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Please fucking read this.

Silly Little Fantasy (Carlos Oliveira x Reader) 18+

Carlos x Fem!Reader 18+ MINORS DNI

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Concept- Carlos was dreaming again... dreaming of you. And he didn't know what to do with himself. You hadn't known each other very long, hell he didn't even know your name. All he knew was that you were driving him crazy.

Content- NSFW 18+, masturbation, oral, degrading, reader has a thing for accents, reader also has a cute tummy pooch

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Carlos's eyes roamed across the room, though he wasn't entirely paying attention, just trying to make himself look busy. He hated these stupid things. It wasn't always Umbrella had to deal with national threats however, and he much preferred boring little parties than being sent out to wherever to extract people and secure overrun areas. That didn't mean Carlos paid much attention when it came to them.

At least he usually didn't, but today he found something worth paying attention to. Rather... someone. Carlos couldn't quite explain how or why you stood out, there were several people that attended these things. Several people that could just have easily been perceived as attractive.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself. Maybe it was the way you quickly snubbed one of the rich assholes that decided the seat beside you needed filling. Maybe it was the way your pretty little throat seemed to move, as you swallowed the drink in your hands. Or maybe even it was the way your manicured nails wrapped around the stem of your wine glass. Whatever the reason, Carlos couldn't stop staring.

That's where it had started anyway. Despite seeing the many failed attempts of others, he knew he'd be a fool not to at least try and get your attention. After all, you had already effortlessly captured his.

As a guard, he was supposed to patrol around anyway. It wouldn't look too suspicious to walk around for a bit, casually bumping into you. He made his way over to the bar.

While thinking about how to approach you however, you moved a seat over, sitting right beside him. Carlos was stunned but wouldn't deny it had given him a little confidence boost. Of all the guys that had attempted to swoon you, he was the only one to successfully have you move and sit by him.

"You stalking me?"

Carlos felt his cheeks flush, all potential game he had flying out the window. He let out a nervous chuckle, embarrassment creeping up along his neck. He had thought he was being subtle checking you out... How long had you noticed his gawking?

"What... I... No, I work here," he replied, hating how he seemed to stumble over his words.

"At the bar?" you asked, raising one eyebrow skeptically.

This only seemed to make him more flustered, as he shifted in his little bar stool, suddenly feeling much too big for the chair.

"No, for the host. I decided to take my break now... I... needed a drink."

He couldn't quite go into details. All guards were undercover tonight. While Umbrella expected for things to go smoothly, they could never be too cautious. You didn't seem to buy it, still holding that same unamused look on your face.

"You needed a drink?"

"Well... I don't exactly mind the company either," Carlos teased, giving you a crooked smile. He seemed pleased with himself, finally finding his words.

You didn't say anything, only rolling your eyes, as you reached down, taking another sip from your glass.

"Hmm..." was all you said in response.

Carlos was usually good with people, and he knew it. He knew he was attractive as well, which certainly helped when it came to wooing those around him. Despite all these qualities, he was no stranger to rejection either.

When it came to you however, he wasn't quite sure where he stood. Being good with people and attractive to most, didn't seem to carry over when talking to you.

"You find me attractive."

It wasn't a question but a statement. One you weren't asking confirmation for. You didn't need it. The way his lingering gaze seemed to rake over your body, his fidgety movements in the bar stool, and his inability to find his words all but confirmed this.

After not giving a response, you flashed him a teasing smile, and the look you gave him somehow terrified him and turned him on. Your head tilted slightly, as you ran your index finger around the rim of your glass.

"And you want to know if I find you attractive?" you continued.

Carlos could practically feel his clothes clinging to him rather tightly, the material growing a bit uncomfortable in all the wrong places. It took everything in him not to come off as desperate.

You didn't need an answer, only reaching over and squeezing his thigh lightly.

The little movement drove him wild, as his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his body felt a lot warmer. He was itching to get out of these clothes.

You flashed him an inviting look, as you gracefully slid off the bar stool. You didn't have to tell Carlos twice, as he followed your lead, his heart pounding.

If you had told him he'd be receiving the best head of his life, in the tiny bathroom of some hotshot at Umbrella's house, he would've laughed in your face. But here he was, having your pretty lips, carefully kissing and licking in all the right places, as your head bobbed up and down.

Carlos's back was pressed against the wall, as he grabbed the shower curtain for support, unable to formulate any sort of word. It took all his focus to keep quiet, knowing the walls were pretty thin. That it wouldn't be impossible for them to get caught. Part of him also grew harder, thinking about being caught.

