time by dilf sugar daddy!carlos sainz would honestly heal me. imagine he's bought you a lovely new set of lingerie, just to celebrate the occasion, too. at first you were a little nervous, you'd done things with carlos before, but never anything like this. but he assured you that it was fine! he knew what was best for you, so who were you to protest? slow sensual kisses turn more heavy as your wide, doey and innocent eyes look at him, giggling nervous for a moment as his nose nudges yours, as if he's silently communicating with you, trying to reassure you that he's got you. and you melt into it! your arms wrapping around his neck as there is more teeth and tongue incorporated into your kisses, making you gasp into his mouth, a wet patch forming on your beautiful new lacy panties he brought for you. he trails his hand down your bare stomach as your hands tangle in his salt and pepper hair when his fingertips trace over your wet patch."someone's a little bit excited, aren't they?" he hums in that thick accent that makes your stomach flip before his fingertips hook underneath the elastic, asking "may i?" before you nod sheepishly, slightly confused by the wet patch that's ruined your lovely new panties, cheeks flushed a burnt shade of crimson and lips bruised from the kisses you'd both shared beforehand. carlos would then kiss your neck as you wriggle out of your panties, kissing that sensitive spot underneath your ear, before his large fingertips would play with your slick on your folds, smearing it around, causing you to gasp with a new found pleasure."look at me, cariño," he'd mumble as he has your jaw cupped in his hands, causing you to keep eye contact with him. you'd ride his fingers, panting and slightly drooling out of the corner of your mouth as you can't explain the ecstasy and adrenaline you were feeling, clenching on carlos’s digits inside of you."that's it, good girl," carlos would praise as you whimper, moaning,"it's too much. i'm so full," in that pretty sweet voice that carlos can't help but melt for. "i know, i know, nena," he'd coo, before mumbling,"but remember, if my fingers feel like this, imagine how good my cock would feel inside of you. splitting your tight hole open, just for me to use." and your big wide eyes would just look at him hazy as you become a moaning mess, looking down at carlos as your mouth becomes agape when his calloused thumb finds your clit for the first time, the slow circles he rubbed against it, adding to the pleasure you were feeling in the moment."gonna come, carlos. so close, it's too much," you whimper, pretty painted lips forming a pout as your thighs start to tremble with the overwhelming pleasure soaring through your veins and through your whole being as carlos murmurs,"it's alright, i've got you. let go for me, princesa," whilst brushing his other hand through your hair, pushing it back out of your face. you clench tightly around his fingers, your orgasm causing you to shudder as a rush of heat runs up your spine, causing you to moan out as your hips stutter, coating carlos’s digits inside of you with your slick. you hiccup as you come down from your high, being smothered in carlos’s praises as he removes his fingers from your slightly throbbing cunt, before he tells you,"open up" with a mumble. you open your mouth and he shoves his fingers coated in your juices into your mouth, before smirking, telling you to"taste it all, cariño. taste how sweet you are for me." <3
Your camera roll while dating Carlos Sainz, with headcanons!
Note: I wouldn’t wanna say goodbye to you either Carlos bby 😭
Headcanons!
- Carlos, who loves the fact that he can financially provide for you despite you being completely capable of having a job and providing for yourself. “Tell papi who paid for these pretty nails…” He’d murmur, lips going down your neck as he looked at your perfectly pretty new manicure wrapping around the length of him, smirking to himself. He loved treating you like the princess you deserved to be, new clothes, new shoes, hair and nail appointments, holidays, food. Everything he could think of and anything you could ever ask for.
- Carlos, who has the habit of making every date an adventure, because sitting still has never been his thing. He once planned a whole afternoon around a “quick ski session” that turned into a spontaneous mountaintop picnic, the two of you bundled up and laughing at how you kept sliding downhill every time you tried to stand for a photo. You ended up missing your dinner reservation that night but agreed that a bottle of wine and room service in a cozy hotel room felt much better anyway.
- Carlos, who leaves little traces of himself in your life because he likes the idea of being everywhere with you even when he’s gone. A note left in your favorite book inside your shared mini library, a silly drawing tucked into your planner, a hoodie that somehow always smells like his cologne left hanging on your chair after a night in. He never points them out, just smiles when you find them and kiss him like he’s just handed you the world.
