#carmy berzatto headcannon
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riding virgin!carmy bc he's overwhelmed by how good it feels 🤤🤤
time to give the people what they want 🫡
enjoyyyy <3 you dirty whores
shit
he wasn’t at all expecting their third date to go so well or so far—in fact the opposite—not once fathoming that he would have the bravery to invite her back to his place, and not expecting her to accept. he tries to unlock his door as quickly as possible while the girl kisses his neck, touching his chest, pressing her body against his. the tips of his nerves tingle, heart hammering against his ribcage at the prospect of what was to come once they were inside. he shoves the door open, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in. once they’re securely shut in, she grabs his face, smashing her lips against his, feeling a firm poke against her thigh as she presses closer to the man.
“let’s, uh,” he mutters between kisses, “go to my room?” the suggestion hardly registering in the girl’s ears, just following his lips as the two of them stumble into his bedroom. she pushes him to sit on the bed, standing in front of him and peeling her shirt off, watching as his face flushes a bit in surprise. he slowly mirrors her actions, pulling his own fabric over his head as she continues to strip, unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying them down her legs. he feels his mouth go dry at the sight of her standing before him in her underwear, eyes graciously raking over her body. she comes to straddle his lap, thighs on either side of him as she encircles his neck with her arms and leans in to capture his lips once more. he’s unsure what to do with his hands, awkwardly resting them to his sides. she lets out a soft giggle, pulling from his lips, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“you can touch me, y’know,” she teases, giving a small rock of her hips, clothed heat brushing against his bulge. he allows a humored exhale to part his lips before nervously bringing his hands to her hips, fingers splaying out over her skin. she’s incredibly soft, he thinks, flesh buttery beneath the pads of his fingertips. he feels emboldened to slide his hands a bit lower, feeling the curve of her ass, softly squeezing. she lets out an elongated breath, continuing to rock her hips against him, trailing to his jaw, neck, peppering kisses wherever she can reach. he clears his throat, trying to focus his mind on how he would break the news, deeply inhaling.
“i’ve never, um,” he hesitates, gaze darting away, “i’ve never done this before,” voice low, fingers pressing into her skin. she pauses for a moment to discern his tone, eyes roaming over his features.
“done what?” she asks, fingers coming to card through the hair growing from the nape of his neck. he finds it hard to keep eye contact, neck tight and hot at the weight of his confession. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was a bit of an insecurity for the young man—assuming most women would want someone much more experienced than he was. he doesn’t want to spell it out for her, instead giving her a poignant look. the girl catches on to his insinuation, brows raising a bit in surprise.
“you’ve never had sex?” she gently asks, genuinely shocked at the admission. he burns under her gaze, mentally chastising himself for not bringing it up sooner. he slowly nods his head, jaw tightly shifting, expecting her to get off his lap and put her clothes back on.
to carmen’s surprise, the girl lets out a small giggle and pulls him back into her lips, kiss now deeper, hungrier. it added up in her head once she thought about it—the way he would tense very slightly under her touch as if it was electrifying. him being a virgin didn’t bother her in the slightest, either. she smiles into the kiss, wondering if he’ll be sensitive, wondering if she’ll be able to watch his composure crumble beneath her, watch his handsome face contort into bliss. the implication of forever imprinting her memory into his head leaves the girl pooling into the fabric of her panties.
carmen strains against his boxers, twitching against the plushness of her clothed mound, feeling entirely too worked up from just kissing. he chases her lips slightly as she pulls away, eyes opening to find a smile growing over her features.
she stands, walking backwards a few inches away from him, and unclasps her bra. his eyes widen a bit, watching closely as the straps slide down her shoulders, garment falling to the floor to expose her bare chest. he’s unable to help the groan that tumbles from his lips, nearly cumming in his pants from the sight, trailing closely over the sight of her perked nipples. the girl then hooks her fingers into the straps of her underwear and slides them down her legs, standing in front of him in her starkness. he fumbles with the button of his jeans, shoving them around his ankles and standing to rid of them completely as the girl takes her position on the bed, head resting against his pillows. he’s nervous but eager, coming to cage her head in between his arms, kissing her sweetly, sharply inhaling when he feels her reach down to grab his cock. she pumps it a few times, then presses it against the wetness of her entrance, looking up to make eye contact with the man. his pupils are blown, face flushed as he slowly eases his length into her.
the hot tightness of her core immediately overtakes carmen as he lets out a strangled groan and dips his head into the crevice of her neck. his body feels overwhelmed with the pleasure, marveling at the new sensation, allowing his hips to sink forward. he remains completely submerged in the girl for a few moments, still, trying to gain his composure. she grows impatient at his lack of movement, rocking her hips slightly, the head of his cock rubbing against her walls. his breath stutters, eyes screwed shut, trying to connect his mind to his body to move.
“ffuuck,” he exhales, giving a small pump of his hips in an attempt to meet her rocking motion, body overcome with a white heat. it feels almost impossible to thrust—as if he’s going to lose it all too soon. the girl desperately bucks her hips again, eager to feel him pound into her, trying to pull him in deeper.
“shit,” carmy curses, “i, uh,” he feels his chest and neck grow tighter, “i feel like i can’t fuckin’ move,” he admits, exhaling a soft laugh. he feels himself visibly relax at the sweet smile that grows on her face, a small pang in his heart.
“lay down then,” she suggests, pushing herself up onto her forearms. his eyes widen a bit, pulling out of her slowly, breath straining at the loss of sensation. he uncages her from his arms, turning to lay flat on the bed as she hoists her leg over him, coming to sit on his lower stomach. she leans forward to kiss him and he groans, the slick of her arousal hot on his bare skin. their lips ferociously intertwine, tongues swirling, teeth bumping; the two surrender completely into the sensation.
the girl teaches down to grab the head of his cock, rubbing him through her slick folds then pressing him against her entrance. she pulls away from the kiss, hand coming to his firm chest to help her sit up, slowly sinking back onto the shaft she holds. her eyes remain locked with carmen’s as she watches his mouth fall open and facial expression become tense. she doesn’t stop taking him in until her hips are flush with his, the thickness of his cock soothing the dull ache in her core.
carmen feels like he’s going to pass out at the sight of the girl on top of him, erection completely engulfed in her warmth. his eyes fall over her bare stomach, the curve of her waist, intently watching as she slowly rolls her hips against him. the sheets beneath him are tightly gripped beneath his fingers, taking deep, strained breaths to try and recenter. he almost feels like he has his body under control until she plants both hands on his chests and begins riding, increasingly desperate to satisfy her own needs. his hand flies up to grab her hips, trying to slow the motion.