Fuck... were you good at this. Every little sensation made his thighs shake and his back arch. Carlos was practically vibrating from your touch. Your cool hands against his warm flesh sent jolts down his spine. As your tongue ran along that spot, his hips gave an involuntary jut forward, hitting the back of your throat.

The gagging noise that came from your mouth only seemed to drive him further, as he felt that all too familiar heat build up inside him. All the blood rushed down into him.

You seemed pleased with his response, picking up speed. Carlos's grip tightened, as he threw his head back, biting on his tongue to hold back any potential noises. He wanted so desperately to let out a series of moans, as sweat formed along his forehead.

Your tongue was rough, brushing against all the right places. He was surprised at how well you took in his length, knowing just which places to linger and rub against. Just as you built him to that spot, the shower curtain snapped under his large hands, crashing.

You were startled at first, pulling your mouth back, as Carlos released all over the tile floor. The white liquid is a stark contrast in color against the sleek black tiles. He felt heat creep up his neck, as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

After realizing what happened, you simply laughed, though the noise was short lived as a knock erupted on the door.

"Is everything okay in there?"

Carlos recognized the host's voice, his neck burning. Before he could speak however, your hand went to his mouth, as you spoke, almost effortlessly.

"Yeah... just a bit too much to drink. I slipped and fell. I'm fine, but I broke your shower curtain. I promise I will replace it."

"Don't worry about it, just... be careful in there."

Once you both heard the footsteps draw away, you removed your hand from Carlos's mouth, laughing once again.

"I told you to be quiet..." you teased, eyeing the mess on the floor.

Carlos only rubbed the back of his neck, smiling softly.

"You know how impossible that is when someone as good as you is on my dick?"

You only rolled your eyes at him, however based on the coy smile you were, you were clearly pleased with yourself.

Then... that was that. Carlos didn't see you again. You had slipped out of the bathroom as quickly as you came, disappearing into the crowd. He thought he would be content with that. He had successfully gotten you alone, unlike anyone else that had approached you that night.

It had the exact opposite effect though. Many nights, Carlos found himself craving your mouth on him again. Wondering what it felt like to be inside of you, watching as he pounded into you relentlessly. You had given him the night of his life, and he was desperate to return the favor. Not to mention you had taken the blame for him damaging the shower curtain.

Carlos went back to that night often, as he touched himself, but nothing could quite replicate the feel of your mouth. Hell, even sleeping with other people felt empty compared to that moment in the cramped bathroom.

You'd even taken over his dreams, as he tried to imagine all the noises he could get to escape from your lips. Tonight was no different.

He had awoken in a cold sweat, just before the release. All he could think about was you, as he let out an annoyed groan, running his hands along his face. It took everything in him to ignore the pulsing between his legs, desperate for any sort of contact. The clock on his bedside table seemed to blink urgently, as Carlos studied the number.

Too late to fall back asleep but too early to get out of bed.

Carlos collapsed back into his pillows, letting out a breathy sigh. He couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of shame, imagining what could have possibly been hidden beneath your dress that night. Thinking about the way your chest bounced a little, as you moved against him.

Reluctantly, he reached over, grabbing the lotion bottle he kept in his nightstand. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he applied some to his dominant hand. Carlos's skin tingled at the coolness.

His hand made it's way into his boxers, as he once again fell back into the familiar memory. Your legs, carefully crossed, as you slid off the barstool. The color of your underwear that night. The way your eyes seemed to wander his, as you pressed him against the wall, immediately going for his pants. How quickly you managed to slip his belt off. The ferality you had attacked him with.

This was becoming an unhealthy obsession.

Carlos started to gently stroke himself, eyes closed. The mattress beneath him, becoming the cool bathroom wall. Unlike before... he could make whatever noises he wanted.

With every tug, he felt his breath almost stop, his heart rate quickening. He tried his best to replicate your speed, squeezing himself a little tighter. The coolness of the lotion was nothing like the heat from your mouth, but it was the closest thing he'd get.

He only seemed to grow hotter, when he pictured your lips making quick work on him again, letting out a low groan. Carlos's hips bucked into his hand, as he began to quicken the pace.

The blanket suddenly felt too hot against his skin, as he moaned softly. Carlos was mostly annoyed with himself, annoyed that he didn't ask your name. Annoyed he didn't try harder. Annoyed that all you two had been was a sloppy blow job in some pompous asshat's estate.

His frustration mixed with his desire, only built up to his orgasm, as he worked along the length. What finally did him in was imagining your throat, moving up and down, as you sipped on the wine.

Carlos screamed at no one in particular, arching his back as he relieved himself on his sheets. The feeling was nothing compared to what your mouth had done, but it would have to do.