- Carlos, who pretends he’s fine when he sees you waving goodbye at the airport, but inside it feels like a thousand tiny cuts. He’s learned how to say “I’ll see you soon” without letting you hear the way it breaks him a little more every time although he knows the time you spend apart is a necessary evil, he wishes that he could just keep you in his pocket.
- Carlos, who loves fiercely and quietly, the kind of man who will wrap your skates tighter before you step onto the ice, who watches you across candlelit dinners like you hung the stars, who holds your hand under the table even when he’s surrounded by his friends, just needing to feel your presence. His love is steady, like a campfire on a cold night and it’s almost like everything he’s ever done and will do for you is so that you feel safe and love and valued, which you always let him know that you do.
an: sugar daddy!carlos stuffing money into his sugar baby's lingerie, i suppose?
“you're such a damned tease,” carlos growled, nibbling at your bottom lip as you sat on the large hotel bed of the lavish hotel suite he'd booked just for you both to share for the evening, perched on his lap, whilst looking out onto the alive streets of madrid.
“you're so beautiful in this lingerie, mi reina,” he purred, his large hands coming to grope your clothed tits, as his thumbs dragged along your nipples, the friction of his circular movements and the fabric of the bra causing you to bite your lip to suppress a moan whilst they formed pearly peaks underneath.
“the colour suits you,” he murmured the compliment lovingly, lips brushing deeply against your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, “fuck, you're going to be the death of me,” the older man muttered against them as you separated, hot breath fanning onto your face.
“well, you're the one who bought it for me, carlos,” your breathy voice replied, wide eyes looking ever so sweetly into his devilish brown doe eyes. “you look so handsome, carlos,” you mumbled, your hands raking through his salt and peppered hair, fingers combing through the smooth mixes of brown and grey as he smirked smugly.
smiling at the comment, his lips then pressed open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, dragging the heated feverish pecks all the way down to your exposed collarbone, now nipping at the sensitive skin whilst his hands found your hips, grounding you in place onto his rather quickly hardening cock.
you gasped, a hot flush burning into your cheeks as he ground your cunt exposed by the crotchless panties that matched your bra onto his length. “carlos,” you whispered hotly against his face, pupils darkening with the ecstasy you were feeling.
“shhh, cariño,” he cooed, pressing a finger to your lips. “don't say a word,” he commanded lowly, his thick accent like tar trickling in your ear, “and let me spoil you for looking so sexy for me.”
you giggled as you watched him grab his wallet from the bedside table, before he pulled out a wad of cash from its compartment. he set the wallet back down onto the side before his hands came to cup your breasts, whilst his right hand still held the stack of notes in it.
he pressed a wet kiss to the top of your left breast, before pulling out a single note from the stack, and stuffing it in between the fabric and your skin. his hands pawed at your tits, his mouth nipping and sucking feverishly, to which you moaned upon impact, as he continued to stuff money into the lingerie, growling as he played with your breasts lovingly again.
“so gorgeous,” his voice was dangerous as he mumbled into your neck, hands now clawing at the waistband of your panties, sliding the crisp paper notes now into your bottoms, creating a makeshift belt out of cash for you.
“do you think that'll be enough for you to treat yourself?” carlos asked with a raised eyebrow, half-lidded eyes of lust looking down at you as one of his digits dragged down your bare stomach, coming to toy with your already dripping cunt. “so desperate for me. and my money,” he growled into your skin again, nipping at your bare shoulder whilst his calloused digit pumped deeper into your hole, causing you to gasp.
“carlos,” you moaned loudly, “please don't stop.”
your breathy beg and pleading eyes was all carlos needed as a green light. he added another finger into your wet pussy, finger-fucking your tight hole with such passion as your back arched almost instantly, clawing into his bare back upon thrust. “you like that, nena?” carlos asked huskily into your ear as you started to roll your hips, hopelessly grinding into his fingers, “such a good girl for me, cariño. riding my fingers like that.”
you whined pathetically, the paper sticking to your now sweating skin as the fire in your belly roared with feverish intensity. you could feel yourself reaching your climax as carlos added his thumb to your clit, tracing torturously slow circles over the sensitive ball of nerves that was your clit.
in response, your lips crashed onto carlos’s lips with searing intensity. your excessive moans died in his mouth as both of your tongues fought for dominance whilst your hands came to claw his head, raking through the mismatched colours of his ageing hairs.
thighs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure of carlos’s fingers still deeply inside of you, now curling to the spot that made you see stars, your lips became unlatched to his as you couldn't close your mouth, unable to suppress the loud moans and gasps that escaped through your lips whilst your hips began to grind more hungrily onto his fingers, chasing your inevitable climax.