“fuck, baby,” he sharply exudes, “slow down a bit,” plead tumbling breathily from his lips, fingertips pressing into her with a bruising force. she rocks her hips mercilessly against his attempts to hold her in place, chasing the pleasure, gushing onto him. carmy unleashes a throaty moan, her relentlessness forcing him to approach his climax, fixated on the way her breasts bounce as she rides him. he daringly reaches up and cups the soft mounds, gently squeezing, luxuriating in the feeling of her skin.
she just moans in response as her head falls back, hand flying down to her clit, fingers circling the bundle of nerves. its a marvelous view for the former virgin, synapses firing in his brain, coming nearer and nearer to spilling into her. he arches upwards, angling his hips to better meet her rocking motion, sliding his hands down her body to grab her ass.
“yes,” she cries, grabbing at the man, “you feel amazing,” her praise genuine, igniting carmen’s shortening fuse. he grips her tightly and pulls her closer, quickly spilling his hot cum inside of her with a long, deep groan. it was unlike any orgasm he had ever given himself, legs beginning to tremble as the girl continues her rocking thrusts, a breath escaping his lips in the form of a whimper as the overstimulating sensation engulfs his body.
he watches closely as her thrusts falter and mouth falls open to release a cry, bringing herself to orgasm atop him, declaring himself religious at the holy sight. her walls clench around him as she reaches her release, falling over him and nuzzling her head into his neck as she rides out the shocks.
carmen really wasn’t expecting their date to go so well, but he holds her closely and smiles into her hair knowing it did.
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy x reader#the bear imagine#carmy berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto headcannon
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ok but on a very real and very serious note...
carmen's first valentine's day with you.
i'm going to share some thoughts, feel free to add:
carmen has always hated valentine's day since he was in elementary school. he hated the everyone make a valentine thing because people would go out of their way to be an asshole and not give him one.
he bought one of those flower-grams in middle school to give to the girl he had a crush on, and she didn't even acknowledge it and he was so embarrassed he never did it again.
carmen hates valentine's day. has always worked on every valentine's day because he would rather and he's never had a serious relationship.
until this year with you.
it's new-ish. one of the bigger milestones. and he's torn. does he do something? does he not?
"are you out of your mind? yes, carmen, you do something on valentine's day." sugar scoffs like it's obvious.
"yeah... you should definitely do something." sydney adds.
but what? what does one do? carmen's not sure.
"just take her somewhere nice. get her some flowers, a little somethin'- not too much, though, alright? you gotta be able to top it, so don't hit your peak. just somethin' small." richie tells him.
so carmen makes some calls, gets reservations, asks you out- you agree, of course, and for once, carmen berzatto has valentine's day plans.
he buys you a tiffany necklace, which makes both sugar and richie a little confused.
"i said small, cousin."
"no, it is. it is. it's just, it's just like a normal one. no diamonds." carmen is now very nervous because, fuck, he thought it was a good gift!!! "the sales lady said it would be perfect. that-that she'd like it."
"she's not wrong." sugar shrugs. "she will like it, it's just... y'know."
"it's a lot? fuck, it's a lot."
"she'll like it, carmen." sugar tries to stop his spiral. "promise, she'll like it."
and you do. you love it, squeal and gasp over it, give carmen the biggest hug and kiss in the restaurant. he's blushing under the low light in the booth.
"i feel... i got you something, but-but it's not like this..." you're a little embarrassed and suddenly carmen's heart is racing because he didn't even think about you getting him something??? now he looks like a jagoff trying to show off.
"you didn't- you really didn't have to get me anything."
"no, but i wanted to." you smile, reaching for your own little bag. "it's just... it's not a lot. not like this."
and to carmen, it's better. a little 'emergency kit', you'd called it. first aid, deodorant, note pads, a little pocket agenda, sharpies- so many sharpies. carmen had been complaining about always forgetting things in the office, so consumed with the kitchen, and you'd listened. you'd heard him, and remembered it, and put this together for him. in a cutesy little tackle box, decorated with fruit and vegetable stickers he found adorable.
"wow," carmen is swallowing back tears. "this is..."
"i'm sorry." you cringe. "i didn't- i should've got you a real gift-"
"-what? no, no this is." carmen nods, looking up at you. "you remembered."
you blink at him. "well, yeah. you said you were always forgetting and-and i figured it would be useful-"
"-it is. it's... thank you." carmen beams, the wave of emotions that hit him startle him a little, make him a little unsure. "thank you for this." then he's leaning in to kiss you, cradling your jaw in the dark lit restaurant.
as you're sharing your meal, pressed side by side, giggling and whispering to each other sweetly, a wave of clarity washes over carmen. he kinda gets the hype around valentine's day, for once.
#thebearer#bearblahs#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#the bear#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto fluff#camren berzatto hcs#carmen berzatto headcannons#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmy smut#carmen berzatto blurb#carmy fluff#carmy berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto x reader smut#carmen berzatto x you#richie jerimovich#sugar berzatto#natalie berzatto#sydney amadu#carmen berzatto x fem!reader#carmen berzatto x female!reader
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carmen berzatto hcs
✮⋆˙ warnings : language
✮⋆˙ readers gender is female :3
✮⋆˙ a.n : this is my first post so pls go easy on me, just some headcannons + little lines i think he would say if you two were dating
✮⋆˙ enjoy loves !! <33333
✩ only drinks black coffee , saw what your order was one time and almost had a heart attack
✩“you’re just drinking caramel…why?”
✩ loves going thrifting with you, you helped him find vintage jeans one time and he almost fell in love with you then and there
✩ the eye contact ??? mans will hold eye contact with you for minutes and not understand why you’re getting flustered over it
✩bonus : he was taught to always keep eye contact with those he respected and doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t respect you
✩ loves when you try his food, you genuinely just love to eat and won’t pick out random bullshit to criticize abt his food
✩ “can you try this for me ?”
✩ hates when you call him chef after dating, will let you be the only one to call him “carmy” in the kitchen (besides richie), loves when you call him "carm"
✩ using any pet names will land you in his office for a make out session, you called him “baby” one time by habit and spent the next hour on his desk making out until tina had to collect you two
✩ “can you make a shopping list for me ?”
✩ will gladly teach you and specifically asks you before he cooks if you want to watch him and will explain every little step and smiles at your blatant confusion on what “blanching” is
✩ he stopped smoking specifically for you, you two kissed one time and you slightly cringed at the taste and he immediately went out and bought nicotine patches along with gum and rolled his eyes at richie comments
✩ will not let ANYONE comment on you, will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of someone for a slick comment on your presence
✩ “i don’t give a fuck what they think of you, my love. you’re my girlfriend and that's all that matters”
✩ “i could make that for you”
✩ never thought about starting a family until he met you, you helped him with a kid’s party gig and he saw how easily you handled the kids (“little shits” as richie called them) and he knew then and there you would be the perfect mother
✩ you cut yourself one time during prep and he immediately ran over to check on you once he heard your little wince.
✩ “idc if its little, i need to make sure you're okay”
✩ loves the smell of your perfume and keeps going out to buy that specific one whenever he wants to get you a gift.