"Fuck..." he mumbled to himself, as he rolled on his side, a panting sweaty mess. This was getting bad. Carlos would do anything to run into you again, but it was starting to feel damn near impossible. Not to mention, you'd probably find his obsessive behavior creepy. He just couldn't help himself. You practically had him in a chokehold.

It wasn't until Carlos had started giving up on the idea, that he ran into you again. Well... sort of.

Carlos followed after his supervisor, his shoulders tightened, as he kept alert, his gaze sweeping the area. They hadn't informed him of much about what was going on, just that the supervisor wanted to speak to him in private.

Part of Carlos was worried that his little secret about the party had been revealed somehow. He tried to ignore the tightening in his stomach, as he stepped inside the office.

The man that escorted him took a seat in the leather chair, turning slightly.

"Mr. Oliveira..." he started stoically.

Carlos only nodded softly in response, holding his gaze. He was practically frozen in his spot, his chest tightening. Then he exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"You seem nervous."

"Just... a little on edge,” more like he wanted to get edged. “Haven't been sleeping well Sir," Carlos replied, trying his best not to move. He hoped he'd sounded more convincing than he felt.

The man doesn't seem to care too much, shrugging, as he leant back in his seat.

"Is that so? Do I need to change your patrol so you can get your sleeping schedule under control?"

"Absolutely not sir, I know I've been slacking a little, but I promise today I will redeem myself. Rogers and I planned on doing a bunch of extra exercises today in preparation for next week."

The man shook his head, sighing.

"Scratch that, I have a task for you Oliveira. Normally I'd ask my second, but he's still busy with the Europe issue. It's a personal matter."

Carlos seemed to perk up, almost intrigued. Though, he stopped listening when he spotted a photo on the man's desk. His blood ran cold, and he felt all the color drain from his face.

It didn't take a genius to figure anything out. Without a doubt that was indeed you on his desk, smiling.

Carlos's Supervisor seemed to take note, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Ah... I forgot, you haven't been here before. That's my daughter... a pain in my ass. Here's a word of advice, kid, don't have children. Nothing but trouble. She embarrassed me last week at the party I threw. The audacity. Brought some stranger into my bathroom and fucked him. She thinks she was clever and quiet about it, but I know. The second I find the bastard that went in there with her..."

Carlos's heart rate only increased as he let out a nervous laugh. Of course the one woman he'd ever been obsessed with would be the kid of his supervisor. Fuck... he was going to loose his job so fast. Maybe even end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

"Sounds... like a mess..." he replied awkwardly, shifting his footing. "What... What was the task?"

The man nodded, waving his hand.

"Of course, it actually pertains to this. I want you to keep an eye out, anyone that so much as glances at her, I want you to report it to me. I'm having her come by today. I want to figure out which one of them disrespected me like that. Who just... right on the floor."

Carlos felt his eyes widen, as he sucked in a breath, chewing his bottom lip. Heat once again crept on his neck. Not his proudest moment.

"Sounds like a real piece of shit..." Carlos replied, believing every word.

After feeling lectured, despite the Supervisor never directly addressing him, Carlos made his way back towards the training rooms, with his head down. This of course did not go unnoticed by his colleagues, who were used to the charming and charismatic casanova practically bragging about his endeavors.

"Oliveira's finally gone quiet, that's a first."

"He always locks up when he gets a really bad rejection. Things must've not gone well in Hardy's office."

Their teasing only made Carlos smile awkwardly, as he waved a dismissive hand.

"Nah... nothing like that. Rough morning, and Hardy is just on edge. Picked out a special task, just for me, but I'm not feeling so lucky about it," he replied.

The first one that spoke, a blond Carlos remembered as Rogers, laughed slightly, as he began doing pull ups. Carlos settled at the work bench beside him, not really focusing on exercise. His eyes scanned the room, practically expecting you to pop up out of nowhere.

"Yeah? Why's that? He sending you to Europe too? I wouldn't wanna touch that mess with a ten foot pole."

Carlos shook his head, unsure what to say. Surely, if he brought it up it would land him in hot water. Or... maybe he could get lucky, pawn his sins off on one of the other poor suckers here. He never was a fan of Terwilliger.

"Nothing of the sort thank god, Hardy's pissed someone made off with his daughter at the last little party he hosted."

"Shit, someone managed to not get rejected by Hardy Jr.? She must've been super pissed off at her dad that night then. Any clue who it is? Lucky son of a bitch whoever it is, I gave up after the first two rejections." Rogers replied, still focused on his little exercise routine.

Carlos absently lifted one of the weights, hoping he didn't look as red as he felt.

"Hardy seemed clueless, whoever the perpetrator is hasn't been caught yet."