“carlos,” you whined hopelessly, “let me come. please,” you begged, hips stuttering as your muscles tensed, body shaking with your impatiently awaiting orgasm.
carlos smugly smiled at your beg, his darkened, lustful brown doey eyes looking down at you ever so beautifully intoxicatingly which just made you groan even more. “you can come, princesa,” he mumbled sweetly, his spanish accent thick, “let go for me.”
you cried out in ecstasy as your fingernails dug deeply into his shoulder blades, hips jerking erratically, riding out your high, as his fingers pumped inside of you whilst your walls fluttered around the thick digits. “good girl, nena,” carlos praised as your delicious slick coated them which now squelched obscenely as your head tilted backwards, mouth open wide as your breaths became heavy and uncontrolled.
coming down from your high, carlos removed his soaked fingers from your cunt, bringing them up to his mouth with a teasing smirk on his face. he watched your flushed and dazed expression as he sucked the digits, savouring the taste of your sweet juices on his tongue before his hands came to grip your hips again.
“you did so well for me, cariño,” he murmured his praises, pressing a loving kiss to your temple, before one of his hands came to comb through his dishevelled hair. “so beautiful for me like this,” carlos muttered, “and so easy for me to spoil too,” he ended, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he wrapped his hairy, burly arms around you like a safety blanket. <3
suddenly, i find it hard to ask away, but okay i am curious: maid!reader. is this a punishment for her by mafia!carlos just to show her off OR hear me out: CEO!carlos with a maid!reader who doubles as his personal assistant.
okay, but thoughts on maid!reader that you teased 👀
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notti's nightly thoughts (18+)
an: as i'm sure bunny can back me up on, this idea changed DRAMATICALLY. now, that's partially because of Hackett London's new campaign with carlos where we were both whoring out over the thought of prince!carlos x maid!reader (and the fact that my whole feed was maid porn at the time of discussion) but also the fact that i spontaneously wrote ceo!carlos without remembering that this ask existed. woops!
“y-your highness,” you whispered ever so sweetly, eyes blindfolded by the cloth of some expensive fabric wrapped around your eyes by carlos. “d-do you really think this is necessary?” you squeaked, cheeks slightly pink as blood pumped faster around your body with burning adrenaline.
“shhh, nena,” carlos cooed, his thick accent holding a sultry undertone as his hungry eyes gazed over your body, relishing in the way you squirmed whilst tied to his soon-to-be throne in the large throne room of the palace. “you trust me, don’t you?” he mumbled into your skin, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw as he bent down, trailing his lips down your bare body.
“o-of course, your highness,” you replied almost instantly, the response ingrained into your mind to serve him, whilst carlos’s hands found your sensitive breasts. his large hands engulfing the soft boobs with an underlying hunger, as his calloused thumbs grazed over your sore nipples, causing a pathetic whine to escape your lips.
his kisses trailed lower, teeth grazing over your bare collarbone hungrily as he bit and sucked the flesh, the hot nips of your skin quickly followed by rushes of cold goosebumps left in his teeth’s wake.
you shuddered as carlos’s hungry groans vibrated on your flesh, heat crawling up your spine from your now weeping cunt. its slight wetness tingling with desperation for carlos, as your legs were spread wide open tied to the armrests of the expensive throne by your resting ankles on either side, hole openly on display for the prince.
“so responsive for your prince,” carlos drawled, thumbs now rubbing your nipples into throbbing peaks, pinching them teasingly which caused you to moan out loud in response to the abrupt motion yet which felt ever so pleasurable upon impact to your senses currently on overdrive.
