the little thing you posted…lawrd….
his hands holding your hips tight as he thrusts, trying to keep his panting to a minimum. he’d love to cum inside, but that’s too much of a clean up for this office quickie, because majority of the time he prefers cleaning you up with his tongue and that’ll make you wanna take care of his hard on and next thing you know it’s round three.
so instead he waits until you cum then his hands scrabble to tug your shirt up, nails scraping gently against skin—revealing your soft stomach and he pulls out, frantically tugging at his cock as he makes eye contact, muttering “fill you up when we’re home, baby, promise. gonna fuckin’ knock you up at this rate, just need you so bad, all the time, f-fuck—” until he’s cumming ropes on your stomach, cock twitching at the sight of you all marked and his 💫
expanding on the carmy frantically pushing ur shirt up thing... bc let's be real his pull out game is weak and hes just like "fuckfuckfuckfuckshit" under his breath as he whimpers and comes. 一🪱
Thinking about Carmy cumming on your stomach once again…
He has you laid back on top of the desk in his office. Your pants and underwear are the only two pieces of clothing you have off. There wasn’t enough time for either of you to bother with discarding clothes; Carmy only tugs his slacks down far enough to pull his cock out.
Carmy fucks you within an inch of your life. His thrusts are rough, making your entire body shift against the desk with every stroke. It’s when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder that stars explode across your field of vision. He stays as deep as he can, rutting into you while your orgasm over takes your body.
The pulsing around Carmy’s cock brings him right to the edge of his own high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses. Carmen pulls out of you the second your peak is over, despite your objections.
One of his hands goes to the edge of your shirt. His nails scrap against your skin as he pushes your shirt up haphazardly, exposing your stomach. His other hand runs through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. You can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat when his fingertips nudge against your sensitive clit.
The sensation is gone as quick as it arrived, though. Carmy’s slick soaked hand grips his throbbing cock; he tugs his dick frantically, desperate for release. He maintains eye contact with you while he works himself closer to completion.
“M’sorry—gotta be able to clean up fast. Promise I’ll cum in you when we get home—fuck you’re so pretty,” Carmen babbles. His hand grips your waist, rubbing at the skin of your hip.
“Imma fill you up till your dripping—I’ll keep you fucked and sated. You’d like that wouldn’t you pretty girl—fuck— to be all mine like that?” Carmen’s eyes threaten to close as he cums with a slew of curses, but he manages to keep his eyes on you.
Specifically, he keeps his eyes on the way his cock paints your stomach in ropes of white. It threatens to drip down your hips from the rapid pace of your breathing.
The sight of your stomach covered in cum is one that Carmy could get used to, I think ;)
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Congrats on 300💕 & thank you for your fics
Sooo many prompts that it’s hard to choose, but these spoke to me, but whatever inspires you most:)
Carmy x reader
❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜
❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜
❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜
Hi, Anon! Thank you for reading 💜🥺
I chose ❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you❜ for a established relationship Carmy x Reader phone sex moment 😉
I hope you like it!
"Hey."
"Carmy," you replied sweetly. You had rushed to call him as soon as you read his text. are u awake? "Can't sleep?"
He let out a sigh. "Long day."
"Bad day?" you asked.
"Busy. And everyone was acting like a fucking asshole, even me. Especially me," he confessed. In the background you could hear the tattletale crack of aluminum foil and plastic as he popped some chewing gum.
"Trying to quit smoking again?"
"Always," he mumbled.
"Are you actually trying to quit for your palate and whatever or are you avoiding Richie?"
"What do you mean?" he replied a little defensively.
"Well, you usually talk with him during your smoke breaks. And... I don't know, he understands you. Maybe you don't want that right now," you guessed.
There was a long silence as Carmy took in what you said.
"How do you do that?" he asked abruptly.
"Do what?"
"See through all my bullshit," he explained. "I didn't even- I mean holidays are the worst and he'll definitely talk about Mikey at some point and how I didn't come home enough-" he paused. "I just don't want to feel like that again, you know?"
"Maybe talking with him can help," you said. "Maybe he feels like shit about it too. You both miss him, right?"
"Yeah..."
"You can't avoid him forever, Carm."
"I know," you heard him sigh. "Fuck, I miss you."
"Miss you too, baby," you replied softly, lying back on the bed of your childhood bedroom. "It's only a few more days."
"Are you having a nice time?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, it's, uh... Holidays with family are always a little weird, right?" you shrugged. "Got you a present, by the way."
"Yeah?" you could hear his smile.
"Yeah. Top secret," you giggled. "I also bought lingerie on discount - I don't know if that counts as a present for you or for me."
"Fuck," Carmy sighed again. "I already said I miss you. You don't need to say shit like that."
"There's a long weekend coming up," you appeased him. "We can make up for lost time."
"There's so many things I wanna do to you," he rasped.
"Yeah?" you tried to hide just how flustered his voice was making you. "What kind of things?"
"Fuck, baby..."
You could picture him laying on the couch, head over the armrest, blushing.
"Come on, I want to know," you encouraged him, you could only hear static for a little while. "It'll be fun. Like a wishlist but sexy," you teased. "I can touch myself while you tell me."
He coughed - you had taken him by surprise. You had surprised yourself too to be honest, but it was exciting and oddly liberating to only listen to him, the way his voice and breathing betrayed his emotions.
"You're going to kill me one of these days," he said after he recovered from his coughing fit.
"You don't sound too upset about it," you commented. You didn't pressure him - if he wanted to forget the whole thing, you'd let him.
He took a deep inhale. "I- uh- I wanna eat you out."
You let out a shaky exhale, a familiar warmth in your belly as you thought of Carmy between your legs.
"How?"
"I want you to sit on my face..." he said.
"Fuck, Carmy," you inhaled sharply, your free hand going into your underwear, touching your folds and finding them damp already. "I would love that. Fuck. Your tongue always feels so good on me."
"The way you taste. Fuck," he panted. Was he touching himself too? "I always end up with my face covered in you. My chin, my nose..."
"I love when your nose- Fuck, I think about it for days. Just your pretty nose making me shake and moan," it was so easy to tell him embarrassing truths when your fingers were playing with your clit, making you roll your eyes.
"Jesus," Carmy groaned. Oh, he was definitely touching himself. "I'll make you cum like that. I want your thighs shaking around my face. I want to hold you with both hands while you ride me, use me."
"Fuck," you moaned, your pussy clenching once around your middle finger, the heel of your hand pressing on your clit.
"What do you want, baby? What do you want to do to me?" there was an urgency to his voice. You liked him like that, a little needy.
"I want to touch your cock, make you feel good with my hands-" you said, putting a second finger inside you and moaning.
"Yeah," he was breathing heavily into the speaker.
"I want you to beg for it, Carm," you confessed. "I want to make you feel so fucking good and stop right before you cum. Just keep going until you can't take it anymore."
"Holy shit," he gasped. "And then? After I beg?"
You started fucking into your hand, writhing on the bedsheets.
"After you beg, I'll give it to you," you said simply, hearing as Carmy groaned lewdly. "Let you fuck me however you want, as hard as you want. You can cum as long as you cum inside me."
"Shiiiiit," he keened and the sound took you right over the edge, pussy fluttering around your fingers as he let out low grunts. You pictured him, face red and hair sweaty, eyes glazed and8 breathing heavy, ropes of cum painting his stomach. You sighed, feeling electricity all over, a gentle warmth caressing your skin.
"Fuck," Carmy exhaled on the other side of the line. "You meant that?"
"Yeah," you let out a nervous laugh. "You?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"I think we have our weekend planned out, then."
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