✩ secretly loves physical contact; you wrapped your arms around him while he cooked one time and now he can’t cook without you touching him in some way
✩ only cries around you, hearing you tell him that it’s going to be alright makes him melt every time
✩ you told him once that you could bartend/worked as a foh a year ago and immediately put you on the staff (couldn’t care what anyone had to say about it)
✩ loves hugging you, there's something about how soft your skin is that he can’t help but just embrace you the second he sees you
✩ rarely uses your real name, stopped using it the day after you two began dating
✩ “baby i can do the dishes tonight”
#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto headcannons#carmen berzatto blurb#the bear#fatesmono
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Masterlist
Coryolanus Snow
oneshots
WAYS TO DESTRESS
WAYS TO COME UNDONE
THE MENTOR
Han Lue
oneshots
han lue x racer!reader
headcannons
han lue x waitress!reader pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3
han lue x agent! reader
Netflix’s One Piece
oneshots
zoro x reader x sanji
TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD
SWEET TREAT
mihawk x reader
WELCOME HOME
buggy the clown x reader
WASH YOUR WORRIES AWAY
Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto
oneshots
THE BEAR AND THE BEEHIVE
#masterlist#fanfiction#han lue#fast and furious fanfiction#han lue fanfiction#oneshot#headcanon#opla mihawk#opla fanfiction#opla zoro x reader#opla smut#opla sanji#opla zoro#opla sanji x reader#opla mihawk x reader
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more carmy and gf headcanons ❤️
𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, carmen berzatto headcannons
⊹ ࣪ ˖ carmen tried his best not to smoke around his girl but when he does, he would always turn his head down and away from her so the smoke wouldn't get in her face
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would touch up his girl's appearance in the most subtle ways because he knows how much pride she takes in herself
like imagine him just them hanging out with some of their friends and carmy gently smoothing out the back of her hair because he noticed it start to get frizzy
or shes talking to him and he wipes some stray lipstick off of the corner of her mouth with his thumb without saying a word
she doesn't even question what he's doing, she just continues as if it's second nature
⊹ ࣪ ˖ obsessed with holding her lower back and belt loops of her pants
⊹ ࣪ ˖ also obsessed with tapping the bottom of her chin with the side of his knuckle
⊹ ࣪ ˖ so so so big on words of affirmation. he has such a hard time feeling appreciated by others in his life, but hearing his gf praise him or remind him that she's there is enough to make his eyes all watery
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he's a gentleman. always holding doors open, cutting his gf's food, helping her open jars, carrying her bags, refusing to let her touch her wallet in front of him
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ya heard how he speaks in the kitchen?? yeah, he doesn't do none of that around his girl. with her he's so soft spoken and almost shy, yet he still manages to sound so masculine at the same time. his gf is obsessed with how he speaks to her
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he's a sucker for kisses. like he feels like he could kiss her for hours
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he always makes sure to tell his gf that she looks nice or that she smells good or that he likes her outfit and shit like that. he loves seeing the pretty smile that appears on her face afterwards so then he could say, "and i love that smile," before gently pecking her lips
© 𝐥𝐱𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐬𝐬
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K’s Reading List — JULY
Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.
July was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!
As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!
@cillmequick
Strike A Pose - Cillian Murphy x Reader short
The Shirt - Mrs. M from The Lockdown Sessions tells all (sorta reader/sorta OC)
The Dress, pt. 1 - Cillian Murphy x Reader (from on-going series The Lockdown Sessions)
@gypsy-girl-08
Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Dangerously In Love - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (completed series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
A Small Mishap - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@anotherblinder
Respite - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Talk - Tommy Shelby x Reader , hints at Alfie Solomons x Reader (from an on-going series)
@zablife
Mr. and Mrs. Shelby’s Private Correspondence - letters between Tommy Shelby and an OC (in collaboration with @look-at-the-soul )
Chocolate Chip Pancakes - Carmen Berzatto (from The Bear)
Obey - Tatiana Petrovna x OC — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Windflowers - Tommy Shelby x OC
@call-sign-shark
Under The Willow Tree - letters between Alfie Solomons and an OC (in collaboration with @raincoffeeandfandoms )
“You Are My Heaven On Earth” - May Carleton x OC
After the Storm, the Sun - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@raincoffeeandfandoms
Birdies - letters between John Shelby and an OC (in collaboration with @zablife )
Alfie taking care of s/o headcannons - Alfie Solomons x Reader — check tags for potential warnings!
Unforgettable - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Crimes - Tommy Shelby/Alfie Solomons blurb
No (yes) - Tommy Shelby & Ruby Shelby
Uncle Alfie - Alfie Solomons & Ruby Shelby
@look-at-the-soul
The way to a man’s heart - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 NSFW themes!
@dearshelby
Disencounter - Arthur Shelby x Reader
@forgottenpeakywriter
Happiness Poem - Tommy Shelby
@inthepeakymidwinter
Bon Voyage - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@writeroutoftime
Carmen Berzatto x Reader Blurb (from The Bear)
@peakyltd
Reflection - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Anything For You - Arthur Shelby x Reader
@shelbydelrey
Mr. Shelby and Jay Gatsby - letters between Tommy Shelby and an OC (in collaboration with @there-goes-thefighter )
@bi-bard
I Saw The End, It Looks Just Like The Middle - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@evita-shelby
The Gala - Tommy Shelby x OC — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@everythingelseisextra
Those Nights - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Poetic Justice - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@teenwolf-theoriginals
Carmy Blurb - Carmen Berzatto x Reader (from The Bear)
@emotionalcadaver
In The Heart of War - Henry Wilson (Shivering Soldier from Dunkirk) x OC (completely series)
@cljordan-imperium
Arthur & Kate (Art & Kay) — letters between Arthur Shelby and an OC (in collaberation with me)
@writers-hes
Protection - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — make sure to read warnings!
@holacia3
Tommy Shelby blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@peakyblindersforlife
Don’t Leave - Tommy Shelby x OC
@blushykiss
Feisty - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
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i feel like carmy would go feral if you wore anything that marked you as his in a way. a necklace with his initial, a tattoo of his name, etc. it would be so hot to him and turn him on to no end
ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD strap in because i have a few thoughts about this one
it starts with him biting and sucking your neck a little hard, enough to leave a purple mark the next morning. when he noticed it he felt an surge run through him, reminiscent of pride; a possessiveness, almost as if he had marked you as his. after that, he couldn’t stop, trying to make sure there’s always a bruise from his lips somewhere on your body.
one day he came up to you dressing in front of the mirror, eyes scanning over you. he had made an offhand comment about how quickly your skin heals, examining your neck and chest, almost sounding slightly disappointed. his tone had let it slip to you that he had been intentionally bruising you for others to see, which wasn’t something you were entirely opposed to.
this prompted you to go to a jewelry store nearby and find a necklace with a gold charm of a dainty letter c. you didn’t say anything, just put it on and waited until he noticed.
