hey how you doing? I saw your request is open, can you write make up sex with Carlos oliveira after a heated argument where he just felt so bad and want his wife to forgive him. It can go for as long as she wants. I know he could make the best aftercare too..
Kiss and Make Up
(Carlos Oliveira x Wife!Reader)
A/N: Thank you so much for this great request. When I saw that in my inbox I was like: yup this will be hot and sweet. Haha. Sending love to you and all my other Carlos sweethearts and anyone who read this. I hope you enjoy! Love, Shell xo
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Fluff, P in V, Fingering, Oral (female receiving), cuss words
Summary: Carlos and his wife live together in Brazil, trying to leave the past behind. Life is relatively peaceful until you both get into an argument, which then leads to make up sex.
It didn’t even start as an argument, it was a stupid case of miscommunication, which then escalated into something bigger, because both of you had been stubborn enough to let it get that far.
Being married to Carlos had always been peaceful. He was your protecter, your biggest supporter and fan, and he was there for you when no one else was. When things had gone south in Raccoon City, Carlos and you decided to return to his home country Brazil and start there fresh.
A few years later you both got married and shared your happy and fulfilling life together. You loved him with all your heart, even though he was capable of driving you insane on some days. It didn’t help that whenever you complained or voiced your concerns, he tried to play it down by saying how cute you looked when you’re angry.
“Carlos! Stop saying I look cute and actually listen to what I have to say!” you complained, fuming and angrily taking a step back.
“I’m sorry but you do look cute when you’re angry, princesa! I can’t help it,” he said with a small smile on his lips, a smile that was threatening to turn into straight laughter. He really tried his best to compose himself but he just couldn’t.
“You always do that but I won’t have it tonight,” you said angrily, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
Carlos nodded and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you as he tried to put on a straight face again.
“Okay, okay. Go on. Tell me,” he said, his hands resting behind him on the counter.
“You keep on lying to me. You go to work, act like it’s nothing, only for me to find out that you are actually going on dangerous missions again!” you said. It was true. After being forced to leave UBCS, he had to find something new in Brazil.
Of course, with his experience, physical fitness and everything, he could have done many things. But that man wasn’t born to be someone with a regular job.
He got hired by a special unit to train their newbies at their training facility. That meant it was relatively safe, while still getting to use his experience. However, when one of his coworkers offered him to go on missions again, he couldn’t help but say yes. He wanted to help people, to put himself out there. And sometimes that meant going on missions that weren’t just “security jobs”, as he had liked to call it.
“I didn’t lie to you. I still work at the training center. The missions are exceptions. When they need an extra man, I’m the one to call. Nothing more,” he explained as if it was the most mundane thing in the world.
“That doesn’t matter. You should have told me before. I am your wife, Carlos!” you reminded him while walking up and down the kitchen.
“I wanted to tell you”
“When? After your first injury?” you asked sarcastically, gesturing wildly with your hands in the air, causing Carlos to chuckle. The angrier you got, the more he found it amusing or so it seemed. Or in his words: cute.
“See? You’re doing it again! You don’t take me seriously!” you said, your voice rising higher and higher.
He slowly walked up to you, trying to calm you down but it was too late for that.
“Don’t even try to change the topic by taking me in your arms. This was not okay. I was worried and you treat me like I am just your roommate or something!”
Carlos sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Now that’s not true. You’re the love of my life, you know that,” he said, carefully reaching his hand out for you.
“Do I really know that?” you asked, still feeling the anger inside of you. You didn’t actually mean it, you knew he loved you. But he got you so worked up, that peace seemed no longer to be an option.
He raised his eyebrows. “What? Don’t I show you everyday how much I love you?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more agitated.
“That’s not the point Carlos,” you groaned.
“Stop being so dramatic,” he huffed, he was clearly growing irritated. If there was one thing he hated, it was fighting. Especially with you.
He started mumbling something in portuguese, something you didn’t understand. Normally he only did that to call you sweet names but this time it was full on cursing under his breath.