“your highness,” you groaned again, cunt weeping to be filled as it became even more slick, your body fighting the overwhelming fire growing in the bottom of your belly. “i want more. please,” you whined helplessly as your skin tingled, responding to the electric blood of lust surging through your veins.
“you want more, do you?” carlos questioned, eyebrow raised as a cruel smirk formed on his face. “i don’t think it’s a maid’s role to command royalty,” he tutted with a shake of his head.
you moaned out loud as one of carlos’s hands came to slap your pussy in response to your begging. your cheeks burnt, breath becoming ragged as you mewled, biting your lip to suppress your hopeless moans.
carlos then cupped your jaw, fingertips digging into your cheekbones as he pulled your head upwards to look down at your covered face, hunger hidden and flashing in his darkened brown eyes.
“you look so beautiful on this throne right now,cariño,” carlos murmured with an accomplished smile. “maybe i should take you here, and keep you like this forever. maybe even make you my queen, no?”
“your highness—” you began to whisper breathlessly, carlos’s thumb now grazing on your bottom lip.
“carlos,” he quickly corrected. “call me carlos.”
you nodded instantly, conforming to his command, to which carlos thanked with another searing kiss on your lips, tongue dominant as it tangled with your own, saliva mixing as he broke free from your face.
with a satisfied hum, carlos began to kiss all over your bare skin again, a trail of burning kisses trailing from your jaw to your stomach as he got onto his knees, placed inside of your legs. his hands placed onto your thighs as he sat at eyes length with your crying cunt.
he kissed your opening ever so gently, inhaling your already present essence as he dipped his tongue ever so slowly into your wet heat, causing a small groan to escape your lips.
breath caught in your throat as carlos suckled at your pussy, licking and sucking every last drop from your pretty hole. he grazed his nose ever so purposefully over your throbbing clit, the intoxicating sensations causing you to moan ever so loudly.
“carlos,” you whimpered. “d-don’t stop.”
carlos groaned at your desperate whines, picking up his rhythm a little. with every lick, his nose rubbed perfectly against the swollen bundle of nerves, knots of pleasure tying tightly inside the pit in your stomach as they played on the brink of ecstasy.
your thighs trembled as your slick heat dripped onto the lavish leather of carlos’s throne. your juices smeared messily onto carlos’s face and tip of his nose as you chased your inevitable release.
with a sharp suck, you crumbled in an instant. crying out loudly, your whole body shuddered, walls fluttering as you rode out of your high with carlos’s face inside of your thighs.
your chest heaved, hot blood still surging uncontrollably around your body as your brain felt hazy from your release only moments ago. cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, carlos came up from inside your thighs, hands coming to remove the blindfold from your eyes.
blinking as you adjusted to the lights in the throne room, your dazed expression met carlos’s own smug look. he licked your lingering slick off his lips, smirking as he did so.
“you did so well for me, nena,” he praised with a loving purr, before his eyes darted to the mess you’d made on the regal red leather.
he then tutted with disapproval, head shaking as his hairy arms caged you to the chair as your widened eyes glued onto his doe own. his hands then came to unclasp the ties from around your limbs, binding you to the lavish gold of the throne, the growing silence between you two now thick and palpable.
carlos’s large hand then came to wrap tightly around your wrist, yanking you out of the chair as you’d settled your legs finally back into a sitting position happily.
“carlos, what’re—” a yelp followed as carlos pressed your face, hand curled and tangled into your hair, against the sticky patch of your left mess on the chair.
“clean it,” he commanded coldly, placing a harsh whack on your bare ass.
you whined again, tongue quickly pointing out of your mouth, licking the lone cum off of the chair, despite carlos’s relentless spanks on your ass.
“you dirty girl,” carlos muttered, as you continued to clean up. “i thought maids were supposed to keep the chambers clean, hm?” he questioned with another whack to your bum, a red imprint of his hand now glowing on your skin. “definitely not whatever this is. making a mess of a royal’s throne? utterly unprofessional,” he spoke with disgust, turning his nose up at you cleaning your mess up with your tongue.
when you seemed to be finished, carlos then grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning it into a makeshift ponytail, yanking you upwards from your previous position, revealing the now cleaner seat.
carlos then let out another satisfied hum, turning your body to face him, your bare tits grazing against his crisp white shirt.