when he pushed your shirt up over your head that night, his breath audibly hitched, gaze falling over the new jewelry, finger coming up to lightly trace it. a smile grew on his face, eyes darting up to yours. “what’s this?” he asks, brows raised in surprise. you don’t respond, just keep his eye contact and smirk a bit. carmy leans forward, hungrily crashing his lips to yours, hands grabbing, fire ignited within him at the small gesture.
he was fascinated at how seeing such simple things like hickeys or necklaces with his initial on you electrified him from the inside out; knowing that if he wasn’t with you others would surely know you belonged to someone.
the final straw was almost two years into dating, when you had come home from a night out with a big grin on your face, announcing that you had a surprise for him. you’d been drinking a bit that night, and finally had the courage to commit to something you’d been thinking of for a while. you stand in front of the curious man, slowly taking your shirt off. he sits back, smile growing on his face at the direction this surprise was going in. his eyes quickly fall over the shiny protective patch on your ribcage, eyebrows furrowing a bit, leaning forward to examine. on your skin, slightly raised, were small cursive letters that spelled out his name.
his gaze darts up to yours, eyes widened, seeing the grin on your face. “do you like it?” you ask, head tilting a bit. he feels as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs, blood immediately rushing through his body to his nether regions. he stares at it so intensely you almost think he doesn’t like it, until he mutters out a breathy “fuck,” bringing his hands to either side of your hips, pulling you on top of him. you straddle his legs, staring into his blown pupils, him rubbing circles into your hipbone.
“you got that just for me?” he asks, almost in disbelief, voice low, inching in closer to your face. you nod, entranced by the smell of his deodorant, the slight smokiness lingering on his lips.
“just for you,” you whisper, teasing the your lips against the side of his mouth, softly kissing. his grip on you tightens, pulling your hips forward, rubbing your clothed core against the strain of his jeans.
he fucked you HARD that night
“who you belong to?” snapping his hips against your ass, pressing you into the mattress by the arch of your back, hand splaying out wide over the flesh of your skin. your moans ring melodious to his ears, shifting his thrusts upwards to hit that sweet spot that undoes you every time.
you let out a cry, “you, carmy,” hands gripping the sheets beneath you, breasts rubbing against the fabric and heightening the sensation of your oncoming orgasm, “i belong to you.”
he grabs either side of your waist, careful not to brush over the new tattoo, smirking at your tone of voice. “yeah, you fuckin’ do,” rhythm of his thrusts accentuating his assertion, roughly biting down on his lip to prevent moans harmonious to yours from spilling out.
it’s later, after he spills into you and cleans the both of you up, when he props up on his elbow, now examining his surprise in finer detail. he graciously traces his eyes over the cursive lettering that wraps over the skin of your lower ribs, astounded that someone like you felt so strongly about him as to imprint a piece of him on your body forever.
“so you really like it?” you curiously ask, watching as he admires the ink, hand coming to graze the skin beneath the clear protective layer. he meets your eyes, leaning in, deeply pressing his lips on yours.
“i fuckin’ love it,” he asserts, peppering kisses over the corner of your mouth to your cheek, pulling you in closer. you smile at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leans in towards your ear. “i think you’re gonna get a surprise soon, too,” he whispers, grin growing on his face.
i like the lettering of this one teehee ^
where on his body do y’all think carmy would get a name tattoo🤭
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy x reader#the bear imagine#carmy berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto headcannon
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Recs
Carmy Berzatto
- Loverboy
- Virgin!Carmy
Tommy Shelby
- A ride home
- Sentiment
- Rapture
- Sunshine
- All Yours
- The Book Thief
- Headcannons
- Bar Counter
- An Ode to Ruination
- A night with a Shelby
- Pen Pals
- Wedding Night
- On your knees
Miguel O’hara
- Different positions
- Pregnant
- Boyfriend!Miguel
- Office
- Morning Wood
- Honey Sweet
- Artist
- Thigh
- Apotheosis
- Beauty Behind the Madness
- Brothers Best Friend
- First Time
Loki Laufeyson
- Shower me with love
- Bewitched
- Filthy Little Books
James Potter
- Pussy
Six of Crows
- Little Crow
Eddie Munson
- Needy
- One last time
- Halloween Party
- Eddie headcannons
Kaz Brekker
- Betrayed
- So Good
- Touch
- All Around Me
- Movement
Steve Harrington
- Thighs & Tits
- Migraines
- Want you to stay
- Flirty
- All I want, you’re all I want
Joel Miller
- Sucking balls
- Cockwarming
Killian Jones
- Sex w/Killian
Namor
- Take me into your arms, Siren's call
Pedro Pascal
- Cherry Cola
Bjorn Ironside
- Bjorn Ironside falling first
- Happy Birthday, Bear
- Christian Girl
- Sofite
- I've always loved you
- Servant Girl
Obi Wan
- Ootman (Chapter 6)
- Obi Wan Thots
Roman Reign
- iii Suit & Tie
Oberyn Martell
- Body Worship & Dirty Talk
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i bet carmy has the dirtiest mouth when youre sucking his dick. he cannot keep his mouth shut. its just absolutely filthy and almost a little condescending but mixed with praise and its the hottest thing in the world
UGH you know he says the nastiest stuff fr especially when he’s really into it
idk why the thought of him sounding all condescending gets me going LOL
a hot wave of pleasure washes over him as she lowers her mouth back onto him. the muscles of his abdomen flex, covered in a light sheen of sweat, gripping the girl’s hair, pulling it out of the way for her ease of access.
“fuck,” he utters, shifting his hips forward for her to further accommodate him, “you know you look so pretty like this?”
her eyes come to meet his, mouth engulfed over the length of his shaft, gagging herself slightly before pulling off of him. her face and body feel hot, trying to brush off his comment, arousal spreading between her thighs. she gives a wet kiss to his tip with swollen lips then sinks her mouth back onto him.
“that’s it, baby,” he encourages on her way down, “good fuckin’ girl,” voice a growl, pushing her down to take him slightly deeper. she quickly brings her free hand down between her legs, slowly circling the bundle of nerves—between the tone of his voice and the sounds he was making she had found it increasingly difficult to continue without trying to satisfy the intense tingling throughout her body. carmy follows her hand, low rumble of a groan slipping from his lips.
“jesus christ,” he mumbles, feeling her jaw slightly relax around him, watching her pleasure herself. “can’t wait for me to touch ‘ya?” he asks, teeth grit, “hm?” tugging on her hair. she lets out a small wine around his thickness, the slow movement of her fingers continuing, burning under the heat of his gaze. a knot expands in her stomach, other hand gripping onto carmen’s thigh tightly, trying to physically hold on as she swirls her tongue around him.
“you better not make yourself cum,” he threatens, eyes trained on the girl. she feels a quiver jolt through her body, saliva pooling down his cock to his pubic hair, the emitting sounds increasingly obscene. she opens her mouth wide, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, now panting and red-faced from the sensation on her clit, arousal further heightened knowing she was coming up on an orgasm she wasn’t supposed to be. her fingers slip through the wetness of her folds, bucking against her hand, amazed at the sensitivity. she feels a yank to her hair, head tugged back, eyes on carmen’s.