The conversation didn't get to carry on, as a familiar head poked itself into the training room. It took every ounce of self-control Carlos had not to react, as you peered around, a mischievous look on your face. For a moment, Carlos was worried you'd approach him and give him away.

"Good morning boys," You greeted, never once looking at Carlos. For some reason that upset him more than the potential of being caught did.

Rogers smirks slightly down at Carlos, glancing around the room.

"Who do you think she's looking for?" he whispered.

Carlos doesn't reply, shrugging, as he moves off the workbench.

"Hardy is in his office, though the view is arguably much better here," a brunette teased, leaning against the wall. Terwilliger.

You eyed him slightly, still not meeting Carlos's gaze, as you hummed quietly in response.

"Really... I haven't noticed anything worth seeing."

Carlos rolled his eyes, brushing past you, as he made his way out of the room. He wasn't sure what he expected, or why he even had expectations at all. It's not like you were obligated to feel any way about him.

He sighed, making his way to the bathroom. No surprise to himself, he was already starting to feel himself get hard, just from seeing you. He groaned in annoyance, staring down at himself. He was a very weak man, and part of that made him feel pathetic. You hadn't even acknowledged his presence, and he was begging like a dog.

Carlos couldn't help but also smile a little... he now knew your name. Dangerous information.

He glanced around once more, and after realizing he was alone, he loosened his belt. Again? This is pathetic. As Carlos shamed himself, he felt his pants getting tighter against him, practically begging to be set free.

Such a sad little bitch he was. Oh but how badly he wanted to be your bitch.

Carlos groaned slightly, as he slipped his hand into his pants, instantly getting a chill down his spine from the pressure. His once cool fingers instantly increased in temperature as he carefully started on the tip, massaging himself. All he could think about was you, standing in the doorway, taunting him with those devilish eyes.

He felt himself twitch slightly in his hand, as he let out a quiet moan from the pace mixed with your image.

"Fuck... that's right," he said to himself, his voice quieting as he said your name. No not said... practically purred it. It was like a symphony to his ears, making that heat inside of him build up. You were so perfect to him.

Right as he was reaching that spot, his hand slowly traveling up and down, the sound of the door opening caused his blood to freeze. Carlos stood, hand still in pants, as his gaze jerked towards the door. He felt that heat creep up his neck, his cheeks flushing in color. He couldn't move, as his eyes met with yours.

You weren't staring at him in disgust or judgment though, which only seemed to make him more scared. You carefully stepped in, locking the door. You were in the men's restroom. Fuck... Carlos was so dead.

"You already started without me?"

Your voice sent chills down his spine, as he stared blankly at you, his erection now forgotten. You jumped on the sink in front of him, smiling coyly.

"Well don't stop on my account. Don't suddenly act shy, like you weren't calling me in here."

After a few moments of silence, and Carlos not doing anything but staring stunned, you rolled your eyes, sliding off the sink and tugging at his pants.

"If you wanted my help, all you had to do was ask, pretty boy."

"I'm sorry... I'm not quite sure what's happening here..." Carlos replied, slowly pulling his hand out of his boxers.

"Really? You're not sure, because it looked like you were pleasuring yourself to the idea of me."

Carlos threw his hands up defensively, wracking his brain for an explanation. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, or what to even say. What could he possibly say?

"It's not... I mean I... Well..."

He was surprised when you let out a little chuckle, eyes lighting up in realization.

"Ah... you're embarrassed. Isn't that cute. So you actually weren't trying to get my attention? You just happened to be that loud thinking about me."

The subtlety in your tone, the way you batted your thick lashes at him, and how your lips pulled into that coy smile had him going mad. Your tiny fingers were still wrapped around his belt, gently flicking the buckle back and forth. The noise was enough to drive Carlos wild. You were toying with him, and he hated how much he loved it.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..." Carlos breathed, his shoulders dropping.

All shame was now tossed out the window. If you hadn't left now, chances are you probably weren't going to. He tried to ignore the little flutter in his heart at the idea that he might've been occupying your mind just as much. Carlos was desperate for any form of contact with you, and now that he had it, it was impossible to not tell you every dark desire in his mind.

"Aren't you sweet, I bet you touch yourself to me often."

"Almost every time now."

His response made him bite his tongue, and he's worried he's said too much. Carlos's heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He was a sweaty mess under your gaze. You'd hardly done anything, and he was already winded.

Carlos's words only made you smile in response, tilting your head, as you let out a soft hum.

"Almost huh... guess I didn't leave a lasting enough impression last time."

Before Carlos could question you, your lips were on his, and you were making quick work of the buttons along his shirt. Your skin flush against his, a desperation in both your movements. Your teeth gently bit his bottom lip, causing Carlos to moan softly into your mouth.