“i-is that better for you, your highness?” you asked sweetly, eyelashes batting as the red imprints carlos had left on your ass still stung horridly.
carlos chuckled deeply in response, hands now coming to caress your hips. “much better, nena,” he responded, “you’re always so good and compliant for me,” he added, pressing another tender kiss against your lips with a smile.
saw the photo of carlos w his hair slicked back & your comment about him snorting coke off of tits and can’t help but imagine a coked out carlos with blown out pupils aggressively eating you out like a man starved 😵💫😵💫😵💫
I??? HELLO?? not going to lie, i forgot about that reblog but OH MY GOD.
just imagine pushing your breasts together, the line of powder in a perfect line as you bit your bottom lip at carlos, with those glimmering eyes full of a drunken haze and anticipation for the rest of the night. both of you were already drunk, and it was getting messy, so why not let loose for once?
carlos then mumbles sultry sweet nothings into your ear in spanish, before kissing your neck, causing you to squirm a little whilst heat runs down to your core. he then takes your breasts in his big paws, snorting the powder with ease, brushing the excess with the back of his hand.
he then takes your breast and nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking around your skin causing you to gasp as goosebumps formed in his tongue's wake. he then kisses the bare skin down to your clothed cunt, already dripping from the overwhelming attraction surging through your veins. he growls into the skin with a smirk, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down ever so slowly.
the cool air brushing against your wet heat causes you to stifle a moan, whilst carlos’s mouth finds your folds, sucking your pussy. his tongue dips into your slit, as his nose begins to rub against your pussy and he looks up at you with those blown out brown eyes, wide and hungry as you climax ever so quickly, fingernails clawing into his scalp as you thrust your hips into his face, making his tongue push deeper into your cunt. <3
Reader goes to Carlos’ tattoo and piercing parlor. She gets a tattoo under her boob/rib. She passes out from pain. While she is out, he pierces her nipples then continues the tattoo. She wakes up and doesn’t think anything of the pain she just thinks it’s from the tattoo. She goes home goes to bed. In the morning she goes to take a shower and realizes the piercings. She gets mad but sorta like them. She goes to talk to Carlos and he’s like “well now you’re mine. I marked you” btw the piercings have like a c on them or something. He kisses her when she sorta calms down. She tries fighting the attraction but can’t (bonus if Carlos can feel them get hard while they kiss)
an: DARK FICTION - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE DARK FICTION.
OKAY ANON OKAY YOU'RE COOKING!! but imagine after he's kissed you he has you back on the chair and he's basically torn your shirt off so he can admire his piercings on your hardened nipples. he rubs over the sore peaks which causes you to whine, but carlos just chuckles, before putting one in his mouth, sucking and toying with the metal, causing you to gasp and moan out loud. after a while, he kisses down your stomach, tracing his tongue over the tattoo before pulling down your jeans and eating you out there and then.
THEN IMAGINE THE NEXT TIME YOU COME IN FOR A TATTOO HE MAKES YOU COCKWARM HIM. you're whining, split fully open by his cock, tears brimming in your eyes as he tries to put maybe a 55 somewhere on you, but you keep squirming, which makes him squeeze your hips even harder so you stop :((
“You want to mess everything up for me, don't you?” Carlos gritted out, pressing your head down against the hardwood. Cheek wedged harshly against the material, you felt the coldness of the timber below you. “Fucking waste of my time,” he snarled, parting your asscheeks, “You’re good for nothing. Only a pretty sight for a secretary, no brains at all,” his hot breath fanned on your skin from underneath your tights.
You squirmed, the loud rip of fabric and an annoyed grunt from the CEO followed. “Such a pretty hole,” Carlos purred, “and a tease. No panties,” he tutted disapprovingly, “Were you expecting this?” The heat of his rasp causing your pussy to wet slightly in anticipation.
Thighs twitching, your lip quivered. The contrasts between Carlos’s cold office and his raging breath was intoxicating. From behind, he grazed his hardening cock confined to his office trousers against your bare, pleading cunt. Hips bucking, you craved for more, letting out a tiny whimper.
“I'm sorry, Mr Sainz,” you whimpered meekly, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes slightly. “Just-, Just please fuck me,” you begged, “I'll never mess up a paper again, I promise!” Your high pitched plea not going unheard by the CEO.