“what i just say?” he questions with a furrow of his brow, jaw set tightly in place. she continues stroking him with her slicked up hand, squeezing.
“i can’t help it,” she whimpers, fingers still circling, “it feels so good, carm,” hearing a throaty grunt rip through the man at her disobedient desperation. her panting cries increase in amplitude, leaning forward and forcing her mouth back down onto him. every nerve electrified, heart pounding in ears.
“that all it take for you to get off?” he asks lowly, “touchin’ yourself while you suck me? so fuckin’ easy,” watching closely as she bobs her head, mouth too full to give anything else than a whine in response. carmy feels himself tumbling towards the edge, hips thrusting up into her mouth, feeling her throat constrict around him. the pace of her fingers accelerate, eyes brimming with tears, body beginning to shake as her orgasm tears through her, sinking down as deeply onto him as she could physically take. his words and tone reverberate through her ears as she falls slightly limp, hand coming to his thigh, allowing the man to use her mouth as he pleases.
“yes,” he strains, fucking into her throat, grabbing as much of her as he can reach. his climax unexpectedly crashes against him in a white hot wave, every muscle in his body tense, shooting his cum into her mouth. his eyes are fixed on her as she graciously accepts his load, swallowing, a glimmer in her eyes.
“you like that, don’t you?” he mutters in a gravelly tone, hand coming to stroke the side of her face, “so good for me, baby,”
she pulls off of his length, eagerly cleaning him off with her tongue, pressing a long kiss to the sensitive head, locking eyes with the man.
“my turn,” a small grin on her face.
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carmen pays for his s/o to get their nails done because he's obsessed with how they look wrapped around his cock send tweet
i LOVE this + idea of carmy liking a “dolled up”appearance.
honestly i feel like he’s a man who appreciates a good classic french acrylic
it wasn’t even something that was on his radar until she had gotten her nails done— watched as she slid his boxers down, wrapping a manicured hand around the thickness of his cock. he experiences tunnel vision, watching the dainty hand begin to stroke him, the girl leaning forward to spit onto his throbbing tip.
now, it was the only thing he could notice; the feeling of her absentmindedly tracing them over his arm, the feeling as she ran her fingers through his hair. when she would trace her hands down her body his eyes would follow the polished point, watching if she would softly scratch the surface of her skin.
he approached her one day as she was in the kitchen, tidying up the counter space, hand coming to her lower back, stopping her with a deep kiss. he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a 50 and a few 20s, wordlessly handing them to her. she raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to explain.
“you’re gettin’ your nails done again today, yeah?” he asks, wallet going back into his pocket. she nods, smiling, arms coming to wrap around the back of his neck.
“get ‘em done how i like,” he says in a low tone, hand slipping under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back.
“yes, sir,” she teases, grinning, pocketing the cash.
when he sees her later that night she flaunts her fresh manicure, his eyes scanning, admiring the nails. he falls on a small letter c painted onto her left ring finger and grins.
she never paid for her own nails after that.
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thinking abt carmen asking reader to be rough w him bc he thinks he deserves it but instead shes so gentle w him and praises him and hes fkn seeing stars and so turned on
oh this is sexy.
she’s riding him on the couch, bucking her hips back and forth, hand pressing on his chest. he’s dizzy with lust— it feels incredible, but something within him wants to refrain from releasing himself completely, almost guilty at how good the sensation is.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, “can you…” he closes his eyes, “can you hit me?” a plead for her to relieve him of some of the pleasure. her brows furrow, slightly, slowing the roll of her hips, deeply taking him into her.
“i can’t,” she breathes, hands coming to his shoulders, putting her forehead on his, “you’re so good,” she moans, “so so good.”
he grips her thighs, throwing his head back against the couch with a strangled groan, her sweet words doing something inexplicable to his body. he had only ever had roughness, condescension— it’s what he thought he liked; the softness sends an unexpected jolt throughout his body.
she watches his face relax at her praise, smoothing her hand over his cheek, rocking her hips a bit faster, sounds from her mouth building in intensity. he begins pull her into him, matching her thrusts
“yes!” she cries, “you feel fucking incredible, carm.”
he lets out a strained breath, tightly shutting his eyes, feeling as if he’s going to cum, trying to let her words roll off him.
but they don’t. they stick, reverberate in his ears. he snaps his eyes open, watching her face twist in pleasure, a white heat burning within him, any sense of guilt melting away.
“please cum in me,” she begs him, coming forward to kiss him. he does at her plead, almost right away, loudly moaning into her mouth.
even when she pulls away and gets off of him, his body tingles, head buzzing with endorphins.
he could get used to this, he thinks.
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imagine jerking carmy off and making him say nice things abt himself in order to cum
oh lordy (southernly, fanning myself)
her hand slowly slides up the length of his throbbing cock, gripping his head, slickness of her spit allowing her to glide over the skin with ease. he heavily exhales, watching her jerk him off, his skin flushed and coated in a sheen of dew. her pace is torturously slow, holding him at the edge of his orgasm for what felt like ages.
“c’mon, baby,” he pleads, furrowed brows creating indentations in his forehead, “don’t do this.”
she lets a grin creep at the corners of her mouth, flicking her wrist over the sensitive flesh. “it’s so easy, carm,” she coerces him, “just say it,” pressing a kiss to his flexed abdomen, “ ‘n i’ll let you cum.”
he snaps his eyes tightly shut, strangled moan escaping his lips, trying to lean into her touch as she lightens the pressure around him. he knew what she wanted him to say—it had all started when she had heard him frustrated, cursing himself in the kitchen earlier that day, calling himself an idiot and muttering other various hurtful things—she wouldn’t stand for it, informing him that if he couldn’t say three nice things about himself he would be denied climax that night. he didn’t believe her, almost thinking it was a joke until she had approached him later, beginning to kiss him and rub up against him, riling the man up, igniting his desire. it was during her handjob, nearing his finish when she reminded him of the set terms from earlier, rendering him a bit shocked.
carmen felt meek under her gaze, embarrassed by what she wanted him to do. what would he even say? he feels too proud to succumb to her demand, gritting his teeth and continuing to endure her teasing sensations, refusing to look at her.
she pulls her hand away from him, watching his face fall at the loss of her touch. she marvels at his nudity, the v-line of his hips, ridges adorning his torso, tracing her eyes up his collarbones and plump lips to his curly hair falling wildly across his face—almost reminiscent of a greek sculpture.
the girl leans forward, licking a long flat stripe up the side of his cock, reveling in the sound of his groan. she continues to slowly lick him base to tip, watching as carmy becomes increasingly desperate for her hands back on him, the gentle sensation of her tongue almost enough to release him but not quite. she feels him buck his hips forward, hand coming to grip the muscle of his thigh, trying her best to hold his large frame in place.