Once you'd pulled his shirt off, your lips traveled to the side, running along his jawline.

"After today, I'm all you're going to be able to touch yourself to," you whispered in between kisses.

Your words made Carlos practically burst out of his pants. His head was throw back in pleasure, as you kissed along his neck, your hands gripping his waist tightly. Everything about you sent jolts through his body.

The way you spoke, the hunger in your lips, how your thigh brushed along his, your legs slowly intertwining.

Carlos was practically acting on instinct, as he grabbed your thighs, lifting you on the bathroom sink. You seemed pleased, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands pressed against the small of his back. Both of your hips were moving in a fluid motion together.

His lips found yours again, as he made quick work of the jacket you had been wearing, peeling it off. It fell to the floor with a little slap, but the noise was unnoticed. Your hands trailed to the front of his pants.

The clanking of his belt buckle only seemed to drive the both of you further, as you slipped it off, the accessory taking it's rightful place by your jacket.

You smiled softly against Carlos's lips, your tongue brushing along his teeth, as he allowed you access. You made a pleasurable noise, fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Carlos trailed his kiss down the length of your jaw, smiling as you threw your head back.

"Fuck..." you whispered softly, responding to the week of pent up desire for this man.

"Need," you practically growled, unable to get the words out.

It didn't matter, Carlos seemed to understand you, as he pulled your shirt over your head. Without words, you two managed to communicate your desires efficiently. Almost as if you were wired to work together.

Carlos nipped gently at your collarbone, his hand making quick work of your bra clasp. He hadn't gotten you to strip before, and now he was enamored by you. As the black fabric joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, Carlos stared at you, gently kissing along the top of your breasts.

"So beautiful..." he whispered, not wanting to take his lips away.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, as you pulled it up, breaking contact with his lips temporarily. Before you could do much else, Carlos was pulling off your own pants, running his hands along the inside of your thighs.

His brown eyes stared up at you hungrily, as a small smirk made it's way to his lips. You didn't have to ask why, you knew what he was excited about, as he aggressively tugged your underwear down. The roughness in his touch had you practically soaked, as you let out a breathy gasp.

Carlos seemed pleased with the noise, pressing a soft kiss against your left thigh.

"You have no idea what you've done to my mind..." he whispered against your flesh, biting it softly. Your fingers tangled into his head, as you tried to urge him forward, pouting down at the man.

"Screw your mind... look at what you're doing to my body," you practically whined.

"I'm just getting started, bonita."

The way the words roll of his tongue, has you practically arching your back, despite the fact that he hasn't even kissed inside you yet. Fuck... did you have a thing of accents.

Before you could respond, you felt his warm yet damp tongue slide along you, brushing against a particularly sensitive spot. Your hips jutted forward involuntarily, causing a dark chuckle to erupt from Carlos. Despite the front, you both knew how quickly the roles had changed. This man now had control over you, and you were loving every minute of that.

You could feel his stubble gently brushing along your thighs, while he licked inside of you. His tongue darted in several different directions, causing your grip in his hair to tighten. Considering how much the man seemed to run his mouth, you were unsure why you were surprised at the speed his tongue moved inside of you. You were starting to regret being on the giving end the first time you two had encountered each other. With a tongue like that, you had really wasted Carlos's potential.

Your hips bucked against his mouth, pulling back as he did, so when you met each other it increased the pleasure. You were surprised at how quickly this man was getting you off already. With every flick of his tongue, you were burying deeper into his face, your breathing becoming rugged.

You were like a rubber band being stretched too far, and you could feel yourself wearing down. You were practically seeing stars. Carlos seemed focused however, his smile never faltering, as he licked along all the right places. You were practically shaking from the movements, biting your tongue to avoid screaming. But fuck did you need this man. Holy shit, you didn't know what you had been missing, as a quiet moan escaped your lips.

After enough resistance, you felt that band finally snap, finishing with Carlos still inside of you. Your head thrown back, as you moaned his name, shaking involuntarily. The man between your legs let out a throaty laugh, as he began licking up the mess.

He licked his lips, gazing up at you with a sultry look in his eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" Carlos purred, admiring his work.

You couldn't speak, at first, your heart was pounding. You were a sweaty heap, and your legs were starting to ache. Carlos didn't quite look down, as he lowered you, pinning you against the wall. His hands traveling along your shoulders, slipping down your sides, and squeezing the small of your back.

Fuck... your body was so beautiful to him. He was practically captivated. Each little curve. The way your stomach poked out. The texture of your skin. Every little scar and mark. How hot you felt against him, your body flush. He loved how much he had to work with. Carlos placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, smiling against the skin.