The CEO chuckled lowly. “So desperate to please, hm?” he spoke smoothly, nipping your neck, “maybe I’ll have to do this more often.” Carlos mumbled into your flushed skin. Large hands gripped at your slightly undone blouse, pulling it lower and unbuttoning it fully with lusty ease, so he could fully grope your tits. His calloused thumbs meticulously and slowly rubbed and rolled your soft nipples underneath the skimpy lace into hardened mounds, the coarseness on the sensitive skin like ecstasy to your senses.
A burning flush crossed your cheeks as the faint sound of a zipper could be heard behind you. The rustling of falling clothes followed, before Carlos’s large hands came to grip your hips for a brief moment, pushing your back onto him. Carlos then teased your weeping cunt, pressing the red, swollen tip, already glistening with pre-cum against the dripping hole. “Be a good girl and take it all,” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, pushing his long, girthy length inside. “If you’re good,” he continued, “and quiet,” Carlos added, pressing a hand to your mouth as he suppressed a moan, “then HR will never need to know about this.”
You nodded almost instantly, gulping as a knot started to tighten in the burning pit of your belly. Carlos’s thrusts were tame to start, the faint slapping of colliding skin could be heard as your eyes dared to roll back, perfectly manicured nails digging into the hardwood of his desk.
“Maybe I'll just have to fuck some sense into you,” he grunted breathlessly into your ear, hot breaths fanning onto the shell, whilst hips thrusted beautifully into you as you both moulded into one, as if you were both made for each other.
“But this is probably what you've wanted all this time,” Carlos huffed, his rhythm becoming more aggressive with each syllable, “I've seen you, cariño. Walking around with those sexy miniskirts on, the eyes you give me whenever you come into the office,” he panted, tone becoming dangerously sultry with each pound now, “You want me.”
You squealed in response, the intensity of his thrusts into your tight cunt, with his low, thickly spoken words were intoxicating to your mind, making you hazy with pleasure. Gagged and muffled moans followed as he continued his attack on your begging hole, your eyes starting to roll back as your trembling knees dared to give way, weak and ready to make you tumble to the floor.
“Maybe if we do this more often, then you'll do your work right for once,” Carlos grunted again into your ear, his thrusts now merciless and torturously deep. “You're just a little secretary who needed some sense fucked into her by the ‘big boss’, aren't you?”
You nodded, moans louder and downright pornographic as you panted uncontrollably onto Carlos’s hand still pressed snugly onto your mouth. You could feel your release coming imminently, your thighs trembling with overwhelming ecstasy as you danced with the fire of your awaiting yet rather impatient climax.
Back arched, your walls fluttered against Carlos’s length inside of you, milking him dry as you cried out in pleasure. Your nails dug deeper into the wood as you rode out your high, hips jerking erratically with his movements, as faint scratch marks had become evident on the antique furniture whilst tears spilled from your eyes, ruining the beautifully applied mascara you'd put on in the morning.
“That's it,” Carlos growled, his own release spilling into you as his come painted your slick walls white hungrily, “just like that, nena.” He shuddered, his own overwhelming pleasure causing him to tense with his own rush of ecstasy, electricity coursing through his blood and veins like a hot wire.
Both of your uncontrolled breaths mingled together as Carlos begrudgingly pulled out of you, member softening before two fingers came back to your ass, pushing some overflowing cum back into your hole before it fell down your painted thighs, still a little shaky from your high.
Standing up straight, your wide eyes met his own brown ones. Your face burnt as you tried to fathom and ground yourself back into the present day, brain still fried from the haze of Carlos’s cock splitting you open with such ease. You let out a shaky breath as a large hand came to cup your cheek, a soothing thumb brushing against the apple as you smiled down at you, satisfied and content.
“Good girl,” he hummed contently. “You did so well for me today, despite that blip you had this morning,” Carlos murmured, eyes soft and loving as he looked down at you, “but I'm willing to look past that.”
“Thank you, M-Mr Sainz,” you hiccuped in return, flashing the same smile he was giving you. “It won't happen again, I promise.”