“fuck,” carmen loudly grunts, jaw tightening, “you really gonna make me do this?” his voice strained, watching as the girl nods her head with an innocent smile on her face. she brings her soft hand back to grab his heavy cock, giving it a slow stroke as encouragement to continue.
the man takes a shaky breath, each prickle throughout his body heightened tenfold with the amount of tension the girl had pent up inside of him. he lets out a scoff, feeling stupid for having to do this.
“i, uh,” he hesitates, racking his brain for something nice he truly meant about himself, clearing his throat. “i’m a good cook,” he mutters, tensed, face flushing slightly. she grins, continuing her slow, firm strokes, spitting onto his swollen head to ease her movement.
“yes,” she agrees, “you are,” her free hand coming to softly caress his scrotum, now increasing the speed of her strokes. his eyes close, mouth falling open, clenching then relaxing his fists, basking in the warmth of her hand. “what else?” she asks, leaning in to press a kiss to his pink tip.
he lets out a sharp exhale at the reminder of having two more things to list. “shit, uh,” his face twists, finding it hard to keep focused with the feeling of her hand moving down, then up, stroking the tip, then down again. “i’m-” carmen hesitates, feeling a hot wave wash over him, “i’m, uh….handsome,” embarrassed that the only thing that could come to mind was the daily assertion she made to him.
she smiles, slightly surprised at his admittance, increasing the intensity of her strokes. “you’re so fucking handsome,” she purrs, taking the tip of him into her mouth to reward him for his words, hand continuing her pace around the base of his length. he releases a moan, low and drawn out, not sure how much longer he’ll be able to endure the feeling of her mouth without spilling into it, trying to focus on the wall behind her instead of her warmth. she pulls off and kisses his engorged tip once more, feeling it twitch beneath her lips.
“you’re doing so well, carm,” she whispers into his skin, “just one more.” her hand now moves with incredible ease, slickness from her mouth sticky between her fingers and his flesh.
he tightens his jaw, fixating on her face, neck, chest, hands stroking him tortuously, fighting to keep himself from climax. her praise sends tingles through his body, desperately racking his brain for one more thing to say about himself.
“i’m- fuck,” he groans, bucking into her hand, “i’m a good boyfriend,” he releases, tone almost a question, not sure what else to compliment if it doesn’t include her. she seems satisfied by his answer though, grinning up at him, watching him unravel.
“you really, really are,” she presses a kiss to the divot in his hip, pace of her hand now relentlessly stroking his length. she brings her hand up, swirling around his head, meeting his gaze. “you can cum now, carmy,” she purrs, gripping the base of his cock tightly, unmoving.
her verbal cue snaps the string holding him together, unleashing his white ropes without anymore movement from her hand, cock viscously twitching against her grip. his hot cum pools over her steady fist, carmen’s eyes screwed tightly shut, face, chest flushed and heaving, groans viscously pouring from his lips, a low rumble in his throat. her hand remains still until he’s able to shoot his last few spurts, panting, trying to thrust into her hand to ride out his orgasm. his body un tenses when she removes her touch, standing and leaning in to kiss the blissed out man. he lazily sinks into her lips, feeling as if he could melt into the girl, trying to catch his breath while simultaneously returning her kiss.
she pulls away, bringing her hands to either side of his face. “so so good,” she praises, feeling him relax further under her.
ugh i live for switch carmy this was hotter to write than i expected
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could you write about carmy having a size kink??? like before him and reader actually fuck he's obsessed w how much bigger his hands are than readers and then reader says something abt his dick being big and if might not fir and he just loses it
why am i fking frothing over this prompt i love size kink
i imagine reader as a new girlfriend, & carm invites her to family one night as they begin dating.
he’s absentmindedly tracing over her fingers as he holds her hand, hearing as she giggled to the punchline of whatever story richie was telling. carmy’s gaze travels down to her hand resting on his. he flips his palm over, their hands flat against each other, comparing the sizes. her hand seems tiny in his, the man marveling at the difference, completely checked out of the conversation. he spreads his fingers, watching hers grow smaller, catching her attention. she looks over to him, then down to their touching hands, her fingers clasping around his.
“your hands are so big,” she observes quietly, feeling as the man lets out a slow deep exhale. he felt inflated, almost, letting a small grin tease lips.
“you think so?” he asks, letting go of her hand and grabbing onto her thigh, softly rubbing the skin with his thumb. her breath slightly hitches at the contact, meeting his eyes, whispering a “yeah” in response.
he leans in to whisper in her ear, inviting her back to his apartment for the night—the breaking point—when they get there it’s all tongue and lips and teeth, pulling and grabbing each other until they can’t get closer.
he undresses the girl, hovering over her laying form, removing her shirt as if he’s unwrapping a present for himself. his hands span the skin of her hips, waist, ribs, coming to the supple curve of her breasts. she’s small under him, pupils blown with lust, closely watching his every move.
he leans back, removing his boxer briefs, freeing his cock from confinement, gleefully watching as her eyes widen. he grabs her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed, laying the length of his erection along her stomach. she hesitantly eyes it, looking up to meet his gaze
“carm,” she whispers, “i don’t think it’s gonna fit,” a restless fluttering in her stomach.
“fuck,” he groans, a hot surge rushing through him at her words. he slaps his cock against her stomach. “you wanna try, baby?”
she eagerly nods, biting down on her lip as she feels him press his firm head against her entrance. he pushes forward with no avail, finding a strong resistance past the first inch of his tip. she lets out a breath, further spreading her legs open.
he grabs the base of his length to give it a second try, pushing forward, only finding her warmth coat his head. she lets out a whimper. he pulls out, placing a light smack on her thigh.
“ ‘m gonna have to stretch you out a little first,” he tells her with a low voice, “you’re too tight,” a small grin on his face, watching her needy facial expressions.
“hurry,” she whines, “please,” scooting forward.
he spits onto his fingers, pulling her closer.
pt 2
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part 2 to size kink carmy i beg
YES anything for you my sweet val
her mouth falls open in a gasp as he submerges the second finger within her, gripping the bed sheets beneath them. he curls the two fingers deeply, feeling the hot constriction around his digits, the slickness of her arousal easing the movements as she becomes more accustomed to the stretch.
“takin’ me so well,” he praises, other hand coming to spread her leg further open, his fingers pumping in and out of her. she covers her mouth as to help control the sounds pouring out, the pressure of the insertion sending her body through alternating waves of tightness and relaxation. she pushes herself up onto her forearms, and he wants to try to fit a third finger in when she interrupts his train of thought.
“put it in,” the girl demands, flushed down to her chest and face twisted in pleasure. he feels a jolt run through him at the desperate plea of her voice.