“Excuse me?”
“See that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you because I knew you would overreact!” he grumbled. He was pissed, you could hear it. It was not because he was actually angry at you, but because deep inside, he knew you were right. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“You know what? Don’t talk to me,” you muttered, passing by him. He tried to take your hand, trying to make you listen to him but you didn’t stop. You went straight to your shared bedroom. He called after you but you didn’t answer. You just needed a few quiet moments for yourself now.
A little bit time to think about everything and calm down before of either of you could say something you didn’t mean.
You expected Carlos to follow you, but you were glad he didn’t do it. You both needed some space right now. You decided to answer a few E-Mails from your laptop while lying on the bed. From what you could hear, Carlos was working on something in the kitchen but you weren’t sure and you weren’t ready to go out just yet.
After a while, you felt your eyes grow heavy from exhaustion. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, how much you tried to distract yourself from falling asleep, you ended up passing out.
You woke up when you felt your laptop being lifted off your lap. It took you a moment to collect yourself and figure out where you were. It felt like you’d slept for three days, though it had probably only been two hours. You carefully rolled onto your side, still a little groggy from sleep. Behind you, you heard the rustling of blankets, and before you could turn back around, you felt the bed dip behind you.
“Hey Baby” You heard the whispering, soft voice of Carlos as his arms wrapped carefully around you. One arm sneaked under your side, resting on your belly while the other one rested on your hip. It felt like the perfect embrace, so tight and warm. His breath tickled your neck, causing a gentle shiver to run down your spine.
“Hey,” you whispered back, feeling his warm body against yours as he pulled you flush against his chest. You quickly remembered your dispute from earlier, but you were too tired to argue.
“Carlos I-” you began but he hushed you.
“Shh…..let me go first, please?” he asked quietly, a subtle roughness in his voice.
You nodded. “Okay,” you whispered.
He started kissing your neck, first softly, barely touching your skin. Your eyes closed when you felt his lips drifting lower, his kisses growing more passionate.
“I’m sorry,” he started, kissing down your neck until he reached your shoulders. “For not telling you about the missions,” he continued, his voice low and gruff.
His one hand wandered to your thighs, gripping you tightly and applying more pressure, as if to make sure you were really there.
“You were selfish,” you mumbled.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he answered, as his hand started to carress your thighs. At first his hands remained gentle, innocent almost, until you just slightly arched into him. Your ass pressed against his crotch, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He groaned into your ear.
“Let me make it up to you, querida. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered.
You wanted to resist, tell him that he couldn’t just make it up to you with sex. On the other hand, you were desperately craving his touch and the intimacy he was offering you.
His hand stroked the inside of your thighs and parted them slightly to gain better access.
“You’re not playing fair,” you stated softly, closing your eyes as your butt pressed further against his pelvis. You could feel him getting hard from the gentle rubbing you were providing him.
“Do I ever?” he whispered with a cheeky grin, sliding his hand deeper between your legs. He briefly played with the waistband of your panties.
“What do you need? I’ll give you everything,” he continued, his fingers first gently brushing over your wet folds. You suppressed the first moan that was building up in your throat.
“I need you,” you begged, and that seemed to be enough for him.
“That’s what you’ll get, meu anjo,” he mumbled, his fingers stroking a few more times over your glistening folds, spreading your wetness to where it was needed. His other hand that was laying under your side, started sneaking under your loose shirt, finding your breasts and playing with them.
“You feel so good in my hands. My beautiful wife,” he cooed as he applied more pressure, knowing the way you liked to be touched. He knew you better than he knew himself. Gently and soft, he started circling your clit with his thumb, making sure to slowly build up your pleasure.
“Carlos,” you moaned softly as you felt his hands moving lower. As if by themselves, your legs spread wider, showing him just how much you needed him. His finger gently entered you, one first, then two. He curled his fingers to hit just the right spot.