“Oh, I know it won't,” he answered with a smirk. “Because if it does,” Carlos spoke, chest pressed against your unclothed front, tone of voice an octave lower now, “I'll make sure that the whole office knows that you scream out my name, like the little office slut that you are.”
I return! Well, welcome to Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Monday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty
an: i was giggling and kicking my feet when i got the picture on the right on my feed a couple weeks back, but here's a cheeky snippet to what jock!carlos au is gonna be like!
You didn’t know how it had gotten like this.
It began with Carlos casually asking if you’d go with him to the campus library because apparently he ‘didn’t know where he was looking’ for a specific book he needed for class.
Definitely not the heavy kisses that followed when he cornered you down a secluded section of the library, pinning you against the wall of the aisle.
Cheeks burnt as he hungrily groped your breasts, thumbs rubbing your clothed nipples so they were hardened, sensitive peaks. Before you would whine a pathetic whine, he silenced you with another searing kiss, letting the pathetic moans die as his tongue tangled with your own.
Your hands raked through his dark curls, combing the beautiful brown back as you grazed his scalp ever so desperately with your fingernails.
Heavy pants followed as you finally pulled apart for a few short-lived and desperate gasps of air. Dazed, half-lidded eyes looked up at the jock towering over you behind your glasses which were slightly dishevelled and wonky on your nose from the intensity of his kisses which made your lips swollen and raw.
“Carlos,” your breathy voice was merely a whisper in the stillness of the library. “Carlos what are you?—” you trailed off as you felt his hand trail hungrily underneath your skirt, fingers curling ever so slowly into the confines of your panties, before they soon found your weeping cunt.
A large hand pressed on your open mouth, suppressing another moan as he started to pump his calloused fingers in and out of your already slick wetness. Your eyes widened at the intensity as he stretched you out slightly, your fingers coming to hold him slightly tighter as you fought back more wanton moans.
“Shh, nena,” he murmured into your ear, doe brown eyes darkened with lust as his hot breath burnt the shell of your ear. “We wouldn’t want the pretty little nerd to be caught out being a whiny little slut by the librarian, would we?” His voice was dangerous as his thick accent pooled out of his mouth, the richness intoxicating.
A frantic shake of your head followed as your body burnt uncontrollably. Carlos kept his spare hand pressed onto your mouth, your panties became noticeable over the top of the shelf of books covering your thighs as he hitched your skirt slightly upwards. He continued to finger fuck you with no mercy, relentlessly pushing deeper into you whilst you whined hopelessly at the intensity of his thrusts.
“So responsive and tight f’me,” he purred again, fingers curling to that spot that made you see stars. Thighs began to tremble at the unwavering pace of his fingers whilst he finally pushed your panties to the side so he could have better access to your pussy. Tears of pleasure started to well in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of Carlos’s fingers pushing you open in public.
The coil of your inevitable waiting release twisted tighter as you fought the urge to cry out in ecstasy as Carlos quickened his already torturous attack on your wetting cunt. The sounds of your slick became more stark as his hand across your mouth pressed harder, forcing you to breathe heavier, uncontrolled and more ragged through your nose, breaths now coming in in harsh huffs.
“You gonna come for me, dirty girl?” he teased darkly, his own breaths a little pant-like and breathy now, “Go on, come for me.”
Tears fell down your cheeks as you came around Carlos’s thick digits still pumping with an unwavering passion as you reached your high. Thighs squeezed together involuntarily, your body shuddering as your knees buckled slightly whilst your walls fluttered uncontrollably against his fingers, coating them with your wetness, soaking the fabrics of your panties as he helped you ride out your high. After a moment, he slowly pulled his fingers out of the confines of your underwear, pressing a sloppy, yet genuinely reassuring kiss to your temple.
“Such a good girl, cariño,” Carlos cooed his praise with a satisfied smile. He brought his coated fingers to his mouth, sucking your essence off of them with ease before sighing with pleasure, a smirk etched onto his face as you panted after he’d taken his hand away from your mouth.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed snugly, pulling the book he needed off of the shelf. “Thanks for helping me find it,” he added with a smug grin, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, letting it linger for a moment before giving you a little wink and walking away, leaving you alone in a flustered mess.
like jock!carlos? fancy sending me an ask in my inbox so you can be included in my notebook! - notti <3