“yeah?” he asks, fingers continuing to move, “you think it’s gonna fit better now?” he asks with a growing smile on his face, gaze locked on hers. she nods her head, eyes screwing shut at the heightened pace he dips his fingers into her. carmen pulls out of her with a final few deep curls, watching as her head falls back, whining at the loss of sensation.
she further opens her legs for the man, wetness dripping down the curve of her ass. his eyes roam down her body, grabbing his cock, slowly stroking it a few times, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. she shifts, warmth pooling between her thighs at the erotic sight,
carmen hooks his arm around her leg, pulling her close, pressing his thick head against her wet opening. he finds resistance, but noticeably less than before stretching her with his fingers. she quickly grasps onto his bicep, breaths increasing in intensity as he pushes the head of his cock into her.
his hands come to her waist, holding her in place, noticing how small she seems under him. he clenches his teeth, letting out a strangled noise as he slowly sinks deeper into her, now about halfway in.
“jesus christ,” he breathes, head falling forwards, overwhelmed by the hot tightness. she presses a hand to his chest to still him, strained cry pouring from her lips.
“don’t move,” she pleads, brows furrowed, panting, clenching around his length. he lets out a soft laugh, tightly gripping her.
“what, baby?” he asks, raking his gaze over her features, “can’t take anymore?” tone sweet, condescending. she’s quick to shake her head, eyes snapping open to meet his, grabbing his arm.
“i can take it,” she assures him, adjusting slightly. the girl brings two fingers up to her mouth, licks them, then presses them to her clit, lightly circling the bud. she flushes under his unwavering gaze, slightly embarrassed, but continues nonetheless, beginning to relax from the sensation.
it’s probably one of the hottest things he’s seen, he thinks, as she gently pleasures herself, sweet moans slipping from her lips. he feels a small give in the resistance of her walls so he decides to push forward, completely, snapping his hips to be flush against hers. she unleashes a loud cry, head falling back onto the bed, so full of him it’s almost hard to breathe. carmy releases a groan, adjusting to the tight squeeze, closely trained on watching the girl’s mouth fall open, her desperate sounds viscerally affecting the man.
he goes to pull back and begin to thrust when her hand flies to his hip in an attempt to ease the movement.
“carm, it’s so big,” she cries, walls stretched to accommodate the thick member, “so, so big,” babbling as he begins to fuck her, slowly drawing in and out of the constriction. he watches her lose her composure as the head of his dick drags against her walls.
“that feel good?” he asks the girl before deeply submerging himself in her, “doin’ a great job of taking me,” smile on his face. she feels a flutter at the praise, releasing a moan, hiking her leg up higher and arching into his thrust.
“yes!” she cries, clenching around his thickness, hands grasping whatever they can of him. he puts his hand over her stomach where he can see a slight bulge from the insertion of his cock.
“you’re so fuckin’ tiny,” he grits between clenched teeth, marveling at the heat within her, thrusts increasing in pace, chasing his oncoming peak. tears brim at her eyes, stretched to the brim and completely full, holding onto carmen as if he’s a lifeline.
“cum in me,” she pleads, almost unable to take any more. he groans at the request, snapping his hips against hers, skin sheen in a layer of sweat. a small smack lands on her thigh.
“you want me to cum?” he asks, relentlessly driving into her, “we’re just getting started, baby,” smirk growing on his face. he pulls out of her and forcefully flips her around, pulling her to her knees, ass up facing him. she whimpers at the notion, gripping onto the sheets and preparing to take more of him.
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thinking about carmy bending me over his lap and spanking me for being a tease
teehee 🤭 fwb reader as a host at the bear
“i’m not doing anything,” she crosses her arms, coy smile playing on her lips.
“bullshit,” he challenges, shutting the office door “what’s—” he sighs, brows creasing, “-what’s with that outfit?” gesturing to the questionable mini skirt she showed up in.
“what’s wrong with it?” she presses, “you said yesterday we could dress for the heat.”
carmy runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, raking his eyes over her bare legs. she was right, he did say that. he didn’t anticipate, however, how jealous he would feel watching her sweet talk the male customers while sauntering around in a piece of denim that hardly covered her ass.
“you even know how people are lookin’ at you out there? guys?” he asks, jaw tightening. she just rolls her eyes at this, brushing him off.
“no one’s looking at me, chef,” she annunciates the last part, stepping closer, “except you, maybe,” tilting her head to the side. she watches his face grow stern, hoping to further rile him up. he’s silent for a moment, studying her expression, seeing her pupils expand.
“that’s why you wore it, right?” he challenges, further closing the distance between them, examining the way her smirk drops a bit, pout on her face replacing it.
“no,” she curtly responds, refusing to take a step back, her face inches from carmy’s, his breath hot against her lips.
“don’t lie,” he chides lowly, hand coming to rest on her hip, pulling her in. her lips almost touch his, the heat of the small office rapidly increasing. she badly wants to give in and admit her intentions, knowing he would lean in to press his mouth against hers in reward. she retains her resolve, though, eyes flickering towards his plump lips.
“i’m not lying,” she mutters, hazed by the warmth radiating from the man in front of her, hazed by the clean sharpness of his deodorant. it takes all of her strength, but she turns away, distancing herself from him.
“better not be,” he warns, eyes drifting down her form. he knew he shouldn’t be talking to her this way while they were at work, yet he found himself undeniably affected by her presence, trying to bottle it away for later, pants noticeably tighter than earlier. he runs his hand through his hair.
“go back to the front,” carmy directs. the sternness of his voice leaves a prickle over the girl’s skin, meeting his eyes once more, casting over the set firmness of his jaw. she knew what that look meant— the “i’ll deal with you later” glare, his lowered intonation. it did nothing but encourage the girl, wondering how far she’d be able to get under his skin tonight.
“yes, chef,” she breathes out softly, glancing to his lips, then meeting his gaze again. he doesn’t miss the way she bends to his authority, heart pounding in his ears. how much time was left until close? he wonders if anyone would interrupt them if he grabbed her and bent her over the desk, or fucked the attitude out of her. his line of sight follows her as she turns to the door, letting herself out.
she couldn’t deny the heat his words had sent to her core—trying to steady her breath, bringing her hands to her warm cheeks to try and cool them as she makes her way back to the front of house. the girl found that his threatening demeanor inflicted a reaction the opposite of what he had probably intended, instead now plotting her next advance. she glances back through the expo window, watching carmen resume his rounds, barking orders as if he were on edge.
the dinner rush progresses smoothly through the night as the staff diligently works to accommodate the guests, although the influx of customers leaves the front of house short of a few items as the closing hour approaches. the young host makes her way back to the supply closet to grab a few necessities, flicking on the light to dimly illuminate the small space. she spots the bin of spare glassware she needed perched on the very top shelf, inwardly cursing and checking the vicinity for a step stool. she scoffs, finding nothing in the direct area, instead opting to climb the shelf. she hikes up her jean skirt, placing her foot up onto the raised surface, shakily grasping onto the wood as she climbs towards the top. she can almost reach the bin of glassware, perching her leg a bit higher, trying to push herself upwards when she hears carmen’s voice.