All his senses were going haywire in your presence.

"Your taste... your smell... how you feel. Fuck, you're driving me crazy maldito bebe."

You attacked him hungrily, your nails grazing his back. He didn't seem bothered by your kiss, only moving to drop his own pants, as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You could taste yourself still on him, and part of you grew a little red at the thought. This man stirred a fire in you in so many ways, you couldn't keep up.

Carlos pulled away slowly, staring into your eyes.

"Are you comfortable with this? We don't have to do anything else, if you don't want to."

You couldn't help but laugh. After the way you had just attacked him. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him against you.

"Shut up and fuck me," you replied.

Carlos smiled like you had just told him he was heaven on earth. Those words were all he needed, as he began pressing kissing all over your body, squeezing your thighs. You could feel him poking against you through his boxers. Your own fingers worked around the hem, until he sprang free, his boxers falling beside his pants.

Within seconds, he was lifting your legs up, gripping your thighs as he used the wall for support, guiding himself in. Careful as always, he started slow, allowing you to adjust to him.

It was obviously much bigger than his tongue, and you could hardly contain yourself, as you let out a slight wince. The noise evolved into a moan, as he shifted inside of you. Your walls were a little tight, resisting his movements at first. This only seemed to please the man more, as he let out a breathy sigh.

"Fuck... this is so much better than my dreams. Mmm, such a good girl."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he kissed all over you, nibbling on your neck. There was no way you were going to leave this bathroom without telltale signs of the things you two had done to each other. His praise made you grip on to him tighter, feeling that familiar fire burn up inside of you.

Carlos was so good at everything he did, every little touch, thrust, and kiss leaving you a whimpering mess. Your flesh practically burned from his grip.

"Is that so... Mmm, so much better than all those filthy thoughts you've had about me, isn't it?"

You were surprised at first, when he rammed into you, his grip on your thighs tightening. It made you excited, as Carlos let out a quiet grunt into your skin. Your words seemed to stir awake something primal within him. The way he attacked your skin, while pounding into you was almost... animalistic.

"So many...So horrible..." he groaned, "Fuck... I'm pathetic."

You couldn't help but smirk, noticing his own words seemed to affect the work he was doing. He stiffened inside of you, and his teeth scraped a little rougher against your flesh. Carlos's hands grabbing at your thighs was certain to leave hand marks.

You were learning things about this man that made your spine tingle. Fuck... this man had to be fictional, the way he was working you up.

"You're worse... you're so weak Carlos...you ought to be ashamed of yourself, fucking your supervisor's daughter right here where you work. Betraying his trust like this. All on the line and for what, a quick fuck like you're some common whore."

You were pleased to see you had been correct, as you felt him slam in just that right spot, rubbing against your walls. It was enough to take your breath away, as he pressed himself further into your skin. His stubble tickled your collar bone, while sucking on a particularly sensitive spot, moaning into your skin.

"Fuck... do that again, I'm so close."

It was hard to focus on words, with how much this man was pushing your senses into overdrive. You couldn't believe this man was already leading you towards a second orgasm.

"It's probably not even going to be your last time is it? You're so sick Carlos. Finding pleasure in betraying the man who relied on you. In fucking someone in the very bathroom of the place you work. You had one simple task, and you couldn't even accomplish that. Pitiful."

The words seem to be all he needed, causing Carlos to let out a loud moan. Heat spread through your body, as your hips rolled into his, making a noise of your own. You both were practically shaking. At this point shame was a foreign concept with neither of you trying to keep quiet anymore. Not like that felt entirely possible.

Carlos’s forehead had beads of sweat, and he was a panting mess, his head resting against your chest. He let out a small laugh, his movements slowing down, as he looked up at you with sleepy eyes.

With just one look, Carlos says so much, as he presses a careful kiss where he had bitten you moments before. His movements are much more gentle, as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. Fuck… you were like a dream to him, leaving him dazed and happy, while he got lost in your skin.

His breathing slowed, and he let out a quiet chuckle, pulling his head back and gently caressing your face.

“So… this wasn’t the last time right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of your own at the gentleness in his tone. The way he looked so soft… so docile in comparison to the primal way he had attacked you moments ago. Your heart fluttered a little, as you brushed your fingers through his long hair, smiling down at him.

“Definitely not…”

Carlos seemed pleased with the answer, pressing soft kisses over the newly created bite marks on your skin.

The moment was interrupted, as it often is, by a loud bang on the door. You looked up startled with Carlos’s lips still on your skin. You chewed your bottom lip, using the wall to keep yourself positioned upright.