“Oh fuck,” you murmured and began to move against his fingers, which kept hitting the same spot, causing you to see stars.. “Yes, right there”
“Right there, hm? Feels good? Tell me how good it feels,” he asked in a hoarse voice as he continued to thrust his fingers into you, in just the right rhythm. His fingers were already completely soaked with your juices.
“So… damn good” was the only thing you could manage to say as you continued to focus on his fingers, his breath and his voice. His throbbing cock pressed against your backside, almost begging to feel more of you. But right now, it wasn’t about him. It was about you. And his sole priority was showing you just how good he could make you feel.
You felt your walls tighten around his fingers, pulsing, the more he hit that spot and played with your most sensitive bud.
“God….you’re getting so tight. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers,” he whispered in your ear as your walls clenched even tighter around him. After a few more thrusts he brought you over the edge. Your hands clawed into his strong arms as you finally came.
“Oh god Carlos yes, please don’t stop,” you moaned, riding against his fingers and hand, tightening your grip on his arms while doing so.
“Yes, querida, yes. You’re doing perfect,” he praised, pumping his fingers a few more times into you before slowly removing them. He planted several kisses on your cheeks, gripping your chin with his free hand to move your face closer to his.
“That was my first apology,” he whispered against your lips, kissing you intensely. Without waiting for an answer, he gently pushed you onto your back and began to undress you. Still filled with desire, you watched as he did the same to himself, revealing his hard, well-toned body.
As he watched you lying there beneath him, open and ready, he started stroking himself a few times. He groaned at the sight of you. You could feel your walls clench again around nothing, just looking at him like that. You expected him to take you now, fully. But he wasn’t done with you yet.
He gently spread your legs and laid himself between them, licking his lips before diving into your wet cunt like a starved man. You were still oversensitive from your first orgasm, so as soon as you felt his tongue against your clit your squirmed.
“Oh…god,” you mumbled, your hands grabbing his dark curls, your toes curling while he started sucking your clit gently. He moaned, tasting your juices from your previous orgasm. He loved when you ran your hands through his hair, making him even harder.
“You taste amazing,” he hummed between licks, continuing to pleasure you. He gripped your thighs, holding them apart whenever they threatened to close on his head from overstimulation.
“I’m so close,” you moaned, your back arching of the bed, hands gripping tighter into his curls as you started to ride against his face. He groaned against you, sucking on your clit and making you come for the second time.
As the wave crashed over you, he licked you through it, not slowing down. He kept going until you literally had to push him away just to catch your breath.
“Carlos… I… I need a minute,” you said breathlessly, still feeling the throbbing inside you. With a satisfied grin, he looked up at you and ran the back of his hand over his mouth. His beard was still glistening with your arousal.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you catch your breath,” he winked, climbing on top of you to you to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, pulling him closer.
“That was my second apology,” he whispered against your lips. He pushed his hard member against your sensitive clit, groaning at the small, yet pleasurable sensation.
“Those were pretty….convincing apologies,” you smiled shyly. He laughed as he studied your tired and blissed out expression.
“Mhm only the best for my wife. What do you like for your final apology, hm? Any wishes? Positions?” he asked even though he could barely contain himself anymore. He was painfully hard by now, the precum already leaking from his tip.
You thought for a moment, still trying to catch your breath.
“Maybe the position from earlier?” You asked, letting yourself roll onto your side. He smiled as he positioned himself behind you, his hand gently guiding you until he fit perfectly behind you.
“Anything you want. And as long as you want,” he reassured you, sneaking his arms around you again and pulling you against his chest. You reached back to stroke his hard cock a few times, earning a deep growl from him.
“I need you so much,” he groaned, positioning himself at your wet entrance. He wasted no time as he couldn’t wait any longer. He thrusted into you with one deep stroke, filling you out completely.