“the hell are you doin’?” he asks, eyeing her precariously balanced position, the angle of their height difference with her on the shelf granting him quite the view. she gasps at the surprise of his presence, body unintentionally flinching and knocking her slightly off balance. she clutches the metal railing of the shelf, hearing it rattle under the sudden movement. it looks almost like she would fall, so carmy’s hand instinctually flies up to steady her, gripping onto the back of her upper thigh. he immediately notices the softness of the skin, fingertips teasing the curve of her ass. she jolts at the touch, his grip firmly holding her in place.
“i’m trying to get the extra glasses,” she meekly explains, turning her head to look at him. his brows are furrowed, jaw tightly set.
“there’s a step stool in the office,” he reminds her, moving his hand a bit lower once he notices his current position, trying to guide his eyes away from creeping under her short skirt, “c’mon, get down from there.”
she feels her cheeks heat, self assured that she could complete the task, opening the lid of the container and taking a glass out.
“i just need a few,” she protests, trying not to focus on the warmth of his grip on her leg or the butterflies erupting from her stomach. he sternly says her name, patience wearing thin with the girl.
“down. now,” he asserts, “let me get the stool,” scoffing when he watches her rolls her eyes and continue taking glasses out of the box.
“oh yeah?” his eyebrows raise, leaning to look up at her and catch her eye, “we’re gonna do this tonight?”
heat pools in between her legs at his challenging tone, eager to rouse him, leaning back into his touch with a small pout on her lips. carmen closely watches her with his eyebrows raised, anticipating a response, tensing when she continues to ignore him. he attempts to rationalize his urges, reminding himself that there were still employees clocked in and they were not alone.
even so, carmy slides his arm up her back and around her waist, bringing the other arm to wrap around her legs, picking her off the shelf and placing her on the ground. she cries his name in protest, voice falling flat when she meets his eyes and catches a dangerous glint. he firmly grips her wrist and pulls her as he stalks to his office, dragging the girl behind him. he slams the office door behind them, pulling his apron off over his head, only letting go of her once she’s sandwiched between him and his desk.
she knows where this is going— having wanted nothing more than for carmy to give her some reinforcement, some attention.
“what’s with the fuckin’ attitude today?” he asks, watching her closely, hand coming to her side, “hm? usually such a good girl for me,” his voice is low and gravelly, igniting every nerve beneath her skin, strikingly blue eyes devouring her whole. she lets out a breath, fixated on the plumpness of his lips as she feels his hand creep under the hem of her shirt to caress the heating skin.
“i don’t have an attitude,” she protests far less convincingly than she means to, eyes fluttering slightly at the sensation of his hand sliding up her rib cage and cupping her breast. he scoffs at her response, then leans in to press his lips to her neck, peppering kisses from the curve of her shoulder to the sensitive skin tucked under her earlobe. his thumb brushes over her nipple, feeling her shudder at how the bud quickly perks from his touch. he reaches with his other hand to shove the material of her shirt up over her breasts, marveling at the sight.
“really?” he asks, caressing her soft mounds, seeing her fight a reaction, “cause it seems like you’re trying to get me to put you in your place,” watching as her eyebrows raise and cheeks flush at his completely truthful accusation. she doesn’t respond, just leans further into his touch, eyes glancing away from his as a knowing smirk spreading over the man’s face. he slides his hand back down her stomach, wrapping it around her. he quickly spins her around to face away from him, pushing at the small of her back to bend her over the desk, his other hand gripping her forearm and pulling it behind her, chest flush against the wood. she lets out a small whimper at the swift action, feeling as he presses his hardening bulge against her backside. she can notice her body physically heat up when he dominates her like this, arching back towards his hips, turning her head so her face lays against the wood. carmen releases her arm, then grabs the hem of her skirt and begins pushing it up over her thighs, exposing her ass clad in lace, supple skin enveloping the tight fabric. he quickly palms it, massaging, the softness making his breath catch in his throat, listening to her drawn out whine. his thumb teases the edge of her underwear as he smoothes his hands over her lightly clothed curves, hard bulge against her thigh.
“yes,” she pleads into the wood of the table, heavily exhaling at the warmth of his hand sliding along her gluteus, slightly embarrassed at the compromising position. he lets out a soft scoff in response, eyes gliding over his tattooed fingers grabbing her, pressing into the skin. he doesn’t miss the way she shifts, pushing her ass into him more, her arms stretching out over his desk.
carmen raises his hand, then cracks it down onto the right cheek, gripping the plump skin immediately after to soothe the sting. she releases a cry, pushing further back against him, basking in the hot prickling sensation of the impact. she’s unable to mask the ghost of a smile that prickles at the edges of her lips, having gotten exactly what she sought. his eyes trace over her expression as he raises his arm again, hand flying down onto the other cheek with a sharp smack that sounds through the small office.
“that what you wanted?” he asks in a growl, cock straining against his pants, continuing to firmly press her into the table. she shakes her head and turns away in an attempt to hide the arousal painting her face. “no?” he asks teasingly, smoothing over the reddening skin, “you taking your punishment like a good girl? won’t be all wet when i take these off?” his finger looping through the thin band of her panties, tugging. she hums in agreement, head hazy with lust, only wanting him to spank her more. carmy shoves the fabric down her thighs until they slide to the ground, eyes finding a glistening wetness pooling at her entrance, coating the insides of her thighs in a sticky sheen. he spreads her open, swiping a finger through her folds, slickness soaking the digit. he then wordlessly brings his hand in front of her eyes, showing her how wet his finger was with her juices. she flushes, turning her face out of embarrassment. he grabs her hips, pulling her ass higher up towards him, admiring the red hand prints blooming on her skin.
“you’ve been trying to get me to do this all day,” he taunts lowly, hand wrapping around her throat, leaning in to speak in her ear, “wearin’ that little skirt…talking back,” his bulge throbs against her, and she lets out a whimper. he rubs his hand over her ass once more, then smacks her. she gasps, and he smacks her again in the same spot, gasp morphing into a cry. she reaches back for him, fingertips coming to his thigh, nerves electrified with pleasure.
“please,” she begs, “put it in,” panting, the juices from her cunt soaking into his pants. her body feels incredibly hot, mind only focused on one thing as she pushes back against him rhythmically, making the man grin at how needy she was from what was supposed to be a punishment. he grips her to to hold her in place, reaching down to quickly pull her panties back up her thighs, fabric coming to cover her soaking heat, reddened skin peaking out from behind the delicate lace. he shoves her skirt back down over her ass, then roughly pulls her to stand, ignoring the cry of confusion.
“go finish your close,” he orders, jaw tight, increasingly clouded with arousal. if he had kept her bent over the desk he surely would have given into her desires, providing her with exactly what she wants (and potentially alerting other staff members to what was going on). instead, he remains firm in his decision, taking a small amount of joy in the look of desperation that spread over her features, opening her mouth to protest. he says her name sternly, cutting her off, “you heard me,” pointing to the door, “go.”
she turns, still enveloped in a thick heat of desire, a sting ever-present under her skirt as she attempts to changes her focus to finishing nightly duties.
why do i love mean carmen so much
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