“Oliveira, what the hell are you doing in there? We’re supposed to be in the training room right now.”

Carlos smirked up at you slightly, as he backed up, retrieving his discarded clothing.

“Fucking the supervisor’s daughter.”

Your eyes widened at his words, opening your mouth. As Carlos pulled his shirt on, he eyed you mischievously, raising one finger to his lips.

“Shhh,” he mouthed.

You only smiled back in response, following Carlos to your own clothes. You couldn’t help but be disappointed that he was that the moment was over so quickly, and Carlos’s body was now covered.

“Ha, really funny. Don’t let Hardy hear you talking like that. Hurry up and finish your business, before we get extra hours this week.”

Carlos didn’t reply, as the sound of footsteps leaving the door filled the room. You fiddled with your pants, carefully putting all your clothes back on. You were definitely going to need a shower. Once you were certain the man was gone, you punched Carlos in the shoulder.

“Are you trying to get us caught?”

The dark haired man only smiled in response, tightening his belt.

“I knew he wouldn’t take the comment seriously…” his words trailed off, as he stared at you.

Even with all your clothing on, there were certain marks you couldn’t quite hide. Particularly the darker spots on your neck. Carlos couldn’t help but feel a little proud, knowing anyone that saw you would know exactly what happened. Even if they didn’t know who. Fuck, even if he did get caught, everything that had just happened between the two of you would be more than worth whatever his punishment would be.

Carlos was surprised when you stepped closer to him, shoving something into his pocket. Before he could ask anything, you were already slipping out of the tiny room, glancing down the hallway.

When he reached into his pocket, he couldn’t help but feel his face flush, instantly recognizing the lacey texture of your underwear. Realization dawned on him, as he glanced back towards the bathroom door you had slipped out of. I guess… it was a good thing you were wearing pants.

Carlos smiled softly to himself, as he pushed the garment deeper into his pocket. He couldn’t wait to give them back to you.

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me when i’m the first person to request a lil carlos fic from youuu 😁 here’s what i’m thinking.

carlos is a pussy eating god. literally would stay between your thighs for hours, and he has. reader starts feeling bad, feeling like she doesn’t give him the proper gratitude he deserves for taking care of her all the time. so she’s determined to give him the most toe curling, sheet gripping, life altering head imaginable, not letting up until she feels like he’s had enough.

tl/dr: reader gives carlos the head of his lifetime, practically overstimulating him ^^ (i hope this made sense.)

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 masterlists

pairings carlos oliveira x fem!reader

summary since the beginning of the relationship, carlos has spent majority of his time in between your thighs, bringing you to the stars. now it’s time to return the favour and increase it tenfold than what you were doing before.

warnings most sheet gripping oral i’ve ever written (m), praise, reader calls carlos good boy like once, overstim, two orgasms. nothin too crazy !! (carlos also calls the reader mama a lot don’t talk abt it i literally can’t stop.) not proof read don’t come for me.

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“What’s gotten into you?”

It was right of Carlos to be suspicious of you when you all but jumped on him the moment he walked in the door. Your hands ventured across his body, giving his large biceps a few firm squeezes before going to wrap around his neck. And the kisses were passionate (as always), but needy. So incredibly needy.

You were never this visibly antsy, you were always able to tone it down even if all you wanted was Carlos. But he was gone for almost two weeks and you found yourself missing his company and feeling incredibly lonely.

“What, a woman can’t miss her boyfriend now?”

Your fingers looped into the waistband of his pants, but not venturing too low. However Carlos, having spent too fucking long away from you, felt his body react before his brain could catch up. His t-shirt made him feel too hot and clammy and he needed to get it off. Preferably in the bedroom. With you.

“You’re acting like I was gone for such a long time, sweetheart,” even he didn’t believe the words entirely himself, because it was a long time. Any amount of time away from you is a long time to him.

You didn’t respond, figuring your actions would speak for themselves. So, you dragged him by his belt loops to the bedroom and took his clothes off for him one piece at a time.

Carlos smiled down at you but furrowed his eyebrows. “Y’know, I was gonna take a shower. I would assume that’d be more hygienic before we do this.”

You chuckled lightly. “You could roll around in cow shit and I would still wanna fuck you,” he stared at you. “Okay maybe that’s a bit of a stretch but you get the point. A bit of dirt never scared me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling your way over to him. You sat hovered over his half hard cock, reattaching your lips to his and tugging roughly at his hair. The action caused for him to moan into your mouth and squeeze his arms around your body tightly.

Your gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Missed you so much, baby,” you pulled away to say, a bit breathless.

“I missed you, too, honey,” he smiled at you lovingly. He’ll never get tired of looking at you. “Want me to make you feel good?”