You loved how deep you could take him in that position and how close you were to each other. You could feel his labored breathing on the back of your neck as his hands kneaded your breasts, his thumb playing with your nipples.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt him pushing deeper and deeper into you, and you wondered if anything could ever feel better than that.
“You take my cock so well,” he mumbled, as he picked up the pace, his movements growing faster and more urgent. The stretch he gave you was indescribable, despite all his careful preparation, you could feel just how much his size was pushing you further, in the best possible way.
“You’re so tight around me. You're doing so good. Such a good girl for me,” he praised.
You clung to his arms again as he pulled you tighter against his chest. By now, both of you were drenched in sweat, but neither of you cared in the slightest.
“Can you… please… go a little harder…,” you asked, your voice strained.
You didn’t even need to finish the sentence, Carlos knew what you meant and began thrusting into you harder. Your face buried itself into the pillow, muffling your loud moans.
“God, baby… I’m not gonna last much longer. You feel too good… too tight…” he rambled, his pace quickening even more. You felt him twitch inside you. His free hand moved back to your clit, stroking you to push you over the edge again.
“Me neither… I’m so close, Carlos…” you whimpered. He kept thrusting into you while his fingers worked your clit. He nudged your top leg forward just slightly, angling himself even deeper, if that was even possible.
“Oh god—right there,” you moaned, coming for the third time, clenching tightly around him.
He buried his face in your neck, gripping you as he kept thrusting.
„I’m so sorry,“ he grunted between thrusts. „For everything,“ he said, his movements becoming erratic. „Say you’ll forgive me,“ he breathed.
„Yes yes yes,“ you brabbled, completely cockdrunk by the way he was moving inside you.
A few moments later he followed you over the edge. The way you pulsed around him drove him completely wild, making him release everything inside you.
He cursed under his breath, still moving inside you, helping both of you ride out your orgasms.
You stayed like this for a while, catching your breath and enjoying the closeness of each other. He stayed inside you for a while, holding you close.
„Wow“ Was all you managed to say. He carefully pulled out of you and rolled back to his back, while still holding your hand.
„That was….apology number three,“ he laughed quietly, his breathing still ragged. A few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
You smiled as you turned around, laying your head on his chest and listening to his rapid heart rate.
„That was one hell of an apology,“ you said.
He chuckled. „Only the best for you, meu anjo,“ he muttered, kissing the top of your head. His arms carefully wrapped around you, caressing your sore body.
You closed your eyes. „You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue,“ you mumbled.
He watched you for a moment. „I meant what I said. I am really sorry. And yeah, maybe I was being selfish. I wanted to go on missions again and I didn’t want to worry you,“ he explained in a gentle, much softer voice now.
You opened your eyes again and looked up at him.
„I wouldn’t have said no. I just wanted you to tell me first. I thought this is what we do,“ you said softly, looking into his deep brown eyes.
He nodded. „I know. You were absolutely right. This won’t happen again. I swear,“ he said truthfully, still caressing your back.
„Thank you,“ you smiled and kissed him again on the lips.
„Now….let me get you something to drink and then we will take a bath together. How does that sound to you?“ he smiled, carefully getting up. Before doing so, he grabbed one of the blankets and gently draped it over your naked body.
„Sounds perfect,“ you said, wrapping yourself in the soft blanket.
He gently brushed your hair behind your ear, before he bent down to kiss you again.
„I love you so much. I’ll be right back,“ he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. You admired his bare body once more as you watched him walk back to the kitchen.
You felt your eyes grow heavy once more, now feeling completely exhausted but also satisfied.
In the background, you could hear Carlos running the bath. After a while, he came back to you and started lifting you up.
“Carlos, what are you doing?” you asked softly, almost half-asleep.
"Taking you to the bathroom. So you can rest. Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time. The drink is also ready, waiting for you,” he whispered softly in your ear as he carried you into the bathroom.
“You’re something else,” you chuckled, snuggling up against him.
“But I’m yours,” he grinned as he gently lowered you into the bathwater.
“You are. And I’m yours.”
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