You almost nodded, too into the routine of him coming back and finding home in between your thighs. But instead, you shook your head, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin from looking at his confused expression.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s your turn.”

Those words alone caused his cock to reach a full erection.

You didn’t give him head often, he always insisted on the fact that your pleasure came before his. Plus, in his eyes, if he got to have sex with you, it was enough. He got most of his pleasure from giving you yours, and he didn’t have a problem with that one bit. But you did, for the most part.

So when you did suck him off, you made sure it always topped the last occasion. This time was no different.

You started placing kisses on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones, leaving little lovebites on his skin. It looked like a trail going from his collarbones to behind his ear and it made you giggle, which in turn made Carlos giggle.

Though his laughing stopped when your brushed your thumb across the tip of his cock. The laugh trailed off into a whine, and it made you smirk.

Your lips are at his v-line now and your free hand is tangling in his happy trail. Your kisses are sloppy and wet, and when you lean back to look at his cock, you audibly moan at the sight.

The tip was an angry red colour and leaking pre-cum. And god, you didn’t even know he could get this hard. “So pretty, baby. Your cock is so, so pretty.”

Carlos didn’t expect you to take his entire length down your throat in one go, but here you were. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately accumulating in your eyes, but you kept going when Carlos let out a throaty moan. The sound made your clit throb.

“Holy fuck,” his voice was strained. You freed his cock from your mouth and trailed your tongue up a prominent vein, circling around his tip when you made it to the end of the vein. You pumped his cock with your hand, relishing in the way he was so needy for your touch.

Then, you ducked up head down and took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and kissing at it as he groaned. His fingers laced through your hair, trying his best to keep it at light tugs, but he found it harder and harder as time went on. “Shit, mama. So fuckin’ good at this.”

You squeezed around his tip and hummed in appreciation, which of course, only made him whine. Moving to his cock once again, you took him into your warm mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down agonizingly slow.

Carlos tried—he really did—to keep his self control, but every ounce of it was lost to you. His hips suddenly bucked up into your mouth and made you gag, not that either of you were complaining whatsoever.

You sped up your pace now, leaving Carlos a moaning and whining mess. Moans of your name repeatedly leaving his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Hair disheveled, lips swollen and wet from the previous kissing and him biting down on them. The pleasure he was feeling in this moment was intense. He hasn’t felt like this in a while. His head was spinning and his abs were tense. He felt like a fucking teenager with how badly he needed you.

“Mama—‘M so close. Fuck, fuck,” his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged harder than he meant to, but it caused for you to moan around his cock, which sent vibrations of pleasure directly through it. “Uhng! Sh-hit…”

You moved one of your hands from his thigh to his balls and cupped them, groping them firmly, just how you know he likes it. So it was no surprise when he felt his orgasm approach way too quickly for his liking.

You lifted your mouth from him, a thick string of saliva connecting you to his tip. With a hand moving up and down his cock in fast motions and the other on his balls, you looked up to him through your lashes, wet with tears. “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum down my throat?”

“Fuck yes, mama. Gonna fuckin’ cum. Needa cum so bad. Please,” you always loved it when he begged. So how on earth could you possibly tell him no?

And he came when you resumed your actions. He released a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and groan as he came down your throat, shooting hot, white ropes of cum. You swallowed every bit that he gave you without once lifting your head. And then continued.

If he was gonna spend hours on end with his mouth on you, you were gonna spend some time with your mouth on him. Despite his overstimulated state and his whines for you to lay off.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit!”

His sounds were like music to your ears that wanted to bottle up and keep to yourself. Unlike his usual deeper voice, his voice now was higher pitched. You loved it when he got like this.

The pain mixed with the pleasure made him see literal stars. His chest was heaving and his ears were ringing, but god did he love it. “M-Mama—oh f-fuck! Can’t. Can’t.”

You squeezed his thigh assuringly, letting him know that he could get through this. Besides, you weren’t sure you quite payed back the favour yet. You could tell he was getting close again, by the way his hands were getting more and more restless and the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

And then he was cumming inside your mouth a second time. Unlike last time, you lifted off of him to swallow, deciding to give your throat a small break before you went at it again. You could definitely see why he loved to eat you out for so long.

You beamed at him, smiling sweetly and rubbing his thighs soothingly. “You did so good f’r me, my love. Such a good boy, yeah?” Your voice was hoarse and your throat burned a bit, but quite frankly, you didn’t care one bit.

He looked down at you with low lidded eyes and smiled weakly. “Yeah. ‘M good f’r you, mama. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, hon,” you manoeuvred your way up to straddle his hips again and kissed him deeply, and he moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

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